#i really like how this guy turned out! making a couple jacket patches for my collar

[loamsome]

A celestial horseshoe crab, a honk-shoo if you will

[sanakiras]

TREAT YOU BETTER

PAIRING — lee chan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.7k

SYNOPSIS — your boyfriend of five months has been treating you like hell, and one of your closest friends, lee chan, refuses to let it go on any longer, taking matters into his own hands.

TAGS — college au, best friends to lovers, cheating, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, mentions of reader struggling with low self-esteem, cheesy stuff, yes i did come up with this after accidentally listening to treat you better by shawn mendes, this didn’t turn out as good i hoped it would but oh well!

NOTE — first fic here. he looks so good in the wait m/v so i wanted to write something for him :D my beloved

the slam of the door behind you rings through your ears. you try to wipe your cheeks dry, hoping you don’t look like the tearful mess you are.

your voice feels raw from yelling for the past hour or so. it’s been going like this for the past two months at least twice a week, and you’re exhausted because of it.

as the rain pours, you notice the familiar car driving towards you, bright lights feeling heavy on your eyes. you open the door without hesitation to let yourself sink into the passenger’s seat, taking a few deep breaths, all without looking at the driver.

but the quiet sobs escaping you are enough to give it away.

chan has his one arm leaning on top of the steering wheel, the other gently touching your shoulder to make you look at him, but you refuse.

“i’m fine,” you stutter out, sniffing from the cold, “really.”

of course you’re not fine. both of you are more than aware of the toxicity of the situation. you getting into arguments with your boyfriend several times a week, resulting in you calling chan and staying over at his apartment for a night, only to hear you make it up to the guy the next day when you weren’t even in the wrong to begin with.

“we have a different definition of that, then.”

“it was just an argument. we’ll work it out in a couple hours.”

“it’s not normal.” he says, trying to get it through your thick skull without raising his voice. “it’s not normal, baby.”

you sniff, trying to somehow get rid of the pain beating against your forehead. “he can be so mean, and then… then he’s so sweet again.”

chan wants to rip his hair out of his head. five fucking months of this have passed at this point, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take. he’s not sure how to handle the situation the right way, either.

he’s been in love with you for years. years. since sophomore year in high school. it was never his intention to fall in love with you, nor did he think he would, but he did, and god did he fall hard. embarrassingly hard.

nevertheless, he was always too afraid to make a move. too afraid that you’d reject him and he’d be out of your life forever like he was never there in the first place.

but he’s grown up now. third year of university, twenty-two years old, longer hair, a leather jacket and a solid bunch of experiences. some great, some he’d rather forget.

and so five months ago, he’d finally mustered the courage. he was finally going to own up to his feelings and tell you the truth.

only for you to excitedly come up to him, telling him you’re seeing this guy. and it made his heart sink in his chest, but he pushed his feelings to the side for your happiness.

or so he tried.

your boyfriend treats you like shit. he was sweet in the beginning — they always are.

then the cracks in the façade started to show.

it’s not that you don’t see it. you do — but it’s difficult to leave when someone knows just how to keep you where they want you. every time you tell yourself you’re gonna break up with him, he sweet-talks you and says things can be fixed, and that going through a rough patch is normal.

but chan knows better.

he just needs you to know better as well.

it breaks his heart to see his favorite person let herself get hurt like this. he becomes a little more torn with every sob leaving your body, every tear spilling from your eyes.

he gently puts the buds of his fingertips on your chin and jaw, slowly turning your face to him so he can look you in the eye.

the tears are still quietly running down your cheeks, your face numb, now devoid of any emotion, ashamed to have him see you in this state.

“you’re killing yourself like this.” he whispers, voice laced with concern. “he’ll never make you happy.”

you sniff from your breakdown. “maybe it’s me. maybe i just need to stop giving him such a hard time—”

“don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“please, chan, just… just go and get me somewhere else. all i need is some breathing space — please.” you beg him.

he wants to scream, wants to tell you to break up with him for good, wants to walk into that damn house and do it himself — but he can’t.

instead, he obliges, driving you to his place.

his cozy one-person apartment feels like the best place in the world to you — the one place where you can get away from everything else.

you watch chan as he locks the door behind him, then leaning against it for a moment as he watches you sit on the armrest of the soft chair. “you okay? want some tea?”

the corners of your lips curl up at the suggestion. he knows you awfully well. “that’d be great.”

his lashes flutter before he nods, kicking his shoes off by the door.

once he’s busy in the kitchen, you bite your lip as you recall the way he softly talked to you in the car, eyes trailing past the curves of his arms and the sharpness of his jawline.

he’s dated more than you have. not much in high school, but definitely during the past three years he’s spent at college. though it doesn’t surprise you. he has such warmth to him, with the beautifully infectious sound of his laughter, that big smile and some of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

it wasn’t until recently you began to see him in a different light. whenever you saw him with a new girl, arm around her waist or over her shoulders, you secretly imagined yourself next to him more than once. you can’t believe you didn’t take notice of how handsome he was before.

but you’re too much of a coward to tread over that line of friendship, too much of a coward to see if maybe, just maybe, your feelings are requited.

“wanna stay here for a while?” he asks, hoping you’ll at least spend the night here before you go back to your boyfriend, as you’ve done countless times before.

“yeah. don’t feel like going back yet.” you smile, trying to somewhat make light of the situation.

“then don’t.”

you sigh at his response. “it’s not that easy.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t wanna throw something away the second things get hard.”

“there’s a difference between hard and unbearable. your case is the latter.”

feeling backed into a corner, even though he hardly means to do so, you turn the topic on him. “you’ve had some rough experiences with past girlfriends too and you stuck around.”

god. if only you knew he ended up leaving them because he never enjoyed being with them as much as he enjoyed being with you. “you’d be surprised.” he mutters under his breath, pouring two cups of tea, making yours exactly as he knows you like.

when you stay quiet, he tries to think of a way to get it through your head that you need to break up with your resident ass of a boyfriend.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“what’s it going to take for you to leave him?”

the question makes you look up before using a tone that almost sounds like you’re scolding him. “chan.”

“i’m serious. he’s treating you like shit. you call me crying every week.”

“it’s just—”

“no, it’s not ‘just a tough time’. you know it isn’t.” he interrupts, jaw clenched tight but voice controlled. he will not yell at you like that piece of trash does. “he’s a controlling, manipulative asshole. it’s not gonna get better. if anything, he’ll just treat you worse in the future.”

“yeah, well, not all of us have people lined up.”

the words have left your mouth before you can comprehend it, leaving you to lower your head in regret. not that it’s any less true. to you, anyway.

“what, and i do?”

“don’t you?”

he’s not sure what baffles him more — you thinking that he’s got girls lined up to date him or you thinking that you don’t have anyone else out there that would be willing to date you.

“what’s this really about?” he sits down on the empty coffee table, facing you directly. “what does my dating life have to do with yours?”

“nothing — it doesn’t. i never said it did.”

“then why the comment about me having people lined up? which i don’t, by the way.”

the answer sits at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it without looking away from him. “maybe not. but at least you won’t end up alone. i can’t say the same for myself.”

and there it is. the sole reason you’re still with the guy. your crippling fear of ending up alone, your heavy insecurity that makes you believe no one could possibly want you.

the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt — but he’d rather have you suffer through your first heartbreak than end up with someone who walks all over you like a doormat.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but if you think that low of yourself, you’re a little stupid.”

the comment makes you snort. “well, it’s certainly fitting.”

he wipes some of your half-dried tears away, his one hand remaining to cup your cheek, an alarmingly intimate gesture.

“aside from the fact that there’s nothing wrong or shameful about ending up alone... i need you to know that you’re worth it. you’re gorgeous and intelligent and—” he halts for a moment, in a way confessing his love for you, not caring how cheesy it sounds, “—you deserve everything you want. ‘cause you’re one in a million.”

fuck, has he always looked at you that lovingly?

his words catch you off-guard for a moment before you press your lips together. “as much as i think it’s sweet of you to say those things, you’re only saying them ‘cause you’re my friend.” you interrupt him, having made up your mind.

after which chan shakes his head, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “i’m saying it because it’s true. any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“i don’t think ‘lucky’ is the term my boyfriend would use.”

“yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking dick.” he immediately comments, adding the next part with a softer tone. “if you were with me, i sure as shit wouldn’t be acting like that.”

that last sentence catches your attention, and chan realizes what he just said, suddenly very aware he’s treading on thin ice now.

but it had to come out one way or another.

though you seem to be going along with his words, not showing any signs of being uncomfortable with it. “and who’s to say you wouldn’t break my heart?”

he sees the intrigue on your face and decides to lean in closer. “if i broke your heart, i’d be breaking mine as well.”

“i’m not convinced.” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, and chan feels his heartbeat quicken.

every rational thought going through his mind is thrown out of the window the moment he catches you staring at his lips. it’s enough for him to put his hand on your lower cheek and smash his lips against yours.

he kisses you like he always imagined he would. perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but he’s waited too long for this moment to care.

and you’re kissing him back.

you both get hot from adrenaline and arousal. his hands roam down your hips, but when you start pulling on the collar of his jacket, he finally has it in him to break the kiss.

“are you sure you want this? i don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“i’ve wanted this for so long, chan. take it off, please.”

maybe he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. you’re underneath him, lips swollen, gazing at him like he’s your whole world and more.

he leans down again to pick you up, ensuring you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist so he can carry you to his bedroom.

once he lays you down on the soft bed, you watch him take off his jacket and throw his shirt over his head, leaving him with his chest bare, elastic waistband of his underwear visible.

he’s a dancer in his spare time, but you know he’s been hitting the gym recently as well, and it’s paying off, noticing his bigger biceps and toned abs.

then he chuckles from the way you’re observing him, and that smile — that beautifully big smile is what you fell in love with.

one of many things, really.

you remove your basic long-sleeved shirt, exposing your skin before him, enjoying the way he’s looking at the black bra you’re wearing underneath.

you’re seated at the edge of the bed, at eye-level with his chest, which you kiss softly.

he follows your actions like a hawk, unable to keep his eyes off you. he proceeds to move your hair behind your shoulder, his right hand finding your jaw when he kisses you again, lips trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

his touches are slow and sensual. at the end of the day, it’s your first time together, and you both notice the pressure and tension that comes with it.

you’re both aching to touch each other more already, but it feels so much better like this.

he gently pushes you to lay on your back, hovering over you to kiss down your chest and stomach, smoothly pulling down your skirt before his fingers hook onto the fabric of your lace underwear.

“what’d you want me to do, pretty girl?” he asks while getting rid of your panties, looking you in the eye as he does it.

the nickname makes you shiver. “you can do anything you wanna do.”

“wanna eat you out. bet i’m better at it than that motherfucker.”

“not hard to beat when he never does it at all.” you mumble to yourself, but he hears it.

“are you kidding? has he ever even made you cum?”

you just give him a deadpan stare that has a hint of embarrassment to it, which is enough for him to know the answer.

just being aware of how bad that fucker treats you makes him want to prove to you that he can make you feel so, so much better. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

he wastes no time, spreading your legs so his tongue can get to work. you shiver at the feeling of his mouth on you, biting your lower lip to not squeal already from sensitivity.

“no. none of that. i wanna be able to hear every sound you make.” he says after taking your hand away from your mouth. “you can pull on my hair if you like.”

“do you like that?”

“yeah, i enjoy a bit of pain.”

that makes you giggle a bit. “you masochist.”

to which he responds with a gentle pinch to your skin. “keep it in mind for next time, baby.”

fuck — you definitely will.

your hands run through his soft black hair. you’ve locked your legs behind his head, hips bucking up a little every time he hits a spot that feels good, his warm breath and wetness of his mouth on your pussy turning you on like crazy.

chan is pretty sure he’s descending into heaven when he hears you moan his name for the first time. he doesn’t know how many times he’s fucked his fist imagining that sound.

so he adds a finger to the warm and wet mess between your legs, sliding in easily, biting his own lip as he watches your reaction to it. you’ve got your head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets, the other still holding his locks.

then he moves to a second, and not much later he’s got three of his fingers pumping in and out of you, arching them a little to find the right spot, rubbing and sucking on your clit.

“does that feel good?” he asks, just a bit out of breath, which is nothing compared to the writhing mess that’s you. he keeps messing with the pace, edging you a little every time, making you go crazy.

“please, channie, please let me cum—”

“i will if you answer me, baby.”

you whine, nodding at him desperately. “feels s’good, so fucking good.”

“want me to go faster?”

“please. god—need you inside me so bad.”

even he can resist so much. you’re so good for him, so he increases the pace of his fingers, relishing in the way you start squirming underneath him, trying to push him away and pull him closer all the same.

then you pull on his hair almost violently, making him moan against your pussy as you hit your first climax in a long time.

and he doesn’t stop yet — only once he sees you’ve regained focus does he pull his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste right before kissing you again, your trembling body aching for him.

he only breaks the kiss to reach for the drawer in his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of it, getting off of you to push off the last pieces of clothing still on him. the realization of the fact that your best friend is about to fuck you after god knows how long finally begins to dawn on you, and it makes your heart beat that much harder.

once he’s slipped the condom on, you move your hands to his neck and shoulders, biting your lip when you feel him push your legs behind his waist.

you gasp when he bottoms out of you for the first time. his head is buried in the crook of your neck as he finds his rhythm, sucking at your sensitive skin, not giving a damn whether he leaves marks on someone that’s technically not even his.

yet.

“do you remember that time we went to senior prom together?” he asks breathily, not slowing down even a little bit. “you were wearing that pretty blue dress. god, i wanted to take you home that night more than anything.”

you remember that. it was just before you two graduated high school together — he looked so dashing in his suit. you’d even imagined kissing him underneath the basketball bleachers like some cliche rom-com.

“so why didn’t you?”

“was too much of a pussy to do it.”

you bring yourself to chuckle inbetween your moans. “that’s a shame. i would’ve let you.”

just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated turns him on. he lifts his head up a little, kissing the front of your neck, your jaw, your cheeks — everything, only halting for a moment when he fucks you just a little faster, watching the way your eyes roll back from pleasure.

your hands run over his strong back as he pushes in and out of you at a steady pace, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

he hisses and relishes in the burning feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“chan—god, harder, please—”

“i know, baby, i know, i got you.” he breathes out, changing up the position by hooking your legs over his shoulders.

it hits the exact right spot when he fucks you again, harder and deeper this time, your hands desperately clinging onto his skin, teeth sinking into your lower lip until they're nearly drawing blood.

beads of sweat roll down his muscular back. he feels you’re getting closer to hitting that release, so he moves one hand down to rub your clit again, aching to see you fall apart underneath him.

“fuck, ’s too much, channie—” you whine, throwing your head back in the pillow for a moment.

but he shakes his head, continuing, knowing you’re close. “you can do it, pretty girl. cum for me again. i wanna feel it.”

and he discovers that begging you works wonders, because it’s enough for you to come undone, clamping on his dick, making it feel so tight that he spills his own release into the condom mere seconds after.

with a layer of sweat on your foreheads, he feels how sensitive you are when he pulls out. he throws the condom in the trashcan, turning his face back to yours and kisses your lips more softly this time.

“how do you feel?”

“a little worn out.” you sigh, proceeding to show a smile. “but better.”

“good. how do you feel about taking a bath?”

“sounds nice.”

chan can’t help himself and leans in to kiss you again. he’s already getting awfully used to this, but one issue remains. “i wanna be with you. i meant everything i said tonight.”

the sentiment warms your heart. he’s always had that effect on you. “i know. i wanna be with you, too.”

he nods, happy with your words. “you go on ahead to the bathroom. i’ll clean things up here.”

“okay.” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before leaving the bedroom, feeling utterly lovesick.

he shares your feelings — it’s like he’s reliving that exciting feeling of seeing you the first few days after he realized he was in love with you.

there’s something that pulls him out of it, though. a certain vibrating sound. what is that? he thinks to himself.

and after looking around the room, he discovers it’s a phone receiving a call. your phone, to be exact, sitting in the back pocket of the jeans you discarded earlier.

the screen of your cellphone lights up, and he picks up the device, about to let you know someone’s calling — but his voice gets caught in his throat when he notices it’s the asshole who made you cry in the first place.

scoffing to himself, he taps the red button and declines the call.

thank you for reading. let me know if u enjoyed it x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

[mitchellpete]

Firsts

summary: You’re bad at playing hard to get, and you don’t want to let the opportunity slip. Maverick gives you your first motorcycle ride.

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader

tags/warnings: maverick being flirty, shy!reader but also not really?, some drinking mentioned, overall fluff

word count: 1.4k

A/N: i feel terrible that i keep making excuses not to post so i'll let you guys have this one. i don't know who's still on top gun tumblr but i hope you guys are still around. and that you guys like this! it was supposed to be a drabble but..?? ANDDD one more thing: my request page has updated also!

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“Wait, you’ve never been on a bike before?”

“I’ve been on a bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

Maverick scoffs and then cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips in his frail attempt at reading you, or at least pretending he knew you.

Except he doesn’t, because out of the many outings at the bar, tonight had been the first time he’d spotted you. You were ashamed to admit that it was kind of flattering having him follow you around for a good half an hour, even after you locked eyes with mustache Hawaiian shirt blonde guy across the room. Ah, it was all a game. But God, was Maverick pretty. And charming. You couldn’t decide whether you were bad at playing hard to get or if you simply didn’t mind being the game.

(It was definitely the former.)

Panic filled you later that night when you watched him slip his jacket on on the opposite side of the room. He was still distractedly rambling with his friend, however, and you took the opportunity to push past at least 5 people and make it out of the door before he did. 

What to say or do the moment he stepped out? Your head was empty. But hey, he’d see you out there, make another flirtatious comment, make you blush and then it’d go on from there, right? God, please. 

This had to have been like the fourth time you’d seen him. He was most certainly the prettiest out of all the aviators that confidently waltzed into the bar every time you and your friend met for drinks. 

Miramar. A lovely place, truly. 

Beautiful, too. The sunset is beginning to form, and you step towards the wooden fence separating the sand from the small parking lot in front of the building. A packed bar, only a few vehicles. You wonder if any of them belong to Maverick. You pray that he walks this way at all.

The beach in front of you is littered with people, families, couples. There is chatter everywhere, drowning out the sound of the bell on the door behind you, or the sound of his voice if he happens to be walking out, talking to his friend.

That’s why when you eventually zone out maybe a good ten minutes later, you don’t notice that he’s already walked past you, striding towards the vehicle closest to you. The motorcycle. Red, black, adorned with decals that match the patches on his pretty jacket. You wish you’d noticed. 

He’d certainly noticed you, watching you avoid his gaze as he swung a leg over and took a seat. “Going for a swim?”

FUCK.

Tongue in your cheek, you meet his eyes. “No. I.. needed some air. Where’s your friend?”

“Where’s yours?” A cheeky smile spread on his face as he reached for the handles. 

Oh, he’s sooooooo—

“Inside. I’m uh, actually waiting for another friend right now. She’s picking me up soon, I think.” Lies, lies, lies.

“In a car?” 

“On a motorcycle, actually. How fast does yours go?�� Jesus Christ. You know nothing about motorcycles, by the way.

He leans slightly forward, intrigued by your response. “Faster.”

“Hm.” You glance out at the shoreline again, at the sun turning bright orange. You feel the warmth on your cheeks. Stupid. You’re playing hard to get again, for fuck’s sake. He’s too pretty, it makes you nervous. 

Lucky for you, he breaks the tense feeling in your stomach with a laugh. “Actually?” 

He sticks the key into the ignition, filling you with the slight panic from before that he’s slipping away.

You fake a snicker, although it comes out dry and humorless. “I’m kidding. I don’t know a thing about motorcycles.”

The sudden rev of the engine startles you, and he smiles. “Some people are just meant to look pretty on the back of ‘em, I think.”

There was already a warmth to your cheeks, but now it’s heat. “Well.. that sounds like fun.”

Furrowed brows. “Wait, you’ve never been on a bike before?”

You snicker again, this time for real. “I’ve been on a bike. I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”

Maverick scoffs and then cocks a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips in his frail attempt at reading you, or at least pretending he knew you. Playfully rolling his eyes, he revs the engine again and waves you over with his hand. “Come on.”

Your face falls. A different kind of panic. “Huh?”

“Just a quick ride. Before your friend gets here.”

“A-are you sure?” 

“You’re scared?” He grins.

“I—No. I just..” You hesitantly make your way over, your legs suddenly weak. “I drank a little, so I don’t—”

“Can you relax?” He laughs again, his laughter as pretty as he is. “It’s not scary, I promise. Here, step on that part. Just hold onto me and hop on.” He points down below and then sticks his arm out for you to grab.

“I’m not scared,” you mumble as you manage to perch yourself on the space behind him, careful not to grip his arm too tight. “I think you’re a little strange, is all.”

 “How so? You gotta hold onto me, sweetheart.” Another engine rev. What is his deal?

You lean forward as much as you can, pressing yourself to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. The seat behind his is slightly raised, and your face absentmindedly presses into the back crook of his neck. It’s too late to pull back when you realize, and the heat in your cheeks starts to burn. Nevertheless, you go through with your accusations.

“Well,” you begin, conscious of your voice as to not be loud in his ear. “You follow me around the bar for some stupid bet, and.. now you’ve forced me onto your bike.”

Ha. As if you hadn’t planned all of this. Sort of.

Another pretty laugh. “It’s a motorcycle,” he mocks you. 

That gets a laugh out of you, squeezing your arms around him a bit as he starts to move. 

“Although, I do have to say—” He halts, a foot firm on the ground, and turns to look you over his shoulder. “Out of anybody I’ve followed around the bar, you’re the only one I’d give a ride to.”

God. You think you’re already in love with him. “That so?”

He presses his lips together and nods, fake serious. 

Pressing your forehead to the back of his jacket, you chuckle. “I guess that means I owe you something.”

“I’ll start driving on one condition,” he offers, his tone playful.

“Hm?”

“Give me a kiss.”

Oh boy. It’s easy by now; you’re already melting into him. Glancing up, your surroundings become a blur and all the outside chatter, the bell on the door and the sound of the other cars go completely silent as you lean your neck to reach. It’s a peck, but it’s complete; all of your lips feel the soft skin of his cheek, plump from a smile under your kiss. And then your chin goes to rest on his shoulder, and next thing you know, you’re off. 

There’s suddenly wind; you weren’t prepared for your hair to flow, as he took off from the parking lot and immediately down the road.

You’re clinging onto him with all your might, maybe a little scared for a moment, but then it starts to feel nice. You don’t even recall the moment he’d slipped his aviators on; perhaps the little kiss you gave him left you in awe instead of vice-versa, or maybe it was the drinks you’d had earlier? Maverick says something but you barely hear it, your stomach fluttering in excitement as he swerves between cars to get out of their way, to fly by beyond them on the road and to make the moment about just the two of you. Nobody else on the road. 

He turns onto a different road, this one longer and less crowded, and you squeal as he starts going faster. A euphoric feeling overtakes you, and even in the wind, through the sound of the engine and Maverick’s muffled voice, you’re convinced you can’t let him slip away after this one either. 

“Maverick!”

Wind, wind, wind. The engine.

Tapping a hand on his side instead, you catch his attention. He slows down just a bit, momentarily glancing over his shoulder again before looking back at the road. 

“You wanna stop?” he yells.

“No!” you shout back. “I just wanted you to know something!”

“What is it?!”

You lean closer to his ear, face in the crook of his neck again. “I was lying! There is no friend!”

He grins. “I know!”

[csleko]

Boba Fett Cosplay (COMPLETE)

The "unrelated and more time sensitive project" I mentioned at the end of my Kinect tale? It was finishing this cosplay so I could wear it for the first time to Duke City Comic Con. I was actually almost considering not going because I found out about it on kind of short notice, and I didn't know if I really wanted to go by myself, but I mentioned it to my mom and she asked if she could go with me just for the heck of it.

So now that the project had a deadline, I could actually finish the damn thing!

If you've been following my #cosplay tags, you might notice that this armor is, in fact, not the worbla-covered foam version I previously posted. This is version *3* of the armor, and it is 3D-printed like every other solid piece of the costume. I just yanked the lights off the version 2 armor and stuck 'em on this one. The shoulder armor and belt buckle I modeled and printed myself, and my mom proved indispensable yet again by volunteering her vastly superior sewing skills to turn this jacket from Goodwill into the armor vest.

She also pulled out all the of insulation, and sewed some elastic loops inside it to hold little ice packs to help keep me from dying of heatstroke. Because it turns out the most unbelievable thing in the entire new Star Wars canon is that Boba didn't drop dead running around in heavy black clothes on a desert planet with two suns.

So yeah! Have a few more pics from the con, and then I'll go on a long rant about all the problems I discovered after wearing this getup for 4 or five hours.

The con had a rule about realistic weapons that was just vague enough that I didn't feel 100% comfortable bringing my EE-3. A little disappointing because it stands as one of the best props I've ever printed and painted. (See my post about that here!) But the guys running this prop booth had one of their own and called me over to pose with theirs. Interestingly, it felt just about as heavy as mine, so I could make a pretty good guess what their props are made of.

Gamora wanted a picture with me because, and I quote, "We're both green!" Mighty Thor went on to win the costume contest. (I didn't even place.)

"Hmm. Reminds me of that droid that was always following Solo around."

"Should've asked Mr. Hammond if he could clone a Mythosaur for me."

OKAY. NOW TO GO OVER ALL THE PROBLEMS WITH THIS COSTUME.

The gauntlets. Are too. DAMN. SMALL. When I first printed them on my resin printer, I had to either cut them into pieces or scale them down to get them to fit. I determined that scaling them down would be the better option because I have skinny noodle arms and the smaller gauntlets would still fit. When I reprinted them, I still scaled them down because 1, I thought they would fit better anyway, and 2, being smaller meant they would print faster. Turns out the scaled down versions are VERY tight and the hard edges kept me from moving my wrists, and dug into my hands the whole time I was wearing them. I had little bruises from that for the next couple days. When/if I remake these, I will print them at full size and maybe add foam or something to keep them from slipping around.

Get better at sewing. I sewed velcro patches into the shoulders of the vest to attach the shoulder armor pieces to and keep them from sliding down my arms, but one of them still came detached somehow so I kept having to adjust that shoulder. Also, I thought that I could get away with not sewing on the velcro for the chest diamond because it was small and the sticky pad could just hold it on. NOT SO. It kept falling off no matter how hard I pressed the sticky side onto the vest. Should've just taken the five minutes to do a quick and crappy stitch on it. All the other velcro pieces held just fine.

I also should've just found a real belt to use. This fake leather material apparently stretches easily, so it started to sag throughout the day. It's also why I couldn't hang the holster on it (which you can't even see in any of these pictures, but I hung it on the real belt I wore with my pants.)

As a famous Stormtrooper once said: "I can't see a thing in this helmet!" My visor fogs up after having it on for just a few minutes, and it gets unbearably hot inside that thing. That space inside the helmet to install an "optional" fan system? NOT REALLY OPTIONAL, unless you enjoy slowly boiling to death in your own sweat. Also the antenna keeps falling down, so I could probably stick a small piece of foam in there to hold it in place better.

And that's that. This 2 year project is concluded! I'll probably keep working on little bits here and there to iron out the kinks, but this is most likely the last big Tumblr-worthy update. I don't know for sure what my next big project will be, but I have some ideas.

If anyone wants links to the 3D printed parts I used to make this costume, here's the list!

Helmet: AprilStorm -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4587505

Hand Guards: DeAdMaNWaLkIn -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4901836

Knee Armor: DJJamesDub -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4822653

Gauntlets: Camburu -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:4903763

Belt Bullets: BH1138 -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:3198489

Belt Buckle: Me! -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:5539506

Shoulder Armor: Also me! -

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:6071489

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Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 3: Caramel Iced Coffee

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 21,000 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter summary: Alternatively titled: Katsuki has an idea and all hell breaks loose

The perfect opportunity appeared a few weeks later during the middle of his Thursday night shift. Sugar Rush was decently busy thanks to it being midterms, and Katsuki was seething. He didn’t mind how fast-paced it was—he actually preferred to be doing something rather than loitering around. What he was pissed about, however, was that Kaminari was supposed to be here to run the register for him while he ran the front line, but he was nowhere to be seen, which left Katsuki scrambling between the register, making the drinks, and running orders out to the tables while Izuku kept up with the food orders by himself in the kitchen. He had just dropped off a couple of teas to the small green-haired girl and large bald guy studying at the table by the windows when the bell at the door chimed again, making him grit his teeth in frustration. He hoped, for Kaminari’s sake, that it was him walking through that door, and not another customer. He took a grounding breath before turning around and nearly jumped out of his own skin when he took in who was standing before him. It was Kirishima—of course it was Kirishima—but that wasn’t what startled him. No, it was how devastatingly handsome he looked. The tacky costume he usually adorned was traded in for a pair of distressed black skinny jeans that were cuffed above a pair of faded and scuffed Docs, a black and red plaid button down, and a dark-wash denim jacket that was littered with various patches. What really took the cake, however, was the lack of the usual spikes; his hair reached to his shoulders, the strands and bangs in the front framing his face while the rest was neatly tucked into a black beanie.

Katuski was startled and floundering for words when Kirishima looked up from his phone and gave him a blinding smile. 

“Dude! I was hoping you would be working tonight,” he grinned, which left Katsuki reeling. He had so many questions for him, the top two being why did he never message him and why did he want Katsuki to be working today in particular. 

“You don’t look as shitty as usual today. I’m impressed,” is what came out of his mouth instead, and he cringed. Smooth Katsuki. Real smooth. A high-pitched yell of ‘you can’t say that, Kacchan!’ came from the kitchen, but Katuski chose to ignore it. There were more important matters at stake than what stupid Deku had to say. Kirishima blinked owlishly at him before busting out into a loud and boisterous laugh that made Katsuki want to further crawl into the grave he was digging himself. 

“Thanks man! I actually tried today.” As his eyes swept over the menu, Katuski could feel his heart racing. This was what a heart attack felt like, wasn’t it? But this was ridiculous—he still was slightly angry with him for ignoring him for the past few weeks. He shouldn’t be standing behind the counter like a flustered school boy, waiting to confess his love to the man of his dreams. That wasn’t Bakugou Katsuki. Never has been, never will be. 

“What can I get for you?” he finally managed to ask, trying to appear nonchalant, though perfectly content with waiting on him for the rest of the night. Screw all of the other extras who needed food. They could wait. 

“I think I would like to do that American style breakfast you guys have. The one with the scrambled eggs. Bacon and sausage please. Meat is my favorite!” he exclaimed and Katsuki fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he would be a meathead both figuratively and literally. “And for the drink, I’d like a large caramel iced coffee. Need that caffeine, ya know?” His wide grin was contagious, a small smirk playing on Katsuki’s lips as he completed the transaction.

“Go take a seat. I’ll bring you your food and drink when it’s done,” he said, handing the cash card back to Kirishima. 

“Sounds like a plan, my man! I can’t wait!” He popped his headphones in and took off to find a corner seat by the windows, and Katsuki was finally able to release the deep breath he had been holding. Why was it so hard for him to stay mad at this literal ball of sunshine? It just wasn’t fair.

“Here you go, Nerd. It’s for Kirishima andI will be the one to take his food out to him this time, got it?” Katsuki threatened as he handed the order ticket over to Izuku. 

“Kacchan, you need to be nice to him. One of these days he isn’t going to be so welcoming to you calling him ‘Shitty Hair,’” he warned, taking the ticket from Katsuki. 

“Iam being nice! I said he looked less shitty today!”

“Oh my God, you can’t just tell people they look shitty at all! What is wrong with you?” Katsuki scoffed at him and grabbed the large glass for the drink, but he knew that his cheeks were burning in embarrassment.

“Why are you turning red? It’s not like you… oh holy shit. You’re trying to flirt with him, aren’t you?” Izuku exclaimed and Katsuki whipped around, baring his teeth at him and glaring. 

“Shut up! Do you want the whole cafe to hear you?” Katuski was thankful Kaminari was late, because he would have a field day with this. He was also thankful for the lull in the influx of customers. 

“This is just so totally you, Kacchan,” Deku laughed as he worked on the food, the bacon sizzling on the stovetop. “You are totally going about this the wrong way, though.”

“Oh really? And what would be the right way, Mr. I-Cried-About-Cats-to-My-Girlfriend?” Katsuki took a smug pleasure in Deku’s face flaming bright red at the call out. 

“H-hey! This isn’t about me right now!” he stuttered out. “This is about you and your inability to convey your emotions to others in a normal way.”

“Oh yeah? And what should I do then?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe start by not scowling at the man! I honestly don’t think it would kill you to smile at him. Hell, it may even make his day.” 

“Okay, fine. I’ll try it your way, you heathen,” Katsuki grumbled as he filled the glass with the caramel syrup, ice cubes, and chilled coffee. He may have been slightly aggressive with his stirring of the milk, but no one would be able to prove it. He was just adding a small hill of whipped cream and some caramel syrup to the glass to finish the drink off when the front door flew open. 

“Oh my God, sorry I’m late!” Kaminari announced to the entire cafe and Katsuki ground his teeth in frustration. He was only half an hour late. Jackass. “You wouldn’t believe how long the customer at my last job was talking to me for. You would think that a man who spends his entire day talking to people on the radio would not want to talk to any more people than necessary, but boy was I wrong. Not that I’m complaining though—dude is chill as hell.” He was steps away from the drink bar, from clocking in for his shift, when his attention was drawn to the redhead sitting at the window. A wide grin split his face and he threw his bag behind the counter and bounded over to him, taking the cup from Katsuki as he was on his way to deliver it to Kirishima, and slammed his palms on the table to get his attention, which worked flawlessly as the other jumped, ripping his headphones out of his ears before smiling wide at him, the toothy grin blinding Katsuki from his place behind the counter as he seethed, glaring daggers at the back of the blond’s head.  

“Denki! My man! How are you doing?” Kirishima asked, standing and pulling the smaller man in for a bear hug after taking the drink from him.  

“Been doing great! You know, gotta make that money—I’ve been working nonstop between here and Chargebolt’s, with the occasional show thrown in. Speaking of,” he smiled wide, “there’s a show tonight at Tape Deck. I think it would be perfect if the birthday boy were to grace it with his presence.” Wait a second—it was Kirishima’s birthday? 

“I don’t know, man. It’s been ages since I’ve been to a show,” Kirishima admitted with a bashful smile, scratching the back of his neck. 

“All the more reason for you to come! It will be great—I’ll even do a special song just for you!” 

“I’ll think about it. What’s the address again? It’s been too long.” Katsuki knew he shouldn’t be eavesdropping—it was wrong—but he couldn’t help but to scribble the address that the idiot spewed off onto a piece of receipt paper before stuffing it in his apron pocket. It wasn’t his fault that Kaminari talked for the whole cafe to hear. And it wouldn’t be crazy for him to debate going to the house party himself, not that house parties were his thing, of course. 

“Happy Birthday again, man! I better get back to work before Blasty over there rips my head off. I can already feel his eyes drilling a hole in the back of my head. Hopefully see you tonight!” he called and jogged over to the make line. 

“It’s about damn time you show up, Spark Plug,” he grouched as Kaminari finally got his apron on and settled behind the register. 

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist, Bakugou. You could run this place with your eyes closed without my help.”

“Just because I could doesn’t mean Iwant to. How do you even have a job still? You’re always late.”  

“It’s because I’m Sato’s favorite,” he grinned. Katuski was trying his hardest to not roll his eyes, but by god was it hard. Kaminari made his blood boil on a good day. Most others he was just insufferable. He took a deep breath and decided to be the bigger man by ignoring Kaminari’s jabs and antics; he was pretty sure that if he got into a fight with the Annoyance, Sato could and would punish him by making him work more shifts with him. And that was something he would rather not deal with, thank you very much. His salvation from Dunce Face came by Deku announcing the order was up. He quickly swiped it from the window with a pointed look at Kaminari, who just gave him a sly grin before making a quick stop at the pastry case, discreetly choosing one—a cinnamon bun—to add to the order. When Katsuki arrived at the table, Kirishima didn’t even notice he was there at first. He was focused on his textbook, a small frown marring his face as he tapped out a beat against the table. Normally, Katsuki would just place the plate of food on the table where there was free space, but the idiot had study materials strewn out about the entire surface of the table. He awkwardly cleared his throat, causing Kirishima to startle and look up at him, pulling out one of his headphones as he scrambled to make room on the table for the food. 

“Thanks man! Sorry about the mess. You can put that here,” he laughed, finally making a small space for the plate. He looked between the cinnamon bun and Katsuki with a confused pout that shouldn’t be as cute as it was. 

“Heard the loudmouth say it was your birthday. It’s on the house,” he grumbled out, averting his gaze as Kirishima let out a blinding smile. Stupid, overly cute actor. 

“You didn’t have to do that! But thanks a lot, man. I really appreciate it.” Katsuki grunted and scratched at the back of his neck, not really knowing what more he should say. Should he just directly ask him why he had been ignoring him, or would that be too blunt to do to someone on their birthday? He wasn’t sure what type of magic this man had, but his earlier irritation with him seemed to melt away. 

“You know, I’m glad you’re the one who brought me my food this time,” Kirishima snickered as he took a bite of one of the sausages, effectively halting Katsuki’s current train of thought. He was confused—he ignored him but was happy to see him? 

“That other employee, Midoriya I think his name is,” he continued around his food, “he’s a sweet guy and all, but he is very intense. He honestly freaks me out a bit. And, you know, I appreciate you giving me his number and all that, but he is most definitely not my type,” he laughed. Of course Deku had to come in and screw stuff up for him. That stupid, fanboy of a nerd—wait what did he just say??

“Hah?” he questioned eloquently. “The hell you just say, Shitty Hair?” He had to be imagining things, right? There was no way that he said he gave Kirishima Deku’s number.

“That you gave me Midoriya’s number? A couple weeks ago, you wrote his number on my drink.” Kirishima was looking at Katsuki like he grew a second head, which was about how he felt right now. 

“No I didn’t! Why in the hell would I give you that shitty nerd’s phone number?” he asked, trying to mask his panic with indifference. 

“Uh, hate to break it to you man, but you totally did. Here, I took a picture of the cup as proof,” he laughed, handing his phone over. Katsuki zoomed in on the picture of the drink and he felt his heart plummet. Staring back at him was Deku’s number—it looked like the last digit had smeared when he had handed the iced drink over those few weeks ago. This was just another reason why he despised that his and Deku’s numbers were only one digit apart from one another. 

“I texted expecting to hear back from you, but imagine my surprise when it was the fan from the cafe. I thought I made a mistake, maybe the barista did mean to give me the cook’s number, but then later he was messaging me asking me to text his buddy Kacchan for him. At least, I think that’s what he was asking. The dude seemed pretty drunk. And then whoever I texted seemed pretty pissed off that night, so I guess I had the wrong number?” Katsuki felt his heart fall to his stomach as the implication that he blocked Kirishima caught up with him. “But you know,” the redhead continued, oblivious of the other man’s panic, “if you weren’t meaning to give me his number, then whose number were you trying to give me?” Kirishima asked with a sly smile as Katsuki wordlessly handed him back the phone. Bakugou looked at him with wide eyes, brain working overtime to try and come up with a response for him.  

“Yo! Kacchan! I could really use your help here!” Kaminari called from the register, unknowingly becoming Katsuki’s savior. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that a small line had formed while he had been in the midst of his gay panic. 

“Oof, looks like things are getting busy for ya. I won’t take up any more of your time. Thanks again for the birthday pastry.” He shot him one more smile before popping his headphones back in, and Katsuki took that as his cue to turn tail, pushing past Kaminari and immersing himself in drink orders to hide his mortification. Of all the stupid things he had done in his life—not that there were many of them—this one had to take the cake. He could feel Deku’s eyes boring holes into the back of his neck, but now was not the time for them to discuss what happened. Not with Dunce Face within hearing distance. He let his mind float away as he fell into the mind-numbing repetitions—ice, coffee, milk, syrup, blend, pour—and before he knew it, the rush was coming to a halt and the customers dwindled down to nothing. 

“What a shift that was, right Kacchan?” Kaminari asked as he stretched his arms above his head, an audible crack filling the air. 

“Quit calling me, Kacchan, moron,” Katsuki grumbled. “Besides, this isn’t even the worst it can get. Just wait until finals week.” As he wiped down the steamer, he glanced out into the lobby, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed to see that Kirishima had left while they had been busy. But maybe it was better that he left, considering he still hadn’t figured out a way to tell him ‘hey, sorry I was a jackass and blocked you’ without coming off as the world’s biggest asshole. There were a few stragglers left in the lobby, but it looked like they were packing up, which was one less thing for Katsuki to do.

“Hey buddy, do you mind if I dip early?” Dunce Face asked as he leaned against the counter, batting his eyes at him. “I have the show to get ready for tonight and it would be hella cool if you let me go now.” 

“Whatever. It’ll be quicker if it’s just me and Deku closing anyway,” Katsuki grit out. 

“I don’t know if I should be offended or not by that, but you know what? I’m not going to question it. You’re the best Kacchan! See ya!” he laughed, dodging the cleaning rag that Katsuki chucked at him as he clocked out and bolted out the front door. 

“So, Kacchan. What the hell happened earlier? You look like you saw a ghost when you were talking to Kirishima,” Deku asked as he came out of the kitchen to collect the dishes.

“Oh, you know, just came to find out that one, I gave the man the wrong number the last time he was here, and two, when he actually did text me, I cussed him out and blocked him,” Katsuki groaned, leaning his head against the counter. 

“You did what???” Izuku squeaked out, slamming the container on the counter. 

“Oi! Don’t be shrieking at me like a banshee, nerd. You could have told me that you had his number and I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place,” Katsuki snapped back as he bent down to retrieve the rag he threw at Kaminari, tossing it onto the pile of dirty dishes. 

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I told you I would get Kirishima to talk to you, and I did. You were the one to mess it up.”

“No, you were drunk off your ass, so anything you were spouting as you were blubbering on my back was liable to be bullshit and you know it. That wasn’t my first Drunk Deku rodeo.” 

“We’re gonna have to agree to disagree here, Kacchan,” Izuku sighed and returned to collecting the dishes. “I don’t see what the big deal is, though. You have his number; why don’t you just unblock him and apologize?”

“You’re kidding me, right? Let me just shoot him a quick message like ‘hey, sorry I told you to fuck off—I actually like you and didn’t mean to block you. I just thought it was my roommate pulling a prank on me.’ Like he would believe that over a text message,” he grumbled. 

“Look at you, admitting you like Kirishima. I’m proud of you, Kacchan!” Katsuki sent him a withering glare, which the nerd had the audacity to laugh at. “So, you want to apologize to him in person, then? That will be a little hard considering his visits here are so sporadic, due to his schedule. Then again, he is friends with Kaminari. Maybe we can get him to reach out and arrange a time to be here when you’re on shift. But that would mean we would have to fill Kaminari in on what happened, which could be an issue since you—”

“Cut it out, Deku.” Katsuki really didn’t have the time, nor the patience, to deal with one of Izuku’s ramblings right now. As he went to grab his phone from the apron pocket to check the time, he came across the crumpled up receipt paper. He frowned as he pulled it out, not really remembering what it was, but when he saw the address hastily scrawled out, he suddenly knew just how he would be able to make up for his mistake. 

“Uh, Kacchan, what’s that grin for? You’re scaring me,” Izuku said while slowly inching back toward the kitchen. 

“Let’s get this close done quickly. I had an idea and it’s time I cashed in on that favor you owe me from the Disaster Date.” 

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This was a stupid idea and he knew it; had midterms to study for, so why he was letting a little crush dictate his actions, he didn’t know. Especially when he wasn’t even sure if Kirishima would be there. Despite this, the two of them continued their trek to the aforementioned ‘Tape Deck’ that Kaminari wouldn’t shut up about during their shift. 

“Are you sure this is the right place, Kacchan?” Deku asked as they arrived, taking in the large, slightly dilapidated building. It had definitely seen better days, that’s for sure. Some of the shingles on the roof were missing, the pale yellow paint on the drooping siding was chipped away, and there were cracks in the foundation. If it weren’t for the group of people outside of the house smoking, drinking, and talking amongst themselves, Katsuki would have sworn that Kaminari had given them the wrong address—not that he had actually given it to them in the first place.

“Holy shit...Bakugou?!? Is that you?” Speak of the devil. Kaminari broke away from the small group and made a beeline for them, stopping short and blinking in surprise before a devious smirk broke out across his face. “Bakugou AND Midoriya? Are my eyes deceiving me?”

“Oh shut up, Dunce Face. And put some damn clothes on,” Katsuki grumbled at him while Izuku gave a meager wave. Why Kaminari was wearing a cropped, neon-yellow denim vest as a shirt, with a matching pair of converse, and black leather pants was a mystery to Katsuki. 

“Why? Am I turning you on?” he asked with a smirk and a lifted eyebrow as he fiddled with the choker at his neck. Katsuki clenched his jaw and fists in irritation, simultaneously ready to just give up and go home and plotting how to get away with murder, when Kaminari burst out laughing, bending over and clutching his sides. 

“I’m just kidding, man,” he gasped out between laughs. “Oh my God, you should have seen your face!” He wiped a tear away from his eye as he straightened back up. “In all seriousness, I never imagined I would see either one of you here. No offense.”

“Well, when you kept yammering on about it to the customers, it made me curious, okay?” Katsuki pouted. 

“Would this have anything to do with Kirishima?” he asked slyly, slinging an arm over Katsuki’s shoulder.  

“Why would it have anything to do with Shitty Hair?” Shoving Kaminari off, Katsuki took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest and threw an impressive glare his way. 

“Well, hewas the one I invited here, not you two. Besides, this doesn’t really seem to be your scene,” Kaminari shrugged. “Speaking of, what areyou doing here, Midoriya?” 

“I owed Kacchan a favor. That, and I don’t have a midterm tomorrow, so I figured why not?”

“Ooooh, does this mean it’s both of your guys’ first time at a house show? This is going to be awesome! Follow me!” he beckoned, talking over the two of them as they tried to respond.

“Are those lightning bolts on your back?” Deku questioned and Katsuki scoffed. Leave it to Dunce Face to have a tramp stamp. 

“Yupp! Just a reminder that there’s passion in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it,” he winked, leading them past the group of party goers and into the house. 

“You’re a menace to society,” Katsuki grumbled while Izuku chuckled loudly. They found themselves in the kitchen, which was also filled with people milling about. The beat up couch to the left was home to a couple who was in the midst of an animated conversation about which model of guitar was better. There was a table shoved up against the wall on the right of them, which held an assortment of snacks and liquors. A faint thrumming could be heard from below them, but it was overpowered by the pulsing beat of a song coming from another room that gave Katsuki flashbacks to middle school. It must have done the same for Deku, if the look of horror he was wearing was any indication. 

“I thought there was supposed to be live music. What’s with this shit?” Katsuki’s griping was cut short by a door by the snack table being flung open, Jirou storming through it and making a beeline for another room in the house. What had once been a faint noise was now jarring feedback reverberating through the entryway. 

“There is live music, but it isn’t going to start for at least another hour,” Kaminari explained as he shut the door, drowning out the noise from downstairs before crossing over to the fridge, grabbing three beers. 

“An hour? Then why were you saying it started at nine?” 

“Dude! Any respectable punk knows that when you say one time, you clearly mean that that’s when the bands start to arrive for sound check,” Kaminari laughed, passing the beers over to the two of them. 

“What type of horseshit is that? Why not just say the show starts later then?” 

“I don’t know, Kacchan. It makes sense to me, sort of. People start to arrive so they can hang out and enjoy the scene, right?” Izuku asked, cracking open his beer with a wary face. Good—the nerd better not get trashed like last time. 

“That’s right! My mans Midoriya gets it!” Kaminari exclaimed as he draped an arm around his shoulder. “It’s all about the ambiance. Gotta get your head in the game before the show starts. And by in the game, I mean piss drunk,” he grinned before downing the beer with speed that was both impressive and slightly terrifying. Jirou came storming back through the kitchen and flew down the stairs, muttered curses coloring her words. An impressively tall man came sauntering in after her and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his heavily tattooed arms. He was dressed pretty plainly—a pair of dark skinny jeans, beat up tri colored vans, and an oversized Dead Kennedys muscle tank that showed off the side piece tattoo that creeped up the right side of his neck. His long hair was shaggy and loose around his face, which was adorned with multiple piercings: snakebites, a nose hoop, and dimple dermals that caught the dim kitchen light as he laughed at Kaminari.    

“Only you liked to get pissed drunk before the shows, Denki. I don’t think there’s ever been a time I’ve seen you sober at a show.”

“Gotta live life to the fullest, man,” he laughed. “Bakugou, Midoriya, this here’s Sero. We call him Long, Lean, and Lanky here!”

“You’re the only one who calls me that and you know it,” Sero groaned, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, nice to meet you both. How do you both have the unfortunate pleasure of knowing Kaminari here?”

“I resent that statement! Beer?” Sero nodded and Kaminari went to fetch him a drink. 

“Work,” Bakugou grunted, trying to not be obvious with how his eyes were roving the room, looking for Kirishima as people started to filter into the small kitchen. 

“Wow, you’re a man of many words.” Deku, the traitor, laughed at Sero’s comment, so Bakugou shoved him lightly. “Work, you say? At the cafe or are you both electricians too? I would say the bar, but you two don’t seem the type who would be into that scene, no offense.”

“Oh, we work at Sugar Rush with Kaminari,” Izuku quickly said before Katsuki could get in a word.    

“Yupp! Blasty here is the Head Bitch—I mean Head Barista in Charge and Midoriya is the cook!” Kaminari chimed in, tossing the beer at Sero and wrapping his arms around Izuku and Katsuki, who quickly shook him off. 

“The cafe, huh. Interesting,” Sero cryptically muttered before cracking open his drink. They stood there, the awkward silence eating at Katsuki and making his skin itch, as Sero seemed to mull over his words. 

“So,” he started as Katsuki took a swig of his beer, “How long have you two been together?” he asked, gesturing between him and Deku and Katsuki choked. Kaminari burst out into raucous laughter, holding his gut as he gave a few huge whacks to Bakugou’s back. 

“Wha-? Me and Kacchan?” Deku squeaked as his face flamed bright red. 

“Why the hell would you think me and that shitty nerd are dating?” Katsuki coughed as he shoved the still laughing Kaminari off of him.       

“You two seem pretty close,” he shrugged. “I just assumed since you came together that you were together.” 

“Haven’t you ever heard about what happens when you assume shit, Soy Sauce Face?” Katsuki growled. “Besides, Deku here isn’t even gay,” he said, jabbing a thumb in Izuku’s direction. 

“I’m not straight either, Kacchan,” he fired back before snapping his mouth shut, cheeks flaming once again. 

“What did you just say?” Katsuki asked, blinking at him. 

“You heard me loud and clear, Kacchan. I’m not straight,” he said defiantly before shrinking back on himself a bit. “I-I guess you would say I’m bisexual. Though I haven’t actually been with a guy before, I'm definitely not opposed to the idea. In fact, if I wasn’t dating Uraraka, I would totally be willing to date a guy. I mean, have you seen Todoroki Shouto?” Sero snorted around his beer at this. “Definitely my celebrity crush. That man is totally walking eye candy, and if I had a chance to meet-”

“Please, for the love of everything, stop,” Katsuki groaned as he cut off Deku’s rambling. “I am entirely too sober to deal with your gay awakening right now.” Kaminari was set off into another round of hysterics as Katsuki pushed past him and yanked open the fridge, grabbing two beers for himself. 

“You should have seen your face, Kacchan! You went from ‘oh my god, I’m gonna kill this man’ to ‘oh hell no, Midoriya did not just say what I think he said’ so quickly I think I gave myself whiplash,” Kaminari snorted as he tried to pilfer the unopened beer from Katsuki’s hand. 

“What have I said? Don’t ever call me Kacchan, Dunce Face, or it will be the last thing you say. And get your grubby hands off me. There’s a fridge full of beer—you don’t need mine,” he bit out, shaking the blond off him. 

“Rude! Sero! Make him give me the beer. It’s your house!”

“He’s right, Denki. There’s really more where that came from. Just go get another one.” Kaminari pouted and walked over to the fridge dejectedly. 

“Can I have another one too? Really didn’t think I would be outing myself at a house party of all places,” Izuku sighed and Katsuki felt a pang of sympathy for him, not that he would say it. 

“Of course, broski! And you don’t have to worry about us at all. This is a homo-safe home, same-team homie,” he grinned, passing the beer over to Izuku and hanging off him like a koala. 

“Not like you live here, or anything,” Sero quipped, a smirk on his face as he finished his beer. “It’s been nice meeting you both, but I need to go see how the band is doing with setup. Jirou was pretty pissed off.”

“Why is the lovely lady so angry?” Kaminari asked and Sero let out a long sigh. 

“For starters, we had to move up Dark Shadow’s set because Loud Cloud is nowhere to be found.”

“Shirakumo? Missing? Who would have thought?” Kaminari snickered, and Sero shot him a glare. 

“You know that moves your set up too, right? Anyway, Ei is also MIA, meaning that they’re now down their rhythm as well. If we don’t hear from him soon, then it looks like I will have to fill in for him.” Soy Sauce face and Dunce Face continued chatting about music and Katsuki nursed his beer, trying to not sulk too much. There was still no sign of Kirishima, much to Katsuki’s dismay. He knew it was a bit of a long shot, especially since Kirishima never gave a definitive answer, but he was hoping that his gut instinct wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t sure why, but he just had a feeling that Kirishima would actually show up tonight.   

“You okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked as he escaped from Kaminari’s hold on him, sipping on his beer occasionally as the conversation continued to unfold despite Sero’s attempts to disengage. 

“Just peachy, nerd,” he grunted. “You know,” he said after a pause, “you didn’t have to out yourself at a party like that. So, are you like, okay or whatever?” 

“It’s not a big deal,” Izuku shrugged. “It was bound to come up eventually. I also wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t trust you or Kaminari,” he said, picking at the hem of his green flannel.

“Oi, knock that off. You’ll bust the stitching. But I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Aww, Kacchan being nice? I never thought I’d see the day!” Kaminari exclaimed, turning his attention away from Sero, who took the opportunity to sneak away. 

“You’re not going to see tomorrow if you keep calling me Kacchan,” Katsuki grit out. 

“Oh, shush. I know your bark is wayyy worse than your bite. Anygay, come on! You gotta get that full Tape Deck experience, and you won’t get that by just loitering around in the kitchen,” he insisted, worming his way behind the two of them and pushing them toward what Katsuki assumed was the living room on a normal day. Currently, it looked like a clusterfuck of bodies all sprawled out across the couch, loveseat, and folding chairs. The table was decorated with plastic cups and an assortment of crunched up booze cans and the air had a thick haze of smoke that made Katsuki’s eyes water. Deku wasn’t faring any better, given the coughing fit he was currently in the midst of. There was an impressive stereo system off to the side of the seating area, which was currently blaring music that Katsuki was positive would be haunting him for the next few weeks. Whoever allowed Kaminari the ability to pick the pre-show music should be shot on principle alone. 

“Sit, I’ll go get us some more beers!” Kaminari exclaimed after shoving them both to the now-unoccupied couch. Katsuki grit his teeth in annoyance but didn’t fight it—for once he was out of his element, even if only by a little. At least he was dressed more appropriately for a show compared to Deku. While his roommate was sporting his green flannel that was opened to a white shirt that had SHIRT printed across it in English with a pair of jeans and sneakers, Katsuki opted to wearing a dark grey v-neck tee with a pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees and a pair of black combat boots. He also had lined his eyes with a ring of eyeliner and touched up his black nail polish. As he finished off his beer, he had to admit to himself that the other reason he wasn’t fighting Kaminari’s antics, yet, was because he was doing this for a chance to make up for his piss-poor behavior toward Kirishima. He fought the urge to check his phone, even though he knew Kirishima was still blocked, and turned toward Deku, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there in that particular moment. A petite blonde woman was sitting so close to him that she was nearly on his lap, an honest-to-god creepy smile stretched across her face as she invaded his personal space.

“Mans is taken, Toga, back off,” Kaminari chided, shoving her off of Deku with his foot as he returned with the booze. She snarled at him, the dangerous glint in her eyes enough to make Katsuki uncomfortable, before she pushed herself off of Deku and threw herself onto the lap of an older blonde man with a long scar down his forehead, who welcomed her with a hearty laugh.

“Sorry about Toga, Midoriya. She can be a bit handsy, but she mostly means well. Otherwise, Awase and Shoji wouldn’t have hired her. She’s definitely crazy in the chair though—she had the bolts on me faster than I knew was possible.”

“I wouldn’t trust her anywhere near my skin with a needle,” Katsuki barked out, taking the proffered beer.

“Like you would let anyone near your skin with a needle, Blasty,” Kaminari teased while perching himself on the table across from Katsuki. “I bet you don’t even have a single tattoo!” Katsuki snorted and rolled his left sleeve up to show off his shoulder cap—a mix of grenades, smoke, and explosions decorating his skin. 

“You were saying, Dunce Face?” he smirked as Kaminari’s eyes went wide. 

“Holy Shit, Kacchan, that’s a sick tattoo! You’re cooler than I thought you were!” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he adjusted his shirt. Izuku was muttering to himself as he sipped at his beer and scrolled through his phone. 

“Whatcha babbling on about over there, nerd?” Katsuki asked as he got more comfortable. 

“Just going back and forth between texting mom and Uraraka to get the plans for this weekend hammered out,” he said off-handedly, more absorbed in his messages than the actual conversation. Great—now he had to either sit in an awkward silence or continue conversing with Dunce Face as he tried to not look around the room like a lost puppy for any sight of Kirishima. Thankfully, Kaminari, and the shitty music surrounding them, was able to fill the void as the minutes passed. Kaminari interacted with many of the patrons of the party, pulling Katsuki into wild conversations that he really didn’t care about, but it made him feel like he actually fit in, which was nice, considering he didn’t have much interaction with others outside of Deku. Which, in retrospect, was slightly worrying, but now was most definitely not the time for him to get sucked into that train of thought. They continued on like this for a while before a loud vibration shook the living room, causing both Katsuki and Izuku to sit up in a panic and look around as everyone else stood up and made their way out of the living room.       

“It’s about TIME! Come on! The show is starting!” Kaminari exclaimed, hopping up and waving them toward the door. Izuku stood and followed Kaminari, but Katsuki hesitated, trying to fight off a pout as he looked toward what he assumed was the front door. 

“Oh come on,” Kaminari groaned, rolling his eyes. “Kiri knows where the basement is. Whenever he gets here, he will find us. Now, stop being such a grumpy lil bitch and come downstairs.”   

“What did you call me?!” he growled out as he jumped up from the couch, ready to kill Dunce Face. 

“You heard me, Kacchan. Now come on—I’m pretty sure we’ve already missed the first song and I’ve got a Jirou to impress over here,” he sighed impatiently shoving the two of them toward the basement. 

“I’m sure she will be totally impressed with you dressed like a cheap hooker,” Katsuki bit out and Kaminari snorted out a laugh. 

“Hey, I resent that! I’m more of a high-dollar escort rather than a hooker. But that’s neither here nor there. May I present to you men, Tape Deck!” he shouted over the cheers as they entered the basement. If Katsuki had thought that the living room was a waking nightmare, he was sorely mistaken and wholly unprepared for the showroom. There were strands of twinkling lights wrapped up with Halloween garland hanging from the ceiling around the entirety of the room. The walls were littered with show posters and canvases, and what wasn’t filled with those was filled with graffiti. A mattress was propped up against a door that led to the outside, and the area to the right of where the band was set up had a mismatch of lawn chairs, bean bag chairs, and a couch with a table in front that was covered with more crushed up cans. Katsuki had to fight a grimace at the floors, which his boots were sticking to, as he followed Kaminari up toward the front of the crowd, Deku trailing behind them. 

“Thank you everyone! It’s nice to see you all here tonight! But you’re not here to listen to me talk, so let’s get this shit on the road!” Jirou called out as the band moved into their next song, her haunting voice filling the air before the drums and guitars kicked into gear. Jirou looked every bit like she belonged right on the makeshift stage, her body swaying to the beat as she belted out the lyrics while she plucked at the strings of her bass. Soy Sauce Face was to her left carrying the tune on the rhythm, and behind her there was a massive silver-haired man banging out the beat on the drums and Katsuki was now entirely convinced that he was related to Kirishima in some way or another. And to Jirou’s right there was a person shrouded in a pure black hoodie shredding out the lead and providing vocals for the chorus. Katsuki squinted, thinking that the combination of his shitty genetics and the poor lighting were deceiving him, but to his horror, neither were.         

"Is that a freakin' bird mask?" he shouted at Kaminari over the music.

"Oh yeah! That's good ol' Tokoyami for you," he laughed. "It's his schtick. Kinda like the one band we had play here whose lead wore one of those Snuggies and a wizard hat. Man, they were great. Maybe they will come back one day." Katsuki blinked. What in the hell was up with these people? 

"But man, you should be so glad that you're getting to see Tokoyami with this mask," Dunce Face continued prattling on all while shoving people who were thrown at him forward. "The last one was the thing of my nightmares, I swear to god. It was like a kindergartener's Papier-mâché project gone wrong. Rumor has it that the band used the money from their merch table for the first few shows to all pitch in and get him the glorious mask seen now. No one knows where Budget Birdman went to. And no one wants to know."

“You all are nuts, I swear to god,” Katsuki guffawed. “What do I do with this?” he asked, gesturing to the empty can in his hand. 

“Just crunch it and toss it—damage control clean up is tomorrow morning,” Kaminari laughed, taking the can and disposing of it himself. 

“I didn’t know Jirou was this good of a singer!” Deku shouted, leaning forward so both men could hear. “I mean, I’ve heard her sing to herself at work when she thinks no one is paying attention, but I didn’t think she was this talented!”

“Kyouka is a beast when it comes to music. I’ve always dabbled around with mixes and stuff myself, but it wasn’t until I met her that I actually learned to play an instrument. I owe a lot to her,” he sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. 

“You’ve got it bad, you idiot.” 

“Like you have any room to talk, Kacchan. I saw how you were interacting with Kirishima today at work. Boy, you are whipped!” he cackled and Katsuki could feel the blush creeping up his face. Stupid electrician who was too observant for his own good. “Hanta, babe! You’re looking great!” he called out to Soy Sauce Face as they were transitioning to the next song, effectively changing the conversation, which Katsuki was thankful for. The energy of the room was chaotic, the small group of people by the ‘stage’ pushing at one another as the bass line mixed with the lead guitar to create an intoxicating rhythm for everyone to move their bodies to. Kaminari had moved up toward the throng of people, throwing himself into the chaos with maniacal laughter while Deku stayed close to Katsuki, sipping on his beer and swaying to the music. As the songs would come to a close and fade into the newer ones, even Katsuki found himself being impressed with how well the band was playing, even if he was confident that he could play the drums better than the Tin Can. He wondered, briefly, what the band would sound like if this mysterious Ei person had shown up, but that was quickly expelled from his head when a fist connected with his face. 

“What the fuck?” he growled as he staggered back, wiping drool from his chin. His shirt was soaked and he was seething. He whipped his head around and he swore he saw that Toga chick from earlier smirking as she threw herself back into the fray.  

“Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down, Kacchan!” Dunce Face pleaded, flitting over to his side and holding him back. “It’s just a mosh pit! Shit like this happens all the time. You just gotta shrug it off! 

“Shrug it off? That bitch just punched me in the face!”

“It was probably an accident man. A casualty of a good time.” Katsuki squinted his eyes in suspicion at Kaminari, who leveled him with his own stare, off-handedly pushing people back into the mosh pit as they were thrown his way. “Come on, man. Live a little—what’s the worst that could happen? Or are you too much of a wuss to get a couple of scratches and bruises?” he taunted and Katsuki saw red. 

“I’ll show you who’s the wuss, Dunce Face,” he grit out before cautiously stepping into the horde of people, trying to dodge the elbows and writhing bodies. Kaminari immediately threw himself at him, and he pushed him away quickly, throwing him toward another party-goer. There was a small rush he felt as he got to throw the other man around, and he immediately understood the appeal of mosh pits. His grin became manic as he really threw himself into the fray. 

“Alright, ya heathens! Last song of the night, in honor of the birthday boy here!” Jirou announced and Katsuki perked up, scanning the room for any sight of Kirishima when he realized that Jirou wasn’t talking about him, but was instead talking about the possibly-related-to-Kirishima drummer. Before he could let the disappointment set in, the room filled with the feedback from the guitar before the drums picked up, and he felt his adrenaline kicking in. The song definitely had a grunge feel to it, which was right up his alley. He felt sudden appreciation for the Tin Can for his choice of music. 

“Hell yeah! This is some real Dark Shadow right here!” Kaminari shouted as he jumped nearly a foot in the air before launching himself towards his next unsuspecting victim. Between the beat and the surprisingly haunting vocals from BirdMan, Katsuki felt himself getting thrown into a trance of thrashing. He felt more free than he had in months—honestly, this was the most free he had felt since the beginning of the semester—and now he understood why his classmates decided to go to parties. He felt like he was on top of the world, like nothing could ever make him crash down. 

Of course, that had to be when everything went to shit. He had made his way back to the edge of the mosh pit to catch his breath when the tall man who Toga had been hanging all over in the living room came staggering backwards toward him, knocking him into the person behind him. The two of them hit the ground, and Katsuki swore he heard a sickening crunch from below him. 

“Man down! Man down!” Kaminari shouted as he appeared from nowhere to help Katsuki up. “You okay?” he asked. 

“Just peachy,” he grunted out, eyes narrowing at the large man who was profusely apologizing to him before escaping back to the crowd. He turned back around at Kaminari’s exclamation of ‘oh shit’ and he felt his stomach drop as he took in Deku clutching at his arm, tears rimming his eyes as Dunce Face gingerly helped him up. 

“Kacchan, I think it’s broken,” he whimpered as they moved away from the crowd and toward the stairs. 

“What do you mean broken? Aren’t your bones like indestructible or some shit from breaking them all the time as a kid?” he asked in a panic, to which Midoriya fixed him with a deadpan stare. 

“You and I both know that’s not how that works.”

“Fuck. Yeah, you’re right. Shit I’m so sorry Deku. I didn’t mean to… Fuck!” He was close to pulling his hair out at this point. Kaminari looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t have the words for it, which was preferable, really. Katsuki wasn’t sure he could take any of Dunce Face’s ramblings right now.

“It’s not your fault. Come on, we gotta get going if we want to make it to the hospital at a decent hour,” Izuku sighed, already maneuvering his way up the stairs. Katsuki blindly followed him up the stairs, mind moving a million miles an hour as he contemplated just how entirely pissed Auntie Inko was going to be with him over this. Here he was, getting Deku in trouble just because he was a love-struck fool, not that he would ever admit that out loud to anyone, the nerd especially. He wasn’t watching where he was going and collided with someone else, falling on his ass for the second time that night just as he stepped outside. 

“Hey man! Are you ok—wait? Bakugou? ” the other asked incredulously and Katsuki’s head snapped up to see Kirishima standing over him, his hand outstretched in an offer to help him up. Katsuki quickly took it, floundering for words as the man he had been searching for all night was now right in front of him, hauling him up, and he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate. Just as he was about to finally get a sentence out—specifically ‘how did you know my name?’—Deku interrupted. 

“Kacchan? Where are yo— oh,” he squeaked as his eyes flitted between Katsuki and Kirishima. He looked like he was about to say something else but winced in pain instead as someone passing by accidentally jostled his arm. Right—he couldn’t keep making Izuku wait while he was making a fool out of himself. 

“Thanks,” he finally managed to grit out as he pulled his hand free. “I’ll see you around?” he asked and turned away without waiting for an answer. Deku gave him a questioning look but otherwise kept his mouth shut as they left Tape Deck. As they settled on the train towards the nearest hospital, Katsuki rested his head in his hands, ignoring the shrieking from Auntie Inko as Izuku called to let her know what was going on, and let the fatigue sit in. The look of disappointment that crossed Kirishima’s face as Katsuki walked away from him was haunting him. His only hope now was that he didn’t screw up his chance to make things right with Kirishima. Surely there would be another opportunity, right?

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2 • Operation: Coffee ... Snack Mountain & Emergency Ice Cream | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

2 • Operation: Coffee … Snack Mountain & Emergency Ice Cream | OPERATION: FAKING IT …?

Description: After you move into the tower it's time for your coffee date, will it be awkward or run smoothly? How will the public & your friends react to the news that you & Bucky appear to be a couple?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing, suggestive language 18+ (no smut).

A/N: I really can't keep my word count down, sorry guys!!

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Moving into the compound was a complete snooze fest, Tony rolled his eyes at you after you refused to lift a finger, you had found your old skates when packing so naturally brought them with you & decided to take them for a spin whilst everyone emptied the moving van.

It didn’t take long with the combination of slick floors & lack of practice for an incident to occur, you had hurtled down the hallway & crashed into something full speed & before you knew it Bucky had you thrown over his shoulder marching you to the kitchen to Ice your knee, Pepper immediately confiscated your skates due to them being a ‘health & safety hazard’, it's not your fault the guy you fell over came out of nowhere.

Bucky insisted on you leaving everyone to unload all the boxes whilst he patched you up & offered to help you unpack once they were done, he was being so sweet to you to try & get you to stop sulking but kept snatching your phone away whenever you tried to order some roller blades online. Rude.

You were chatting as you unpacked your belongings in your new home, you had separate rooms on the same floor so were sharing the communal space, your rooms were identical empty boxes, much less cosy than your apartment & not one single plant to brighten the shell up which made you sad. Bucky handled your possessions with such delicacy it was adorable, how anyone could think this teddy bear of a man was dangerous clearly were clueless. The look on Bucky’s face when he got to your lingerie was hilarious, is uncomfortable & horny a facial expression? or did he unlock a new one? You made a note to ask Bruce later, he would know. 

As the afternoon took over you could feel yourself being aware of the time, knowing you had to be at the coffee shop around 3pm. Bucky sensed your apprehension & reassured you that it would just be a hang out with hand holding, he suggested treating each planned event like a mission; you would agree to the plan before embarking, execute said mission & then have a quick debrief back at the tower to make sure everything was ok & you were both comfortable with the date. Todays would be an easy one, sit & have a coffee together, hold hands for a few minutes then back to the tower. Simple.

You checked yourself in the mirror before heading down the lobby to meet Bucky, you tried to match his style somewhat so chose a pair of black skinny jeans, your trusty lace up ankle boots, a cropped high neck vest & oversized open shirt. It was warm in the city so you could forgo a jacket & it was pointless carrying a handbag with Tony’s credit card loaded onto your apple pay, you were set & oddly excited for coffee & pastries. 

It turns out walking next to someone as large as Bucky closely was difficult, your shoulder kept knocking into his side & due to the solid nature of him it hurt, a lot, he could see you wincing in pain whenever it happened so he tucked you into his side & draped his arm over your shoulder, you couldn’t help wrap yourself around him, it felt a natural position for your arm instead of being awkwardly squished up against him you reasoned. Plus, he smelled heavenly. 

The coffee shop was irritatingly busy, Bucky would stare menacingly any time you were bumped into & would get especially annoyed whenever you apologised to whichever imbecile bumped into you instead those who did the bumping apologising to you, in order to prevent an escalation, you gravitated into Bucky’s space, people seemed to give him a respectful amount of distance & you wanted to believe it was due to his size but you suspected they knew who he once was. As you got to the front of the queue you stood contemplating your order deciding between a frappachino or hot coffee, you thought Bucky would assume you were an idiot if you got anything too frilly so went with a simple iced coffee, two arms appeared either side of you on the counter caging you in, although he wasn’t pressed against you, you could feel his body heat radiating behind you, as Bucky placed his order you leaned back looking up at him & rested your head on his shoulder, you wondered how on earth someone is so pretty at every angle.

There was a slight squabble as you tried to pay, the barista looked amused at the sight of two Avengers battling their respective payment methods despite one being a whole foot taller & wider than the other. Bucky insisted that a lady never pays on a date & even if you knew it wasn’t a real date, it surprisingly made you feel cherished by him, you did relent but made him buy two Portuguese Tarts as part of the deal, he said they looked burnt you told him to shut his trap & trust you, it was a whole ordeal but eventually you got your coffee & patisseries & took a seat.

Your conversation flowed naturally & any worries you had about it being awkward faded, you weren’t aware of your surroundings or if anyone was taking pictures at that particular moment because you were completely transfixed by Bucky experiencing the wonder that is a Portuguese Tart for the first time, as the flaky pastry touched his pink pouty lips his eyes closed & his head tipped back groaning in sheer bliss, you loved being right but your smugness was short lived, in a split second Bucky’s hand reached out, quick as a flash to the remaining tart on the table.

‘No, don’t you dare Bucky.’ You warned, you weren’t exactly a Joe with food, but you’d fight to the death for the tart currently being stolen from you in broad daylight.

‘Come on Bambi, one isn’t enough.’ You jumped into action, grabbing the Super Soldier’s wrist blocking him from chowing down on your treat.

‘It will have to be, quit it, you’ll crush it if you’re not careful, one is plenty. Just order more…gahh’ you twisted yourself around & managed to bite down on half of the pastry whilst whisper yelling ‘VictoRRRRYYYYYY’. With you distracted Bucky made his move, pulling you towards him to the point you were practically sat on his lap, with your combined hands clutching the pastry near his mouth he took the remaining amount with smug look on his face, wrapping his lips around your fingers practically sucking on them. It should have annoyed you but that really wasn’t the affect it was having, you were overcome with arousal, it was pulsating throughout you like lightening, from the tips of your fingers connecting you to him, shooting through your entire being.

The eye contact was intense as you reached out with your thumb to wipe the pastry flakes that were caught in his stubble at the corner of his mouth, he was mesmerised by the action, it was such an intimate touch, but his brain had already short circuited with you on his lap & fingers in his mouth moments before so when he moved his head to quickly kiss the pad of your thumb he shocked himself. It felt right but his brain was screaming at him for being so bold.

After swiftly removing yourself from Bucky’s lap & returning to your seat hoping no one caught that moment on camera you moved forward with the planned hand holding portion of the mission. You reached out & placed your palm out towards him, as he took the cue he gently intertwined his fingers with yours.

‘It’s a bit weird if we just sit & hold hands not talking.’ You pointed out.

‘Right, right … well what do you do on a first date? Can’t say I’ve been on one for a while.’ Bucky admitted stroking his thumb against your palm.

‘Trust me when I say I’m not an expert. I guess you get to know each other, trade traumatic childhoods, life goals, that kind of thing.’

‘When was your last date?’ He was surprised he asked, he wanted to know but also really didn’t. You were friends, it had always been platonic, but Bucky knew he was jealous when you spent time with other people, men specifically but he just thought it was because he wanted to hang out with you, nothing more or deeper than that.

‘erm a few months ago, it didn’t go anywhere. I think he just wanted me to introduce him to Nat. That’s what usually happens.’ You shrugged in defeat at your pathetic dating history.

‘Have they told you that or do you just assume?’ you noticed how pissed he looked at your admission & how he kept clenching his jaw.

‘One guy did, said I annoyed him when I kept suggesting things we could do & then asked for her number. It’s not my fault he didn’t want to have a road trip to NASA at 3am on a Tuesday.’

‘I’m going to need his name, address & social security number Bambi.’ 

‘Bucky!! We’re trying to improve your reputation, if you went after every guy who was shitty to me you’d have no time to scowl.’

He narrowed his eyes at you ‘I don’t scowl.’

‘Sure you don’t, ok smoulder.’

‘That’s better.’ 

‘What about you, when was your last date?’ Why were you hoping it was in the 1920’s?

‘Steve set me up last year, I ended up having to cancel the first time because something came up.’

‘That hero life.’ You added.

‘Yeah ... yeah so when Steve made me rearrange, she wasn’t very nice.’ 

He doesn’t know why he lied, cancelling had nothing to do with a mission, you had asked him if he wanted to go to the arcade with you & despite him insisting to you that it was closed, he knew you would go regardless so didn’t want you going alone & then being disappointed when it was closed. Plus, he wasn’t about to pass up whatever hair-brained wild plan you would come up with in the split second after you realised it was closed & so he cancelled last minute. 

You couldn’t help giggle, ‘What did she do?’

‘I took her to a nice place & she turned her nose up at it, told me to keep my glove on & scolded me for wearing my leather jacket instead of a dinner jacket.’

‘Ok, I’m going to need her name, address & social security number.’ You were livid, especially about the glove.

You didn’t see his full smile often, his smiles were usually reserved & measured even at something funny but to experience the Bucky Barnes unadulterated smile complete with adorable nose scrunch was special. It filled you entirely with warmth.

‘Bonnie & Clyde eat your heart out.’ He chuckled.

‘Yesssss, Tony has no idea what he's unleashed pairing us up. Plus, that is officially our next Halloween costume. What can our puppy be?’ 

Our. That sounded good to Bucky. ‘The car?’

You let out a little squeal ‘We’ll win best dressed for sure we’ll be that fucking adorable.’ Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm & get caught up in it himself.

‘Doll, I don’t think there’s a competition at Tony’s parties for best dressed.’

‘Just you wait, I’ll make him have one, that crown is ours.’ You nodded in confidence that you could make Tony Stark do whatever you wanted.

‘I’ve never asked you how you’re so close with Tony. He acts like your dad & you have him wrapped around your finger.’ He may have admitted to himself the night before when he was packing up his one bag that consisted of 60% knives that he too was wrapped around your finger, probably always has been.

‘He’s like an honorary dad or protective uncle depending on the circumstance, when I joined SHIELD I hacked Jarvis his old AI & he found out, mainly because I wanted him to; I was far too qualified for the job & bored to tears so decided to send him on scavenger hunt to find me, mainly for my own amusement but also to showcase my skills, I swear I made him fly to Timbuktu & he still didn’t cotton on I was fucking with him. Once he calmed down he transferred me to the team, set me up my own lab then proceeded to spend more time in it than his own especially when he was hiding from Pepper, he was oddly protective then just started acting like my dad. I allow it because I find it funny when he tells me off, plus he buys me stuff.’

‘He’s not the only one, Sam & Steve act like your big brothers, in fact I don’t think I have ever seen you pay for food or a drink, maybe your superpower is getting men wrapped around your finger.’

‘That would be so cool, I’d turn into a villain immediately though with that kind of power. I’d have you all lined up on your knees.’

‘Don’t need to be a villain for me to do that Doll.’ Shit, Bucky’s eyes practically bulged out of his head the second he said it. 

You suddenly became aware of the pulse between your thighs, how your legs felt like jelly & how your face was heating up past boiling point, Bucky’s subtle flirting was pretty standard & something you mostly ignored, but Bucky’s blatant flirting was something to behold. The image of this man on his knees for you unlocked a new kink for sure but you couldn’t decide if this flirting was just for the mission, genuine or most likely another innuendo he had no clue of. Sweet innocent Bucky. 

You brushed it off & as you finished your coffees decided whether to tell the team about the mission or to keep them on their toes & have fun with them, it didn’t take much convincing to sway Bucky to your plan. He was already on board, but the case you put forward about being able to hide in each other’s room undisturbed & watch movies & not having to sit with other people all the time were perks he hadn’t thought of. 

You text Tony to let him know to keep the mission top secret, you knew he would revel in playing along & lording it up over the others that he had known since the beginning. Before you left you ordered a batch of tarts to the tower for Bucky, he had missed out on 70+ years of fine patisseries, so you wanted to make sure he caught up without wrestling the next one out of your hands.

The walk back to the tower didn’t feel long enough, the sun was peeking through the skyscrapers creating shards of light fracturing onto the sidewalks, as Bucky glanced at you he swore you looked like an angel, he didn’t know you were thinking the same when you switched sides to hold his vibranium hand & looked up at him bathed in light. Life felt peaceful in those moments with Bucky, even in the hustle of New York, you couldn’t help but get excited for walking your dog together & taking them to parks to play. It was going to be the best summer ever you concluded, maybe you could convince Tony to lend you his yacht. 

The silence was deafening in the common room when you & Bucky strolled in casually holding hands, you could see Tony smirking at the dropped jaws, both Natasha & Sam jumping up itching to ask all the questions flooding their heads, before they got chance you turned to Bucky & without thinking he pulled your hand up to his lips kissing your hand again.

‘Thanks for today Bonnie.’ His intense eye contact was magnetic, you couldn’t focus on anything but him.

‘Anytime Clyde, I’m going to go finish unpacking, I’ll see you later?’ You winked bringing out a blush & cheeky smile from him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

‘Just knock if you need anything.’ He whispered into your hair.

‘Good luck with them.’ You both chucked as you pulled apart & you left for your room.

… meanwhile

‘Are you all seeing what I think I’m seeing?’ Sam practically exploding from excitement.

Natasha looked on in suspicion ‘mmm not what I expected to see today.’ You were an open book & one she could usually read by looking at the cover, you & Bucky both appeared to be in your own little world unaware of the peanut gallery gawking at you, but she would have known if something was going on, you would have said something.

‘The Black Widow herself didn’t know. Can’t say it took me that long to work it out.’ Tony’s gloating had her rage levels spiralling.

‘Bucky probably asked your permission to ask her out knowing him, he wouldn’t dare without your blessing.’

‘Nope I figured it out, the signs were all there.’

‘You guys know I can hear everything you’re saying’ Bucky turned to face the room once you were out of earshot, when he saw all the gawping faces he regretted not coming with you, why was he the one to take all the questions when it was your idea to mess with them? He told himself to be vague & not look Natasha in the eyes.

‘So how long has this been going on?’ Steve asked as softly as possible, Bucky hated the kid gloves he handled him with at times, like he thought he was going to crumble at the slightest thing.

Sam was the complete opposite & was always abrupt with him to the point of revelling in his annoyance anytime he opened his mouth, ‘How in hell did you get her to say yes to a date?’ 

The shrug Bucky gave wasn’t enough info according to the collective, he could see Tony texting you laughing at your responses, he was jealous he wasn't the one you were texting. The why’s & how’s remained unanswered & he didn’t even begin to acknowledge the ‘about times’ that were thrown around, he mapped his exit before his parting words.

‘She is nice to me, doesn’t treat me like I will break, we’re good for each other, you might think we’re not compatible, but her excitement & enthusiasm is exactly what I need, I don’t feel as though I was ever the winter soldier when I’m with her.’

He assumed being dramatic might stop the questions, yes there could have been some truth in what he said but he stormed out before he could see if it had shut them up, he figured the whirlwind he left behind could be dealt with by Tony who was engrossed in conversation with you.

Tony sat back in contemplation once the super soldier had left wondering if maybe somewhere deep down he chose you because he thought you’d eventually get together. He worried you worked too much to meet someone & the ones you met all seemed to think you were too much but if you were ever in the tower outside of your lab you always seemed to have Bucky following you around like a puppy.

‘Look guys leave them to it, it shouldn’t work the brooding quiet super soldier with the talkative hyper computer nerd the size of a thimble, but it does. Look at the way they look at one another then tell me you didn’t see it before.’ & just like that Tony left for his lab.

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You forgot how boring it was living at the tower, at least with your apartment you had the whole place to roam which would inevitably lead to you finding something to fiddle with, fix or strategize a solution to a logistical problem that you encountered, your one touch coffee system that could deliver a cup of coffee to your palm without so much as moving from the sofa was your pride & joy, Tony offered to programme a suit to do the same but it felt a little bit servant-y to you which gave you the ick plus a suit hovering in your apartment 24/7 was all kinds of freaky & a midnight scare waiting to happen. You were tempted to go to your lab to fiddle with something in there, but you were banned from working past 8pm on Tony’s orders after him finding out you worked 72 hours straight one time, you could override his command lock but thought getting up to mischief with your super soldier would be more fun. You didn’t have a scheduled date for a few days, so it would be a normal hangout just the two of you, you pulled up his contact in your phone hoping he wasn’t busy.

Once you made your way down to the lobby you saw Bucky leaning against a pillar, he wasn’t wearing his usual black on black on black gear of jeans, t-shirt, Boots & leather jacket. He had switched his usual coat with a tan bomber leather jacket, it brought out the warmth in his hair & skin, he looked hot. As you bounded towards him he held out his arms & without thought you let him draw you towards him into his embrace, you were tiny compared to him, so his hugs were all encompassing.

You looked up smiling practically squished into him, ‘hi.’

‘Hi, you ready to go?’

‘Yep’ as he released you from his hold his hand traced down your arm to grasp yours, it didn’t even occur to you not to link your fingers with him.

‘Do you wanna take the car or bike?’

‘Ooh bike, but don’t go too fast, I heard about someone once who once went flying off when they were cornering & the driver didn’t even notice until they arrived.’

As you walked towards the garage Bucky explained to you each reason why that was total bullshit but still promised to stick to just below the speed limit. He couldn’t help but kiss the tip of your nose with your squished-up face from the helmet he secured under your chin, you just looked too adorable not to, he reasoned to himself that he would probably do that when you were his friend so now was fine. Little did he know there was a certain red headed former assassin watching your every move getting more & more intrigued by the minute at what she was seeing.

You clung on to him for dear life once you were on the bike, you could tell how painfully slow he was taking it for you which made you feel bad for how tightly you held him, it wouldn’t shock you if you had bruised his ribs by the time you arrived. 

Going to the movie theatre at night when it was quiet was one of your favourite activities, you’d usually have the whole place to yourself, tonight you weren’t so lucky, whilst there wasn’t a big crowd there were definitely some noticeable stares. You felt bad knowing Bucky wasn’t keen on attention, so you decided to divide & conquer, he was tasked with gathering the snacks & you were getting the tickets ... on Tony.

You doubled over laughing at the sight of Bucky clutching to what can only be described as a mountain of food in his arms, his giddy face you decided was your favourite, he looked so childlike & sweet.

‘I didn’t know what you wanted so …’

‘You got one of everything?’

‘Pretty much, I’ll eat whatever you don’t, trust me.’ He looked bashful like you were about to tell him off for getting so much, Bucky Barnes was adorable & you adored him, seriously why didn’t people see him how you did?

Somehow you managed to get to your seats without dropping any food & thankfully the seats next to you were free to store the goods, you chose some candy, cookies & popcorn, Bucky could deal with the pizza, hot dogs, burgers & ice cream but insisted you share some popcorn. You were quite early for the screening time, so you had time to chat & eat before the lights went down, as the previews began you lifted the arm rest separating you from Bucky, if you were sharing popcorn it was just easier to be closer, nothing to do with wanting to be close with the hunk next to you, of course. 

Bucky’s arm made it’s way around you as you tucked yourself into his side, as he stroked your arm absentmindedly he could feel the goose bumps his touch created along with your breath hitching & eyes closing, he leaned down placing his lips next to your ear & whispered to you in his deep voice.

‘Are you cold doll?’ his lips were brushing the shell of your ear & you couldn’t help but shiver, why was Bucky suddenly turning you on when you hadn’t ever thought of him as more than a friend? He caught the way you shifted on your seat & felt himself growing at the sight, he loved how responsive you were being to the subtlest of touches, he wondered where these thoughts were coming from & what you’d be like filled full of him. Before all the blood in his brain travelled south & he did something stupid he sat forward pulling off his jacket draping it over you, as he leaned back he placed his arm around you manoeuvring you to his side with a kiss to your temple. He thanked whichever god invented the reclining seats right there & then as you wrapped your arm around his side & nested your head in the crook of his neck.

The movie was hard to pay attention to, the warmth & safety of Bucky relaxed you entirely & your brain was in a fuzz, you weren’t even going to acknowledge how horny you were, thankfully with the decibel level of the theatre you managed to stay awake, why do they insist on it being so loud? Bucky had noticed how quiet you were throughout the film, you usually commented on all the inaccuracies or guessed the plot, getting it wrong in the most ridiculous fashions, the amount of westerns that were about to be invaded by aliens in your head was concerning.

When the lights went up he wanted to kiss you, really kiss you, your half open eyes & dramatic pout that they dare turn on the lights & declarations that you were blind stirred something in him, he wanted you, he wanted this. For real. It hit him, he knew he had been enjoying the closeness & making you squirm but filed it away as not being with anyone in so long but having the overwhelming urge to sniper out every light bulb in the theatre just so that you wouldn’t strain your eyes made him realise it ran a bit deeper than that. 

Why it only took a week to realise he didn’t know, he had firmly placed you in the friend category a long time ago, yes you were gorgeous, but you were an even more gorgeous friend to him. He had seen you in your bikini & not felt a thing more times than he could count, but now thinking about it got him hard, he covered your eyes with both his hands telling you it was to stop the light blinding you, but he would be mortified if you saw how hard one thought of you got him. He looked at you giggling whilst his hands dwarfed your face, how could he have been so blind?

It had been a quiet morning in the tower, you had faced a barrage of questions from Natasha that proved your suspicions that she had been spying on you as had Clint in the vents apparently, creepy. Although you were glad to be proven right & that someone was laughing at you when you walked into a door when you weren't looking where you were going. It was totally worth it though having been immediately scooped up into a solid set of Super Solider arms & you sore head kissed better, you wanted to lie & say your lips hurt, you saw him looking at them. Maybe you banged your head harder than you thought if you even for a second thought Bucky would kiss you properly, he would have probably made you go to the infirmary instead of taking the hint.

Once you made it to your lab you were busy reprogramming one of Tony’s suits to bring you your morning coffee, giving him a name felt less servant-y & yes, it would be creepy in your apartment but there were many closets in the tower where Gerald your new coffee friend could live. You felt your phone buzz & tried to calm down your giddiness when you saw the name on your screen.

Bucky knew you were working so understood you not being able to messaging him back immediately, he kept trying to stop himself going down to the lab & hanging out with you when you were busy but he really wanted to, you would let him too even if he was a complete distraction. He was lost in a daydream when he heard your footsteps outside his door, they were delicate & bouncy, solely yours then you gently knocked. He should have been embarrassed at how quickly he opened the door, the hinges were practically ripped off & you were stood there with a beaming smile just for him. 

You launched yourself into his arms, jumping up so he would catch you as you wrapped yourself around his neck, it felt weird being so high up but you were the hugger & he was the hugee so you needed to be taller, his face was buried in your hair & he inhaled the comforting scent that was so intrinsically you. 

Even though you didn't want to tell him you knew he needed to hear it from you with a reassurance that you didn't feel that way so you reluctantly whispered ‘A red flag is a personality or behaviour trait that would make that person a bad partner, don’t listen to what they say Bucky Bear. They don’t know you like I do.’ You held his beautiful face in your hands & made sure to look him in his eyes before pulling him towards you & giving him a big kiss on his cheek.

‘I thought you were in the lab?’

‘I can’t be making coffee robots when my big bear is sad, no way, not the kind of girl I am.’ You shook your head as you said it.

‘Coffee Robot?’ you were still being held up by Bucky like it was a totally normal occurrence, it certainly felt it as he took each of your ankles & wrapped them around him. The minute you jumped at him he was turned on with thoughts of slamming you against the wall & pushing himself into you, so your legs dangling down swinging about as he held you kept catching on his growing cock, you hadn't noticed you just looked at him questioning your insane invention with your gorgeous doe eyes whilst he manoeuvred you limbs like the good girl you were.

‘Yeah, a robot who brings you a coffee anywhere you want at the touch of a button. Come on, I’m taking you on an ice cream date, Tony’s set up our personal supply. I have the code & then I’ll tell you all about Gerald.’

‘Gerald?’

‘Yeah Gerald my coffee robot. He can be our coffee robot, I’ll put the app on your phone too.’

As he walked with you towards the kitchen wrapped around him like a little koala he suddenly didn’t care what was written about him, yeah the red flag thing once explained probably was true but when he had the personification of sunshine willing to eat ice cream & talk coffee robots & creepy spying friends he knew you didn’t think he was one & that’s all that mattered. 

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A/N – I kind of want the reader to think of Bucky as sweet & innocent when it comes to dating & sex, she doesn’t know the horny beast she will bring out in him until it’s unleashed on her which gives him free rein to flirt up a storm & make her flustered with her being clueless for what she’s in for, also, she isn’t innocent & clueless about sex at all she just underestimates her effect on Bucky.

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[stripperblvd]

Hey umm so i have this idea for a fic and i would love to request it!! So basically, eddie (metalhead who is great at sewing) is best friends with reader (baseball player who sometimes end up with ripped clothes after practice).

But the thing is, no one knows about them being friends because they are rarely seen in the same room together. So when the hawkins squad saw eddie stitching a baseball shirt with reader by his side, the others freak out like "dude, you're friends with [reader]????"

So like yeah, just some fluff and maybe funny stuff happening.

And uhhh i hope you dont mind making it platonic only and with a gender neutral reader... (shout out to the they/thems out there <3)

Stitches and Surprises (Eddie Munson x platonic!Reader)

Warnings: None really, just pure fluffy friend!Eddie, some cursing but meh Word Count: 1.4k

Note: As per my lovely Anon, gender neutral reader.

Playing sports was something you loved doing, even if it took up a lot of your time but it simply was so exciting to you. You smile at your friends, waving goodbye to them as you walk towards your car, duffel bag at your side. You sigh as you sit, letting the car rumble for a bit before going over to your bag to grab a bottle of water. You unzip its opening, frowning as your eye catches all the dirty uniforms and sports shirts that very desperately need a wash.

You pull into your house’s driveway, kissing your parent’s hello as you head straight for the washing machine, wanting to leave your laundry load running while you eat dinner and let it dry while you take a shower. As you take out all the items out of the bag you start separating the colorful shirts, making sure no white garment get’s in the color’s load. As you finish up you whine, picking up your “86’ Hawkins Tigers” baseball shirt, frowning as you watch one of the sleeves hanging off in an awkward manner. “That’s right” you think, your mind traveling back to a couple days ago when you were in the locker room, tripping over your own feet as you tried to race out of there, accidentally grabbing your shirt as your pants and ripping one of the seams as you tried to stick your foot in it.

You leave the laundry room, sticking everything else into the washer and heading towards the kitchen. “Hey guys, is it okay if I head to Eddie’s for a bit? My shirt needs stitching.” you ask, heading into the kitchen while your parents talk, muttering something about the Johnson’s bee infestation down the street. Your mom's head perks up a bit, letting you know her attention is on you, “Sure, let me pack you your dinner, bring the rest to Wayne.” she says, quickly getting a small tupperware for you, and a medium sized tin to stick in the rest of the large meal. “ You know back in my day, the kids sewed their own stuff up.” you dad laughs, jabbing at your very real inability to do so. “Yeah well in this case, this child has a perfectly helpful raging metal head as a friend, who just so happens to sew his own patches onto his jackets.” you sass right back, thanking your mom for the food. Your dad laughs as you pick both your meal and the one for the Munsons, placing your folded shirt on top, “Okay kiddo, whatever you say.”

-

Your car rumbles quietly as you see the trailer park ahead, pulling into the rows of small homes, careful not to run anything over. You stop near Eddie’s trailer, parking and turning your car off as you grab the food and your shirt. You walk towards the entrance, knocking slightly, seeing that Eddie is home given his van’s location right next to the trailer. Wayne opens the door grinning as he sees you, “ Y/N! Long time no see kid, what brings you round these parts?” he asks, giving you a quick hug and stepping aside so that you can walk in, propping the door open with a wooden triangle to let some of the outside breeze in. “Oh my shirt has a freaking rip, you know how bad I am with stitching so I’m bringing it to Eds, my mom sent you some food though.” You smile, raising the tin in your hands. Your ears catch the echo of a voice, and an equally familiar bush of slightly damp dark curls emerging from the back of the trailer. “Do my ears deceive me or have we been blessed with the amazing Y/N Y/L/N” his frame dramatically jumps towards you, smiling wide as he takes you into his arms. You return his smile, wrapping your arms around him for a quick squeeze. “Keep it down boy, the neighbors will hunt me down if you wake up their baby.” Wayne scolds, scooping some of the food from the tray into his own tupperware. “Okay well that spawn has been a “baby” for the past like decade.” Eddie mocks, with a nasly almost Italian accent. Wayne only rolls his eyes, snorting, “ All right, just keep it down. I'm heading to work. See you in the morning.” he responds, giving you both a small hug before leaving with his bag and food.

Eddie turns to you, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he plops down, knowing your weird liking to sitting on the floor. “My fucking shirt man, I was rushing out of pratice like a few days ago and I accidentally stepped on it like weird. See?” you hold the flimsy item up, allowing him to see where his work was needed. He laughs, clearly amused with your clumsy nature, shaking his head as he speaks, “Alright, lemme get my stuff, you dearest friend of mine please pass me a plate of whatever your mother’s magical heads whipped up.” he shakes your shoulders, walking off while you grin, never a boring moment with Eddie Munson.

You’re chatting and munching away, Eddie finishing his food before you despite taking breaks from it to neatly stitch some thread in and out of your shirt. “No dude I’m telling you, those girls nearly ripped their coach’s head off when they lost. They literally abuse him!” you joke, Eddie barking with laughter at your over exaggeration of a game you saw when visiting your cousins in another town, not being able to believe how a group of teenage girls can rough up their coach. “You’re fucking telling me that girls that looks like freaking Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz are bullying their coach?” you grin but before you can respond with another joke, footsteps behind you catch your attention, the voices belonging to the bodies calling out to Eddie. They stop mid sentence,

Standing in Eddie’s doorway are some freshman from his club, Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair, a smaller middle school aged girl who you only recognize as the latter’s little sister and most notably, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and a girl from school, Robin Buckley. They stare at you like you're covered in bees, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. “Uh, guys. The hell are you doing here?” Eddie questions, confused as to why his friends were visiting at nearly 7 pm. You watch the boy you recognize as Dustin gulp, pushing his way into the trailer, “Uh um, you never showed, we were gonna have a movie night at Nancy’s remember? 6 pm bring snacks? He stutters, still not taking his eyes off you. “Oh shit, yeah I forgot to phone in. I got home a little later than usual, I was gonna be late. But uh, this is Y/N, Y/N -”

“Y/L/N yeah we know.” Steve chimes in, not believing his eyes. Eddie Munson, sitting with one of Hawkins’ most notable athletes, Y/N Y/L/N. “‘You guys know each other?” he asks breathly. “Oh yeah, we’ve been friends for a few years now. I was just here to have Eds stitch a rip in my tee.” You smile, still slightly creeped out with how many new eyes are just blatantly staring into you. “Oh. Oh cool.” he steps back, relaxing a bit. Your eyes shift to Eddie’s as an awkward and very uncomfortable silence falls upon his room. Nancy smiles, “Would you like to join us for tonight? We don’t usually get to meet other friends of Eddie’s” she says, pointing outside. “Oh, yeah sure, sounds fun, if that's okay with everyone.” you glance around, laughing slightly as you get a string of ‘Oh yeah’s, and ‘Totally’s. You grin back at the girl, “Cool.” you watch as Nancy ushers the group away, a very noticeable conversation starting the second they step outside.

“Boom.” Eddie chimes, holding your shirt up to display his newly stitched work. “Dude you’re the best.” You smile, taking your shirt from his hands. He smirks, getting up quickly and grabbing his keys. “Let's go, I'll give you a ride.” he says, making sure to turn off all electronics. You follow him outside, Nancy yelling over to follow along with her car. You both nod, climbing into Eddie’s van, clipping your belt on knowing how rowdy of a driver your friend is. You smirk, “So, hanging with King Steve now huh?” which only gets you a small shove on the shoulder, Eddie turning his radio on to play some music for the ride, “Shut up” he laughs.

Man I love me some bestie Eddie fics, thank you for requesting Anon.

7-3-22

[corrodedcoffinstan]

nothing else matters / eddie munson imagine

A/N: I can't stop thinking about Nothing Else Matters being Eddie's song with his partner so..here we are lol.

You and Eddie had been together for around 5 years now, and when Metallica announced their Wherever We May Roam tour where they were playing in Evansville, a few towns over - Eddie leapt at the chance to buy you guys tickets as an anniversary present.

You were counting down the days and just couldn’t wait. You had both booked holiday from your jobs. A few of Eddie’s friends were coming too - but separately. 

-

When the day rolled around, Eddie was full of anxiety. You had agreed to drive so he could relax and calm down on the way. You had spent hours the night before making up a cassette full of your favourite Metallica tracks. 

The whole car journey, Eddie was fidgeting, playing with his rings or hair. You eventually placed your hand on his thigh to stop it shaking up and down. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re gonna have an amazing time tonight!” You say with a grin. He smiles at you and nods, grabbing his sunglasses out of the glove compartment, placing them on and starting to dramatically sing along to your tape. 

That changes when Nothing Else Matters comes on - your song. He goes deadly silent and starts biting at his nails again. You frown, looking over at him. “What’s wrong? You good?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He just shrugs in response, causing you to groan in response, completely oblivious to why he would be feeling so anxious.

Eventually you pull into the parking lot of the venue. “So, I’ve got a load of cash on me to basically buy out the merchandise? I was thinking if they have a flag we could get it and put it up in our apartment?” You say with a smile, undoing your seatbelt and turning the engine off. 

Eddie glances at you with a grin and nods. “Sounds perfect.” He smiles and gets out of the car, pulling his jeans up, grabbing the tickets out of his jacket pocket. The two of you walk over to the merchandise stand, hand in hand.  You walk away with every t-shirt, a few patches, the flag and a couple of glasses for your apartment. You quickly run them back to the car and head over to entry.

You had standing tickets, and were able to get fairly close to the barrier - finding Eddie’s friends already camped there. As a group you took it in turns to buy the drinks until the concert begun. 

As the opening notes to Enter Sandman begun, everyone around you collectively lost their shit. You grabbed onto Eddie’s hands tightly and begun jumping up and down, headbanging and singing at the top of your lungs. Eddie is gripping your hands just as tightly, singing along loudly too. 

As a group, the guys all look after you, ensuring nobody fucks with you. You’re just so overwhelmed with the environment, you don’t even really notice just how anxious and clammy Eddie is. 

Twelve songs and little solos pass and the intro to Nothing Else Matters begins. You immediately get goosebumps, grabbing your lighter out of your pocket and joining the entire stadium with swaying them along to the music. As soon as James begins to sing, you immediately start crying - nothing beats hearing YOUR song live. After this song was released, Eddie spent weeks learning it on guitar to play for you. The two of you sung this together a lot. 

When the small guitar solo begun, Eddie stepped away from you, all of the people around you stepping back too, giving you guys space. Eddie got down on one knee, looking up at you, tears in his eyes. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asks, having to yell to get you to hear him, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. You immediately almost fall to the floor in shock, sobbing even more. “Oh my fucking God…” You yell back, nodding like crazy. “YES I will marry you!” You cry.  Eddie immediately gets up, placing the ring on your finger, pulling you in for a massive kiss. 

When you guys pull apart, the entire group around you is cheering and pouring beer on you guys in celebration. You just laugh in response, kissing Eddie again. Eddie grins against your lips, before lifting you up and pulling you up onto his shoulders.

You immediately grin and start waving your hand around for everyone around you to see, cackling as you do so. James actually notices you waving your hand around and the glint of your ring just after his solo at the end of the song. “Hey, looks like we’ve got an engagement in the crowd!” He shouts into the microphone, earning a massive roar from the entire crowd. “Congratulations guys!” He yells, throwing a pick of his and a pick from Kirk towards you. No one around you tries to lunge for it, just allowing you to grab it. You catch it and blow the band a kiss. You look down at Eddie, who can barely believe his eyes. They immediately break into For Whom the Bell Tolls, which causes you to lose your shit yet again. 

The rest of the night is a massive blur for you, you can’t believe it. You’re engaged, and to the love of your life, Eddie Munson. It happened your favourite bands’ concert and they noticed you. You’re almost in a complete and utter state of shock. 

After the concert ends, the two of you linger behind everyone, waiting for it to empty out before attempting to leave. Eddie picks you up and puts you on his back, giving you a piggyback out, sensing your legs are probably aching. His are too but you are far more important to him. 

When you reach the car, he opens the passenger door for you, letting you hop off his back and get in. He grabs a blanket from the backseat and wraps it around you before putting your seatbelt on for you. He gets into the drivers seat and puts his seatbelt on. “I love you so much.” You mumble sleepily. Eddie grins at you, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “I love you too.” He smiles.

After an hour or so, you end up back at your apartment. Eddie lets you wake up properly first before you guys head up to your apartment. He picks you up bridal style, a huge grin on his face. You have the bag of merchandise resting on top of you. Eddie unlocks the door, kicking it open and then shut behind the two of you. You throw the merchandise down on your sofa. “I can’t believe you want to marry me.” You say, running your thumb across his cheeks. Eddie can’t help but roll his eyes in response. “Don’t be silly. I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.” He smiles, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. 

[cynettic]

What about play hide and seek with Diluc, Childe, Kaeya and Zhongli with small s/o? Maybe fluffy

Summary - Playing hide and seek with Genshin characters, with the advantage of being short.

Pairings - Reader x Zhongli / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe

Warnings - None? Unless you’re still at that stage where you think kissing is gross :(

Penpal - I enjoyed this so much!!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoyed it :)

A/N - I used to be a pro at hide and seek- but that’s probably cause I was a tiny thing as a child. I can’t fit into half the things I used to fit into lol. And bro- why does my autocorrect keep changing ‘crunchy’ into ‘crunchyroll.’ Like that doesn’t even make sense- it feels like it’s making fun of me :(

Hide and Seek with a Small S/O

Diluc

When you first mentioned it he didn’t hide his confusion.

The idea of playing a game he would play when he was younger made no sense to him, not until you revealed that you just wanted to drag him out of his desk and get him to do something else. ‘Anything’ else. Diluc was known for overworking and you swore that if he continued at this rate, you’d start to see grey hair.

“Grey hair?” He’d asked one time, hand reaching to tousle his red locks. “I wasn’t aware that working caused such side effects…” he flashed you a suspicious look, not entirely convinced. “Unless this just another one of your ploys to get me out of my office…?”

“Bingo,” you replied back with a smile, tugging at his arm. “Now cmon, come play hide and seek with me.”

And who was he to say no to his adorable s/o?

So he takes you by the arm, following along as you drag him to the centre of the manor. No one except the two of you are in the residence, maids gone for vacation, Elzer having head to Monstadt to help with the deliveries.

You tell him to count to 30.

When he covers his eyes with both hands and begins the countdown, you scurry upstairs, knowing fully well that he can hear the stairs cream underneath you. But that won’t matter.

Being small as you are, you can fit into tiny places without too much effort. So you find the bathroom cabinet, opening the doors and crawling inside. Towels and hygiene products accompany you in the darkness, and you press your knees to your chest.

You can hear Diluc slowly get up the stairs.

Actually, you can hear the soft thump of his footsteps wherever he goes. His room, your room, just until he opens the bathroom door.

You’re especially quiet as he opens the shower curtains, peeking in the tub and giving the room a quick look over. Shallow breaths as he slowly walks back to the door.

But just before he leaves the washroom, he pauses, your breaths the only audible thing as he stops. You know immediately that he found you when his footsteps walked back into the washroom, stopping right at the sink cabinets.

Oh well, he isn’t the darknight hero for nothing.

————

“Y/n?”

The cabinets door open slowly, the sudden light blinding you for a moment before you could focus back on the redhead in front of you. He’s crouched down, height still giving him a good head above the sink anyway. He lowers his figure to fully face you, chuckle slipping out of his lips at the sight of you huddled against the cramped area.

Without speaking, he instead reaches his hand to tug you out of the darkness of the cabinet. Hand against the small of your back as he pushes you towards him, till you were pressed against his chest. You bury your face into his shoulder, huffing in disappointment.

“What gave it away? I was being so quiet too…”

He rubbed his thumb across the skin of your back, slowly standing up with you in one hand. “I believe I’m a much greater listener than you give me credit for.” When he stands you up on both feet, you rub your eyes, still adjusting to the light.

“Alright,” you put both hands on the sink behind you, leaning back. “Your turn then? I’ll give you thirty seconds from up here, that should be enough.”

Raising an eyebrow, he quickly shakes his head. “I’m afraid my height would give me away in a matter of seconds love.” You open your mouth to disagree, there were plenty more spots- “But I won’t be heading back to work either, I do believe my rest is long due.” He laces your hand in his, soft sigh as he encases your small palm against his. It was comforting to be able to slide his fingers into yours, small enough to make him want to shield your body from everything all together. Keep you protected in his arms as your hands clenched the fabric of his jacket. “What do you say about resting bed then, together?”

———

Kaeya

A tad confused like Diluc at the start, but less stubborn when you insist on playing it with him.

He too works a lot, and if not buried in paperwork, he’s off doing missions outside or providing help to Monstadt residents. And when he’s off work, he wants to he’s still the tavern and drink till he drops, a habit he’s put to a stop for you, but still does on the certain occasion.

So when you ask, he can’t really say no. Besides, the idea does sound fun to a degree, why not give it a go?

“Make sure to find a good spot,” he whispers into your ear as the two of you walk along the bridge. “I’m afraid I’m a terribly good seeker, you don’t want the round to end too quickly do you?”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you hummed back with a grin. “You’ll end up eating your words.”

On a side note, you scare Timmie’s pigeons away and he yells at you.

You both walk to the Whispering Woods, a suggestion made by you. Settling at the start of the trail, you tell Kaeya to give you about a minute at the very least.

“And count slow,” you clarify with accusatory eyes. “No cheating.”

With a smirk, he begins to count, facing the other way as you scurry into the forest. Being as small as you are, you could easily creep into a log or bush, or climb a tree if you really wanted. So you settled with a tree, finding the highest one with the most branches and leaves to keep you cover.

It didn’t take you long to get up.

Clawing your way while using the branches as leverage, eventually hoisted your body up into one of the tallest branches. It was only then that you let yourself relax, looking down in search of Kaeya if he’d begun searching.

He checked ‘everywhere.’

Extremely detail oriented, he knew you were small enough to hide yourself in the smallest crevices. So he looked and looked, and you could only watch from your high position in the tree, giggling at his slight frustration.

It was only when he leaned against the tree that you knew he’d found you, peering up to give you a small smile.

“Oh~? And how’d you get yourself up there-?”

———

“I know how to climb a tree,” you stated back, rolling your eyes. “Took you so long too, thought I was gonna fall asleep.”

At his pout, you began to climb down. Branches scratching your arms as you made sure you were secure with every step you took. Nothing painful, but tedious when you were being so careful not to slip and fall.

“The woods have lots of hiding spots,” Kaeya defensively stated back, eyes tracking your movements. “Do you expect me to have checked all the trees in a matter of seconds…?”

You snickered, “Yeah. You kinda are the cavalry captain yknow.” A joke of course, Kaeya was already comfortable enough around you to reveal his insecurities and let you past his confident demeanour. He knew you didn’t expect anything from him, especially not as his title in the Favonius Knights.

But before he could retort back, your leg skimmed past one of the branches, hand grip not firm enough to keep you from falling. You were airborne for a moment before your arm hit one of the branches, pushing it away from your head as you were sent tumbling to the ground.

Kaeya cursed before quickly catching you from his position under the tree, hands catching your waist and easily pulling you to his chest bridal style. Your small figure pressed up against him, head on his shoulder as you blinked past the shock.

“Ouch.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, he gently set you down to the ground, crouching to scan your form. There were various scratches, none of them bleeding along the line of your shoulder.

His big hands still held you by the shoulders, eyes trailing along the bruise on your arm from the fall. He frowned, not hiding his disdain at the newfound injury. Gently, he cradled your arm in both his hands, brushing his thumb across the red splotch that would no doubt fade into an ugly purple and blue.

“It’s fine,” you reassured to his pensive eyes. “It’s a bruise, my fault for slipping anyways.”

He seemed unconvinced, but helped pull you up when knowing he couldn’t do anything. Not here. “Alright then, let’s get you back, Barbara will be able to patch it up in no time.” You nodded, walking alongside him down the trail. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Ha- as if. If anyone needs to be carried, it’s you and your pride. I still can’t believe you took that long to find me.”

“My- and who said my pride took a hit from that?” But he played along with your jest, keeping one hand securely around your shoulder. “My my, such a caring individual you are. I might just take you up on that offer to carry me then.”

———

Childe

Bro- this guy would’ve been the one to ask ‘you.’

He probably got the idea on one of Teucer’s visits, persuading you and him to join the younger boy in a game of hide and seek. And even if it had taken the younger boy quite a bit to find both you and Childe hidden in the closet piled with clothes, it had entertained you all.

So it doesn’t come unexpected that he tugs you by the arm, gesturing to the crisp cool air of Liyue, tall imposing buildings lightened by the street lamps.

“Oh cmon Y/n, one game?”

He’d just gotten back from work, and you who’d finished your work much earlier had been waiting around for him to get back. Settling on a night walk, you weren’t surprised he proposed the idea.

“Hm? Fine, but you’re the seeker.” Your gaze slid along the buildings, small crevices and alleyways just waiting for you to sneak in. The night air coupled along with the dead silence gave you a thrill, you might actually enjoy this.

“Fine by me! I’m giving you thirty seconds.”

Scoffing, you push your shoulder against his arm. “No way, you’re give me more than that. I’m finding a good spot and I sure need more than thirty seconds in the ‘entirety’ of Liyue Port to find somewhere.”

He had no choice but to nod along, a smile forming at the idea. “I’m going to find you anyway, but sure, go and have your try at it. Let’s see how long it takes me.”

You take up the challenge, running quickly through the streets of Liyue as you attempt to find a place.

Being small, and having so many options to hide, you figured you should find someplace Childe ‘couldn’t’ get into.

Just to see the look on his face-

Luckily for you, there’s a little stretch right between buildings with a tiny cramped up space. It’s too small to call it an alleyway, but once inside it stretches up a tad bit more.

Maybe you’re claustrophobic, maybe you’re not, but you settle on going in there just for the sole purpose of mocking Childe.

By the time you’ve fully crept inside, you could only guess that he’d stopped counting. It took a while, but eventually you heard the soft sound of footsteps against gravel, crunching the rocks on its path.

When he made it to the alleyway, he peeked into the darkness, greeting you with a smirk.

“Found you.”

———

You found yourself smiling back sweetly at him, tilting your head to the side when you said, “Ah, well you do have to tag the hider you know. That’s how we played it with Teucer~” you put your hands up innocently, watching his eyes furrow in confusion. “Oh come on, you found me, tagging me should be the easy part.”

So Childe of course tried to squeeze in the little crevice, grunting when he couldn’t fit in at all. A scornful look of frustration crept onto his face as he tried and tried again to at least get his reach to you-

“I’m enjoying the view, but hurry it up would you? You told me you’d win in no time.”

He only grew more visibly frustrated at your comment, pulling out to try new tactics. He found he couldn’t reach you by hand, and when he used one of his water swords to try to drag you to him, you kicked it away.

“You’ll scratch me!”

“I’ll be careful I swear-“

Nevertheless, Childe soon grew discouraged after nothing worked. He contemplated teleporting in there with his hydro vision… but he didn’t want to know what would get squashed if he took the chance.

He summoned his water swords again, swinging them around in his hand menacingly as he stared down. “Well,” he drawled, watching it be your turn to give him a confusing stare. “If I can’t reach you by hand, guess I’ll just have to cut my way through.”

“Huh?! But these are buildings, you can’t just-“

“Oh yes I can. I most certainly can, and believe me when I say I ‘will.’” He paused to flash you a grin, teeth gleaming against the streetlights in contrast to the dark. He stared at you as if you were prey, sending a shiver up your spine as he assumed the role of predator. “Unless you get out.”

You really had no choice, not when it came to either that or destroying buildings for your sake. And even if he was joking, which you were sure he was, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Ugh, fine you cheater.”

“Who said threats weren’t allowed?”

You only stuck your tongue out at him, getting out of the little crevice. What you didn’t expect was for him to pick you up straight after, swinging you in his arms like you would a baby. He pressed a sly kiss to your cheek, content with the way you swung your legs to break free.

When he didn’t give in to your struggles, you simply laid back, groaning. “Archons… so persistent.”

He just pressed a kiss to your lips, carrying you all the way back home and successfully shutting you up.

————

Zhongli

He can join Diluc and Kaeya in the confusion. But 10x worse.

First of all, despite having lived for so long, he’s probably never even heard of it. Would grasp the concept quick, but he’s never heard it called as ‘Hide n Seek.’

But alas, if you want to play it, consider him in. He’s willing as long as it doesn’t endanger you in any way. And honestly? He could use a little fun and games once in a while, especially with you <3

Give him a rundown of the game a few times and you’re set. As per location wise, please do it at the Funeral Parlour.

And even if Hu Tao is there, she’d probably join in :)

On the occasion that she wasn’t, and you were leaning over Zhongli’s desk and staring down at the paperwork he was filling, it won’t be too hard to convince him.

“Please? It’s a small break from your work, I’ll even help you with it after!”

Zhongli scrutinized your face, quill in his hand on hold as he stayed pensive. “I… suppose.” He settled, looking around the room. “But are you sure you’ll be able to find such a spot here? It’s a rather small area.”

You only grinned back, “Trust me.”

And he did, closing his eyes and counting out loud like you asked him to. You trusted him not to cheat, hence why you kept the countdown at 30 seconds, and didn’t force his hands on his eyes.

And well… you were small, which really only meant one thing.

Closet.

But it wasn’t your typical grand closet. No, it was filled with cabinets and little slots for paper and such. Which meant that you could fit in one of the bottom cabinets of you laid down. So being careful with the closet door so that it wasn’t audible to his ears, you laid down into the darkness, closing it up.

Waiting for Zhongli to finish counting, you slowed your breathing, waiting. He walked around the room aimlessly, and it wasn’t too long till he opened the closet doors.

You again were on the bottom shelf of a walk in closet, so he would have to kneel down to even see you.

But he did something you didn’t expect.

The closet doors shut, leaving you both in darkness.

———

The wood planks brushed up against your back, scratching your shirt as you stayed utterly motionless in an act to conceal your location. But in the darkness, you couldn’t see anything and were completely at the disadvantage.

You heard the floor creak beneath you, flinching when it came closer to your spot. You froze, hoping that it was just a coincidence and that he would step out of the closet soon after.

But instead you were greeted by the sensation of lips against your own.

Mind going completely and utterly blank, it took you a second to realize that Zhongli had knelt down to press a quick kiss to your lips. He hadn’t even tried to scare you or tap you to get the deed done. Instead he had taken his careful time to fluster you.

“Zhongli,” You breathed, slowly bringing the rest of your body out of the tiny space. “How- what…”

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, only feel the sensation of his hand glide across your neck to tousle your hair affectionately. He pulled you to another kiss to stop your voice, cupping your small body into his arms and pressing you against him.

“How could I resist?” He simply answered into your ear, a low growl that tremored through your body. “Hu Tao is gone, and I haven’t gotten to kiss you in forever.”

“You could’ve just asked you dolt…”

But you pressed in against him for another kiss anyways, smiling at the way his hands came to cradle your back. How he had to lean down to press his lips against yours, position almost predatory against your body.

[n0bamak1s]

clueless - maki zenin x reader

request: “I was thinking Maki Zenin x Fem reader where y/n is really intimidated by Maki and has avoided her since they first met each other. Despite that, they both have feelings for each other and after a while Maki gets annoyed with y/n and confronts her to figure out why she keeps avoiding Maki. And then the reader accidentally confesses and says something like “how could I not feel intimidated by someone so hot!?”” - @wh0legrain

summary: it’s difficult for you to read maki’s intent when she tries to become more approachable to you, which throws of your plan of trying to avoid her at all costs. alternatively titled: maki zenin is terrible at flirting (genre: fluff, attempt at humor, idiots to lovers)

warnings: like one or two swear words, mentions of bruises/scrapes from training

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i honestly had so much fun with the dynamic between maki and reader here! i love the idea that maki would have no idea how to flirt lmao

“don’t look now, but she’s looking at you again.” panda, your current sparring partner, peered at her over your shoulder as you got into a fighting position. of course, out of curiosity you immediately turned around, and unluckily for your own ego, you made direct eye contact with maki. she seemed to have no intent of backing down from your impromptu staring contest, intense black eyes remaining on you, and had you not been so focused on trying to figure out what had caused this sudden interest in you, you’d have noticed the amused glint in her eyes.

did she really have no shame in being caught staring at you?

before giving yourself any more time to process her expression, you whipped your head back around to face panda. at least you were able to take note of the amusement on his face.

“i don’t get why she keeps glaring at me.” you huffed annoyedly, still feeling her gaze burn into the back of your head. shouldn’t she be busy sparring with inumaki? “if it’s about that one time i borrowed her uniform skirt because mine was in the wash, she should be more mad about inumaki and gojo taking it every time she’s on a mission to try it on.”

panda had a shocked expression on his face, as if to ask why the hell you knew about the boys prancing around in the girl’s skirts whenever the opportunity arose, but it was quickly wiped off to be replaced by a knowing sort of smile.

“no, i doubt that’s why.” his voice rang with the sing-songy sound of knowing something you didn’t, but you simply chose to raise an annoyed eyebrow at his annoying little game rather than question him.

even as you ran at him, fists raised defensively, you swore you could still feel a pair of sleek eyes trailing your movements. you slid to dodge panda’s swing at you, leaving a layer of dirt on the hem of your shorts. despite succeeding in avoiding sparring with maki, which admittedly sounded absolutely brutal, you felt extremely ungrateful for panda’s strength as he lifted you up by the wrist. somehow he managed to end up with you flipped onto your back, despite your best efforts to sweep his legs out from under him. if losing to a literal panda in a fight wasn’t embarrassing enough, it didn’t help that this was the moment maki had decided to suddenly start paying attention to you, a fact you became acutely aware of as she hovered over you, her figure shadowed by the sun behind you.

“you okay?” she cocked an eyebrow, extending a hand to pull you to your feet, making you suddenly conscious of how her legs were positioned on either side of you, so you laid beneath her. when you were unable to sputter out a response, she sighed softly, leaning down so she knelt with her knees resting on the dirt on either side of your thighs. a hand waves in front of your face, and makis brows furrow slightly. “did you hit your head or something because of that idiot?” she cocked a thumb at your sparring partner.

something about her sudden proximity seemed to shock you out of your distracted daze, making you push yourself up so you held yourself by palms flat on the ground. taking note of how close your face was to hers, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her lips parting slightly to show her teeth. you weren’t even sure if she was aware of the fact that she was smiling right now, or the effect she was having on your already embarrassed state as she leaned over you, her figure shadowing yours.

why was she so intent on making fun of you?

“i’m fine!” you managed to blurt out, pulling your knees close to you to escape the compromising position she’d put the both of you in.

her eyes remained playfully narrowed and her lips turned up, but as she opened her mouth to say something, you practically sprung up from the ground as if you weren’t bruised and tired from fighting, turning on your heel to go back to panda. you flashed an awkwardly apologetic smile, before shrouding yourself in panda’s shadow.

you found yourself grateful for the shadow panda cast on you, as it shielded your eyes from the sun, and the glare you knew was inevitably resting behind maki’s glasses.

the four of you remained sparring until the first glimpse of heavy gray clouds masqueraded the blistering sun. you helped panda up from where he’d laid on the ground, spotting out of the corner of your eye none other than gojo, who looked almost comical inspecting the state of the sky with his usual dopey smile while still adorning his iconic blindfold. had you not known any better, you’d say he looked like a complete idiot.

on the other hand, maki, who did know better, seemed to have no problem stating that he did, in fact, look like a complete idiot.

“so are you just gonna stand there all day, moron? or do you actually have something important to say for once.” maki crossed her arms over her chest, making her jacket taut over her muscles, catching your attention for the briefest of moments. you quickly averted your eyes back to gojo in hopes of not being caught staring as she had earlier, as if you were a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. though you couldn’t see gojos eyes, you could sense a sort of mischief from him as he smiled at you. was today just some weird holiday where people stared at you for no reason that no one had informed you about?

“you guys seem to have the sky on your side today.” gojo smiled widely as his gaze flickered between the four of you lined up in front of him. “since it seems to be about to rain, you guys can get off a little early today, just go clean up in the bathrooms if you need to.” he waved his hands at you all, in a motion that seemed to be shooing you away.

you begin to feel the beginnings of drizzling rain hitting the tip of your nose, and the top of your head, and take that as your cue to leave. letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in, you unzipped and shrugged off your hoodie, throwing it over your shoulder as you turned towards the heavy doors of the school building. you’d only gotten a couple steps closer than you’d been before you heard the familiar sound of your name, called from the less familiar source that was maki zenin.

“wait up!” she called, taking long strides to catch up to you. “if we’re cleaning up now, i’ll come with you and i can help you if you got scraped or anything.” her hand rubbed the back of her neck, and a soft smile cracked onto her lips, egging you on to respond.

you furrowed your brows slightly. she had never bothered to help you out like this before, so what made it different. “i think i’ll be fine.” you hoped your embarrassment at the idea of the situation didn’t show on your face.

“tch, it’s not like i’m planning to kill you in there or anything.” honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if she had been. “it’ll just be weird if we’re both patching ourselves up in silence when there’s clearly a more efficient way to do it.”

screw her for always being correct.

you nodded your head in agreement in a way that was comically defeated. she motioned for you to follow her, and so you trailed behind her like a lost puppy.

though you had no way to prove it, you could’ve sworn that gojo winked at you from underneath his blindfold as you passed him.

the two of you walked in silence that seemed comfortable for you, but maki seemed clearly impatient.

“i wanted to check on you and ask if you were alright.” she broke the silence, pulling off her rain stained glasses to wipe them on the edge of her shorts. “you seemed really frazzled earlier, so if you hit your head or something we can take you to shoko, i wouldn’t want you to get seriously hurt or something.”

you were somewhat surprised by her words, but feigned indifference as you smiled reassuringly. “i’m fine, was just kinda lost in my thoughts earlier. guess you kinda just caught me off guard.” you were telling the truth, so why did it feel as if you were lying straight through your teeth?

as she swung open the girls bathroom door, she gave you an incredulous look, as if she was trying to recall the events of the day that could have made you so tense. you hoisted yourself up to sit on the sink, leaning back with a sigh of relief from finally relaxing your muscles. maki grabbed the small first aid kit, positioning herself to stand between your legs,a position that was oddly reminiscent of when you’d been on the field earlier. she caught your wrist in your hand, causing you to jump slightly as her eyes scanned your forearm, riddled with some bruises from training, but nothing that really needed cleaning.

“what could i have possibly done to catch you off guard?” her words sounded concerned, but contrasted the teasing smile playing at her lips. under the fluorescent lights, you could make out the flush tinted on her cheeks from being outside all day, as if she’d been kissed by the sun herself.

suddenly you felt very shy, twiddling with your thumbs in your lap, and willing your eyes anywhere but where they’d meet maki’s. to her, your current flustered state was an amusing contrast to how you were when fighting curses, your usual confident and strong willed demeanor had been replaced with the attitude of a bashful school girl. still, you knew you’d have to be confrontational in this moment.

“please stop teasing me, maki.” you looked her dead in the eyes, wiping the amusement from her face, and swapping it with a mixture of shock and worry.

“i’m not making fun of you.” she shook her head, her already pink dusted cheeks turning more red. “what makes you think I am?”

you chucked humourlessly. “well if the glaring at me wasn’t enough, you seem to keep trying to embarrass me. if it’s because of that time i borrowed your skirt without telling you, i really am sorry, but stop trying to make fun of me.”

“when did you borrow my skirt? i always just assume it’s the boys being idiots. you can borrow my skirt anytime you want.” you wished you could be mad at her for her nonchalance. “besides, YOU’RE the one who’s always avoiding me, panda told me i should try to be more approachable, so i thought eye contact might help.” she shrugged exasperatedly, placing her hands flat on sink, resting on either side of your thighs.

“well, you don’t exactly have the most approachable face when you’re making ‘eye contact.’ you had me thinking you were plotting my downfall in your head or something.” she stifled a laugh at your overdramatization. “it was totally intimidating.”

“oh?” her smile was dopey, one that only you would be flustered by. “does that mean i make you nervous?” her voice was hushed as she tilted her head downwards toward you, looking satisfied with herself.

“well you’re gonna make anyone nervous if you’re sending them death glares one second and offering to clean their wounds the next.”

her only response was a laugh as she buried her face in her hands. it wasn’t a mean laugh, not one directed at you, more so just her laughing at what idiots the both of you were being.

“you really thought i hated you?” her words were spaced apart by involuntary giggles, her mouth was stretched into a wide grin, almost like one from gojo. “man, i thought i was so obvious!” she turned to hoist herself next to you on the sink, leaning her head on your shoulder as her whole body shook from laughter.

you said nothing in response, just processing if this moment was real. you’d hardly seen maki smile before today, let alone laugh.

“you mean to tell me you’ve spent all this time avoiding me because you thought i hated you?” admittedly, when she repeated it back to you after her outburst of laughter, it did sound rather ridiculous. but to be fair, she should’ve considered the possibility before her sorry attempt to be more approachable.

“it’s not my fault you scare the crap out of me, i mean, how could i not be intimidated by someone so hot!” your mouth moves faster than your brain, and she lifts her head from your shoulder, making you hyper aware of both your words and your sudden proximity to her face.

shit.

your eyes are wide as saucers as you stare at her, convinced that, like a dinosaur, if you don’t move, she won’t even notice you’re there. much to your dread, she smiles yet again (seriously, today alone make up a solid 90% of the times you’d ever seen her smile.)

“you’re such a dumbass, you know?” you can hear the laughter threatening to bubble up in her voice. you wish you could come up with a clever comeback, but you just stared back, moth gaping like a fish out of water. “the reason i was asking panda for advice was because i like you. in hindsight, i suppose he’s probably not the most reliable when it comes to relationship advice.”

“all you really got out of following his advice was making a fool out of me.” you looked down at your feet. “but i guess i kind of did that myself anyways.”

“don’t beat yourself up about it. it’s cute.” she leaned forward so she was in your peripheral, willing you to look at her. “plus if you weren’t such an idiot, i’d have to keep sending you ‘death glares’, as you like to call them, to get your attention.” she chuckled, and you lifted your hand to shove her playfully, before she caught your wrist effortlessly, tugging slightly so you could feel her breath fan on your face.

once again, your mouth moved before you had time to think. “maki...can i kiss you?” you’d taken note of how her eyes darted between your eyes and your lips.

it was her turn to be bashful now. she nodded slowly, her eyes half lidded, as she dared to close the small amount of distance between the both of you. without second thought, you press your lips to hers tenderly, letting your arms loop around her neck, hands meeting between her shoulder blades. her eyelashes tickle your face as they flutter closed, with her hands balancing her, palms flat on the sink counter. the pitter pattering sound of rain from outside echoed in you ears.

the kiss is messy and awkward, but in that moment, you felt on top of the world, smiling into it without a care in the world as your fingers played with the ends of her ponytail. you break away reluctantly for air, taking in the dopey smile on her face, and the way her hands reached to grab yours to hold in her own, rubbing small circles in the back of your hand with her calloused thumb. her breathing is soft and steady, clearly still readjusting after your kiss. wordlessly, she leans forward to rest her head on your shoulder, so you can feel her breath hit the crook of your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“thank god you’re such an idiot.”

[fluffy-little-demon]

I Think I'm Gonna Keep You Bo Sinclair x Reader

I made this post and decided I'm gonna try and do one of them myself.

Pairings: Platonic Dean Winchester x Reader Eventual Bo Sinclair x Reader

Summary: The reader is on a hunt with Dean and after Baby breaks down they end up in Ambrose. When Bo sees the reader he decides to keep her instead of killing her.

Warnings: Typical cannon darkness, Bo, kidnapping, two swear words.

For those who haven't seen Supernatural Dean drives a Black 1967 Chevy Impala named Baby.

Not proof read sorry for any mistakes

You and Dean had heard people were going missing while on road trips. Most of them camping in nearby woods never to be seen again, you thought it might be a Wendigo doing the killings luring them with its human-like vocal cords. The pair of you decided to camp out in the woods where the latest group of teenagers had gone missing. Neither of you could hear any strange sounds or cries for help from the beast trying to lure you into the woods, it was peacefully quiet despite the occasional sounds of woodland creatures.

The next morning was brought to you by hearing Dean curse to himself followed by the slamming of a hood. You got up out of the tent and walked over to him "everything alright?" Dean turned to look at you "Baby is refusing to start, I think there's something wrong with the engine." 

"Do you wanna take a walk? There has to be a town around here somewhere." 

Dean sighed in frustration not wanting to leave his car behind "yeah, ok let's go look." 

After a couple minutes you're hit with a nauseousating smell "oh my god what the fuck is that." You say trying to cover your nose with your jacket. comes across a pit filled with dead animals "that makes sense." 

A few moments later a beat up truck comes into the pit. A man gets out to dispose of the animal bodies laying in the back. 

"Excuse me, hello." Dean says, waving his hand. The roadkill man stops for a second before replying "hi, can I help y'all?" 

"I hope so, me and my friend were wondering if there is a gas station around here anywhere? My car's engine won't start."

"There's a station up in Ambrose. Bo owns it, might be able to help ya." 

A wide smile appeared on your face "how far is it?" 

"bout 15 miles up the road, I can give ya a lift if ya like?" 

"Really, that would be amazing, thank you." 

All three of you climb into the truck "I'm Y/N by the way and this is Dean." 

"Nice to meet you, names Lester."

You arrive in the town of Ambrose Lester tells you where the station is, both you and Dean say thank you and walk away. 

"It's so quiet, it's kinda creepy." "Yeah It's like a ghost town." 

Once you're at the station you see a man working on a truck, knocking on the door as you enter the guy turns around with a polite smile "hi there, can I help you with anything?" 

"Hi, sorry to bother you, we're looking for a man named Bo. We were told he could help with our car." 

"You've found him. What's the problem with your car?" Cleaning his hands on a rag lying on the table behind him.

"The engine won't start, which is strange since it was working perfectly fine yesterday." Dean said from behind you

"I can take a look if you tell me where it is." 

"Yeah um it's about 15 miles down the road in that little open patch in the trees." Dean replied pointing out the window in the direction you had just walked

"Feel free to walk around the town while I go fetch your car." 

Heading out the station you notice the house of wax. Pointing at it "Hey Dean, that wax museum looks interesting. Wanna go check it out?" 

"I don't know a ghost town like this, there's probably a serial killer in there or something." Looking suspiciously at the house 

You burst out laughing "you watch way too many horror movies. Come on, it'll be fun." Pulling on his arm while moving in the house's direction. Dean grunts softly trying to act annoyed but going with you anyway.

Entering the wax museum you look around fascinated by all the wax figures. "Dean, come look, these are so cool." Getting a closer look at the figures. 

Walking further into the museum you come across some paintings on the wall. You notice the name Vincent written on the bottom left corner of the painting. Dean picks up a small wax sculpture turning it over seeing the same name carved into the bottom. "This Vincent guy is quite the artist." "I think he's very talented." Looking at more of the wax figures. 

Exiting the house of wax you make your way back to the station, you see Bo working on Dean's car. "Hey, how's it going?"

Looking over at you he stands up straight "yeah it's going good." "So, is that your boyfriend you came down with?" 

"Oh" you laugh slightly "no,  me and Dean are just friends" nodding your head a little.

"I'm Y/N by the way I realized I never introduced myself earlier. Sorry bout that." 

"A cute name for a cute face." Bo winks at you. You look at the floor momentarily as your cheeks grow warm. 

Your phone rings as you turn away to answer you hear Dean's panicked voice on the over end of the line saying "we need to get the fuck outta this place right now." Your eyes grow wide as you turn back to Bo making up some excuse that you need to leave the station for a sec but you'll be right back

As you walk towards the exit you feel a hot sharp pain in the back of your head then everything goes black.

You wake up with your wrists tied to a chair, your legs bound together with duct tape. You panic slightly looking around what appears to be a basement, your head whips around as you hear the door open. Bo steps through closing and locking the door behind him. "You're awake, don't worry darlin I ain't gonna hurt you." As he comes over to you bending down a little. "Not unless I have to." Staring straight into your eyes. 

"Where's Dean?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about him, he's still alive." He grabs your chin gently but tightly "now are you gonna be a good girl and cooperate?" 

Nodding your head slowly, not breaking eye contact. A wolf-like grin appears on his face. "I think I'm gonna keep you."

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Yeah I think I'm gonna stop here because I don't know what else to write or even how to end this but I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading. 🥰💜

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[bluesfortheredj]

A new beginning. Pt 3.

Okay, so it turns out that Iron Maiden weren’t that bad… You had your headphones fixed to your head as you waited for Billy to pick you up for school after missing the last couple of songs on side one last night. He’s late, as usual, and you didn’t want to have to run into class again because of his poor time keeping, so you start to walk to the bus stop with your music to keep you company. It was a warm day and your walkman was pulling on the waistband of your shorts as you took each step, so you had to adjust it every few seconds to make sure your didn’t lose your clothing altogether. A horn blaring startles you and the walkman unclips itself from your shorts, then you have to juggle with it until it lands safely in your palms.

You turn your head to face the car and see Eddie looking very apologetically out of the window as he leans over and pops up the lock, “need a lift?” he grins.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you slide your headphones down onto your neck and you open the door and slip into the car next to him.

“What were you listening to before I cruelly interrupted?” he enquires, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as he turns his upper body to face you.

You unhook your headphones from your neck and place them over Eddie’s head, moving your fingers through his hair to push it out of the way as you do, then you press play and his face lights up at the familiar sound that floods his ears, and his eyes practically sparkle as he looks at you in sheer amazement. You stop the song and retrieve your headphones so he can begin to drive you both to school, then you shrug casually, “some guy once suggested I should give them a go…” you explain, hoping that he remembered that same conversation you’d thought of yesterday.

“Well, he sounds like a really cool person,” he grins, shuffling back around and putting the car in gear.

The two of you sit in silence the entire journey, and Eddie’s mind is definitely elsewhere as he thinks back to one of the first conversations you had.

“What’s that about?” you ask, prodding your finger against the hastily sewn on patch that adorned the sleeve of his denim jacket.

Eddie twists his head and pulls at the sleeve to see what you’re looking at, “oh, that’s for the band Iron Maiden. They’re sort of heavy rock, a little metal…” he clarifies.

“Hmm,” you hum, drawing over the lines on the patch with your fingertip.

“You might like them, they’re not too scary, you should give their album Piece of Mind a go, you can borrow my copy if you want.”

“Thanks Eddie,” you grin, dropping your hand from his arm.

He pulls up in the school parking lot yet neither of you attempt to get out of the car once the engine’s turned off, and there’s a charged energy that seems to travel between you both as you put your walkman away in your bag ready for school.

“Can I ask you a question (Y/N)?” Eddie suddenly blurts out, keeping his gaze fixed on the steering wheel.

“Sure.”

“Yesterday, in the woods… did you… feel something?”

You turn your face towards him, his fingers fiddling with the rings on his opposite hand as he continues staring at the wheel in front of him instead of at you.

“I did,” you confirm, making his head snap around to face you in shock, “Eddie, I think-”

You’re cut off by a hand slamming down on the hood of the car and the two of you turn to see Billy through the windscreen, staring you both down with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You quickly reach over to squeeze Eddie’s hand, “later,” you whisper, rapidly exiting the car.

Eddie watches as Billy hooks his arm around your shoulders and looks back at him with a smug smirk while guiding you away from the car, and he balls his fists before bringing them down on the dashboard in frustration. Why couldn’t he bring himself to intervene? Why didn’t he just get out of the car and take you away from that man? How could he watch you being lead away like that after everything you’d shared yesterday? His heart was aching for you, he was pining after these stolen moments so much that he could barely sleep last night at the thought of your body wrapped around his. Oh, how he wished he had found you before Billy did.

“Where were you this morning?” Billy enquires as you walk into school together.

“I did wait, but Eddie saw me heading towards the bus stop and kindly gave me a lift.”

“I don’t want you getting in his car again, okay?” Billy growls harshly.

You shove him away from you and take a step back, “you can’t just pick and choose when you want a girlfriend, Billy. I saw you yesterday with that woman… I’m not stupid. Don’t try and tell me what to do when you’re out sleeping with other women.”

Eddie turns the corner to just in time to see you and Billy arguing in the corridor.

“Oh!” Billy laughs, “damn, you’re so hot when you’re mad baby,” he grins, pressing his body against yours and pinning you against the wall with his hips, “you know it’s just a bit of fun. Nothing serious, not like what I have with you…”

Your brow furrows; usually his persuasive techniques would have worked on you, but you couldn’t help thinking about Eddie and how he would never do such a thing in the first place, “just fuck off Billy,” you sigh, pushing him away and escaping to your first lesson.

Eddie wants to run after you but it would be a little too obvious passing Billy like that, so he instead takes satisfaction in seeing how you’d stood up to him, and carries on down the corridor with a secret smile gracing his lips. The first of his lessons could quite literally be classed as torture in his eyes as he sits there daydreaming about lunch, then chemistry this afternoon, and getting to see your pretty face once more. He almost couldn’t believe that you felt something as well yesterday, and the fact that you were listening to Iron Maiden this morning because of what he’d said to you when you first met was completely mind blowing. His thoughts drifted to ones of the two of you together, him introducing all sorts of bands to you as you lay on his bed with your head nestled into the crook of his neck and half of your body draped over his.

“Eddie!” Mr. Michaels bellows.

“Huh?!” he gasps, snapping out of his daydream.

“See me after class.”

Eddie huffs as he looks down at his book and fiddles with his pen; seeing Michaels after class would take at least five minutes off his lunch break, which meant five less minutes to find you and see how you were after this morning.

When you enter the cafeteria you immediately scan the place for Eddie, but when you see the other Hellfire members sitting without their enigmatic leader your face falls. People rush by you, bumping into your arm as you stand there frozen to the spot for some reason, and as you turn to leave you’re suddenly face to face with Billy.

“Can’t find your boyfriend, huh?” he teases, gripping onto your upper arm and dragging you out of the hall.

Eddie misses you by mere seconds, and he can barely concentrate on what the club is discussing as his eyes dart expectantly around the cafeteria, desperate to land on your familiar face.

“She’s not here,” Dustin sighs, seeing that the dungeon master wasn’t on top form today, “Billy took her somewhere just before you got here.”

“What? Where?”

He shrugs in response, “no idea.”

Eddie collects his belongings and excuses himself from the table to go look for you, and when he gets outside he sees Billy’s car speeding off out of the school gates with only him inside. His gaze falls across the perimeter of the school to see if he could see you, then he runs towards the woods, hoping that you’d be in that special place he’d shown you. He picks his pace up into a run and when he arrives at the top of the hill that lead down to the bench, he spots your figure sitting down already, your back hunched over as you lay your head on your folded arms on the table. You sit upright in shock as you hear the leaves behind you crunching with footsteps, but you quickly relax when you turn to see Eddie walking towards you, and you’re up off of the bench within seconds to run over to him and throw your arms around his body. You launch yourself at him with so much force that it almost knocks him off of his feet, and he drops his bag as soon as you make contact with him so he can grab onto you as tightly as humanly possible.

“Please don’t ever let me go,” you mutter against his shirt.

“As if I’d do a stupid thing like that,” he reassures.

@catherinnn

[pascalpanic]

Lovely Josie! Can I request a Frankie piece? Where reader is part of the friend group and really into Frankie. She knows he's also into her but just typical insecure Frankie. So she flirts with him and tries to seduce him every chance she gets until one day she's had enough and really goes for it. And if course Frankie likes it 😇 Merci!

Spicy-Sweet (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)

summary: ^^

W/C: 4.3K

Warnings: lots of talk of alcohol, food, god Frankie’s an idiot but a cute one, so much pining and flirting, implied age gap and Frankie’s insecure over it, Frankie has a brief and mild anxiety attack but is comforted

A/N: this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Bucky- that was what the men called you. When you’d first joined the group of men, it’d been as Pope’s friend, a shock to all of them; you weren’t sleeping together, weren’t sneaking around. Just friends. That threw them for a loop. You were always at his side, his right-hand wing-woman. Frankie had been a little put off at first that he’d been replaced, but he grew to like you just as much as the other men. That’s how you’d earned Bucky: Cap’s sidekick, Pope’s sidekick.

When you finally bonded with the rest of them, became friends with them, you were less Pope’s sidekick and more yourself. You grew to love the men for different things. Benny was always there to cheer you up, full of bad jokes and energy. He’d take you out when a date stood you up, buy you a beer on your shittiest days. Will Miller was a shoulder to cry on. He was smart, strong, emotionally intelligent. Wise beyond his years, Ironhead always had the best advice for you. Pope was the partier, and was the one who got things done. Organizing plans was his forte. He loved getting the group together to hang out, and was the only one who could rally the group.

Frankie was all of that and more. Everything. Frankie had caught your eye the moment Pope introduced you to the men. Frankie was the quietest, even quieter than Will. He never enjoyed the spotlight, especially when you were new, but he loved making his friends laugh. He was comforting and helpful, lending you a jacket or helping you with a manual labor task you couldn’t quite get.

Frankie is the one you have a crush on. All of the men have their attributes, and you have to admit that any of them would make a good boyfriend and surely a good lover, but they are and always have been brotherly first. Frankie was something different. You wanted to stay in his arms forever, wanted to kiss the bald patch on his jaw and steal his Hawaiian shirts. You tease him endlessly to hide your feelings, though never in a mean way at all. Always soft and joking, always reciprocated by the teddy bear of a man.

You were the same to him; the first time he saw you, he thought he wanted to marry you someday. He loves your laugh and your humor, loves the way you nudge his side and even though it’s a little painful, wants you to do it again just so he can feel your body touching his. He loves how you can hold court over the men with your stories, can get them to agree on the most divisive of issues. He’d even proposed once that you become Cap, not Bucky. You were clearly a leader. But Santiago brushed it off by saying that Bucky was getting his own show now, so he’s just fine, and besides pendejo, you can’t change a nickname once it's been given.

Emotionally constipated Frankie is just fine to sit to the sidelines. If he has one principle with love and friends, it’s that he’d rather have you as a friend than not have you at all. That’s why he doesn’t necessarily openly flirt with you, why he suppresses his feelings until it’s late at night and he’s alone and can daydream about your pretty face and tight jeans and the crinkle of your nose when you smile.

You’re different. You wear that green shirt you know Frankie always ogles you in when it’s a night out. You buy him a drink or two. You insist he dance with you, take him on errands with you on a Saturday morning. You can read the man; you’re pretty damn sure he likes you too, but you don’t want to ruin it. Rushing him is the last thing on your mind.

-

As you wander through the farmer’s market on a spring Sunday morning, you shiver as the breeze rushes past your bare arms. Frankie doesn’t notice; he’s too busy admiring a booth selling hot honey. You can’t help but laugh as he delightedly samples a spoon of the syrupy-sweet-spicy product, and turns to you with wide eyes. “Bucky, you gotta try this,” he insists, handing you a sample spoon.

Nodding, you give in and taste it. The flavor on your tongue reminds you of Frankie if he were a flavor: a little spicy, but more of a warm feeling. Infinitely sticky-sweet, floral and tasting of sunshine. There’s heat, just a little, enough to awaken your tastebuds and mingle with the honey perfectly. “That’s good shit. How much is it?” You ask the vendor.

A few minutes later, you walk away with two bottles. You hand one to Frankie. “Here. This is for you,” you tell him with an earnest smile.

Frankie’s brows slide together beneath the brim of his favorite ball cap. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you shrug and pat his cheek, your path curving to the right as you approach a bakery stall.

The morning is sunny and just slightly cold, making you shiver every so often. Sweet Frankie walks dutifully at your side like the dogs and their owners similarly strolling the tent-lined sidewalk. His eyes light up as he sees breads and flowers, homemade jerky and beautiful jewelry. The variety is exciting, and you often hear Frankie shouting for you from a new booth.

While you admire the jewelry made of local stones, something warm and soft covers your shoulders. You look down to find that it’s Frankie’s suede brown jacket. “You looked cold,” he tells you and turns a little pink before patting your shoulder and wandering off.

At the end of the day, you have a full reusable bag, brimming with goodies: a small bright bouquet, two loaves of bread, cookies, fresh berries, and a bottle of hot honey. Frankie’s is similarly stuffed, though it’s with much more unhealthy choices. The two of you sit on a grassy hill, munching on a pack of thumbprint cookies Frankie purchased.

The morning sun is just starting to warm up, but the jacket you’re now wearing is cozy. You lean your head on Frankie’s shoulder as the two of you rest there without words, lost in your own thoughts.

God, he’s so cute. So sweet. A little stupid. Just how I like them. Is my flirting not obvious enough to him? You wonder internally.

Frankie’s thoughts are similar but different. She’s so sweet. She’s so nice to me. I wonder if she’d ever like me like that.

-

Partying is Pope’s favorite pastime. The man enjoys getting shitfaced and taking a similarly drunk date home. Lord knows what they do; you’re glad you don’t. That leaves you and the Millers and Frankie. You and Benny dance and sing karaoke, twirling and shouting the lyrics to the song blasting in the bar. Frankie and Will sit on the sidelines.

That’s exactly where tonight has found you. A surprisingly sober Pope has gone home with a pretty girl he flirted with briefly before she tugged him by the jacket sleeve. He shot a look of excitement at the four of you before leaving.

Now, Benny requested his favorite song through the pay-per-tune machine in the corner. You’d squealed and dragged him out, dancing with him on the wooden floor the bar provides. Frankie can’t help but think the two of you would make a good couple. The two of you are full of sarcasm and energy at most times, around the same age. Frankie’s a bit older, and he can’t help but think that it would be weird for you, that it would prevent him from liking you. If only he knew.

Benny does, actually. He’s annoyed that your group doesn’t give him enough credit for his smarts. He might be mostly muscle, but he’s packing brains too. He’s great at observing social interactions, and he can especially tell that there’s something between the two of you. He’s learned his best friend like he knows how to drive or what his own phone number is. Benny knows Frankie, and he knows he won’t make the first move for fear of upsetting you. That’s why he’s taken it upon himself to be your blonde, blue eyed Cupid and queued up Frankie’s favorite song next.

You know it’s his favorite song. Of course you do. When it comes on, you turn to the bar with wide eyes and wave to catch Frankie’s attention, then wave him over. Benny says something or another and wanders off. It takes some nonverbal persuading, some pleading eyes and pouting to the man, but Frankie eventually adjusts his jeans and gets up, leaving that suede jacket behind on his barstool.

“It’s your song!” you exclaim as you throw your arms around him, starting to dance along with him. He moves back with you, though nowhere near as fluid or free.

He shakes his head but smiles, and you flick the brim of his cap. “Oh come on, you love this song. Don’t be such a dope,” you tease and grab his hips, forcing him to move them a little more than the stiff motions he’s making.

“I am a dope,” he mumbles and you roll your eyes, moving in a way that invites Frankie to move back against it. It’s a two-person dance, and you’re starting to get him moving.

Chuckling, you look up at him. “You ever seen Footloose?” you ask him.

He blows a raspberry into the air, laughing. “Of course I have. It’s my favorite movie.”

“Then how come you can’t dance?” You tease.

Frankie makes a noise of mock-injury, clutching his chest. “Damn, Bucky. Right in the heart.”

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. “I was going to say that you remind me of Willard. I guess that’s fitting though. You can’t dance.”

His scent is the only thing you can think about, the way his cologne is spicy and sweet on his flushed skin, warm from having you in such close proximity. “Does that make Pope Ren?”

“And it makes me whatever the girl who dates Willard is named,” you shamelessly flirt, swaying him to the side as the song changes in keys.

If there was anything in Frankie’s mouth right now, he’d be choking. Maybe it’s just because you’re dancing together, he rationalizes. Maybe it’s just because you wouldn’t want to date Pope. It can’t be because you like him. That’s not even a thought that crosses his mind. “Ha. Sure,” he shakes his head, taking off his cap and teasingly placing it backwards on your head.

It’s loose on your head, and you laugh as you look up at him. Frankie has that feeling again in his gut: he’s going to marry you someday. It can’t be the alcohol, not in either of you. You’ve both only had a drink each. No, in this moment he realizes the depth of how bad he wants you, but he cannot comprehend that you want him too. There’s no way you could ever love a man like Francisco Morales, he tells himself. But he wants you to. He aches for you to.

The song ends and the ache only grows. Frankie is not a dancer. This is his time to retire to the barstool. “Well, thank you for holding my hat,” he teases you and steals it back, putting it on himself and patting your side before wandering back to his spot next to Will.

You frown, but then Benny finds you again and the energy returns somewhat. You long to feel Frankie’s arms around you again, to dance with him and whisper jokes next to his ear so that you can feel the way his laugh buzzes in his chest. You consider buying another play of Frankie’s song later, but that would be suspicious. You’ll have to find another way, but you have to do it soon; you’re not sure how much longer you can last before you combust from not getting to kiss his soft lips, to feel his scruff beneath your fingertips as you cup his face and finally close the gap between the two of you.

-

Frankie is much too old for parties. He’d decided that even a few years ago now, that that sort of thing was best left to the young bucks who could drink endlessly and awaken with only a mild headache. How the hell Benny had talked him into attending this party, he wasn’t sure, but he knew that you’d be there and that was enough for him.

You’re not a big partier either; you can get wild, but only around your friends, usually only with Benny there to egg you on and hand you shot after shot. You don’t particularly like getting drunk, just enough alcohol to make things a bit lighter. Benny and Santiago were the ones who’d insisted you and Frankie come along to this party a mutual friend of theirs is hosting.

Of course, the boys wanted you two there but had failed to mention they were each bringing dates. When you wandered in with Benny and a girl flung herself onto him, peppering his blonde stubble with kisses, you’d quickly learned that you weren’t going to get a good night with your favorite guys. Santiago was similarly taken, a girl draped across his lap in a busy living room, each of them holding a drink. He’d given you a two-finger salute as you wandered to the kitchen, kind of annoyed.

You’d dressed a little nicer, though nothing too special, and you immediately hoped at least Frankie and Will would be around tonight to hang out with. Will’s not a big partier, though he’s a little more social than you and Frankie. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and your face falls as you read the text.

Ironhead: sorry guys. Not gonna make it out tonight.

He provides no explanation why; Will never does. You know better than to question it. Your only hope now is that Frankie doesn’t blow you off.

Frankie could never. The promise of you being at the party was enough for him to meticulously shave and spray that cologne he knows you love on his flannel, which you’ll surely ask for because you’re always cold. He’s not here yet, so you lean against the kitchen counter and crack open a hard seltzer as you look around. Bringing your drink with you, you hit the bathroom and when you return, there’s a familiar ball cap poking above the crowd, labeled with Standard Heating & Oil. Frankie.

Sneaking up behind him, you snatch the cap from his head and put it on yourself. “Hey, pilot,” you sing as he turns and his face lights up to see you. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower, leaving an indent in those curls from where the cap was.

“Goddamnit, Buck,” he laughs and tries to steal it back, but you dodge out of the way.

“Looks like it’s just us tonight, flyboy,” you sigh as you prop an elbow on his shoulder and look around, finding Benny and his girl making out on the dance floor and Santiago playing with a woman’s hair on the couch.

Frankie has to admit he’s okay with that. “They didn’t tell me they’d be bringing dates,” you grumble. Frankie holds back a chuckle. This was most definitely planned, Wingman Benny embracing his role in forcing the two of you together. Frankie couldn’t say he was too upset about it, in all honesty. “Come on, let’s get you a drink,” you shake your head and grab Frankie by the bicep, trying not to shiver at how muscular his arms are.

In the kitchen, you toy with the hem of his shirt as he mixes himself an old fashioned from the vast cocktail bar. “I love this one,” you murmur absentmindedly, admiring the worn fabric and the ripping seams at the hem. It’s so perfectly Frankie: an old black Fleetwood Mac shirt, nearly falling apart. There are holes in the hems and under the left armpit but it always smells sweet and spicy, just like him, and feels like a security blanket. “Looks good on you.”

“Looks like a piece of shit. I need to just throw it out, but I can’t bring myself to,” he chuckles as he finally takes a sip of his drink. He knows the reason he can’t: you love it too much.

“Good,” you nod and set down your hard seltzer, making yourself a drink.

“What you got there?” he asks as he watches you stir up a concoction.

“Essentially the same as you. Old fashioned but with Fireball instead of regular whiskey.”

“You seem to like the spicy-sweet thing, don’t you?” he teases.

God, if only he knew. “Spicy-sweet, just like someone else I know,” you tease him and nudge your shoulder with his. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

Frankie’s heart does several backflips in a row, complete with a roundoff and a cartwheel. He’d earn the gold in the Olympics, the way his heart tumbles and turns in his chest. “Ha,” he laughs dryly, looking down at his own drink, swishing it and watching the ultra-sweet cherry spin through the dark liquid.

The music gets louder from the other room as you and Frankie drink in silence, both of you leaning against the kitchen counter as the amount of alcohol per cup steadily decreases. “I’m gonna go see if I can find Pope,” Frankie finally speaks over the loudening noise, nodding to the living room where everyone is clustered.

“Sure,��� you call back, even though he’s just a few feet from you.

It’s practically a maze, trying to find his way through the people. They’re all moving and bouncing, the sound overwhelming him. It’s like a goddamn mosh pit, he thinks, or how it must feel to be buried inside one. How did this party become something like this, and why the hell is he here? Frankie wanders through, getting turned around as the group moves and sways.

His breathing gets heavier, and suddenly Frankie feels suffocated. His primary objective no longer is finding Pope, it’s getting the fuck out of here before this herd stampedes him to death. He feels pathetic and small, like a single fish in a giant school wandering through an abysmally deep sea.

When the tide loosens its hold, when Frankie sees a path, he takes it out. He’s not sure how long he was trapped in there- 20 seconds, a minute, five minutes, but he’s overwhelmed and his head is spinning, his drink somehow gone and lost in the shuffle.

You see him stumble out, looking terrified, and rush over. “Hey, hey, Frankie,” you murmur as you grab his forearms. “Are you okay? Did you find Pope?” You ask, your thumbs tracing over his pulsing veins.

He shakes his head, and you take it as a no for both. “Okay, come on, did you drive here? Is your truck out there?”

He nods and grabs his keys, putting them in your hand. “Alright, pilot, come on. Let’s get you out of here.” You stick the hat back on his head and hope it could maybe bring a sense of normalcy back to him.

Frankie’s head feels like radio static as you bring him to the truck, unlocking it and sliding in first across the bench seat. He follows in after you and closes the door, and he turns the air conditioning on full-blast, feeling desperately hot.

“Hey, hey. Talk to me,” you beg of him, cupping the side of his face with one hand. You shiver under the quick breeze of the vents, the cold air immediately filling the cab of his truck. “What happened?” You ask, just above a whisper, fingers tracing the stubble of his jaw.

His eyes are getting more normal, less panicked and more sane. He must’ve had some kind of anxiety or PTSD moment in the crowd. “Just… thought I was gonna get crushed,” he murmurs, not looking at you.

“Frankie. Let’s breathe together, okay? Look at me.” His eyes find yours and you smile. “Good. Follow me.”

You ground him nearly instantly, your chilled skin under his hands as he grips your upper arms, your soft lips parting to breathe in and out. The flutter of your eyelashes when you close those beautiful eyes, the one that have such a distinct unique color. He would kiss you right now if he had the courage.

He breathes along with you and is calm enough by the second breath to think rationally again. The wave has passed, leaving his body feeling tired and limp. “I-I’m good,” he assures you, tracing his fingers across your skin. “Bucky, you’re freezing.”

“Frankie,” you give a sad chuckle. “I’m supposed to be calming you, and-“

“I’m super hot, please, take this,” he says as he shucks his flannel and hands it to you. “It would help me,” he says simply, enjoying the way the air conditioning more directly contacts his skin without it on.

“Well, okay,” you laugh and slip it on, breathing in the warm scent that is Frankie and sighing contentedly. “See? I love the sweet and spicy thing, like your cologne.”

He shakes his head and looks away. “Oh, stop. You don’t mean that.”

You frown at him. “Frankie. You’re thinking straight again, right?”

He nods.

“Then how aren’t you processing how in love with you I am?” You ask with a soft laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. “I flirt with you endlessly, and it feels like you never pick up on it. So now I’m just going to say it: I like you, Frankie.”

Biting his lip, Frankie looks down at you with slight confusion. “Really?”

You laugh incredulously, burying your face in his neck. “Yes, Frankie, really. I like you a lot. I have since the moment I met you. And I’d like to think you like me too.”

There’s a beat of silence and he nods, taking one of your hands in his and lacing the fingers together. “I really like you too. I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met, Buck,” he admits, wide brown eyes looking down at you with all of the love in his massive heart. “I just… didn’t want to assume anything. You’re so good to me, but you’re so good to the other guys too.”

“Do I buy the other men bottles of hot honey? Have I ever brought a date around like the other guys do?” You ask, lovingly and hoping he sees your point. “I’ve been pining for you for so long, Morales. I just want you to get it through your thick skull that I care for you and I’ve been in love with you for quite a while.”

“I feel stupid,” he mumbles, ears turning pink at the tips. “It was pretty obvious. You’re right.”

“Hey, you’re not stupid,” you assure him and squeeze his fingers. “I personally think it’s fucking adorable that you didn’t want to assume that. I like that, that you didn’t want to do anything first without knowing the same about you. I like all of you, Frankie, from that scruffy beard to these cozy flannels you always let me borrow.”

His heart melts in his chest, reducing him to a puddle. “Then I guess I should ask if you’d be my girl.”

His girl? If you thought he couldn’t get any cuter, you were wrong. You can’t hold back any longer and you swing your leg across his lap, straddling him in the bench seat of his truck. “Can I kiss you, Frankie?” You ask, gently removing his cap and setting it aside.

“God, yes please,” he practically whines as he cups your face in both of his big hands, kissing you deeply and breathing out heavily through his nose.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt, Frankie’s body pressed to yours as your lips meet. You both taste that perfect spicy-sweet flavor, the way that’s so Frankie in your head. This might be the sweetest and softest man alive, you think to yourself, and goddamn, you’re lucky, Bucky.

His body radiates the heat of his love and stress and everything, completely melting into yours. You’re never going to stop doing this now that you’ve started. You’re never going a day without holding Frankie like this.

Your legs are firmly planted on either side of him, and Frankie moves his hands to grip your waist and pull you in closer. Shivering at the way he practically manhandles you, you moan into his lips, murmuring his name breathlessly. It’s like the most perfect melody, the way you say it. He mumbles your name back, your real name. Not Bucky.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you press yourself tight against him, running one hand through the soft curls at the nape of his neck. He tastes like heaven, just as perfect as you’ve dreamed about for as long as you’ve known him. When you break away, you smile softly, admiring the way he’s panting beneath you. His head is tilted back to look at you on top of him, his eyes glazed over and cheeks warmed with pounding blood. You gulp and trace the side of his face with feather-light fingertips, admiring his beauty. “God, Francisco,” you murmur. “Why didn’t I do this sooner?”

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Taking the milkshake glasses off the counter and making sure the space was throughly wiped down and sanitized, San's eyes looked up when the familiar midnight blue Nissan sedan, whose model he'd never given a damn to memorize, parked in front of the restaurant, signaling the arrival of the person working the closing shift that day. His heart practically somersaulted when he caught glimpse of the soft, silky [insert color] hair stepping out of the vehicle, the owner such pretty hair owning an equally beautiful face. While his heart pounded, his stomach turned sick when he saw the driver come out as well, going over to where she was, whispering a goodbye in her ear. To anyone passing by, it'd look like a normal couple, a boyfriend bringing his girlfriend to work and giving her a kiss, no doubt promising to pick her up later.

But San knew better.

His eyes always caught on to the way she stepped back slightly, her arm folding across her body when his hand reached out to caress it, his fingers no doubt gripping down harshly on her skin. She didn't kiss him back, she just allowed him to place his lips momentarily on hers before patting her cheek lightly with his palm and soon going back to his vehicle and driving away. He watched her take a deep breath before she felt ready to go inside and start her shift.

"Hey Y/N!" He did his usual friendly and warm way of greeting her, his smiling eyes and dimples putting a genuine smile on her own somber countenance.

"Hi San. How's it been?" She inquired as she punched her number in.

Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed.

"Same as almost every Wednesday. Dead, boring and mostly the regulars or just travelers."

She shook her head, already mentalizing herself that it'd be another day spent cleaning what's already clean and over stocking the merchant just to pass time. She went inside the office to put on her uniform shirt and apron. San in no way ever peeked in to see her cause he was a pervert, he respected her and would never allow himself to think of any inappropriate scenarios involving her. However, he would always sneak a tiny glance every now and then for one particular reason. Tilting his head slightly so he could see through the tiny cracked door, he watched her take off her denim jacket and felt his grip tighten on the glass cup he was currently drying when he spotted some purple blotches on her bicep. He immediately looked away as he did not want to get angry in front of her. He hastily put the cup back in the shelf under the counter, throwing the rag onto the marble counter in a rather aggressive manner.

"Ok San, tell me what needs to be finished."

Coming out in full uniform and hair held up with her usual choice of a colored scrunchie, this day choosing yellow, Y/N looked at her coworker and waited for him to give her a task.

"Nothing really except wait on customers. I already stocked the fridge and pulled out the stuff needed from the freezer."

He was always doing that, doing not only his side workload but also hers, which more often than not had her pouting at him.

"So I'll just be bored to death?" She huffed.

Chuckling, San stepped closer to her, making sure to keep an elbow distance from her, knowing she tended to get apprehensive when someone came to close to her than she was comfortable with.

"Not really. There's plenty of things to amuse yourself with. Besides.......maybe now you won't hurt yourself so much from lifting heavy objects..."

His tone lowered involuntarily at that last part. He knew very well the bruises weren't cause she'd accidentally hit herself on the railings in the back because she lost her balance carrying stuff in and out of the freezer. She herself tensed up a little at his words.

"Oh right......heh.....clumsy me right?" She tried to plaster an unfazed smile on her face, only succeeding about halfway.

Unable to control his movements, San's hand reached out to tuck some of the hair slipping out of her ponytail behind her ear. It hurt him to no end when she flinched slightly at his movement, he could feel her tensing up when his fingers made contact with her temple. As he squinted his eyes, he could make out the uneven patch of concealer and powder on the area close to her hairline, a tiny hue of reddish purple peeking slightly through. She relaxed when he finally retreated his hand.

"Just try to be careful and take care of yourself. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

She probably didn't know, or maybe she did, he was painfully obvious when it came to her, that he meant what he said in more ways than one.

"You too....see you San."

Once more, he held himself back from blurting out everything that was kept in his chest, instead opting for giving her a farewell and going out to the parking lot to get inside his red 1989 Ford f150 and drive over to his friend's house, the bunch of them waiting for him to complete his shift and come over to their place.

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"Aish seriously San, just forget about her. Plenty of fish in the sea." One of the pair of giants told him as he chugged back the remnants in his bottle.

"And you have a lot of fish waiting for you to reel in your rod so they can bite right in." His friend sitting next to him wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"Stop you guys." San pushed the blonde away.

"Mingi and Wooyoung are right though San. You have girls and guys lined up all willing to drop their pants for you at anytime. Lucky bastard." Yunho, the other half of the giant squad chuckled lowly.

"I don't want any of them though... you guys don't understand." San looked down at the floor.

The other blonde haired male in the room, Yeosang, rolled his eyes at him, unable to understand his infatuation for the girl.

"You've been pining for her since high school. When are you going to let her go? She chose and still chooses to this day Lee Taeyong."

Slamming his fist on the table, San angrily looked at him.

"Don't fucking mention that asshole's name near me!"

Everyone grew quiet, the members who were bordering on getting tipsy suddenly sobering completely up as if there was absolutely no drop of alcohol in their system. San was usually a very friendly and sweet person, but he was also sensitive and emotional, and lately he'd manifest it through anger and rage, and it was truly terrifying to them. But they knew he had reasons for lashing out like that. They knew his hatred for Taeyong, not just for being able to score the girl he'd been in love with for ages, San would have stayed content and wholeheartedly happy had she'd been loved and cared for like she deserved to be. But instead, he had to watch as she was constantly belittled and sometimes shoved hardly into the ground, landing her scraped knees or bruised palms. He could only imagine what went on behind closed doors.

"San......you have to accept reality, all of us do whether we like it or not. Her friends aren't blind to what's happening to her. Teacher's at university aren't either, they've all tried approaching her about it.....she won't listen to anyone." Yunho decided to finally say what everyone was thinking.

"She doesn't deserve it! It's toxic and sick!" He cried out in desperation.

"But ultimately it's her choice........ you can't force her to get help or leave if she doesn't want to. She's been with him for years."

Unwilling to hear anymore, San quickly picked up his leather jacket and stormed out the house. He drove the streets like a mad man, his fist hitting the steering wheel every time he stopped at a red light. He would have continued his angry drive back to his place had he not spotted an all too familiar denim jacket walking on the road. Slowing down the truck, he pulled closer to the right side and stopped right in front of the figure trembling in the cold night air.

"Y/N?" He rolled down his window so she wouldn't be startled by some stranger suddenly pulling up next to her.

"Oh! Hey San!" She said through chattering teeth.

"You're walking home all alone?" He could not believe this.

"Uh....yeah! My boyfriend got caught up at work....didn't want to bother him so I'm walking home...it's not that far!" She tried to sound reassuring, but he could see right through her.

"You want a ride?" He offered.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it'd be a good idea or not.

"Hey it's ok. I'm not going to kidnap you or anything. I'll just drive you straight home. We don't even have to talk if you don't want. Just you, me and some old jams playing on the radio all right?"

Unable to resist that dimple smile that always made her feel fuzzy inside, she allowed him to open the door for her from the inside. After giving him her address, she found he stayed true to his word and just drove in silence the entire time. She was kinda thankful for it. She was tired after her shift, exhausted from walking and from how late it was, and more than anything, she felt like she was going to spill tears any minute if she even got out a single word. She felt worn out, her head resting on the window, eyes opening and closing as tiredness began to overtake her. She only awoke when she felt a light hand caress her cheek. In other circumstances, she would have immediately swatted the hand away and pushed the face near her own as far away as possible. But she didn't do that, she felt strangely safe and protected by the male next to her as he brushed some hair off her face.

"We're here. Safe and sound just like I promised."

Safe.........

For some reason she felt anything but safe as she looked at the house in front of her.

"Thanks San." She smiled weakly at him as she began taking off her seat belt.

"Call me if you ever need a ride. I mean it. I don't want you catching a cold...or-or worse..." He admitted.

"Thank you, really. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

She took slow steps to the front door, San didn't drive away until he confirmed she was inside. With a heavy heart, he drove away back to his place, unaware that the girl he dropped off was watching through the peephole his departure, still staying there moments after he had disappeared from sight. She sighed despondently as she dropped her bag onto the floor, slumping her body onto the couch as it was useless to try to go sleep in the bedroom given the pornographic moans and thumping noises coming from inside it. Wouldn't be the first or last time she came home to such sounds. She simply curled up into a fetus position, falling asleep in the usual way:

Tears falling out of the corners of her eyes.

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"What do you mean she's not coming?"

San nervously gulped as his boss told him Y/N's boyfriend called to say she had a little accident and couldn't go in that day. He knew it was bullshit and he was going to find out what really happened. After going to classes the next day, he actively searched around campus for any signs of her or Taeyong. After asking around, a girl motioned to the football field, saying that's where they'd often go to at times. San squinted his eyes as he looked all over for them, finally spotting them near the bleachers. His fist tightened as he watched Taeyong once again put his filthy hands on Y/N, shoving her to the ground, making her land face first, her palms outstretched and scraping against the grass under her. He watched as Taeyong simply walked away, leaving her there, not caring about if she was seriously injured or not. Unable to hide any longer, San sauntered over to her, his arms picking her up from the ground.

"Y/N it's me!"

He didn't mean to shout at her, but having her scream and cover her head protectively gave him no other option. He nearly began crying himself when she lifted her head, her eyes full of fear and panic.

"Oh! It's you San! Sorry for that!"

As she stood up, she began dusting the dirt off, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle. Faking a smile, she giggled nervously.

"Clumsy me again, tripping on some-"

"Y/N stop lying to yourself. I saw everything."

Her face darkened at his words, her eyes becoming glued to the floor as she avoided his gaze like she did the others. She hated seeing their pitiful stares and shameful eyes, she believed San probably had the same look as well. She couldn't be more wrong as his eyes just looked at her in despair and agony.

"Why? Why do you put up with it? Why do you stay with him? Why do you torture yourself like this?.....

Why do you love him?"

He asked that last question more to himself than her. Y/N crossed her right arm over her chest, her hand clutching her left bicep as she gently massaged the muscle there. San knew it was the same bruised arm he had seen a few days ago, it was probably even more battered up than the last time he saw it.

"I can't......I don't know....."

Seeing her struggling to form words, San opted for gently hovering his hands around her, maneuvering and ushering her to sit on the bleachers without ever laying a single finger on her. Opening his backpack, he took out the mini first aid kit his older friend, Seonghwa, had given him, actually deciding to put it to use for once.

"I'm going to clean these scrapes ok?"

He looked at her and waited til she gave him permission to touch her. She did not flinch away at all when he began wiping off the dirt and blood accumulated on her knee or hands, only momentarily when he applied the disinfectant spray on her wounds.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine.......I'm used to hurting...." She finally admitted.

He wanted to speak up again, but found it hard to find the right words. He focused on applying ointment on her wounds and bandaging them up nicely.

"How long has he pushed you around?" He needed to know.

"Started 3 months after we became official.....but even before that, he'd often tease me and what not........ it doesn't hurt ....." She lied once more.

"The Y/N I knew never lied even to save her life. Sad how someone like him managed to change that." He finished wrapping the gauze around her knee.

"I haven't changed at-"

"Yes you have." He interrupted once again.

"The Y/N from then was a cheerful, happy ray of sunshine known for her bubbly personality and kindness to others. She loved going out with friends and hated staying indoors for too long. She was always honest and ready to help anyone in need, especially cute abandoned animals, she was a real softie for them."

She chuckled softly at his words, not denying any of it.

"I still am soft for them." She corrected him.

"But you're no longer happy. You're sad, somber and being in pain all because of an asshole who doesn't deserve you.......he doesn't deserve your love."

Although she heard him and wanted to believe his words, her mind blocked out such reasoning.

"But he does love me.......he swears it....every time it happens, he apologizes and promises-"

"It's all lies Y/N! He doesn't love you! If he loved you he wouldn't hurt you physically and emotionally. He wouldn't be the reason why you're only a shell of the person you used to be. He doesn't love you and he'll never love you..."

She let his words sink, trying to digest what he was saying.

"I know because I've loved you for so long and I'd never even think about putting you through half of what he has."

She whipped her head up at his words, seeing the earnest and emotion in his eyes as he finally confessed what was in his heart.

"San......" She was left speechless.

He teared up, scoffing at himself as a dry smile formed on his face.

"You have no idea how much it hurts seeing you be in pain and not able to do anything about it. Having you flinch at my touch when all I want is to comfort and hold you."

Without thinking, he cupped her cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that began falling down her eyes.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself Y/N. You can't spend the rest of your life living in fear and chained to someone who just wants to make you suffer. You can't allow someone to take away your joy and peace of mind. You shouldn't be afraid to be free and enjoy life. You deserve to be happy and loved."

He used his last bit of self control he had and stopped himself when he leaned his face too close to hers, his nose brushing against hers, expecting her to shiver away from his touch, but instead she seemed to wait for his next move. Knowing he'd never forgive himself for it, he pulled back, leaving her disappointed and himself in agony.

"Please take care..."

Taking off his leather jacket, he placed it on her back, fanning out the sleeves so it'd cover her shoulders. Then he turned around and began walking away from her, shoulders slumped down and heart aching to go back and just take her away for good. But he resolved himself not to. Not until she specifically asked him to.

When Y/N finally got back to her place, Taeyong wasn't there. He was probably spending the night at one of his side chick's place, no doubt getting buzzed and high out of his mind. Her soft bed no longer comforted her, so instead she slid down and sat on the floor, hugging her knees and occasionally running a finger through the fabric of San's jacket. His scent was still on it and every time she inhaled it, it had a soothing and calming effect on her mind and heart that soon helped her tense body relax until she felt sleepy. It took a lot of effort, but she climbed into her bed, not bothering to cover herself with the blanket or change into more comfortable and less confining clothes.

San's jacket was the only comforting thing at that moment......

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Nudging him with his elbow, Yeosang whispered to the male next to him the presence of the girl that was slowly approaching them. Always reacting to anything related to her, San turned his head and smiled softly when he saw Y/N walking up to him.

"Hey." He greeted her.

"Hi.....I came to return this. Thanks for letting me borrow it." She held out his leather jacket, neatly folded and visible clean.

"Oh Y/N, you really didn't need to go that far." San became shy at her gesture, and worried about if she washed it cause he had forgotten to and it disgusted her.

"Don't say that. It's the least I can do for all you've done..."

She looked up at his eyes as she said that, her heart fluttering when he rested his hand on top of hers when he tried to take back his treasured article of clothing, letting it stay there for a moment, his fingers giving her hand a light squeeze. His friend behind him looked back and forth between the both of them, confused by what was going on and internally gagging at their mushy scene.

"I wanted to say thank-"

"Y/N!"

The voice calling out for her roared in her ears, sending her into a panic mode as she pulled away immediately from his physical contact. San noticed the way her body tensed up and her eyes became afraid. His own eyes narrowed at the icy blue haired man strutting up to them, a chilling smile on his manga like visuals.

"Hey baby, I've been looking all over for you. What were you doing?" He asked in a concerning tone, face bearing down on hers rather uncomfortably.

"I- I was j-just giving San back this.." She stammered as she gestured to the jacket in her hand.

Letting out a barely audible scoff, Taeyong gripped the jacket, prying it off her delicate fingers before tossing it back to San.

"Thanks bud."

San glared at him, resisting the urge to throw a punch to his face. Seeing him unresponsive, Taeyong just shrugged and suspiciously wrapped an arm around Y/N.

"Come on babe. Let's go back home."

His fingers dug into her skin, applying very painful pressure to her bruise, an occasional whimper coming out of her mouth as they walked across the football field. San's jaw tightened as he watched Taeyong lean in and whispered something in her ear, no doubt some degrading words judging by the way she cowered beneath him.

"San just let it go." Yeosang's voice said.

"I can't Yeosang. Every time I see him even breathe near her.......I feel like combusting." He grunted in frustration as his friend tried to calm him down.

"Taeyong, please stop. It really hurts." Y/N cried out, her fingers prying his hand off her aching arm.

"Shut up you little bitch. How dare you go talk to that punk? Making me look bad and having me talk to that low life." He cringed in disgust.

"I was only thanking him for lending me-"

"So what? Were you going to lend yourself to him too? Is that what you were going over to him for?"

She instantly shook her head.

"What?! No!"

"Yeah right. I bet you already whored yourself out to him...didn't you?!"

Not caring that there was still people nearby, Taeyong harshly yanked her by her hair before tossing her onto the ground, catching the attention of everyone around, including San and Yeosang.

"Fucking whore." He spat at her.

"Don't." Yeosang held his hand out when he saw San taking a step forward.

"But I can't-"

Yeosang kept an arm around him to keep him in place.

"Don't get involved. You'll only make things worse."

San looked back at the scene, his heart breaking seeing Y/N once again on the floor, trembling like a frightened kitten who had no protection. When she looked up, he saw tears already brimming down her face.

"Get up. We're going home." Taeyong sternly commanded, turning to walk away as usual.

"No."

He stopped dead in his tracks at her refusal.

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Not knowing how or where she got the strength from, Y/N got up and faced him with determination.

"I've finally had enough."

Both San and Yeosang were shocked at hearing her words, one of them more incredulous than anything and the other proud of her for finally standing up for herself. Taeyong too was put out of sorts seeing her be so bold.

"Haha, real funny baby. Now let's go home." He walked closer to her, reaching out to yank her arm, but she slapped it away.

"No! I told you! I've had it! It's over!" She declared.

Sensing he was really losing his power and control over her, Taeyong lunged at her, fist held up in the air.

"Listen here you-"

Y/N covered her face, stepping back when he came close to her. She opened her eyes and uncovered herself when she felt someone suddenly step in front of her, their hand blocking Taeyong's fist from even approaching her.

"Stay out of this Choi." Taeyong grunted.

"She told you it's over Taeyong."

San easily pushed him away single handedly, making him stumble backwards.

"Now leave and never bother her again."

Not giving up yet, Taeyong looked back at Y/N menacingly.

"And do tell me Y/N? If it's over, where are you going to live now?" He taunted her.

Realizing he was right, she almost felt defeated until San spoke up again.

"She's going to live with me." He firmly answered.

"I fucking knew it. You were being a whore with him."

Unable to hold himself back anymore, San swung hard, fist colliding with Taeyong's face, sending him falling down against the floor. Y/N covered her mouth as she gasped sharply when San picked Taeyong back up from his collar, shaking him fiercely.

"Call her that one more time! I dare you to!" He warned him as he got ready to take another swing.

"San stop!" He felt Yeosang intervene once again, holding his elbow with his hands.

"Yeosang! Just let me-"

"Stop for Y/N's sake, she's already seen and lived enough violence, I really don't think she needs to see any more." Yeosang tilted his head to the Y/N who had already began backing as far away as possible.

Realizing his friend was right, San begrudgingly let go of his most hated rival.

"Try to come near her again and I will end you."

With those final words, he went over to where Y/N was, his face softening up when he looked at her. He held out his hand to her and waited for her response. He felt happy when she finally reached out and allowed him to guide her out to the parking lot, and thankful that he decided to park somewhere where there weren't a lot of people.

"You all right?" He finally spoke up when they were finally inside his truck

"Uh...yeah...actually...I'm fine.... can you believe I actually did it?"

Although she sounded enthusiastic, he heard the crack in her voice and her nervous laughter wasn't helping her case. Instead of turning the car on, he shifted to his right to look at her. He watched as the smile left her face, her fidgeting hands suddenly shake uncontrollably and her laughter suddenly turned to her hyperventilating. Knowing what was happening, San immediately pulled her into an embrace for the very first time in his life, holding her tightly, hands running through her hair as she began breaking down, sobbing violently, finally releasing all the pent up pain and suffering she had been bottling up for years.

San himself wanted to cry, but he didn't for her sake. He just let her cry her eyes out. It took a little over 10 minutes, but finally she started to calm down.

"Thank you....for everything."

Kissing her forehead, he poked her nose and smiled at her.

"Don't mention it. Let's get you somewhere warm now."

He made sure to play soothing music for her on the ride to his house. He noticed how once again she was drifting off to sleep and simply allowed her rest, knowing she was probably exhausted not only from crying so much but also from standing up to her abusive ex boyfriend moments ago. That certainly took a lot of energy and strength from her part and he was proud of her.

It was already dark when they got home, the brooding and cloudy day shortening the daylight and making it night at such an early hour. San gently picked up Y/N and got her out of the car, carrying her sleeping figure bridal style inside his house. It was small, but at least it was cozy and would be safe for her. Peeling back the covers from his bed, he carefully laid her down on it before tucking her in. When he made sure she'd be comfortable, he turned to leave the room, deciding it'd be better for him to sleep on the couch, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or have her freak out. He barely got to the door when he heard a tiny and hushed whisper of his name.

"San?"

He immediately looked over to see what she needed.

"Could.....could you please sleep by my side?.... I'd feel more safe that way..."

She didn't want to admit it right then, but it had been so long since she'd slept in someone's arms and she really craved physical affection from him. Happy to oblige, San went over and got into bed with her.

"Are you going to be ok if I wrap my arm around you?" He asked for permission first.

"Please just hold me." She begged as she cuddled up next to him, her face burying inside his chest.

He wasted no time in throwing his arm around her, his delicate fingers drawing soothing circles on her arm.

"Don't be afraid. You're safe now and you're going to be all right. I'm here and I'll protect you."

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More than a year passed. It was a long and arduous process. At first Y/N didn't want to go through it, but San kept insisting she get therapy. After promising to accompany her and staying by her, she finally gave up and started seeing a psychologist. It wasn't easy, for neither of them. It was painful for her to finally speak up about all the abuse she endured for years and it was equally torturous for San to hear the rest of the untold story. It truly sickened him that one day he nearly busted Taeyong's face when he met him outside the school, but was ultimately held back once more by one of his friends. Besides his main priority was helping Y/N, helping her to properly function again and to bring a little more joy into her life, even going out to adopt a cat for her, naming her Byeol. She became their cute little baby, even if she was a total, well, cat at times and didn't want to cuddle.

"That's ok. I know a cat willing to cuddle me." Y/N chuckled.

San looked around confused.

"Wait! You got another cat? Where is- Oh! You meant me." He blushed hard when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body next to his as she snuggled next to him on the couch.

San did not hope for and did not expect Y/N to ever return his feelings, he was satisfied with her just being out of that horrible situation and being able to help her. Never did he dream she'd ever accept to be his and especially not ever cross his mind that he'd ever be able to actually claim her as his own.

But here she was, looking so beautiful underneath his body, wearing nothing but his leather jacket as he rolled his hips against hers. His fingers were laced with hers as his lips pulled apart from hers so he could look at her.

"Fuck...you're so damn pretty."

He leaned back in to place open mouth kisses on her jaw that traveled down to her neck. Although he nibbled occasionally, he made sure not to leave any marks on her soft and delicate skin.

"San...." She breathed out heavily, her hands breaking from his grasp to run through his black hair, paying close attention to the faded green streaks near his bangs.

"Oh god- please repeat that a little more." He groaned, loving the way she called out his name with such lust.

One of his hands traveled down her sides to cup one of her thighs, lifting her leg so he could hit deeper inside her. Feeling him at a whole new angle had Y/N gripping his muscly arms, her panting now becoming more erratic as she began clenching around him.

"San-" She called out again.

He chuckled slightly, hips snapping up to thrust just a little harder in her.

"Go ahead beautiful. Cum all over me, I want to feel you."

Hearing his low and suddenly husky voice urging her on, she let out a tiny whimper, her legs wrapping around his waist, using it as leverage to ride out her high. Her nails raked themselves into his back, her body pressed as close as it could be against his.

"Oh my god!" He gasped out as he twitched inside of her, his cum coating her walls, leaving her feeling full and complete.

He collapsed on top of her, his labored breathing occasionally resulting in a little choke as he tried to compose himself. When he finally came to, he brushed his lips against her temple.

"I love you so much."

She smiled at him as he adjusted the jacket that enveloped her, a real genuine smile.

"I love you too Sannie."

Giving her a tiny peck, he began sliding the jacket off.

"Let's get you out of this. It's probably too hot to be wearing it anymore."

She huffed and pouted.

"Baby no. I love wearing it. It feels like it's hugging me." She grabbed it and wrapped it around her more tightly.

"You know what else wants to hug you? My arms. So take off the jacket and let me snuggle you love."

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |  Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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