#n silver tells her about their team up and when he noticed silver was stressed and gave him advice

[pacifistcowboy]

i imagine silver has absolutely no idea espio likes him until he describes the way espio is around him to blaze and she’s like “it sounds like he has a crush on you” and silver’s just like “HUH?????”

[shallowseeker]

Why is Dean so stressed in 14x17?

(We know why.)

Ahem:

The visuals of this are pretty goddamned painful

And WTF is UP with these foreshadowing lyrics??? soft country music -> Jackie Stewart's Maybe Tomorrow>

We had a quarrel Like lovers do Still I can't make my heart Believe we're through For I still love you With all my heart And life means nothing When we're apart Maybe tomorrow When comes the dawn Maybe the dark clouds Will all be gone Maybe tomorrow The sun will shine Maybe tomorrow You'll still be mine

etc etc

This could be foreshadowing...OR maaybe Dean n' Cas actually had a smallish weird fight about Cas leaving again.

I mean, Cas is lying about a ton of stuff (Empty deal, Felix the snake, searching for God), and Dean is pretty good at pinging that, even when he tries to swallow it down and overlook it.

///

And Dean?

Dean is so stressed out that not only do Mary and Jack notice, but they're taking actions to calm him down/cheer him up

Sam prooooobably knows why Dean is unhinged, so he quickly volunteers to get outta Dodge and pick up the food. (I feel ya, Sammy. You are me in this moment.)

Meanwhile, Dean struggles to win Mouse Trap. We get a closeup of the foot kicking the "audience" eye. NOTE that in the actual game, it's just a plain silver ball.

Or at least that's how I remember it and have always seen it. If anyone know of a version that was released with an eye, hit me up.

Otherwise I'm gonna assume it was completely intentional, and Dean is trying to have a normal family game night without "us" interfering.

<Cue Dean screaming over sucking at the game>

He's, uh, wound pretty tightly today, actually.

We can see that from Jack and Mary's following convo. Seems like today, they're the ones tag-teaming to mollify Dean.

(Dean, who is stressed because Cas is AWOL and acting cagey and probably not answering his phone again.)

JACK: "I thought this was supposed to relax him."

Ahahaha, oh Mary. "Let's give Dean a little game and he'll relaxies and be nicies to us!"

Oh yea.

Cas definitely isn't answering his phone, and everyone is tiptoeing around Dean because of it.

///

Tragedy: Jack & Mary get along really well!

Just gonna point out that Jack is actually VERY comfortable with her in general.

He spent MONTHS with her at war. She was his advisor. Given that he ran away from TFW a few weeks after his birth, much of his formative parenting was done by Mary Campbell Winchester, not Sam and Dean (nor Cas)!

She checks in with Jack, but she doesn't push. Result? Genuine, blunt Jack emotions:

(MARY is thinking "FUCK, first my oldest son is acting like a basket-case and screaming at a toddler's game and now my grandson is acting like this. FML. Cas, come home now. Plz for the love of all that is holy.")

Tragically, because of the trust and comradery between them, Mary offers something the others don't: permission to vent.

(MARY: Jack, if you wanna talk shit about everyone, I love shit-talk. )

Funnily enough, Mary doesn't use a lot of words here. It's a partially silent communication. "If you ever wanna vent..." (gentle head tilt like, 'y'know.')

JACK: You're here. I know. (silent appreciative looks, then Jack makes a head motion like 'c'mon let's go').

And ACTUALLY.

Jack reacts genuinely well to that. He and Mary...get each other. He feels comfortable telling her what he really thinks.

See, I think this emotional permissiveness that we see with Mary is devastating. Jack tends to get more genuinely irritable and say what he thinks with Mary (also Dean n' Cas). Even when he's soulless and working hard to "perform" soulfulness, his real irritation slips out with her.

Tragically, that means she was probably always more risk with Jack. Because he's more comfortable throwing his real, ugly emotions at them.

(Sam on the other hand is more cerebral and perhaps at times...unintentionally distant because it's all so eloquent, careful, scripted.)

///

DEAN: (swallowing his nerves and trying to be cheerful and teasing) All right! Winchester game night is a go! Soon as Sammy gets back with two double-pepperoni meat blasters...and a pineapple.

Jack seems appreciative of the banter here. He doesn't wanna be pushed right now.

///

Dean is weird when Sam doesn't pick up his phone right away

When Donatello lands in Nick-shaped peril, Dean tries to call Sam. ONCE. And it gets an...out-of-proportion reaction from Dean.

(It's also...a lot like John's voicemail in Phantom Traveler. "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. He can help.")

He's prickly:

SAM: "You've reached Sam Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my brother."

DEAN: Sam's not answering his phone. This whole damn town's a dead zone.

That's...not exactly true, as least what we've see so far in the series? They make calls from the bunker a lot.

*coughs* This lends some credence to the fact that his prior stress (the stress that Jack and Mary were working together to help) is about his, uh, phone. Phone calls. Phone calls not being answered, even.

READ: This is about Cas. Who hasn't been answering his phone. And Dean? Dean rationalizes that maybe his calls aren't landing because of where he is.

///

There's some truth to Dean's woes/anxiety. When Cas leaves, bad things tend to happen. And hey, they happen when Cas is there too, sure, but with Cas there, Dean can't help but feel more resilient, more equipped to take on whatever-it-is.

///

But yeah, it's looking like Dean and Cas maybe already had a little, reserved/restrained fight prior to Jack killing Mary. Dean was acting...really weird. Forced.

[training4theapocalypse]

Finders Keepers Ch 3. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (this specific chapter is PG tho)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: McLaggen needs a date for Slughorn's party. It would be stupid to ask you, Alicia Spinnet's ex-girlfriend... right?

A/N: Smut is coming ONE DAY but just not today

Masterlist

Chapter 3: Poster Girl

Harry Potter was a no-show once again at Slughorn’s dinner party and so Cormac McLaggen didn’t get the chance to grill him. As far as he was concerned, Potter was a decent enough seeker but he didn’t have the strategic mind to be Captain. Not in the way that he did. And if he couldn’t play on the team, McLaggen was determined to give Potter a helping hand with strategy - he wanted Gryffindor to win the cup as much as anyone else.

At the end of dinner, Slughorn announced that he was going to be hosting a Christmas party the day before school stopped for the holidays. McLaggen’s new concern, now taking precedence over Gryffindor’s upcoming game, was who he was going to bring.

“Oi, Belby!” McLaggen catches up with Marcus Belby in the corridor outside Slughorn’s office. “You’re, er, friends with the Ravenclaw Captain, right?”

Belby gives him a quizzical look. “Hardly.”

“You’re in the same house?”

“Yeah, but she’s not exactly approachable. Unless you’re into Quidditch or books… or punching things, probably.”

“But do you know if she’s…” McLaggen searches for what he’s getting at. “It’s just -  I wouldn’t mind getting to know her on a first-name basis if you know what I mean?” He adds with a juvenile smirk.

“You’re not seriously thinking of asking her to Slughorn’s Christmas do, are you? Think you’re barking up the wrong tree there, mate.”

Oh. “You reckon?”

Belby snorts. “I mean, yeah, she’s fit but you know she was going out with Alicia?”

“She’s never gone out with any blokes in Ravenclaw?’

“McLaggen, she’s a keeper.” He stresses the last word like it’s synonymous with ‘lesbian’. “And I’ve heard she’s got a poster of Gwenog Jones above her bed.” Before McLaggen can consider this, Belbly leans in and adds quietly. “Look, take my advice. If you want to ask someone who likes a Quidditch player, you should ask her.” He nods at the back of Hermione Granger’s head as she disappears off towards Gryffindor Tower.

Nevertheless, McLaggen finds himself looking forward to double Potions the next day. Despite your hostile reputation, McLaggen and you have been having as much fun as two people can in the confines of a Potions classroom. 

At the start and end of your lessons and in the spare moments when you stood together waiting for potions to brew, he enjoyed seeing your face light up animatedly as you reminisced about saves you’d made and he’d do the same, delighted to have someone who was genuinely interested in his play-by-plays, offering him your opinions and asking questions. 

And, McLaggen thinks, watching you adjust your ponytail in concentration while you wait for your Hiccoughing Solution to boil over, it doesn’t hurt that you’re not bad to look at either.

“What?” you ask bluntly, noticing him staring at you. 

Shit. He changes the subject.

“I just remembered I had meant to tell you Gwenog Jones was at Slughorn’s dinner a couple of weeks ago.” 

“She- what!?” You throw your head back wistfully. “I am obsessed with her.” The agonised expression on your face twists a knot in his chest. He’s not sure if it’s a pang of desire or jealousy. Or both.

“Yeah, well, no guessing why you like her,” he says, thinking about what Belby said about the poster above your bed.

“Er, she’s a legendary beater and the Captain of the team I support? Of course, I like her.”

“Yeah, and she’s hot.” He raises his eyebrows. 

“Oh, right, yeah. She is.” You say sharply and add the final dash of powdered silver to your cauldron with a throw that he deems is probably more aggressive than necessary. McLaggen quietly adds his powdered silver to his own potion, deciding to drop the subject. He’s keen to distance himself from your notoriously hot temper.

You both wait silently as Slughorn does his rounds, giving both you and McLaggen glowing praise before dismissing the class. It seems to have put you in a better mood because you  start talking about your plans to train with the Ravenclaw team tomorrow night as you tidy up your things. 

“I’m gonna stay late afterwards and do some drills if you want to get some keeper practice in too?” you ask tentatively.

“Not worried about me spying on your technique?”

“Maybe if you weren’t the reserve keeper.”

You’re teasing him. And he doesn’t know why but he really, really likes it. 

It’s unorthodox, to say the least, for players in opposing teams to train with each other. A small part of him wonders, or maybe even hopes that you’re trying to find an excuse to spend more time with him. 

You grin at him, waiting for his usual cocky retort and slip your hair free from your ponytail, shaking your head. The swish of your hair sends the scent of coconut his way, and the fragrance reminds him dimly of your first Potions lesson together.

“Listen,” says McLaggen, deciding against best judgement and holding you back as the rest of the class leaves the room. “I think Gwenog is coming to Slughorn’s Christmas party.”

“Don’t rub it in, McLaggen.”

“Well, we can bring someone and I, er…” he clears his throat. “I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

He watches for your reaction - it’s obvious you hadn’t expected this. “To Slughorn’s party? Together?”

“I mean-” he blusters on. “- I thought you might want to come and meet her?”

“It’s just y’know Slughorn’s club… the principle of it.” 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” he adds quickly. “But it would be more bearable if you were there.”

“Alright then.” You duck under the table to look for your bookbag before he can read your expression. “I’ll go with you. And meet Gwenog, I mean,” you add hastily.

“Excellent,” he says, retrieving your bag from the chair where you’d left it. You throw it over your shoulder and he walks behind you watching the way you move as you walk, following you out of the dungeon. “See you at the pitch tomorrow night.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you catch up with Marietta and Cho at the top of the stairs, you have to shush them urgently as they start squealing with glee after hearing about your conversation with McLaggen.

“Oh don’t worry- he can’t hear us!” says Cho and sure enough, he’s out of sight. “This is so exciting!”

“Do you even have a dress?” asks Marietta, which annoys you, mostly because she’s right in her assumption. “Oh! You should find out what he’s wearing so you can match!”

“I’m gonna have to stop you there, Edgecombe.” You gesture like you’re being sick. “I am not wearing something matching McLaggen. Back in a sec.”

They wait for you outside the girl’s bathroom, discussing this latest news. You pause as you’re about to come out of your cubicle when you overhear the unmistakable sound of crying and a dreamy sort of voice that you think you’ve heard before in the Ravenclaw common room. You peer through the crack in the door to see Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger huddled by the sinks.

Hermione is drying her eyes with paper towels. “He’s been horrid to me ever since he started going out with Lavender.”

“Yes… he can be very unkind,” Luna says evenly.

“And I asked him to Slughorn’s party. I feel so stupid. I don’t even want to go. I just thought it would be nice if the two of us… oh, never mind.” She blows on her tissue loudly.

You stay silent. You’re no good at consoling people. And even if you were, comforting Hermione would be tantamount to betraying Cho and Marietta.

“There, there.” Luna pats her on the back. “You deserve to go to the party with someone better than Ron.”

“Yes, I suppose-” She pauses in thought. “Yes... Someone better… Ron would hate that.”

They both make their way out of the bathroom and you can breathe again. You wait a few moments before joining Cho and Marietta in the corridor.

“Did you see that?” you ask, and then fill them in on what you just heard.

“She deserves it,” says Marietta, bringing her hand up to touch her scarred face. “But since when did you care about gossip?”

“Don’t you see? That explains McLaggen getting confunded at tryouts-”

“Oh no, not Quidditch again,” sighs Marietta.

“No, listen! Granger fancies Weasley so she confunded McLaggen, making him miss the last penalty.” They exchange looks. “What? It makes sense!”

Cho links your arm. “You need to just admit that McLaggen had an off-day at tryouts and let it go.”

“No, don’t discourage her,” says Marietta, linking your other arm. “I like this side of you. Boys… gossiping… Now, wait until you hear about what Zacharias Smith said about Ginny Weasley.” You roll your eyes. “C’mon! It’s actually about Quidditch!”

You groan, letting them lead you down the corridor to Transfiguration.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that night in the library, McLaggen and a couple of the other seventh-years are comparing Ancient Runes essays.

“Leanne,” says Hermione Granger, approaching the trio from behind a bookshelf. “How’s Katie doing?”

McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael look at Leanne solemnly. They know all about Katie Bell’s incident with a cursed necklace in Hogsmeade. For the past week or so it had been all anyone had been able to talk about.

“Still in St Mungo’s but she’s awake at least,” explains Leanne. “She’s still not well enough to talk about who gave her the necklace yet though.”

Hermione nods. “If you speak to her, tell her Harry, Ron and I are thinking about her, please.”

Leanne nods and they go back to their essays but Hermione lingers for a second.

“Cormac?” she asks gingerly. “Do you have a second?”

McLaggen locks eyes with Eddie who looks up from his Ancient Runes essay interestedly. He abandons his quill and follows Hermione away from the group between two rows of books.

“Are you going to Slughorn’s party?” she asks.

“Yeah?” 

Hermione pauses but when McLaggen doesn’t fill in the empty silence she continues. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go together?”

“Er,” he blinks in surprise. “I’ve already asked someone else.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you already had a date.”

“It’s, er, more like a friends sort of thing.” 

“Pity,” says Hermione, taking a step towards him. “Well, let me know if anything comes up and you decide you’d like to go with someone else… as more than friends, I mean.” She squeezes his arm as she brushes past him and out of the library.

McLaggen stays rooted to the spot for a few seconds and blinks a few times before shaking his head and returning to the rest of the group with a bit more swagger than before.

“What was that all about, mate?” asks Eddie.

“Just breaking hearts left, right and centre,” McLaggen relaxes back in his chair, hands behind his head and recounting his conversations with you and Hermione.

“Hm…” Leanne gives McLaggen a knowing sort of look. “So you’re going as friends?”

“I’m just being a good wingman,” he says, a lot more breezily than he feels, and reorganises his parchment so he doesn’t catch Leanne’s eye.

Eddie laughs and slaps his back. “That makes more sense. Be a good lad and get her and Gwenog under the mistletoe.”

“Yeah, well I doubt she’ll need it,” agrees McLaggen, ignoring the empty pit in his stomach. “Gwen would be mad not to fall for her.”

Chapter 4: The Invitation

[princesslachimolala]

The 8th Member of Bangtan💜

•••

Chapter 5 - The Argument 📱👀🗣

Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are the 8th member of bangtan and get to work on your music and side projects for army with the boys with some bumps along the way

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader, brief! TWICE members x reader

Warnings: angst, arguments, conversations about self doubt and anxiety

A/n: continuation from chapter 4 (I recommend to read that first so it makes more sense) there’s more angst here I’m sorry! but bangtan is a family and families fight sometimes🫣 also reader is gender neutral so read the honorific’s as they apply to you

•••

When the boys got in the night after their post-dance practice dinner they made quite the rabble.

It was 11pm so you knew they must’ve gone somewhere afterwards… maybe they treated the staff to a drink.

Your suspicions were confirmed when there was slow knock at your door and a man entering it before you could say anything.

“Yn-ie!” Yoongi proclaimed.

The closer he came the better you could smell the alcohol off of him.

“Have a nice time?” you asked with a small voice.

“Ah it was amazing, the food was delicious, the drinks were… well…” he laughed off his sentence.

“That’s good Yoongi” was all you said, not looking up from playing your Nintendo switch.

“We missed you, you should’ve came” you looked up at him to find the sincerity behind is eyes and found some.

“Ah maybe next time” you gave a small smile.

“Just because today didn’t go that well sweetheart, doesn’t mean we can’t work at it more as a team okay?” he patted you on the knee in an attempt to be reassuring.

“Thanks oppa/hyung”

With your short replies, even his alcohol clouded brain took the cue to leave.

Then, as you were just resuming rearranging your animal crossing island, in came Hoseok.

“Yn-ie, we should chat before we call it a night” he stated, not really meeting your eyes.

“Yes Hobah?”

“I’m sorry for being so intense today, it’s just that-“ he paused thinking.

“Just that?” you pressed him.

“Hobi hyung! Did you tell yn noona/hyung what Hwa-young noona got us?” Jungkook popped his head into the room, startling the quiet.

“Hwa-young noona? Since when did you get so close in one night?” you couldn’t help but question.

“Hobi hyung knows her from Gwangju. Plus she’s nice, she bought us dinner and we drank with her and the other assistants”

So that’s why her and Hobi looked so comfortable together at dance practice, you thought.

Jungkook looked buzzed from the alcohol but didn’t seem to look guilty at all. How could he be comforting you earlier today and now be so close with a woman they, besides Hobi, all just met?

“And… she gave each of us one of these” he said presenting his wrist, now adorned with a skinny silver bracelet.

You looked down at Jungkook’s wrist then over to Hobi’s, adorned with a matching bracelet. You could feel the tears prick at your eyes, and the boys clearly noticed.

“Don’t worry, noona/hyung, she got you one as well… she just never got the chance to give you it because-“

“Because she told me not to come out with you all” you quietly seethed but loud enough that they both heard you.

“You said you weren’t feeling well yn” Hobi stated, confused.

“Yeah well, I lied” your voice was gradually raising.

Jungkook looked taken aback, a mix of guilt and annoyance.

“Why?”

“Because-“ you choked, it was the last thing you wanted to do - come off as dramatic, cause rifts between the members and the staff, be rude to an elder.

“Noona/hyung?” Jungkook questioned meekly.

“I just overheard her saying some stuff about me to the other staff. They were laughing about me and my dancing. They said I was stressing you out and slowing the team down and then I realised they were right” you gave a sob.

“I don’t think Hwa-young noona would laugh at you yn-ie” Hobi crossed his arms.

“So you don’t believe me?”

“I know noona and she wouldn’t do that. She was my old dance teachers assistant and she’s very well respected and trusted. Otherwise BangPD-nim wouldn’t have hired her” he was defensive now.

“But you know me too, oppa/hyung… I wouldn’t lie or make a big deal out of nothing”

Now your stern, raised voices had attracted the ears of the others. You looked and saw them all gathered at your door, Jungkook now looking spooked standing behind Namjoon.

“She knows all about dance yn, I’m sure if she said anything it would be to help you out. Besides… once I found out it was her joining the team as an assistant, I was going to get her transferred to our choreo team”

“Gossiping to staff members about how I shouldn’t even be part of danceline isn’t helpful Hoseok! And if you do that she’ll never stop berating and belittling me!”

His jaw tightened at your shout and formal use of his name.

No one had a comforting word to say to try and diffuse the argument. Even Jin who usually always jumped to your rescue was standing with his mouth popped open, like he was trying to find a word but couldn’t.

“She made me question myself, should I even be an idol at all if I can’t do what I’m supposed to do without being laughed at….” you tried keeping your voice even and tears held in your eyes.

“Yn-ie…” Jimin came forward and reached for your arm but you pulled back, needing space.

“I can’t sleep here tonight. I’m going to see my friends”

•••

“And your members just let you walk out the dorm like that?” Dahyun asked with wide eyes.

You were sat in your friends dorm, piled with blankets on the sofa and surrounded by comfort snacks and drinks. The TWICE girls were always hospitable no matter when you arrived, expected or not.

You nodded in response to Dahyun’s question.

“You don’t think I’m overreacting?” you asked.

“I think I’d cry too if a staff laughed at my dancing” Tzuyu said, knees pulled to her chest.

Everyone else hummed in agreement.

“Reminds me of that time we had that rude staff member the company hired for the Cheer Up comeback” Nayeon shivered, prompting a collective shiver from the members.

“She was fired after the comeback was over but my god she made that time hellish” Jihyo commented popping pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

“Hobi said he was thinking about making her part of the choreo team, probably even to keep her on after the Dynamite comeback is over” you said with a pout.

“But then she’d be permanent!” Dahyun said with another shock.

“I know” your pout deepened.

“Ah yn-ie, don’t worry too much okay? Besides why not you just become a member of TWICE, I’m sure ONCE’s would love you” Sana suggested with a smile.

You laughed at that, as if you could just transfer from one hit kpop group to the other with no problem.

“Okay let’s settle down and watch the rest of this kdrama before bed and help yn take their mind of things”

So that’s what you did for the rest of night. Except that half of the girls didn’t last long before falling asleep, and the other half got so frustrated that when the protagonists of the kdrama refused their feelings for each other for the 7th time, they had to call it a night.

Dahyun and Sana gathered all the pillows and blankets on their dorms L-shaped sofa for you to sleep over in a make shift bed.

They said goodnight and you proceeded with your nightly scroll. But what you had forgot during your chat with the girls was that you’d turned your notifications off for the night. It was now 3am. Your stomach did a guilty flip once you saw your Home Screen:

2:46am: 50 unread messages

2:14am: Missed call from Minie moo💛

1:58am: 2 missed calls from SunshineHope☀️

1:32am: Missed call from Joonie🪴

1:11am: Missed call from TaeTae🎷

12:47am: Missed call from Yoongles🎶

12:28am: Missed call from Jinnie🎣

12:12am: Missed call from BunKook💪🏽

Bangtan💜:

🐥: let us know when you get there safe please🙏🏻

🐨: cmon dongsaengie don’t make us worry

🐰: what if they’re not okay hyungs?😪

🐱: don’t worry guys they’re probably just busy with their friends

Yoongles🎶:

🐱: okay so I’m going insane with you not replying…

🐱: cmon yn-ie just say the car didn’t upturn on your way over

🐱: what’s the address???

🐱: ugh fine I know you want to be left alone right now…

BunKook💪🏽:

🐰: NOONA/HYUNG!!!!!

🐰: please tell us you got there okay!!!!

🐰: I’m going to stay awake till you do!!!!

Minie Moo💛:

🐥: don’t hate us dongsaengie, we’re sorry you’ve been hurting all day and we didn’t notice

🐥: come home to the dorm🥺

🐥: kook fell asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand, we’re waiting for you🫶🏻

TaeTae🎷:

🐻: 😵‍💫

🐻: ^^ me because your not replying

🐻: 🥴< that’s Jimin’s face right now

🐻: 🤒< literally Jin hyung

🐻: 🙃< Joon hyung

🐻: 😪< Yoongi hyung

🐻: 😴< that’s Jungkook but only because he’s exhausted from being sad

🐻: Hobi hyung went into his room

Joonie🪴:

🐨: I know your mad at us dongsaengie, we just want to know you’re safe

🐨: I’m cycling to the dorm

🐨: okay so Jin hyungs banned me from cycling in the dark and also because I’ve drank alcohol but just know I would have

Jinnie🎣:

🐹: reply to your oppa/hyung, this is a command

🐹: okay fine that was harsh but your not replying to anyone baby petal I’m freaking out

🐹: Yoongi and Joon are pacing and it’s driving me nuts so if you could reply that would be super

🐹: if you reply now I’ll let you be the first member to hear my solo debut song

🐹: and I’ll buy all your meals for a month

🐹: these offers expire in 10 mins so reply to us baby petal

SunshineHope☀️:

🐿: yn-ie I don’t know what to say

🐿: I didn’t mean to get so annoyed

🐿: I can’t do this over text I have to phone you

🐿: okay… I’m leaving a voicemail please listen petal

2:01am: 1 new voicemail from SunshineHope☀️

Before replying to the other guys and putting them out of their misery, you decided to listen to Hobi’s voicemail:

“Yn-ie, I’m sorry for how I acted… for not believing you… members have to stick together, I know that. I don’t know what came over me? Seeing Hwa-young just made me nostalgic for being a dance student. I never believed she would act so unprofessionally towards one of my members like that. If anyone knows what it’s like to be criticised it should be me… remember when Jungkookie cried because i wanted to leave bangtan? I was so sure they would be fine without me, that my skills weren’t anything special… but I was wrong and I know how your feel about your abilities right now is wrong too. Bangtan needs our little baby petal. Please come home tomorrow, we have dance practise at 12pm but I’ll make sure it’s a closed session. Just the members dongsaengie, okay? And we can all talk and work it out then… goodnight yn-ie… I’m sorry”

You could feel your eyes welling up. With him being cold towards you all day, your really had missed your sunshine.

Bangtan💜:

🦊: I’m sorry guys! I turned my phone notifications off, I’m okay, I’m just going to sleep now, I got all of your messages and I’ll be at practise tomorrow at 12. Goodnight

🐹: ah baby petal!! Now we can sleep soundly

🐿: see you tomorrow yn-ie🙏🏻

•••

As promised, you arrived at hybe headquarters. Jungkook had posted in the group chat what dance studio it was they were in, and just as Hobi had said, it was devoid of any staff members. Just the 7 of them were waiting around - stretching, talking, drinking their coffee and scrolling on their phones.

There was a bit of awkward silence as you entered the door and placed you bag on the floor with a thud, grabbing their attention.

Then they all rushed to you at once.

“I’m sorry noona/hyung!”

“Please don’t leave us again dongsaengie!”

“We’re so glad you came!”

You had some tears in your eyes but couldn’t help but giggle at their confessions and crowding. Even some of the boys had wet eyes.

“It’s not funny noona/hyung” Jungkook sniffled, “I thought you weren’t gonna come back”

“Of course I was coming back kook, I just needed some space” you explained, trying to reassure your dongsaeng.

“But we don’t want space!” he replied, looking like an frustrated rabbit.

“We’re glad you came back, yn-ie, we’ll never let anyone come between the members again okay?”

“I’ll try to be polite to Hwa-young-ssi but if she starts laughing at me again…”

“Don’t worry yn-ie, your oppas/hyungs will handle it” Jin said assuredly.

“And me!” Jungkook said puffing his chest out, causing giggles in you and the other members.

“I’m being serious! No one hurts my noona/hyungs and gets away with it!”

“You’ll be polite to her too kook-ah… we all will… but we’re onto her, so if she starts anything again…” namjoon instructed.

“I’ll be the first one to call her out” Hobi said firmly pulling you into his embrace.

Rehearsals went smoother with Hobi taking it easy on the critiques and you all going in hard with the effort. You knew then it would be all just fine… it was nice to have your sunshine back and a privilege to have such protective members. You really were bangtan for life, you thought.

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A/n: I hope that was a satisfying resolution to yn and Hobi’s argument… we are Hobi lovers in this house after all☀️ however I feel like Hwa-young may pop up in future fics? so watch out for her again! Thank you for reading and liking!

[diamond-coral]

A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” 

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview.  Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes. 

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”  

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?” 

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

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The Star Pitcher

Juyeon x Reader

The Boyz high school au!, 60’s au!, baseball team TBZ au!

6.8k Words

Summary: The perks of baseball season consisted of seeing your cute guy friends in their uniforms, soft pretzels, and the excuse to get out of your house and sit in the warm summer sun. The downside? One of your cute guy friends was also the team’s pitcher who you were madly in love with.

Masterlist

The neon lights cascaded across the line of skateboards and bikes outside of the diner, the shining glare reflecting onto the window next to your booth. The sky was darkening to a deep shade of purple, the street lights and passing by cars offering comfort in the oncoming night. Dusk was a beautiful time in the city, though the shadows that came from the groves of trees when you walked through the trails were disheartening to say the least. You weren’t as lucky as the rest of your bunch, not owning a motorcycle or your dads hand me down car- you weren’t even allowed a skateboard because it was “unfair” to your younger siblings. This made the long journey home after your daily hangouts quite dreadful; and as summer time grew closer, the nights became shorter, meaning the comforting blue sky disappeared twice as fast.

Your face scrunched in distaste as you focused on the increasingly dark outside, not registering the conversations going on around you. The boy next to you noticed your dazed state, his eyes glancing down to your hands as they twirled around the straw in your half empty milkshake.

“You okay?”

Blinking a few times, the dryness of your eyes slowly faded as you snapped your attention to your disformed straw in front of you. You hummed, “yeah why?” your finger gliding across the rim of the glass, strawberry cream coating your skin in result. Juyeon watched you wipe the residue on the bottom of the Jean jacket he let you borrow, his sharp eyes enlarging as he winced- his mom would surely kill him later. The slicked hair boy was brought back to his senses when you finally looked over at him, his mouth quickly stammering a response, “oh, I uh just thought you seemed a little out of it,” Juyeon awaited your reaction, continuing when you simply shrugged, “you know I can drive you home, y/n”

You groaned, pushing your back into the booths cushion while pushing your drink closer to the window sill, “Juyeon-“

“I know I know, you don’t have to tell me twice” the huffing man leaned against the table, resting his chin against his propped up arm. You rolled your eyes, poking your pouting friend in his side, causing him to jump and swat away your hand, “Don’t be a baby, baby. I can handle myself okay?”

“Yeah Yeon, don’t be a baby. Y/n has made it very clear she doesn’t want any of us to take her home because she’s embarrassed by our presence” Hyunjae’s mocking tone ceases your hands from Juyeon’s sides.

“Wha- not true asshat” you didn’t bother in defending yourself anymore when it came to Hyunjae’s smart remarks, it was a hidden show of affection between the two of you. Though it didn’t stop you from tossing the ball of straw paper into his open cup of coke. That particular action gave you a disgusted look from the brunette, his lips moving as you could only imagine the mimicking words that spilled out.

Daily hangouts with your group of angsty, sarcastic boys was your favorite thing to do when you needed a much needed break. At the end of a long day, seeing the familiar 11 faces waiting for you at the school entrance was just what you needed to relieve stress. Even if they were possibly the most annoying people you have ever had the pleasure of knowing, they were your favorite humans. Maybe except the current boy beside you who’s shoulders were shaking against yours as he laughed at Eric’s sly comment. He wasn’t as annoying as the others. Then again, the hearts that soared around your eyes as you snuck glances towards him were a dead give away you were a bit biased- the heart wants what it wants. And in this case, yours most definitely wanted the handsome baseball player, Lee Juyeon.

“Earth to Y/n. Hellooo? We’re leaving, dummy.”

“Huh?” Your head snapped up to meet the annoyed expression of Sunwoo, eyes following the boys that had been piling out of the booth as you sat confused.

Sunwoo looked to Eric for assistance, knowing fair well why you had been blatantly zoned out the last 15 minutes. Eric nodded at Sunwoo, ushering for him to head out the door with the others as he mouthed an I got this.

“Cmon’ pretty girl, I think me and you need a Juyeon free night. What do you say?” Eric grabbed the jacket you had shrugged off over the back of the booth, tossing it over his shoulder while he stood waiting for you at the exit. God you were really whipped, Eric was pretty damn sure of that as he watched the puppy dog look you sent his way in response to his question. Knowing the answer, Eric wrapped his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer as the two of you made way back to the rowdy group.

Most of the boys had took off towards their houses, only Juyeon, Kevin, Sunwoo, and Hyunjae remaining. The boys were sat along the curb of the parking lot, shared glasses of coke being passed around while they waited for their two youngest to return.

Sunwoo broke the silence, his infamous evil smirk pointed at Juyeon and Hyunjae, “I wonder what Y/n and Eric are doing” Three heads turned to the sighing boy, eyes scrunched in curiosity as they awaited Sunwoo’s next words.

“I mean, it has been awhile right? And those two are quiteee close”

Antagonizing. That’s all he’s doing.

Did the two gullible idiots whom were currently gawking at one another realize this? No. No they didn’t. The muttering boys scrambled up from their spots on the ledge, untied shoes tripping against the pebbles that had loosened from the cement as they rose quickly to find the “quite close” pair. Sunwoo’s hand clasped tightly against his mouth, the urge to fight the oncoming cackles growing harder as he watched the gangly men run into the bike racks, their ego’s too high to even care while they bolted for the diner’s door. Kevin, not remotely amused, watched in disapproval, knowing fair well that the hyena sounding laugh near him was that of pure provoktion at the gullible dancers who, at their own expense, were a tad finicky over their youngest friend.

“You know why they’re like that, right?”

Sunwoo nodded his head, sucking in a breath as his laughter died down. Of course he knew why, whether or not he liked it, he knew everything about the diverse set of feelings in the group. He sighed, tucking a leg close to his chest while the other kicked against the pavement, “yeah of course I know. I think everyone does except Y/n herself.”

The coke was bitter in Kevin’s mouth, the acidic taste tingling against the cuts on his lips. Having enough, he set the coke by Sunwoo, using the drink as a sort of share of thoughts between the two. Uttering a thank you, Sunwoo was quick to down the rest of the fizzy soda, a grotesque burp following. Loud laughter once again surrounded the curb, though this time sounds of disgust and displeasure joined as Kevin shoved the guilty party farther away from him, his left hand fanning the air away from his nose.

“God Sunwoo-“

“What, it was a great drink!”

You and Eric finally rounded the corner of the parking lot, a fighting cat and dog duo following close behind as they beat themselves up for listening to Sunwoo, yet again. Hearing the noises behind them, Kevin and Sunwoo turned to the 4 of you, looks of relief washing over them. Sunwoo stood up, dusting the dirt off of his track pants in the process, “God finally you idiots show up, did you not notice the darkness surrounding us?? It is,” he checked the thick silver watch decorated on his wrist, a scoff leaving his lips, “8 pm”

Eric snorted, rolling his eyes in response, “okay grandpa, let’s go then”

You stood against the small tree near the end of the street, your arms crossed against your chest to shield yourself from the growing winds. The cars passing by offered some light against the darkening sky, the diner’s lights beginning to dim as closing time got closer. Summer time was supposed to be warm and bright, and yet here you stood waiting for your friends, shivers running down your body while you glanced around the city's streets. Interrupting your small bruising session, the feeling of a shoulder knocking against yours had you turning to look at the culprit, your nerves calming at the familiar face.

“Hi”

“Hey” you grinned back, eyes scanning the pretty man. The moonlight brought a look of innocence to his face, the blue fluorescents casting shadows across his skin leaving only the bundle of stars in his dark eyes to light up his appearance. Juyeon was a human of the finest features, and a stellar personality to match. The duality his eyes could perceive was always interesting to watch, you never knew to expect his sharp gaze or soft looks of adoration. Tonight, you found yourself hoping for the second option.

Juyeon reached for your hand, tugging it into his as he placed both of them into his jacket pocket. His thumb ran circles over your knuckles, the slightly rough padding of his fingers locking between yours. Your eyes peered down to his jacket, stomach knotting at the sight of your hand with his. This was okay, right?

“I figured you were cold”

You lifted your head, free hand pushing away the strands of hair that blocked your vision. Juyeons sight was casted on the other boys, watching as they fought over who got to ride with him instead of skating home in the dark, “I saw Eric with the jacket I gave you, so I kinda assumed you would be freezing your ass off by now”

Juyeon’s taunt was meant to joke around with you, and normally you’d scowl then proceed to pick at him right back. But maybe it was the way he looked under the stars, or the way your hand felt great in his as the feeling brought you warmth. Or it could be the proximity between you two, shoulders pressed against one another in comfort against the wind. Either way, the options had the same anxious thoughts of feeling the need to get over the stupid crush on your friend. Your heart tugged at the thought, it was hard to move on from someone who hid you snacks in your room every time he came over. But having a crush on your best friend who you just knew was too out of your league? That was even worse.

“Y/n, let’s bounce. I wanna start that new film series before my mom gets home from the pub!”

Oh thank God for Eric Sohn.

Mentally letting out a breath of relief, you loosened your grip from Juyeons hand, slipping away from his hold in the process. Bidding the boy goodbye, you waved over your shoulder before jogging to Eric as he began to skate back to his house. Juyeon, on the other hand, stood stone cold, watching the two of you exchange laughs and smacks on each other’s arms. He knew it was ridiculous to be pissed over two friends getting along, so why was he squeezing his jacket sleeves just a tad too hard? His jaw was slack, teeth nipping at cheeks as he yelled for the three idiots, who were still fussing over who got to ride with him home, to give him his keys.

Thankful that the trip to Eric’s was much shorter than what would have been your lonely walk home, you were pleased to already be walking up the steps of his farm porch. Knowing there was no formality needed to invite you in, Eric simply unlocked the door and waited for you to step inside before he relocked it.

Eric’s house, much like him, was always comforting. His house smelt of pine and vanilla, not surprising since he too smelt similar to that. Eric’s bedroom was on the 2nd floor, whereas his parents slept downstairs (which made for great sleepovers so you didn’t have to worry about waking his mom up who works 2nd shift).

Your shoes were tossed to the side of the wall next to Eric’s, knowing how strict his mom was when it came to keeping the house tidy, you had a designated spot for your shoes whenever you visited. Eric, who was now passing you one of the waters he grabbed from the fridge, motioned his head to the stairs, silently telling you to make way to his room.

For a teenage boy, Eric’s room wasn’t nearly as messy as one would think. His clothes were tucked away in his dresser drawers or hanging behind his closest doors, leaving the messiest thing to be his un-made bed. You plopped yourself onto the nearest side of the bed, making room for Eric on the other side. The radio that usually sat on his side table was tossed in between you two, Eric’s fingers nimbly flicking between the stations to find the baseball film he had been non-stop talking about. The TV downstairs was off limits until his parents were home, they were quite finicky as the cost for the larger box tv was a little too much to be accidentally broken by their energetic son.

Settling yourself into his pillows, you tugged the closest blanket over your torso, legs curled up to press against your chest. Eric’s sudden exclaim had you giggling at his victorious outburst, his arms fist pumping the air before turning the volume on the gadget up. Jumping beside you, the blonde shimmied to your side, wrapping one arm behind your back and the other behind his head.

“I cannot wait to watch this, Younghoon told me it was the best movie he’s ever seen!” Eric was going on and on, his eyes lighting up as if he were the same moon that glared down at Juyeon earlier. Juyeon. Right. Why did your brain have to bring him up? As if you couldn’t escape the mere presence of him, he was filling your thoughts just as often.

Noticing your lack of response, Eric craned his head down to see you pressed against his shoulder blade, eyes stuck on the bed sheets beneath you. He should have known it would be nearly impossible to have a night without the pitcher of their own baseball team being brought up.

“I can feel you staring at me”

Eric scoffed, flicking the side of your temple while looking back at the radio, “yeah well I bet my sheets could say the same thing.”

Left hanging, Eric took notice real quick at the feeling of something wet drip onto his jeans. His inner baseball player came out as he swiftly moved you up to eye height, hands pushing your shoulders back to rest against his bed frame.

“Hey, look at me”

Before you even had the time to react, Eric was already gently lifting your face up to meet his. Your eyes raised to meet Eric’s concerned brown ones, though your vision was much blurrier compared to his you could imagine. His thumb was soft against your cheeks, blue sleeves wiping the few tears that escaped past your waterline. You felt terrible. Not just because of the unreciprocated feelings you had on Juyeon. But seeing the way your usual happy-go-lucky friend was looking at you as if you were the most fragile thing on the planet- man, that stung.

“What can I do to help, Y/n?” Eric’s voice was gentle, barely audible even. His palms never left their spot against your cheeks, his fingers lightly tracing across your skin to bring you ease.

The truth was, you didn’t know how he could help. Deep down you knew there wasn’t anything anyone could do to relieve the ache you felt every time you saw Juyeon; everytime you remember that he wasn’t interested in you like that, how his heart wasn’t set on you like yours was for him. Not only did you feel utterly helpless, but you felt the gnawing feeling that you were only being annoying, making a big deal out of a stupid crush.

With a shaky breath, you placed your hands on Eric’s before pulling them down to your lap, “I want you to help me move on.”

“Are you sure you’re fine? Because I have no problem keeping you here until you are”

“Yes Eric, I promise I’m okay” you slipped your shoe over your heel, “besides, I’ll see you at school tomorrow so you’ll know if I’m not, right?”

The pout on his face raised enough that he could mumble a Pinky Promise, as he tightened his pinky around yours. You laughed at his childish antics, pulling him over for a hug, “pinky promise,” you patted the top of his head, his chest huffing after, “don’t forget to be at my house before 6! Juyeon gets there around 6:15 so I want you there before he is”

Eric nodded, pushing you towards the door, “okay leave now because I have no self control and will definitely not let you leave if you don’t go now”

Mumbling strands of okay with giggles spewn between, you finally made it out the door and began the ever boring walk home.

**As soon as you stepped inside your house house, the weight that you thought was lifted off your shoulders came hurling itself right back, and this time it brought shame along with it. Normally when you felt like shit, you’d make yourself a bowl of cereal, turn on your radio, and listen to whatever Elvis Presley interview was on. This time, thanks to Miss Shame, that wouldn’t be enough to cure your self-pity moment; no, it was time to call in the big gun.

** “I’m sorry, you did what?” Sangyeon sat across from you, his legs tucked under his butt as he shifted his position so he could properly look at you.

“I had sex with Eric” your voice trailed off at the end, eyes glued to your hands that currently were tugging off loose string on your jeans.

The sound of silence only made you more tense, terrified of what your eldest friend was thinking, or even feeling, at the moment. Growing frustrated with the lack of response, you begin to try and explain yourself- though the assertive tone that Sangyeon had when he called your name out had you quickly pursing your lips.

Sangyeon went on a tangent for what felt like forever, his hands doing the dramatics besides the substantial amount of sighs he produced, “I- I just don’t think I understand why, emphasis on the why by the way,” his hands finally went down from their long phase of being tossed around in the air, “you would go and do something so stupid like that?”

“I told you-“

“Stop, I understand what you told me,” the frustrated man interrupted you, “I’m just failing to see why you both thought it was the correct solution”

Quite frankly you were puzzled about it yourself. Fucking your other best friend, and the one you didn’t have feelings for, definitely wasn’t in the itenery when you joined the odd bunch of athletes. You were frustrated. Depressed. And just tired of being the last choice. And in the moment, sitting there being comforted by Eric, you finally felt like you were the most important person in the world and not just the star pitcher of your school’s baseball teams groupie.

“Eric only did it because he knew I was hurting, he just thought he was being a good friend- which he was. As for me, well I. God Sangyeon I just-“ A tissue suddenly sat in your open palm, sangyeon softly smiling as pointed at your eyes. What the hell? We’re you seriously crying right now? Wiping the stray tears that had fallen, you took a long chug of your water before continuing, “I just wanted to be something important for once. I didn’t want to be the pathetic little girl that had a crush on her best friend, Juyeon, the popular pitcher who could have the hearts of any girl on those stupid bleachers. I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I fucked up, huh?”

“Pft hell yeah you did”

At times, you forget just how blunt your friend was, this being one of those times as you sat with your eyebrows raised in slight shock at his confession. Sangyeon noticed your look, raising his hand at you to signal you to just listen.

“But we all make mistakes, right? Sure your mistake was Eric’s dick, but I guess that’s just what you needed to figure things out. Which, you need to definitely do as soon as possible because I have a hunch things are going to work out just fine” Sangyeon opened his arms, waiting for you to thank him with his favorite hug (news flash, he loved your hugs a lot.)

You squeezed your arms around him, slightly shaking you both back and forth. The sound of your thank you was muffled by the white and blue shirt he wore, causing you both to laugh at the disformed words. You leaned back, Sangyeons eyes still partially crinkled from laughing, “thank you for being the best dad a girl could have”

Sangyeon scoffed, his grin widening even more as he shoved you back, “whatever, weirdo”

Mondays. Also known as Satan’s asshole.

Eric kept his promise, showing up before Juyeon could arrive to take you to school like normal. That, you were eternally grateful for. You weren’t ignoring your best friend persay, just simply giving him space until you could realize what the hell you were going to do about your feelings. And that was starting today, as you and Eric skateboarded (or in your case walked) past Juyeon as he made his way down your street. You’d be lying if the look on his face didn’t make you want to run back to his car and apologize endlessly, but you were raised to be strong, and that’s what you were. Kind of.

The perks of baseball season consisted of seeing your cute guy friends in their uniforms, soft pretzels, and the excuse to get out of your house and sit in the warm summer sun. The downside? One of your cute guy friends was also the team’s pitcher who you were madly in love with.

Since you were the boyz’s (ha) best friend, you had attended every game since they formed the team 2 years ago. And even today, as you sit front row on the cold, metal bleachers, you were still cheering them on despite the fact you had sworn you were going to distance yourself from Juyeon. Maybe you would have succeeded in that promise, but the way Juyeon looked at you right now as he struck yet another player out, well, it had you wondering why you even thought of such a blasphemous idea in the first place.

With only one out remaining, the opposing team was bound to have to forfeit as the gap between the teams was only increasing. You could only imagine the pride running through your friends’ veins as they got even more amped up knowing they were soon to claim victory. The amount of talent they had could match their love for the game, the two qualities mixing to create one hell of a baseball team; you were sure even the opposing team could see that as their energy levels drained with each strike or out they received. And while you wanted to feel bad, you knew there was no use- because even the team who knew they were bound to lose, had smiles written on their faces while they half-fived their teammates when running past one another.

The sound of bats clinking against dugout cement floors, helmets being tossed to the side of the field and the overlapping good games being said to one another signified the end of the short-live scrimmage. Watching the boys finish their lineup and run to do their large group hug was heartwarming, the other fans in the audience snapping pictures with their disposable cameras could agree. Your moment of proudness was cut short as Haknyeon and Younghoon yelled for you to join them on the field, their hands waving frantically at you to get your attention. Not wanting to cause anymore attention to flood your way, you quickly gathered your bag and rushed to your boys, an embarrassed laugh bubbling in your throat as you were welcomed into the hug. Loud smacks were heard, the cheering players aiming to slap each other in utter happiness over their win- of course you ducked between their arms in an attempt to hide yourself from said slaps (unfortunately for you your ass was not covered and they gladly gave you a few victory whacks.)

“God pretty soon you guys are going to win the championships, then imma be the biggest groupie ever” your comment had the group in fits, heads shaking in amusement.

“Yeah well you’re the best groupie ever” sunwoo pushed your shoulder, a cheesy grin lighting up his face. Hollers and whoops were made in agreement, the two closest to you (Sunwoo and Jacob) tugging you closer into their sides so they could ruffle your hair (leaving you very displeased as you spent quite a while that morning carefully taking the hair rollers out to have stable curls). Trying to tame your now frizzy hair, you weren’t able to control the smile that grew to match the boys’ around you.

Seeing you smile wide in happiness and hearing the laughs that you fabricated, Juyeon couldn’t help himself from staring at you. Watching your nose crinkle from the side pokes the boys littered on you, or seeing the way your eyes were filled with light as you joked right along with the others, it only made the man wish you were standing next to only him and not his attractive friends. Normally, he wasn’t one to be possessive or even jealous. Though when it came to you, someone who’s supported him at every game, waken him up at the crack of dawn to adventure to the sea side of town, and have feverishly grown on him over the few years you've known him? He’s positive he’d go to the end of the world for you.

With the amount of time he spent with you, attached to one another's hips, it was utterly impossible for him to not have developed feelings for you. You were beyond sensational. In his eyes, you were a stellar person- someone with a heart of gold who would probably sell their soul to protect the ones they loved. You had always been the first person he’d call when he needed someone the most, there was never a second of doubt that you couldn’t help him through anything he went through. When he tore the ligament in his elbow and couldn’t participate in 2 weeks worth of games, he was devastated. He had spent forever just trying to wrap his head around the fact he couldn’t be there for his team when they needed him the most, beating himself up over an injury he couldn’t have prepared for. You were the only reason he kept going after that, why he continued to get out of bed everyday to watch his brothers practice even if he couldn’t do so himself. Truly, Juyeon knew you were his foundation. His beautiful, intoxicating, better-half best friend who he had finally realized, as he stood across from you now watching you look as perfect as ever in his extra jersey he gave you to wear at games, just how in love with you he was. And he has absolutely no idea what the hell he was going to do about it.

You weren’t dense, you could feel Juyeon’s non-trailing eyes on you. You didn’t think you made it obvious you were trying (and clearly failing so far) to distance yourself from him, unless he was that intelligent he knew something was off already, so why was he very blatantly staring at you? You couldn’t stop the questions from piling up, your thoughts keeping you distracted from the winners high the boys clearly still had. To meet his eyes and stand your ground was what you should have done, but alas, you squeezed your arms together and slipped away from the sweaty, compact group. With a mix of genuinely overheating due to being stuck to the sweating boys and the gaze Juyeon had locked on you, you were quite aware of how hot you felt at the moment. You tried to escape as quietly as possible, wanting nothing more than to get back to your house and sob until you the tears stopped flowing. Unfortunately for you, your group of friends all had overprotective spidey senses over you, practically able to sense your every move before you could even make it. The moment you turned your back from the group, you were instantly met with whines from the boys, a hand tugging you back to the middle of the circle.

“Eh eh eh, where do you think you’re going missy?” Chanhee poked your stomach, earning a light tap to his forehead from you in return.

You groaned in response, “I was trying to leaveee.” Noises of complaints erupted from the group, sounds of why’s and no’s sounding from each boy.

“Uh sorry but you can’t”

You turned around in Chanhee’s hold, head cocking in confusion. “Uh why not?” you mocked his tone. Chanhee opened his mouth to respond, his eyes rolling at your taunt. Though he was cut off before he could he even begin,

“Because. We can’t celebrate without you, you’re my- I mean- our good luck charm” Juyeon stuttered, just merely missing total embarrassment.

You, who was very much not expecting Juyeon to comment something like that, were quick to shut up. The internal struggle of what to say was hounding you, your eyes looking anywhere but Juyeon. So you hid closer to Chanhee instead, stealthily sneaking your hand behind him to pinch his elbow in an attempt to get him to help you out. Chanhee, getting the hint, smoothly answered for you, “Y/n would love to come, but unfortunately she has our psych project to working, right Y/n?” The white haired male looked at you, his eyes narrowing while he nudged your side.

“O-oh yeah. The projects worth a lot and I can’t take another bad grade in that class” you voiced, gaze finally meeting Juyeon’s. It didn’t take a genius to see the soft glaze of disappointment that lingered in his eyes, even after he masked it with a smile.

Taking that as your cue to exit, you waved at the group, their previous wide eyes and grins much more tamed as they stood glancing between you and their friend. They watched you walk away, waiting until they couldn’t see you or thought you couldn't overhear them to start murmuring amongst each other.

“So that was obviously a lie” Changmin stated as if it were a fact, his sight still locked to where you walked off at.

Jacob, who could either be considered too nice for his own good or just gullible, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what the brunette meant. Changmin, who was more than pleased to explain himself, responded to Jacob’s puzzled expression, “I’m in her psych class, and there’s no project due. At least that I’m aware of, anyhow”

Chanhee felt his heart jump out of his stomach, his stomach buzzing as he was caught in the lie. He had to cover for you, and yet he had absolutely no idea how. They already knew he was lying once, they would surely realize it a second time. He could feel the pairs of eyes make way to him, his fingers drumming against his thighs to ease his nerves.

“Well what I meant was-“

“He meant to say Y/n had thrown up earlier and wasn’t feeling up to the whole party scene” Sangyeon covered for his friend, locking eyes with Chanhee’s grateful ones as he mouthed a thank you in which Sangyeon nodded his head in approval.

The boys seemed to believe their captains' claim, most of them backing up and leaving it as is wanting to just celebrate their victory. Of course, Sunwoo hadn’t believed a word of what Sangyeon said. The round eyed boy snorted to himself, knowing very well as to why you left in such a rush. And then there was Juyeon, and even Hyunjae, who couldn’t help but feel there was a hidden truth to the line. Both boys chose to not speak up, deeming it as just a weird feeling instead.

“Anywho, can we go get food now? The other teams already leaving and we’re still standing here like weirdos” the youngests outburst had the group in fits, loud laughs filling their ears once again. Whining, Eric let out strings of protest as his friends shook his head and left him taps of affection on his butt. Leave it to Eric to lift the sour moods of his teammates, even if he himself was a bit tense.

The team was sure to have made an appearance at your group's famous hangout, meaning snagging a burger and fries on your way home had been out of the question. You opted to just scavenge your cupboards, hoping to find at least something dinner worthy; unfortunately, you were sure you’d end up eating ramen again, as per usual.

You were correct, ramen was indeed the main dish of the night, you had been remotely blessed with packs of spam to fry up along with some eggs and rice. Though you had been content with what you were able to eat, the rising feeling of guilt couldn’t stop itself from making an appearance as you sat alone at your small kitchen table. You couldn’t help but to imagine your friends right now, knowing fair well they were probably messing around and eating the familiar greasy food you all had grown to love. And yet here you were, eating dinner by yourself, just because you couldn’t grow a pair and accept that you had feelings for Juyeon. Instead, you went to the measures of ignoring not only him, but the 10 other people who had been nothing but great friends to you.

It wasn’t like you could just call them up, the diner only had one wall phone and it was for emergency use only, and your wall phone was currently broken as your dog had chewed the cord. And God forbid you walked all the way to the diner at this time of night, your anxiety would have you running right on back to the confines of your rural home as soon as you made it down your road. Regret was a thing you tried not to experience, you tended to just live doing what you liked and that was that. But this time, it was eating you up.

The food in front of you had gone cold, not that you cared considering your mind was obviously worrying about other things- or people. Your thoughts had drifted off to Juyeon, specifically to him earlier. Logic wanted you to believe that he was merely looking at you because of where you were standing, though your heart had other things in mind. No matter how many times you told yourself there was no way Juyeon could have reciprocated your feelings, something always told you to believe otherwise. Sure you knew he could have practically any girl he wanted, he was absolutely gorgeous and his personality was even better. But was it so hard to believe he could maybe, just maybe, like someone like you? His teams #1 fan who went to all of their matches. Someone who not only had his back, but your shared friends as well? You wanted to believe that, you really did. But why else would you be sitting here, alone, not with Juyeon?

Continuous knocking on your door startled you, your previously sulking shoulder now standing straight as you made way to the abrupt sound. You hadn’t expected your family home until rather late that night, considering they were an hour away at your aunts house. The boys were all at the diner, so you had presumed, and you didn’t exactly have other friends besides them. Maybe it was the tofu cart?

The halt your feet made as you opened the door was sudden, your eyes enlarging at the man in front of you. The wavy tuffs of black hair certainly did not belong to the tofu delivery man, unless he had a strikingly good looking son who looked way too similar to Juyeon you didn’t know about.

“Can I come in?” Juyeon looked down at you, hands twisting the ring on his fair in a habit of anxiety. He didn’t expect you to say no, which is why he sucked in a deep breath of anticipation as he entered your home.

You were fairly shocked yourself, following Juyeon’s figure as he went to his favorite spot in your house- the bar stool Island in your kitchen. It wasn’t surprising he went there, though it only spiked your nerves more knowing he chose to sit there instead of your bedroom; the two of you considered the counter in your kitchen your “deep discussion” area, it was a place you had always found yourselves in the early hours of the morning, talking about the little things that been bugging you lately. Which is why you couldn’t help the way your heartbeat sped up as you sat across from Juyeon, moving the scraps of your dinner to the side in order to have no distractions.

You weren’t sure what to say, deeming it as Juyeon must have had plenty in the way he tapped furiously st the countertop before jumping straight to the point. Oh how you wish you didn’t open the door.

“Are you in love with me?”

You understood what they felt in the movies now. When the camera pans in on the character during the aftermath of the climax, the environment around them seeming to slow down with a blur. “I-I’m sorry, what?” You choked back the saliva that had gotten stuck, not feeling like haphazardly dying in front of your crush.

Juyeon sighed, drawing his fingers back to his lap as he glanced up to you, “Eric told me what happened”

Now normally you weren’t one for violence, in fact, you were rather just passive aggressive in all that you did. But at the moment, you wanted nothing more than to strangle the blonde haired snitch. Placing your hands over your face, you let out a long drawn groan, “that little bitch, of course he did”

Juyeon couldn’t stop the short chuckle that escaped his lips, “you didn’t answer my question”

Apparently the opportunity to confess then be brutally rejected was a lot closer than you had hoped. It was now or never. You’d much rather choose never, but it seems that your friend couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.

“Yes”

“Yes what?” Juyeon spoke, unable to focus on anything but the way your mouth moved in response to the question.

“I’m in love with you. Did you really have to ask? I thought it was pretty damn obvious, myself” sarcasm rolled easily off your tongue as if it were a form of defense getting ready to face rejection.

Juyeon huffed, leaning forward to flick your forehead at your retort, “I had to make sure it wasn’t a one-sided thing, dummy”

The remark you had saved next was useless now, your tongue ostensibly getting caught in your throat. If now wasn’t a better time to choke on spit, what was? Juyeon jumped up from his seat, grabbing a water from the fridge to pass to your choking frame. You, unable to speak clearly, stuck a thumbs up in appreciation, to which he found incredibly cute.

After recovering from the fit, you finally made eye contact with the softly smiling boy in front of you for the first time since you (unwillingly) confessed, “does that mean I didn’t just get rejected?” Your lips were in a mix of a pout and smirk, your face resemble that of a duck.

“I love you too” Juyeon was grinning wide at this point, his heart pounding in his chest at the affectionate exchange.

You were beyond giddy, body quickly leaning close to Juyeon’s to press a soft, quick kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, neither of you could say anything, the fond gazes you had on one another and the heating of your cheeks conveying the right words for you. Juyeon, for one, was ready to do nothing but return the kisses- and that’s exactly what he did.

Note: Hi y’all, I’m back (kind of). This is my first full fledge AU, and I’m so happy it was for Juyeon! I’m a sucker for baseball tbz au’s, so I just had to make one myself! Stay tuned for a special announcement regarding Star Pitcher ;)

Extra Note: pls don’t be afraid to leave feedback (reply, message, reblog), it would help me tremendously and I’d really appreciate it! I love seeing what y’all think! :)

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Watching You

Draco x Y/n

Summary: You get mad at Draco and find yourself in a bad situation

Warnings: Alcohol, angst, Cormac being gross, fluff.

You & Draco had been together for a little over a year now and things were amazing to say the least. He treated you like the princess you truly were. He showered you with expensive gifts even when you told him it was too much, he made sure to walk you to every class, he held you close when you were stressed out or upset, he took care of you when you were sick, there really wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you.

Draco was head over heels for you and you knew that. Yet you still had trouble with accepting the fact Pansy Parkinson would never stop pining over him. For years now she’s been obsessed and Draco’s shot her down plenty of times. You thought your relationship would cause her to back off, but it only got worse. She was constantly trying to prove she could be better than you, which in Draco’s eyes was impossible.

You and your roommate Daphne were making your way to the quidditch field to watch Slytherin’s 2nd match against Gryffindor. The two of you were conversing about Slughorn’s latest assignment when you heard Pansy’s god awful voice.

“Oh Drakey, you’re going to do amazing in todays game against Gryffindor I just know it!” Pansy said in a giddy tone while running her hand up Draco’s arm.

“Thanks Pansy.” Draco replied while giving her a look that basically said to go away but that didn’t stop her.

“Potter has nothing on you. I mean look at you, you’re so fit and you’re so good at everything you do.” she said while batting her eyelashes at him and gripping his bicep. That’s when you had enough and you stormed off walking back up to the school not sticking around to watch the match. Why the hell was Draco letting this happen? you thought to yourself. Little did you know he had a select choice of words for Pansy after you left.

You were sulking in your dorm when the match had ended. You didn’t care to come out of your room and congratulate the team. Daphne had just busted through the door in search for you, “Y/n! There you are, we won!! And before you say anything I know your upset but I am going to drag you to the common room party whether you like it or not!” she said while making her way over to you.

“Daph, ugh. I’m just so annoyed with Draco right now I don’t know if I wanna see him.” you replied to her while she gave you a sad smile.

She leant down in front of you, “Y/n, that’s the whole reason we need to go. Let’s get you up, get dressed all pretty and make Draco all flustered over you, yeah?” she said while pulling you to get up, you let out a sigh and nodded.

You put on an emerald green & black checkered high waisted skirt and a black sweater crop top to pair with. You clipped your silver necklace with your initial on it around your neck, slipped on your rings, and put on black booties to tie it all together. You looked in the mirror, fixed your hair a little bit and were satisfied with your look. “You look so hot y/n, now let’s go!” Daphne said while dragging you away from the mirror and into the common room.

The lights were dim, music was blaring, the smell of alcohol was prominent in the air, and students were all over the Slytherin common room. Daphne and yourself headed over to the drink table to start your night. Theo and Blaise were already handing the two of you fire whiskey shots, and you both downed them ready for another.

The four of you had been standing by the table for a couple minutes now conversing and taking shots when you started to feel the alcohol rush to your head. You spotted your boyfriend across the room looking as good as ever in his dark black suit. The alcohol was making you feel confident and you got the sudden urge to make him jealous. You leaned over to Daphne and whispered in her ear to dance with you.

The two of you were standing in between other students swaying to the music and giggling while tripping over each other’s feet. Draco’s eyes have been locked on you the entire time, he knew you were upset with him and he knew to let you cool off a bit before saying anything. So he kept his distance all while keeping a close eye on you. That’s when he noticed the disgusting look on Cormac McLaggens face as he watched you sway your hips.

You were starting to feel extremely hot and a little bit dizzy so you told Daphne you were going to slip out into the hallway quick for some air. You had no idea as you were heading out Cormac got the idea to follow you.

The air in the halls was ten times cooler than in the sweaty booming common room. You decided to walk down the hall a bit and lean against a large pillar in front of a window. You were gazing into the night sky catching your breath when arms wrapped around you from behind. You rolled your eyes thinking it was Draco to turn around and be met with Cormac’s dark eyes.

You could smell the alcohol coming off his breath as he pushed you back into the wall, “What the hell are you doing McLaggen?” you questioned him trying to push him away.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t want it sweetheart.” Cormac said while pushing his left shoulder into your chest. Your right arm was pinned against his torso, and you were trying to push him away with your left.

“Stop, come on don’t!” you cried, as his hand started to slide up your right thigh and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Draco doesn’t have to know don’t worry.” he said breath hot against your skin making you cringe.

Draco had only taken his eyes off of you for a minute to get another drink. When he walked back to his seat he realized you were gone, and that’s when he noticed Cormac gone too.

“Get off Cormac, i’m serious!” You yelled one more time trying to plead with him. As you said that Draco came busting out of the common room coming your way fast.

“Get your filthy hands off her! Stupefy!” He yelled raising his wand and shooting the spell at Cormac sending him flying to the end of the hall.

He stood up abruptly trying to brush himself off and started to speak “Malfoy its not what it looks li- But Draco cut him off, “Get the bloody hell out of here before I use my fist instead of my wand!” he yelled to McLaggen causing him to book it back to the dorms.

Draco spun around fast to be met with you sitting on the ground back against the wall, a blank stare on your face as tears rolled down your redden cheeks. He knelt down in front of you grabbing your hands in his own. “Hey, hey love, it’s alright. You’re okay now I promise.” Draco said delicately brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Dray.. I’m sorry!” You cried dropping your head low.

He quickly wrapped you in his arms, “No.. no Y/n don’t be sorry. I’m sorry! I had been watching you all night I swear I had my eyes on you the whole time and next thing I knew you were gone. You have no idea how I felt seeing you out here in that position. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight..”

You looked up into his eyes, “Don’t be, I shouldn’t have been ignoring you. It was stupid, I was jealous and I decided to get stupid drunk in spite. It was my fault.” you said tears filling your eyes again thinking about what just happened a few minutes ago.

Draco grabbed your face to meet his stormy eyes, “Don’t you ever say something like that is your fault. No matter the situation you did nothing wrong y/n, absolutely nothing. And I hope you know when you left the match earlier today I told Pansy off. I told her she’d never compare to you, I told her I wouldn’t give her the time of day because I have you... Now please tell me what you need love?” he said while caressing your cheek.

“Please just hold me Dray..” you asked with pleading eyes.

“Of course, whatever you want. But let’s get you back to my dorm, alright?” he replied and you nodded.

You stepped into his prefect dorm taking in his intoxicating scent that filled the room. You slowly walked over to his bed kicking off your boots and flung yourself down. Draco sat next to you and put a hand on your thigh, and you shifted your gaze to his.

“May I?” he asked gesturing to your clothing, and you nodded.

He started to slowly take off your sweater, and then your skirt, all while simultaneously kissing around your face. He then folded your clothes and laid them on his dresser, and pulled out a large black t-shirt for you to sleep in.

You slipped it on and laid down getting comfortable as you watched him change into his sweats. He made his way over to you and gently crawled under the covers. Draco wrapped his arms around you, letting you lay your head in the crook of his neck. He looked down at your now relaxed state and kissed your forehead softly.

“I love you y/n, and I’ll never let anyone hurt you.. Sleep well my love.” he whispered.

You nodded against his chest and mumbled a quiet “I love you too.” as you fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

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A/N: Hi all, i’m not sure how I feel about this one.. kinda like it kinda don’t. Lmk! Thank you for reading<3

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a kindness.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: it is loving megan kane hours!! i’ve been working on this one for a while and i am so excited to share it with you!! we have ajf!pleasure is my business at last! as always, tell me what you think!! i adore your feedback. also, if you’re thinking ‘what the hell, tali! why am i missing from the tag list?????’ it’s because i redid it! the link to the form is below.

words: 4.8k warnings: language, canon-typical death, canon-typical discussion of sex work

summary: “i believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.” ― steve martin. au!february 2009

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You rap twice on the office door before pushing it open with your fingertips, peering inside while ready to retreat at a moment’s notice.

There’s no need. Aaron’s alone. 

“You’re here early,” he says, his eyes still on his paperwork. 

You snort. “So are you.” 

He looks at you over his nose. “Can I help you with something?”

Sitting down opposite him at his desk, you prop your chin on your hands and grin at him. “You stole my line.” 

“Get out of my office.” 

Your smile stays plastered on your face as you stand and cross the room, closing the door behind you. On your way out, you catch the ghost of his smile. 

+++

You watch Hotch leave the bullpen, his go-bag slung over his shoulder. 

“Where you headed?” You ask, looking up. You’re still the only one in the bullpen, taking a few consults off your teammates’ hands by typing up quick briefs they can review without going through every single comma in the file. 

He sighs. “Dallas.”

Yikes. 

“By yourself?”

He sighs. “Standby - not sure what’s going on yet. Can you -” He gestures to the hallway behind you.  

You nod and stand. “Yeah. Fly safe.” 

After you watch him leave, you turn and make a beeline for JJ’s office. She’s here early, too - pushing away the separation anxiety by diving into work. 

“Jayje?” 

She looks away from her computer, looking exhausted. “Yeah?” 

“Hotch just left for Dallas - we might have a case there, but it didn’t sound like something that would come across your desk.” 

She squints. “Why d’you say that?” 

“He had that look on his face like he was going into a room full of lawyers.” 

+++

You lean forward, jamming yourself into the circle around the table with the rest of your team. Hotch, on the other end of the line, sounds oddly well-rested. 

Spencer, as usual, gives you the history and textbook briefing before you get to the actual case. “Female serial killers are a fascinating field. We don't have much information on them, but what we do know involves throwing the rules completely out the window. Signature, for instance. They don't torture or take trophies.” 

“Because there’s no sexual gratification when a woman kills,” Derek adds. 

Looks like we’re all getting in on the pre-brief today. 

“Exactly. Murder is the goal. They don't have to do anything extra.” 

That makes you laugh a little. “So, basically, women are more efficient at killing?” 

Spencer shrugs. “Historically, they’ve had body counts in the hundreds.” 

Hotch, of course, is the one to get you all back on track. “So, assuming that the job is the stressor, what are some of the reasons prostitutes kill their customers?”

Derek, of course, is the first to follow. “Money, drugs, post-traumatic stress disorder…”

The team bounces for a moment, covering previous cases of serial killers with a history of sex work. Emily brings up Allison Wuornos, but Aaron shuts it down. He thinks this killer is organized, not so much driven by trauma or need but the mission itself. 

Spencer looks at the medical examiner’s reports again, comparing notes between the victims. “She’s using tetra-methylene-disulfotetramine.” 

You don’t look up from the same report. “Bless you.” 

Emily snorts. 

Spencer continues, unperturbed. “It’s a popular rat poison in China - easily soluble in alcohol.” 

“Poison is the perfect M.O.,” Dave notes. “Quiet, quick, and the victims never see it coming because they think they’re getting lucky.” He turns back toward the phone. “Does that mean something to you?” 

“Well, at $10,000 a night, these men are paying for discretion as well as sex.” 

Fair point.

“She has a history with them. They see her repeatedly.” 

You look over at Dave, trying to find the thread that connects Aaron’s thought to his.

Before you can really get to it yourself, Aaron spells it out for you. “She didn't decide to kill them in the moment. She walks in with the intent to kill them and she's doing it before she sleeps with them.” 

There we go. 

“So she's not just organized,” you add. “She's also methodical. Could she be parsing out which clients are worth killing and which aren’t?” 

“Maybe the victims all share the same fetish?” Emily offers. 

Derek shrugs, his eyebrows raised in thoughtful agreement. “Both victims were in their fifties, highly visible. Careful about their image. I mean, if they were kinky in the same way, they'd go to great lengths to hide it.” 

“And we're facing a corporate culture that'll do everything it can to keep us out.”

There’s the exhaustion I’m used to from Hotch. 

He sounds weird without it. 

“Actually,” JJ says, “I had some luck there. Hoyt Ashford's wife isn't too happy with how he died. But because every silver lining has a dark cloud, the hedge fund released a statement.” 

JJ pulls the statement from her file and reads aloud: “Ashford died peacefully in his home, according to lawyer David Madison.” She puts it down again. “They're already trying to close ranks.” 

Spencer frowns. “Does that language sound familiar to anyone else?” 

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

“The press release from the first victim.” He recalls, not needing the paper itself. “‘According to company lawyer, Stanton died peacefully in his home.’” 

Hotch begins to make assignments, directing Emily and Derek to the wife of the second victim. JJ’s tasked with the lawyers and you’re tasked with setup at the precinct with Spencer and Dave. When he’s done, you pick your phone up from the table, taking him off speaker. 

“What are you gonna do?” You ask.

Hotch snorts. “I’m gonna see which of the lawyers calls us back and in the meantime, see what I can get out of anyone else.” 

“Good luck.” 

+++

You’re up in your hotel room, getting a little bit settled and unpacked when you get a call to your cell. 

“Hey, Hotch.” 

There’s a sigh. “We got another body.” 

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” 

+++

You hop out of the car, following Aaron through the service entrance and up the back hallways to the lobby. Between your travel from your room and Aaron’s wrap-up in his, Derek and Dave beat you to the scene. 

Hotch is wearing that coat - your favorite, the one he’s apparently had for years - with the red lining and the soft wool exterior. It so rarely sees the field anymore you were afraid he’d done away with it, but every time you remember it exists and worry about its whereabouts, he brings it out again. 

Derek hands you a notebook when you reach him. You settle near Dave for the rest of the info. He, of course, delivers. 

“Victim was Joseph Fielding. He was the CFO here.” 

You frown. “Poisoned? Like the others?” 

“And staged,” Derek says. “She killed him in his office and then rolled him out here to be found.” 

“The lipstick's new,” you muse, circling the body in the elevator. “Done postmortem, it looks like.” You find Derek’s eyes with a little frown. “Reid said female serial killers don't leave a signature. I think she did that just for us. She's already exposed him at his most vulnerable.”

He hums. “Now she wants to be noticed.”

There’s some kind of scuffle at the police line - another man in a suit who thinks he’s more important than God. 

Hopefully he’s looking for Hotch. 

“Which one of you is Aaron Hotchner?” 

Ugh. Good. 

You step back and point at Aaron, getting out of his way as he shoves past the crime scene techs. 

Aaron turns. “I'm Hotchner.” 

“Larry Bartlett.” The man holds out his hand, but Aaron doesn’t take it. He retracts his hand with an unperturbed tilt of his head. “I represent Mr. Fielding in Webster Industries. 

Hotch, as usual, has no time for his bullshit. “This is a closed crime scene, Mr. Bartlett.” 

My lawyer could kick your lawyer’s ass. 

That’s a good bumper sticker. 

You shake off your thought and return to the victim, directing one of the younger crime scene techs. After a moment, you return to Derek’s side. 

“Yes. I spoke to Ellen Daniels.” This clown still sounds far too confident for his own good. “She said you're a very... reasonable man.” 

“Escort him out, please.”

You stifle a laugh. 

“No, wait. Please.” The lawyer - Mr. Bartlett - shrugs off the security team and chases after Hotch on his way to your side.  

Aaron stops, but looks inconvenienced in the extreme. 

“The press is outside and they can smell blood. Any way we can handle this discreetly?” 

“We're not about to lie for you.” Derek’s even less amused than Aaron, if that’s even possible. 

Aaron squints at the other lawyer, and you find it nearly impossible to tear your gaze from the little pinch at the corners of his brown eyes. 

You can only imagine him behind a prosecutor’s bench, laying into witnesses with the same deadpan amusement - like a bored cat with a half-dead mouse. Hoping to back him up a little bit, you get a little closer, looking skeptically at the lawyer from over Aaron’s shoulder. 

“You don't have to lie,” Mr. Bartlett insists, his eyes flickering to you. “Just don't comment.” 

“Excuse us.” He takes you by the shoulder and leads the three of you into a huddle. 

“Is there any reason to go public yet?” Aaron asks. 

Dave wavers. “Validating her is exactly what she wants.”

“If we hold back, she's more likely to make a mistake,” Derek says. 

You raise your eyebrows, looking over your shoulder for a moment. “He doesn't need to know that.” 

Hotch’s mouth twitches, and you know it’s almost a smile. He turns over his shoulder, back in game mode as he approaches Bartlett again. “We need everything you have on Fielding. Bank accounts, tax records, emails, everything.” 

+++

“Eighteen cars, six houses, and three boats.” Spencer rattles off the numbers with only the barest hint of shock in his voice. 

Your brow pinches and you look up. “Can you even boat in Dallas?” 

“You know, when you're talking about that much money, ten grand for a call girl is like deciding where to go for dinner.” 

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience, Em,” you laugh. 

She rolls her eyes, still pinning photos to the board. “Yeah, right. My mom had a pretty cushy gig with her postings, but we were never that well-off. But...” She looks over her shoulder, “I’m sure Rossi would know a little something about that.”  

Before you can all get too out of control, Hotch reaches over you to connect to Garcia on the speakerphone. “Are you there, Garcia?” 

“Affirmative.” 

JJ flags him down. “I have half a million over here for something called the Bat Cave...” 

It really takes everything in you not to laugh. 

“...and here's a picture of him as fetish Batman. That is… wrong.” 

Emily pulls a face. 

“Is there anything this guy didn't like to spend money on?” Spencer asks.  

“Yeah,” Aaron replies. “His ex-wives. Fielding was married four times. He didn't have prenups for the first two, but he did everything he could to cut them off anyway.” 

You lean forward, trying to see the paper in his hands. “Are there children involved?” 

“Yes, with three of the wives.” He hands it over to you and looks at Emily. “Hoyt Ashford was married a few times, too, wasn't he?” 

She nods in the affirmative. 

“You know, considering that when Kevin takes me to dinner and a movie, he defaults on his student loans, this amount of money is sick.” 

Tell me about it, Pen. 

Emily sounds resigned. “What did you find?” 

Garcia outlines a series of bitter court battles about child support, alimony, custody, etc. “And even when the court ruled in the wife’s favor - which was almost always - these three charmers just, you know, decided not to pay.” 

Hotch asks for a cross-checked list of high-profile Dallas CEOs holding out on their ex-wives, and you figure it’s not a short one. 

“One loaded losers list, Dallas edition, comin' at ya. Penelope out.” 

The line goes dead and Aaron turns off the speaker.  

“So,” Aaron leans heavily on the table. “Why would a prominent businessman who could easily pay child support refuse to?” 

Spencer obliges. “For this type of overachieving personality, paying money after the marriage ends probably offends him.” 

“They're spending tens of thousands on an escort, but they won't drop a dime on their wife and kids? That's cold.” JJ shakes her head and looks over at Hotch, seeking an answer. 

“Narcissistic, self-absorbed, a pathological avoidance of paternal responsibilities.” 

There’s an odd kind of look that passes over Aaron’s face as he speaks, and you pin it for later. You can already tell he’s falling into a headspace that’s fraught with comparison and self-loathing. 

They bounce around for a moment while you keep your eyes on Aaron. 

“Well,” JJ brings you back. “Should I assemble the police for a profile?” 

Your mouth twists. “I just don't think it's gonna help.”

“She lives in a completely different world than they do,” Aaron adds. 

“And,” Emily pipes up, “the CEOs who sleep with her won't admit to it.” 

JJ snorts. “Like I couldn't even get past the team of lawyers protecting them.” 

“What if we give the profile to the corporate lawyers?” Aaron stands straight, his hands resting on his hips. “They've cleaned up after her, even if they don't realize that they've seen this woman.” 

“Why would they go for that?” You ask. 

“Because she's putting them at risk, too.”

Your phone rings and you answer as you always do, chirping your last name into the receiver without really looking too closely at the caller ID. 

“Hey, it’s me.”

You nod once to your team as you step out of earshot. “Hey, Haley.”

“I can’t get a hold of Aaron. Is everything alright?” She’s beyond surprise or concern at this point. You’re sure you could tell her Aaron’s been shot in the head and she’d probably just hum at you. 

“Yeah,” you say with a sigh. “Things are crazy and there are lawyers all wrapped up in this. Are you alright?”

“Jack’s got a fever - I just wanted to let Aaron know I’m taking him in to get checked out. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Okay, thanks. I’ll let him know. Give Jack a big kiss from me and I’ll do my best to get us all home quickly and in one piece.” 

She laughs a little into the phone. “Thanks. Will do. Talk soon.” 

You hang up and return to the table, shooting Hotch a significant look. He nods and pulls you aside. 

“What’s up?” 

“Jack has a fever - Haley just wanted me to let you know she’s taking him to the pediatrician to get him all checked out, just in case. I told her we’d all do our best to get home soon.” 

Aaron sighs and flips his phone in his hand. “I’ll call her now…”

“No need. She knows this is a tough one and you’re getting your money’s worth out of your JD this week.” 

When he starts to walk away, you call his name again. He turns. 

“You know - um.” You wet your lips and swallow. “You’re not like these guys. You know that, right? You’re a great dad.” 

His face lifts in surprise for a fraction of a second before he recovers. 

“Thank you,” He says. “Really.”

You offer him a crooked smile. “Anytime.”

+++

Hotch stops you all before you enter the conference room, full to the brim with suits and pantsuits. “Let me lead on this one. I’ve handled corporate lawyers like this before and they can smell blood.” He snorts. “This time, it’s their own.” 

You and Derek raise your hands in simultaneous and identical postures of surrender. 

“Have at it,” you say, falling into line behind Aaron. “Corporate lawyers scare the fuck out of me.” 

+++

“Hey, Prentiss. Got a whip?” Derek holds the leather outfit to Emily’s shoulders and she laughs. 

“Yeah, right.” 

You fondly roll your eyes at them and continue following off Aaron’s right shoulder. The two of you reach the bookshelf - an impressive glass case that runs from the floor to the ceiling. 

 Aaron’s gloved finger opens the case and runs over some of the spines. “Antique first editions on the bookshelves.” 

Rossi quips something about porn in the DVD player while Spencer espouses about the merits of a disposable, adaptable lifestyle in this line of work. 

“Well, these aren't just for show,” Aaron says. “The spines are cracked. Somebody's read these.” 

You peer over his shoulder. “Who reads Voltaire in French?” 

“Someone with good taste. Probably well-educated…”

You pick up where he trails off. “We profiled that she learned to fake privilege. What if she's not faking it?” 

“You're saying maybe she came from money the whole time?” 

You shrug. “It’s a possibility, at least.” 

Just then, the apartment phone rings. 

“Prentiss should answer,” Aaron says. “If it's a customer, she'll get more information out of them.” 

You hum, hedging your bets a little. ‘Unless she's calling in for her messages.” 

Too late. Derek’s already on the phone with Penelope. “Yeah, Baby Girl, we're getting a call to this line. Can you work some magic?” 

“I don't have a trap-and-trace in place yet. Give me a few. I'm gonna stay on the line.” 

Aaron gives her the go-ahead. “Prentiss, get ready to vamp.” 

The voicemail picks it up before Emily can so much as reach for the phone. 

“Hi, it's me. You know what to do.” Beep. 

“...Aaron.” 

You turn your head so fast you throw your neck out. You raise a hand to the crick and work it with your fingers. Aaron’s too busy frowning at the phone to notice. 

“I know you're up there. Pick up… Aaron Hotchner... Hello?” She drags out her words, almost flirting with everyone listening. 

With a sigh, Aaron pushes past the rest of you, silently counts to three, and picks up the phone while Emily clicks the speakerphone button. 

“I'm at a disadvantage. You seem to know my name, But I don't know yours. Can we start there?” 

Nice start. 

The game has begun. 

“I thought I could trust you, Aaron.”

What? 

The pinch between his brows deepens. “Who says you can't?” 

“I want to. I even looked you up online. Is that strange?”

Yes.  

“No.” Aaron wets his lips and begins to pace, the gears whirring in his head. “It's flattering to be noticed by a woman like you.” 

The woman continues as if he hasn’t said anything at all. “And I thought you were so... upstanding. I watched the presentation you gave on school shootings. I found it posted on YouTube...” 

She has good taste. That’s an excellent presentation. 

“...And for a moment, I actually thought there were still good people in the world.” 

“But I've disappointed you, haven't I?” He asks. “Just like all the other men in your life Who've walked out on their families, Who deserve to be punished.” 

“Did you walk out on your family?” 

His eyes flicker to you and you nod, nearly imperceptibly, reminding him he’s not alone. “No. My wife left me.” 

“Do you have kids?” 

“I have a son.” 

A sweet, thoughtful, perfect son. 

You smile a little, thinking of Jack, but it disappears when you remember that he’s home sick with Haley, probably having a miserable time. 

“How often do you see him?” She asks. 

 “I try to see him every week.” 

“Do you see him every week?” The question is mocking, smothered in dark amusement that could almost be called sarcasm save for its bitterness.  

“No,” Aaron’s eyes fall to the floor. “No, I don't get there as often as I want.” 

“I believe you.” Her response is softer, and you think she might make a decent profiler if she wasn’t on the other side. 

She is a profiler. 

In some ways, you suppose it’s true. She has to read and respond to everything her clients do, say, how they behave. It makes her good at her job and you good at yours. 

Same skillset, very different application. 

“But don't compare yourself to the men I see,” she continues. “You are nothing like them. You're just another whore.” 

Never in my life did I ever think I’d hear someone call Aaron Hotchner a whore. Unironically. 

That catches everyone’s attention, even Derek’s, still on hold with Penelope. 

“How am I a whore?” He asks. 

“You come when called. You do their bidding. In hotels you take the side elevator to avoid crowds, while the men who pay your salary walk across the ivory marble foyer into their cars.” 

Derek, behind you, presses. “Garcia.” 

You can hear her, faintly. “I'm in on the landline. Triangulating the cell. Give me like sixty seconds.” 

You gesture to Aaron when he looks. Keep going. 

He nods. “But I'm just frustrating you, aren't I?” 

She sighs, sounding a little impatient for the first time. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, you want to show the world all these bad men and my investigation's just getting in your way.” 

“No, Aaron.” You almost startle, her tone escalating to a deeply frustrated shout. “You're not doing your job! You don't want to arrest me, you don't want me in custody because you're in their pocket.” 

She’s crying now, actively. “You just want me to disappear, just like they do.” 

“Truthfully, I'm only interested in finding you.” 

Now that’s a tone you recognize - you’ve heard it when he talks to Haley. Most recently, when he couldn’t make it to some appointment or another. It’s one that’s disarming in the extreme, soft, but not condescending. 

“You've been betrayed so many times, You don't know who to trust, And that's why that first murder felt so good. But each one since has been less and less satisfying. You know that's going to continue.” He pauses, letting his words sink in. “Am I right?” 

Just like Haley always does, the woman loses steam, sniffling once before answering. “Yeah.”

“Come to me and turn yourself in. I will make sure that you get the help you need. I won't let you disappear.” 

“If we met under different circumstances... I could believe that. I won't let you cover this up.” 

A gunshot rings through the line and you flinch, turning to Derek just as the line goes dead. You know Penelope will have something for you soon. 

She never fails, directing you to an address only moments after the elevator doors close in front of the team. 

+++

Once you found Megan Kane, it was easy enough to find her father. 

You could empathize with her mission well enough after meeting him. He’s shrouded by his lawyers - detached and seemingly indifferent to anything Aaron had to say. 

Aaron starts the car and you settle back into the seat. “So, the wall of lawyers strikes again.” 

A shadow of a smile ghosts around the creases at the corners of his eyes. “So it seems.” 

“What’s next?” 

“We tail him - home and office. He’ll meet with her soon enough.” 

Your brow furrows. “Not to protect her, right? It doesn’t seem like he cares that much.” 

Aaron turns, placing his hand on the back of your seat as he pulls out of the parking spot. You’re momentarily distracted as he turns back, spinning the wheel with the heel of his hand and gunning it out of the garage. 

Focus. 

“No,” he says. “Think about it.” 

It comes to you only seconds later. “To protect himself.” 

“There you go.” He turns to you, another little smile threatening. “You’re getting pretty good at this.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been here over a year, Hotch. I’d fucking hope so.” 

You’re rewarded with a real smile, and it’s enough. 

+++

You take Derek’s six through the hotel, clearing the floors and reporting back to the rest of the team. SWAT is in full deployment, clearing the hard-to-reach areas like the stairways and rooftops, just in case. 

Aaron catches up to you, taking the four o’clock position off your left shoulder as Derek breaches the door. 

The gun and chilled champagne sit like ironic centerpieces on the entry table, but they hardly use any of your bandwidth as you clear the room, your vision narrowed by the sight of your service weapon. 

You hold a hand up when you catch the figure on the balcony. “Hotch.” 

He squints, and you move to raise your gun again and make the arrest, but he stops you with a hand over yours. “Easy.” 

There’s a question in your eyes. 

He, of course, answers it. “She knows it’s over.” 

Just then, she places an empty champagne glass on the table where you can see it. 

“I’ll call 911,” Derek says, stepping out and closing the door behind him. 

You turn to leave with Derek, but catch Aaron’s open hand, subtly signaling you from just under his hip.  

Stay here. It says. Stay close. 

So, you stay. You lean on the far wall of the hotel room, watching Aaron hold the hand of this dying, hurting woman. They’re speaking softly, and she smiles at him when she drops something into his hand. His eyes are soft, gentle, not even searching. Just warm. 

You feel for her. 

It’s the best way to go, you think. If there was ever a time you were dying before your time, you’d want Aaron there, holding your hand, telling you he was going to continue the work that killed you, that it was gonna be okay. 

“How could your wife have ever left someone like you?” You hear her ask. 

As much as you love Haley, the same question often floats through your head, and your heart aches for this woman who’s been able to see Aaron so clearly, even if she’s only seeing him for the first time now. 

“You’re the first man I’ve ever met who hasn’t let me down.” 

You creep forward, further into Aaron’s eyeline, and sit on the edge of the couch. She’s close to her last breath and you can feel it - so can Aaron. His eyes flicker to you for a moment before returning to her. 

Megan’s voice is full of tears when she asks, “Will you stay with me?” 

You have a feeling it isn’t the first time she’s asked the question and you find yourself hoping Emily will be particularly rough with the handcuffs when she apprehends Mr. Kane. Hopefully he didn’t make it past the checkpoint and is still on-site.  

“Yes.” Aaron is solemn, so sincere, so genuine it makes your heart ache. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” 

You’re not even sure he realizes it, but he’s doing her a great kindness - one that many would not offer. 

It’s because he is good.

A good man. 

The tension drains out of her, and she grips tightly to Aaron’s hand as she fights through her final breaths. His hands are gentle, his attention only on her. He looks more like a father in this moment than any other time you’ve known him. She’s safe. She knows she can die in peace. 

Once more, you hope you have the opportunity to leave this plane of reality in such safety, when your time comes. 

When she’s gone, he places her hand in her lap and takes a moment to brush the hair off of her face, pressing the back of his fingers to her temple as if checking her for fever. 

After a minute or so, he turns to you, and you hope the pride and respect coursing through you is evident in your gaze. You pull an evidence bag out of your pocket, but he shakes his head, pocketing the SIM card. 

You rise as he gets closer, returning the evidence bag to your pocket. He’s clearly affected, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. 

Opening your arms to him, he wilts into you, allowing you to gather him into your shoulder. His arms are loose around your waist, his fingers wrapped around his opposite wrist as an anchor. It’s a rare moment of vulnerability and you’d hate to make him feel anything less than safe. 

You still have a minute or so before they all come stomping through the door to collect Megan’s body. 

“I’m sorry, Hotch.” 

He shrugs. “I don’t know why this one hurts.”

Your arms tighten around him. “It’s okay. I feel it, too.” 

A deep, shaky breath rolls through him. 

“She’s right, you know.” You almost regret your words, afraid you’re giving yourself away. 

“What?”

“You didn’t let her down. You’re a good man.” 

His jaw tightens, and you can feel it against your neck where his head falls into your shoulder. 

“Oh, stop. You’ve never let me down.” Your hand reaches up, stroking the back of his head, carding your fingers through the hair. “She died knowing you kept your promise.” 

+++

You look up to Aaron’s office when news of the leak breaks, finding his silhouette haunting the window, staring at the television. 

A ghost of a smile crosses his face, and he turns back to his desk, settling back down to work. 

+++

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[shoto-hoedoroki]

Cuffed, a smut by shoto-hoedoroki (NSFW, 18+)

Shoto Todoroki x fem reader, Tags: Handcuffs, boyfriend, sexting, spanking, slight pain kink, hair pulling, fem receiving oral, mirror usage, aged up characters

Word count: 4.2k

This is my first smut piece, so I’m super excited about it, just been horny about a few of the mha boys recently tbh, alr here we go :)

PS: would def do a part 2 if this gets appreciated, might do one regardless, lol!

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Ah, team dinners. Always memorable but rarely a joy. You sat near the end of the long wooden dining table between Moms and Su. Across from you sat your boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki, who sat between Izuku and Ochoa.

You and Shoto hadn’t been dating for that long — only around ten months. You’d had sex around the six month mark and it had been intense, to say the least. You and Shoto had an immediate, undeniable passion that couldn’t be ignored.

Recently, you’d been testing the waters with each of your respective sexual desires. It was out of both of your controls, for in the bedroom you lost yourselves to each other. Each first attempt at a new kink was hesitant, but once you both asserted that you were comfortable with it, reigns loosened completely and you had each other. You loved seeing the uncontrolled, heated sexual drive in Shoto’s eyes. He was insatiable. He was your drug.

This week of training at UA had been unforgiving. You’d barely had time with Shoto and you were having serious withdrawals. You could tell through the subtle way that Shoto eyed you from across the table that he was lusting for you in the same way. His eyes, unreadable to most, showed you a dark desire that needed to be satisfied.

Your end of the dining table held kind conversation. Su and Momo were giving Ochaka encouraging words about her training, while Izuku and Todoroki listened and interjected when necessary.

“You’ll figure out a way around the nausea, Ochaka,” Su said, “You always have before.”

“Yeah, I’m just stressed out because everyone else is doing great with their new moves. I don’t wanna fall behind . . .” Ochaka lifted her palms up to her blushing cheeks and spared a quick glance towards Izuku.

“You’ll get there. I’m sure of it!” Mom said, giving Ochaka a firm and encouraging nod.

“Yeah, Ochaka,” Izuku pipe up, “I’m struggling with my new move too. I’m trying my best not to imitate All Might with this one, but considering that he’s the best hero of our age why shouldn’t I be? What standard am I setting for myself if I settle, versus if I . . .”

Those in earshot collectively groaned as Izuku began to ramble intensely while staring at his hands. Beneath the table, something nudged your foot meaningfully. You looked straight ahead and saw Shoto staring at his lap. When he looked up, his eyes immediately met yours and you were faced with a look that made your heart beat faster. The lust in his eyes made it clear what he was going to do to you tonight.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. As Momo begged Izuku to stop rambling, you pulled it out and checked the notification — a text from Shoto. It read:

‘I’ve got something I want to try out later.’

You glanced up at him with an eyebrow raised, but he was looking off in another direction. Playing hard to get? Or was he just keeping your communications secret, not giving anyone else a hint at what was happening between you?

Regardless, you texted back:

‘What is it, baby?’

You nudged his foot back under the table for fun. He was looking down, undoubtedly at his phone. Your phone buzzed and you eagerly checked it.

Shoto had sent a plain picture of black-rimmed handcuffs lying on his bedspread, probably taken just before dinner and saved for this moment. He just wanted to rile you up in public.

Your jaw dropped reactively; his boldness shocked you. Luckily, screams burst out down the table at that moment. Bakugo was standing at his feet and screaming about someone touching his damn rice. Kirishima and Kaminari cackled before him. You were able to recover yourself before general attention was drawn away from Bakugo’s scene; everyone had first been alerted by the shouting, but it was just Bakugo being Bakugo.

You looked back to Shoto, who was again refusing to meet your eyes. You frowned, trying to craft up a response to his racy text. Suddenly, he shifted his gaze back to you. The corner of his lip was tipped upwards. His ego was feeling boosted tonight, huh? Maybe he’d already gotten himself off earlier to the thought of you trapped in the cuffs beneath him, squirming while he fucked you until you were speechless.

The response then snapped into your mind. You quickly typed it out and pressed send:

Who’s wearing them first?

Now it was your turn to grin. You looked back up the table to Shoto. He took out his phone again. You carefully watched as his eyes scanned over your daring words. At first, his eyes widened, but just as quickly they narrowed. He shot you a predatory glance up between his lashes.

Your phone buzzed. Shoto said:

I’m in charge of you tonight, baby. You’re mine.

You squirmed in your seat at the words and looked up once more to your boyfriend. He was leaning back in his seat, comfortably smirking at you, his arms crossed and his dress shirt pushed up sexily to his elbows. Maybe what was most sexy was how clueless everyone else around you was, and how meaningful that smirk was to you.

****

The dinner ended, and as everyone walked back to their respective dorm rooms, you and Shoto both lingered in the common area. You bade your classmates goodnight one by one. You could practically feel the passionate heat waving off of Shoto. He didn’t say goodnight to any of your classmates; perhaps he was too worked up to even use his voice.

Finally, the pair of you were finally alone. You glanced up to see that he was already gazing down at you. Something deep and primitive was showing in his eyes.

“Follow me.” He murmured, before grabbing your hand and beginning to walk in the direction of his dorm room.

The walk was silent. You were nervous and so excited. Your heart raced as imaginative images flashed through your mind of what was potentially to come.

Shoto lead you around the corner and finally, after what felt like eternity, you were at his door. He pushed it open and you followed him in. You barely got passed the threshold when he turned and placed his palm against the inside of the door. He pressed it shut, effectively pushing you against the door and trapping you beneath his arms. He leaned over you, and you could merely cower beneath his lusted gaze. His breaths lightly puffed against your forehead.

“I can’t wait to taste you tonight, y/n.” Shoto murmured, leaning close to your ear so his breath tickled it and his gravelly voice was incredibly clear. “I’ve been thinking about touching your little pussy all week.”

You exhaled as the gravity of his words set in. He pressed his lips against your ear, then placed multiple kisses along the side of your face until he made it to your neck. You couldn’t help yourself as your hands reached forward, burrowing under his shirt to feel his abs beneath your fingers. You relished the softness of his skin and reached to grip at his muscled back, pulling him closer to you. He grunted in pleasure and gave your neck a small suck before pulling away entirely.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. He turned and walked over to his bed. You spotted the handcuffs from the photo behind him. Shoto reached overhis head and gripped the back of his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your gaze went hazy as you watched this show. His back looked so damn taut.

Shoto turned around, now just in slacks. He had a thin, short silver chain hanging from his neck that you hadn’t noticed beneath his shirt earlier. The cuffs were in his palms.

“Come here.” He instructed. You obliged. He reached for your hands and you watched as he carefully cuffed your hands together in front of your torso. There was a serene focus on his face that nearly made you shudder with anticipation.

“On the bed.”

You obliged, easily, scooting back near the headboard. Shoto climbed over you, and you tried to keep your eyes on his face but they lowered to see his defined pecs and abs flex as he made his way up the bed, and you were in a trance at how his v-line so suggestively dipped beneath his slacks . . .

While you weren’t paying attention, Shoto grabbed your wrists with his left hand and forced them over your head. You gasped as he used ice to freeze the handcuffs, and your hands, to the headboard.

“Shouldn’t have let your guard down,” Shoto growled, “What were you saying earlier during dinner? That for some maniacal reason you thought you’d be in control tonight? No, y/n . . . You’re fucking mine tonight.”

You pulled downwards a bit as to test the strength of your cuffs, but as usual his ice was impeccable. You looked up and saw that same subtle smirk on his lips, just a mere upwards twitch of one corner of his mouth. And still, ever-present in those eyes, the undeniable, heated lust of somebody who was about to fuck his girlfriend senseless.

“Fuck, Shoto,” You breathed, helpless.

Shoto then bent down and finally pressed his lips to yours. You immediately melted to his touch, giving a small sigh of satisfaction against his lips. While he began to unbutton your blouse, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Shoto gave a low moan and pressed inwards so you could feel how hard he was already. Fuck, each time you felt his hard cock, even beneath his pants, the size of it shocked you.

Shoto pulled away from your lips and began to press kisses down to your chest, eager to suck on your exposed nipples. He gave them sharp flicks with his tongue, and you pressed your chest upwards into his mouth, wishing you could grab his hair but unable to move your arms at all.

“My favorite thing about this —“ Shoto said, pulling up and then going back down for a quick nip, “— is that I could restrain your entire body with my ice if I wanted to.”

You clenched your legs around his hips, and Shoto hummed a small, lustful chuckle against your chest.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you in any way that I want.” Shoto spared a glance up at you, tweaking your nipple just as he made eye contact. He forced you to watch as his slick tongue darted from his lips and began to encircle on the nub.

Your head fell back and you unashamedly moaned.

“No, baby,” Shoto said, and you felt his hand leave your chest and wrap behind your head, entangling his fingers in your hair. He then forced your head upwards again, “Eyes on me.”

So you watched helplessly as he pulled away from your tits and allowed his fingers to slowly trail down your sides. You squirmed beneath him.

“Please, Shoto,” You breathed, wiggling your hips slightly, pushing up against his. Shoto bit his lip and cocked his head, as if restraining himself, and let out a short groan.

“So impatient,” Shoto said, “You’re lucky that I'm feeling impatient myself. I just can’t wait to feel how wet that tiny little pussy is for me.”

He dug his fingers beneath the waist band of your skirt and panties, pulling both downwards. You lifted your knees to help the process until finally he tossed aside the fabric and you were fully exposed beneath him.

Shoto then bent forward, holding himself up directly over you and giving you a short, deep kiss. He pulled away so his face was only inches from yours. You couldn’t look away from his dark, needy eyes.

You felt his fingers slip between your legs, pressing up against your entrance. Shoto’s lips fell open slightly, and he easily slid a finger in. The maintained eye contact made it all the more intense.

“Fu-uck, y/n,” He breathed out, pulling the finger out and sliding it back in agonizingly slow, “I can’t wait to have a taste..”

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me, Shoto.” You gazed in his eyes with a helpless look, knowing it would be his undoing. Shoto bit down on his lip, hard; his finger plunged into you, causing you to moan slightly, and he closed his eyes.

He moved quickly away from your face and down between your legs. He placed his hands behind your knees and pushed them upwards towards your head until your ass was entirely off the bed. Your pussy was angled directly into the air. Finally, he moved his large hands down to stretch them over your thighs and hold you there.

You stared up at him, loving the way his muscles flexed as he held your pussy up to him while holding you against the bed.

Shoto bent down and you watched as his tongue darted from his lips. It was cool against your entrance, and he licked slowly up the wet slit to your clit, where he traced small circles around the sensitive nub.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” Shoto breathed against your pussy before placing his lips in a kiss around your clit. He then dragged his tongue back down to your entrance and pushed it inwards. You moaned as his tongue danced inside of you, licking up your wetness. Shoto moaned against your opening, his breath tickling your clit. Your thighs shook, threatening to press inwards, but fuck he was strong and held them steadily spread so he could fully taste your pussy.

Your arms jerked downwards but you were fully helpless. You couldn’t even fight out of this with your quick, not like you’d want to. Shoto’s tongue flicked at your clit, earning a spiral of moans from you. He buried his lips between your pussy folds and sucked, gently applying his teeth to elicit a loud moan and full body clench from you.

“Fuck, Shoto! Nn-h . . .” You braced your teeth and he chuckled against your pussy.

“You like that, baby?” Shoto asked, his voice rumbling low and sending vibrations against your pussy. You glanced downward, met by those damn two-toned eyes from between your thighs, and watched his tongue dart from his lips and press on your clit. You moaned, your head falling back between your arms, and your legs twitching together, but once again held down by his pure strength.

“Mmmm-hmm, yes, I fucking love it . . . Please, keep going.” You panted. But then, his tongue pulled away. Your jaw dropped as he pulled himself back upwards, that stupid victorious smirk on his eyes. You watched his tongue slowly lick your wetness from his own lips and then retreat into his mouth.

“I could eat this pussy all night,” Shoto said, “But like I told you earlier, what I say right now . . . Goes.”

He then pulled down his slacks, allowing his fully hard cock to spring outwards. Shoto brought himself back up towards your head and began to kiss you; he laid a hand around your head and gripped your hair in his hand. You whimpered and clenched your thighs around his muscular torso, and he growled in pleasure against your lips. You knew how much Shoto liked to feel your reactions to his stimulation. He gripped your hair tighter to earn himself more of you wrapping around his body.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathed. You wanted to jerk your damn arms out of the handcuffs so you could feel his slick, sexy torso that was mere inches above yours.

You felt the head of his cock pressing against your pussy and you leaned your hips into it. Shoto didn’t fight it, allowing the head of his cock to slip past your pussy lips. He let out a low moan and thrusted forth another inch, but stopped before he could fully enter you. He remained exactly where he was, only an inch past the tip inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess on the bed.

“Fuck me. Please,” You whispered. You wrapped your thighs around his back to keep him from getting to far as he leaned back slightly. In the reflecting light in the dark room, his torso looked so damn muscular. The chain on his chest glinted gently in the light, hanging between you two. 

“Beg all you want, but we’re doing things my way.” Fuck, the feeling of him so close to being inside of you but not quite was agonizing.

“You’re going to come on my cock more than once tonight.” Shoto purred before pressing forward again, and suddenly you could another inch of his cock between your pussy, and now that it was in more, you could feel its thickness widening your pussy lips. You nearly shuddered, “So we’re gonna start off slow.”

Before he even bottomed inside of you for the first time that night, you felt his thumb press onto your clit and began to move in slow, teasing, circular motions. He was gazing into your eyes darkly, searching for your satisfaction, and you felt the full length of his cock slowly begin to slip past your folds into your pussy.

“I love feeling your cunt stretch out for me. It’s so damn tight.” Shoto said, continuing to massage your clit as his cock moved slowly into you, inch by damn inch. You panted on the bed, maintaining that eye contact, and already your legs were beginning to tremble.

“Fuck, Shoto, I want you to fuck me harder!” You begged, leaning towards him the most you could while cuffed and looking into his eyes. Damn, you were pathetic. But at that moment, you let out a whimper; his dick hadn’t even fully entered your vagina, but it was already pressing against your cervix.

Todoroki let out a low moan. His eyelids fluttered in pleasure. He leaned his torso down, propped up by one hand, and kissed you, leaving his length as deeply as he could inside of you for the time being. Your entire body was beginning to twitch with pleasure as his thumb’s movements increased in pressure and intensity on your clit.

Todoroki pulled away from the kiss and bent down over your ear, and finally began pumping in and out of you, so very slowly. You wrapped your thighs around his back to keep him from moving away, because you loved feeling his low, deep breaths right against your ear as he fucked you.

You were moaning louder and louder. His finger was now flicking and rubbing your clit just the way you know Todoroki loved to; it’s the way he manipulated you when he wanted you to come.

“Please, make me cum,” You whimpered through moans in his ear. Shoto became riled at the words and gave slow, hard thrust into you. You cried out and clenched around him.

“Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel that little pussy cum all over my cock.” He was flicking your clit so quickly, and you felt the blood rush to your face as you came, moaning and wrapping around him and cooing his name as he eased you to your finish. Shoto matched your moans in your ear, undoubtedly loving the feeling of your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick cock.

He relinquished pressure on your clit after you finished and leaned up the moment your legs relaxed around him. However, he left his cock in, and as you panted on the bed, you spared a glance upwards to see the deep lust still ever present in his eyes.

One of his arms was reaching over you and you realized he was melting the ice around your handcuffs. As you recovered from your orgasm, Todoroki tilted you on your side and redid the handcuffs, this time behind your back instead of in front of you.

“Are — are we switching positions?” You asked through deep breaths — you couldn’t help the long recovery time it took from the orgasms Shoto gave you.

“What, you thought I was done with you?” Todoroki said in a low, dangerous voice. He grabbed the chain linking the handcuffs together and you arranged yourselves so that you were on your knees facing the edge of the bed, while he was behind you. Both of you faced the mirror that he had just hung before his bed. In the mirror you could see yourself on your knees, face flushed and tits swelled with gravity. Positioned behind you, also on his knees, Shoto was holding you upright by gripping the chain of the handcuffs in his left hand. You watched his eyes rake over your ass before reeling back with his free hand and placing a sharp smack on your cheek.

You let out a squeal, but quickly pleaded, “Smack it again.”

Todoroki obliged, and you watched as his right palm glowed red; he was employing the kink you’d tried last week. As his hand contacted your ass cheek, you let out a yelp, but you loved the pain that his heated hand brought to you, because fuck, it was him. You knew a fire-powered spank would leave a mark, but you loved that it was his mark. 

You then felt his cock, just as hard as before, nestle between your pussy lips.

“Still dripping for me, huh?” Todoroki asked, and you watched in the mirror as he leaned his torso back in order to watch his cock slip into your cunt.

“Shi — i — t,” He groaned and you gave a high moan as he bottomed within you. His meaty cock made you feel so damn full, you could happily sit on it all day. Shit, right now you were essentially trapped with it inside of you, as he was gripping the handcuff chain tight to keep you from rebounding away.

“Your cock feels amazing, stretching me out like it is,” You breathed. You knew how closer to the edge the praise sent him.

He pulled out and gave a heavy, fast thrust inwards, letting himself sink all the way into your pussy with another deep moan. “Y/n, you feel so fucking good. I feel like I could come right now.”

You watched him thrust in again with the mirror, loving the way his abs and pecs flexed as he pushed into you, the way his chain rested on his muscles. When he pulled out again, he looked back into the mirror to meet your eyes.

“But I won’t cum. I’m not done with this cunt yet.”

You shuddered at the intensity of his words. “Fuck me harder, Shoto,” You said breathily.

Slowly, his pace picked up. He was gaining momentum, steadily pumping that thick cock into you, and you could feel him at your center with each thrust, and you watched as he bit his lip and flashed his teeth in frustrating lust as he thrusted.

He maintained a steady speed, not one of a man who was about to come, but of a man who was loving the pussy he was fucking. You continued to watch him and to feel him fuck you simultaneously, letting out especially loud moans whenever he bumped your cervix or g-spot.

“Yes, Shoto, you look so fucking good!” You moaned as you gazed over his muscled, gleaming body, and he let his heated hand fly onto your ass a few times.

“God, I love the way you tighten up when I spank you,” He said, slowing his pace momentarily. As he slowly thrusted inwards, he placed a sharp smack on your asscheek, and another. He must not have been lying about how good it felt, because he growled and immediately sped up once more to a destructive pace.

He reached around and grabbed a fistful of your hair in his palm. He now held total control of your body; the two reigns he held, your hair and your handcuffed arms, allowed him to fucking ravage your pussy.

You were now unleashing endless moans, feeling your pussy close up as his cock continuously slammed onto the sweet spot deep within you, and feeling his hips bump your ass. He’d never fucked you this deep before.

“I’m — I’m gonna cum!” You could barely breathe out the words. His dick was so deep you couldn’t think straight. All you could feel was Shoto.

“Cum for me, baby,” Shoto growled, relentlessly fucking you. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, of his dick slamming into your juicy cunt, of his deliriously luscious and sexy breaths leaving him, was all you could hear.

You let out a moan that increased in pitch until you were nearly screaming.

“Just like that, baby,” Shoto groaned, gripping your hair tighter as you rode out your high on his cock. His balls were tightening and his face was heating as well as his own orgasm rapidly approached. He continued fucking you as deep as your clenching pussy would allow him — fuck he was so close —

With one final deep, hard push into you, you watched in the mirror as Shoto’s eyes fluttered closed, and you felt his cock begin to twitch and release his cum into your cunt. You moaned — your pussy could not be more stuffed — and Shoto groaned above you, his grip on your cuffs and your hair trembling.

Finally, he relaxed, letting you gently down onto the mattress. He nearly keeled over with pleasure, and sat to the side before undoing your handcuffs.

“Mm, that was so good.” You panted, sliding onto your back, eyes closed. You could feel his cum dribbling out of you at that moment.

Shoto peered between your legs, and you watched the focused expression on his face as he pushed it back into you with a finger before bringing the finger to your lips to suck on. After removing it, he placed a kiss to your lips and a much gentler hand in your hair.

“It was amazing.” Shoto said. His voice was so deep that it gave you butterflies.

“I’ll go grab you one of my sweatshirts and we can cuddle, would you like that?” He offered, getting up from the bed.

You sighed in pleasure. “Yes. But . . . Next time, you’re wearing the cuffs.”

You heard his deep chuckle from across the room.

“Fine, give me twenty minutes and I’ll put them on.”

[malfoysbtch]

Different With You

Draco Malfoy x Female Ravenclaw Reader

Request: @dracosathenaeum I have a request! You're playing quidditch when you get hit with a quaffle or something and Draco freaks out/gets over protective? It's been collecting dust in my idea's list so I want to see someone bring it to life! ❤️❤️

A/N: I hope it’s okay that the reader is in Ravenclaw, I wanted to make it a little bit different than my others :) I hope you love it, I’m so happy I could write something for you!❤️

Quickly putting on your blue quidditch robes, you talked excitedly to Cho about the game that was about to begin. You were playing against Slytherin and you were slightly nervous, as they needed this win to make it to the finals against Gryffindor; they were notorious for playing dirty and you were sure their need to win would only cause it to worsen. As your anxiety and excitement increased, your team grabbed your brooms and made your way onto the pitch, a mixture of excited screams and boos greeting you from the stands. Your heart raced with adrenalin as you looked around the stands, a powerful feeling taking over your body; you were a chaser for the team and nothing made you feel more powerful than the wind rushing through your hair as you raced across the pitch to score a goal.

The captains of each of your teams shook hands before Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Mounting your broom, you immediately took off and raced towards the quaffle that soared into the air. You leaned forward on your broom, increasing your speed and catching it before the Slytherin chaser could; you were quickly weaving in and out of players, trying to avoid losing the quaffle or getting hit. Even as Slytherin players bumped harshly against you, you refused to lose speed and continued to focus on your goal that was becoming closer and closer. Throwing the quaffle, it soared past the keeper and through the middle goal, earning Ravenclaw ten points.

The crowd once again was a mixture of cheers and boos, the game continuing on and each team scoring points repeatedly, making it a very close game. You were shocked when, over an hour into the game, your team was 60points ahead of Slytherin. You could see the team becoming angry and frustrated, their players getting increasingly more aggressive as the minutes passed. You struggled to focus on your grip on the quaffle as the Slytherin beaters pressed against you on either side, trying to knock you off your broom or throw you off course. While you could handle the team being physical and aggressive, you soon found yourself being the target of the beaters. Multiple times they ‘accidentally’ hit you with their batsand hit the bludger in your direction, clearly trying to knock you off your broom. The fouls they received for their actions didn’t seem to faze them, as they continued release their aggression on you and it was becoming rather painful.

You knew you were covered in bruises and you were beginning to worry that very soon you wouldn’t be so lucky as to avoid one of their bludgers again. Your captain called a time out and you noticed that even the Slytherin team gathered around, the beaters looking very proud even as Draco Malfoy, their seeker, seemed to be angrily talking to them. Part of you wondered if he was angry about what they were doing, but you quickly shook that thought out of your head; the two of you merely shared smiles in the hallway and a quick ‘hello’ when nobody was around, hardly ever having had a full conversation.

You shook your head and began to focus on what your captain was saying, “We need to end this game quickly, someone’s going to get hurt; they’re close enough to knocking Y/N off her broom.” Everyone on the team agreed and the captain began talking directly to your seeker, Cho, about quickly finding the snitch and ending the game. She looked determined and ready to end the game; to earn Ravenclaw a win. Everyone mounted their brooms once more and the game began with full force.

You weren’t sure what Malfoy had said to his team, though it seemed to only make things worse. They had begun to get more forceful with their swings at you and before you knew it, the bludger was racing towards you with more force than you could honestly say you expected. This time, however, you hadn’t saw it coming in time to avoid it and felt the force collide with your shoulder and roll up to hit the side of your head. The last thing you felt was the crunch of your shoulder and the wind rushing through your hair and sharpening the pain as you fell from your broom, the world going dark.

~

“He got into a fight?” you asked your best friend Luna. Your brows were furrowed as you tried to imagine the encounter. She had just explained how Draco Malfoy got into a fight with his teammate, Bole, and about how he was yelling about you. You weren’t sure you heard her quite right and asked her to say that again. “It was quite strange really, it sounded like he was defending you. Are you friends?” she smiled at you, almost as if she knew the answer already.

Your cheeks tinted as you looked at your hands. Yes, the two of you actually were kind of friends, you supposed. “I don’t really know,” you mumbled, sighing slightly. The conversation ended there, as she went on to discuss Transfiguration class the day before. You couldn’t really focus on what she was saying, as your head began to ache; you couldn’t stop thinking of why Draco would’ve done that for you. Especially in front of everyone.

“I’ll let you rest, I think I’m talking to myself now,” she smiled, seeming not to care that you weren’t listening. After apologizing and saying goodbye, you were left alone with your thoughts and the throbbing pain in your head. You couldn’t help the flutter of butterflies in your tummy as you thought about him defending you. Your face flushed and you felt giddy; you’d never felt this way about someone before. You weren’t usually one for little crushes, as you mostly kept to your small friend circle. Your thoughts were interrupted, as Madam Pomfrey came over with a potion for your pain. The potion tasted terrible, but the relief was nearly instant, as your muscles relaxed, and a dreamless sleep took over.

~

You groaned as Snape called you to stay after potions class; it had been nearly a week since the accident, but your headaches were only just subsiding. Madam Pomfrey said it could be up to a month before they went away completely. You knew you had done poorly on the assignment, but you found it difficult to focus once the headache took over.

“Miss Y/L/N, I understand the circumstances, but I cannot continue to excuse your work.”

The words added to the pounding in your head, echoing as you walked slowly up the stairs to the Great Hall, your muscles tense with stress. In a haze, you found yourself sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table, not really wanting to socialize. You were trying to eat as much as you could, as you knew you couldn’t continue to skip meals; you often found yourself sleeping through mealtimes.

“Why all alone?” Your head shot up much too quickly, causing you to grab onto the person to keep from falling. When your head cleared from the dizziness, you confirmed your assumption: the voice belonged to Draco Malfoy. Your heart thumped in your chest, making it difficult to regain what little composure you already had before. “Headache,” you paused for a second, studying him; he was completely serious and didn’t seem to care about the people that were staring. “Did you really defend me?” You spoke quickly, finally asking him the question that had eaten away at you.

Draco’s lips turn up in a small smile, “Yes. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” Your heart skipped a beat; he actually noticed you were avoiding him. You made eye contact with him, thinking of an appropriate response. “I don’t particularly want to talk about this here,” you crossed your arms, wincing at the pain in your head. You thought maybe he would get up and leave, not caring if you explained yourself or not. You were shocked when, instead of leaving you, he held out his hand to help you out of your seat.

He noticed your confused expression and laughed, “You don’t want to talk about it here, well I have a perfectly private prefect’s dorm.” Your eyebrows raised in shock, a flirty grin taking over your features. “Well alright then,” you let go of his hand once you were on your feet and gestured for him to lead the way. It was a rather interesting walk back to the dungeons, as he seemed rather concerned and asked you questions about your injuries, specifically your head.

You had just finished explaining everything when you reached his dorm. You were more interested than you cared to admit as you followed him inside, looking around at his decorations and random possessions. You enjoyed the green and silver theme and, while his room wasn’t anything crazy, you learned a little bit more about him by seeing it.

Once you were done looking around, you found yourself awkwardly standing in the middle of the room while he stood leaning against his dresser. Oh my god, you thought to yourself, I’ve hardly ever had a full conversation with him, let alone been alone in his bedroom of all places. You felt your face flush a deep shade of red at the thought. You weren’t willing to admit your feelings, but they were undeniable as you made eye contact with the boy standing a few feet away from you. You could tell he was trying to decide what to do or say next, while you tried to figure him out. Why was he being so nice to you?

“You can sit, you know,” he motioned to his bed shyly, “I know your head was bothering you.” You quickly accepted the invitation, getting comfortable sitting with your legs crisscross. “What made you care all of a sudden? We’ve never even had a full conversation,” you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, trying to cover how nervous you really were. Laughing a little, he crosses his arms defensively, “I didn’t see you trying to make conversation either.”

You find yourself giggling at him, knowing you can’t argue. He spoke before you could, a small smile playing on his lips, “It’s not that I didn’t want to talk to you and, really, I’ve always cared. I’m just not good at these things.” Smiling, you found yourself staring at the boy a few feet away from you, enjoying the way he looked at you. He seemed to have a gentle tone when speaking with you and, while you never truly talked to him, you knew it wasn’t his usual tone.

“Yeah, I’m not very good at them either…,” you found your voice drifting off as he came to sit next to you on the bed.

He was very close to you, causing your cheeks to flush. “I’ve been avoiding you because I think I like you and I didn’t wanna face that,” your eyes widened as you blurted this out. Before you could do anything else, he laced his fingers with yours. “Why do you think I fought him? I told him not to mess with you. Even if you’re not mine no one is allowed to mess with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him, taking in his words. Leaning closer, you pressed your lips against his, easing into him and relaxing into the kiss. His hands quickly made their way to your waist, pulling you to straddle him. You were giggling again as you broke apart, “I could be yours, you know. You just never asked.” His lips formed a big smile, pulling you closer by your hips and planting a long kiss on your lips before whispering in your ear, “Well you’re mine now.”

~

Over the following weeks, you and Draco spent all of your free time together, learning more about one another and quickly falling love. You couldn’t be happier to be Draco’s and he felt the same about you.

It was close to a month after the two of you became official and you were currently trying to sneak into his dorm. You were giggling as he pulled you behind him, walking quickly so you wouldn’t be around others long enough to be questioned. Everyone was used to you being around anyway, and they all knew better by that point than to mess with you; you were with Draco.

As soon as he closed his door, you were lifted off the ground and his lips were on yours. His lips moved quickly against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to move with your own. As he placed you on the bed he pulled away before connecting his lips with your neck. This didn’t last long, as you were soon pulling him to meet your lips again. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he breathes, letting himself plop down beside you.” You pulled him close, cuddling into his chest. Your Draco was sweet, loving, protective. He wasn’t what everyone thought he was, and you felt so lucky that you got to see that side of him. He wasn’t hateful, rude, or careless. He was your Draco and you were happy to stand next to him, to be next to him through everything life threw at the pair of you.

“I could say the same.”

[kisskeiji]

5. Lifeboats.

Lost & Found.

WARNINGS: language, alcohol consumption,suggestive (but not really)

“So you’re telling me that you are going to Miya’s high school reunion because he wanted you to meet his friends?” Oikawa took a sip from his mug after asking with an inquiring tone. You were getting ready for Atsumu and Osamu to pick you up, fighting the urge to cancel on them but it was out of the question, they were supposed to be at your door in less than twenty minutes. 

“Yes, and I’m close to rip my hair off.” You ran your fingers through your hair and huffed.

“You look pretty with your hair down Y/N!” Bokuto assured you. “Right, love?” He asked Akaashi who turned back and nodded in agreement. Oikawa thought it was a good idea to invite them to the call for “emotional support” but in reality they were just making fun of you and your current crisis, Akaashi and Oikawa were a dangerous combo. You brushed your hair down and stared at yourself in the mirror. ‘What am I even doing?’ You couldn’t think of anything except how awkward things could get and many different ways you could mess up at dinner. 

“You look constipated, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa mocked. He was lucky he was on the other side of the world. “I know what you are thinking and turning that invitation down is not an option.”  You hated how easy he could read you, but considering your current state and how heavy you were breathing trying to calm yourself it wasn’t hard to know how anxious you were. You thought it was ridiculous, Atsumu was being a good friend, you weren’t going out alone and it was just dinner with his friends. Why were you so uneasy? 

“I never thought Miya would like Y/N.” Akaashi teased. 

“He doesn’t like me, he is trying to be nice, and what does that even mean? You are not helping, Keiji.” You retorted and the three men laughed at you. “It’s going to be awkward, why would he invite me to a high school reunion?” 

“Didn’t he say something about Ojiro's girlfriend? She is really funny! And Ojiro is a nice guy, I promise you there’s never an awkward moment with them.” Bokuto encouraged you and you smiled, but the list of things that could go wrong was still present on your mind. You talked for a few more minutes while you added the final touches to your make up and sprayed perfume on your wrists and the back of your ears. Your phone screen lit up showing a message from Atsumu saying they were outside. 

“They are here.” You announced and looked at your laptop.

“Go have fun, Y/N, you can drink wine with someone other than me.” Akaashi held his glass up for you to see. “I already started.” 

“Don’t drink too much.” You warned. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” They wished you luck and ended the call.You roamed through your apartment looking for your purse and keys. You locked the door and walked down the hallway to the elevator, your hands were sweating a little and you swore your eye just twitched. You always struggled with meeting new people and the circumstances of this meeting did everything ten times more awkward. Again, what were you thinking when you agreed? Nothing, exactly, just the look on Atsumu’s eyes and how even in the dark they shined with expectation. You couldn’t turn him down. 

You spotted Atsumu waiting for you resting his weight on his car, arms crossed and hair carefully styled. Your mouth almost dropped at the sight, you always see him in gym clothes or the team uniform, trying to keep your walk steady, you focused your attention and how uncomfortable your shoes were — It was an impulse buy, but they were so cute you told yourself you could endure the pain. Atsumu waved at you and opened the door right before you reached his car. “Hey.” He said almost sighing. He was just as stunned as you but wasn’t really trying to hide it. You noticed how he checked you out at first glance but stopped himself halfway trying to keep his cool. 

“Hi.” You greeted nervously and looked away, noticing Osamu on the backseat. “Hi, Osamu.” He had a lazy grin on his face and his hands rested on his knees before he waved at you. “You can take the front seat if you want to.” You offered. 

“No!” Atsumu was quick to respond for his brother, earning a curious look from you. “I mean, he already offered to take the backseat for you! Right, ‘Samu?” He looked at his twin hoping for him to play along. It was not like Atsumu forced him to sit on the back right before you walked out of your building. 

“ ‘Tsumu is right. It would have been impolite from us to have you sit on the back.” Once again,  Osamu saved his brother’s ass from an awkward situation. If only you knew that Atsumu was just as nervous as you and Osamu teasing him nonstop was not helping his case. He went from excited to a pit of nerves in less than twenty minutes. Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to have you meet his friends on your first date, especially when Osamu and Suna were going to be there. Did he just say date?  It was definitely not a date, but it felt like so. Everyone would think you two were dating when you just met a little bit over a month ago. He didn’t think this through, but it was too late, you were already in his car sitting right beside him on your way to Aran’s house having a small talk with his brother about his week in the restaurant. 

“You are going to get along well with Hana-san, you have the same dry sense of humor as her.” Osamu said, running his hand through his hair. 

“What do you mean? My sense of humor is not dry at all.” You looked back, clearly offended. “Atsumu, is my sense of humor dry?” You asked now looking at him. He smiled and tried to avoid the question. 

“I’m driving, I can’t answer.”

“You drive with your mouth?” You deadpanned and both men laughed. 

“See?” Osamu said as if he was proving a point.

“See what? You clearly can’t differentiate sarcasm from dry humor.” You crossed your arms and huffed. 

“If it makes you feel better I think you are funny.” Atsumu nudged your arm once he reached the stop sign and you almost gave in and smiled. 

“I don’t need your pity, Miya.” You looked through your window, trying to ignore his playful gaze and the grin plastered on Atsumu’s face. He knew what you were doing so he poked your side making you jolt on your seat. You were ready to poke him back when the red light turned green. 

“I’ll get my revenge later.” You announced making him laugh. Osamu watched the whole thing from his seat. ‘I feel like I am interrupting something.’ He thought and smiled to himself, the unfamiliar feeling of third wheeling taking over at the sight of his brother having fun with you. Once again, it felt like you met years ago, maybe because Atsumu would never shut up about you or how bright he smiled at you, it was just right. Like Bokuto, Osamu started thinking that his brother and you would look good together. The fun was cut short when Atsumu pulled over in front of Aran's house, he asked you to wait for him to open the door for you. 

“Chivalry is not dead.” Osamu whispered to his brother who just elbowed him to shut him up. You three walked to the door and Atsumu rang the bell. “You look like you want to throw up.” The gray haired twin said and you let out all the air you were holding in. 

“You have such a way with words.” You leaned on your right side and remembered Bokuto’s words, they were nice people, you shouldn’t stress too much. After a few seconds a man with gray hair and dark tips opened the door. 

“Kita-san!” Atsumu cheered. Kita greeted them both and exchanged a few words, you fading in the back without really listening to their conversation and waiting awkwardly when you heard Atsumu say: “This is my friend Y/N.”  You adjusted your purse under your arm and bowed with your head, Kita returned the gesture and reached to shake your hand. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” Blood rushed to your ears under his intense gaze, he looked so calm and put together, but his brown eyes were definitely intimidating. “Come on in, Aran and Hana are busy in the kitchen.” You walked in first and took your shoes off and looked around spotting two men sitting on the couch having a small talk. “The twins are here.” Kita announced and both of them turned their attention to the ex-volleyball captain. 

“Late as always.” The one with silver hair joked, Atsumu and Osamu  walked past you to greet their old teammates with a hug. 

“We are not late, you came here too early.” Atsumu retorted. “Y/N this is Ginjima and the one about to stick his tongue down to my brother’s throat is Suna.” Before you could introduce yourself Suna smacked the back of Atsumu’s head. 

“You are so vulgar.” Atsumu rubbed the spot where Suna had hit him trying to sooth the pain. Suna looked familiar for some reason. Narrow eyes and tall figure, you must have seen him somewhere. You didn’t failed to notice Osamu’s arm sneaking around Suna’s waist, that’s when you realized you sure looked dumb standing there staring at the five men in front of you, but could they blame you? They were towering over you. The scene was terrifying from an outside view, lucky for you the house owners walked out the kitchen to welcome you. 

“What are you guys doing to this poor girl?” A tall woman asked standing right beside you. “You must be Y/N! I’m Hana, I am so excited to finally meet you after the twins came in talking nonstop about you.” She extended her hand for you to shake. 

“They did?” You smiled and felt a reassuring squeeze on your hand, an unspoken ‘I am here.’ Her presence was warm just like her smile. “Y/N L/N, they also told me a lot about you, it is a pleasure to meet you.”  

“I know the twins are already a handful, but when they are all together is a disaster, you can have all the wine you need.” She whispered in your ear and you two shared a laugh.

 “See, Aran-kun? I told you they were going to get along well.” Atsumu sat on the couch and crossed his legs. Right, you still haven’t greeted him, you looked around and found him standing behind Hana. ‘Way to go.’  

“I am so sorry.” You bowed. “ Thank you so much for having me tonight.”  

“Thank you for coming. Please make yourself at home.” He bowed back before Ginjima and Atsumu jumped on him to give him a hug. “Come on, we saw each other last week.” He said, taking a step back to support the weight of the two men. 

“The twins mentioned that you were a bartender back then! We just finished our new bar, wanna see?” Hana asked. You nodded and spared a glance to the rest of the boys in the room and excused yourself to follow Hana. She guided you to the kitchen and you noticed the racks hanging beside the lightbox displaying the wine glasses, the warm lighting made the wide place feel more cozy despite the minimalist decorations. “Here it is, Aran knows nothing about wine or liquor but one of his teammates has a bar, so he decided we needed one.” She opened a cabinet revealing a collection of bottles and a wine cooler. 

“Really? But you have such a nice selection here.” You peaked through the fridge glass to see the bottles tempering. “It was a good decision then, it is so pretty.” When you looked at Hana she had her arms crossed and a faint smile on her face. 

“Don’t let him hear you, it will get to his head.” 

“I heard that!” Aran entered the kitchen. “So, what do you think about my baby?” He walked closer to where you were standing, looking at his collection proudly, Hana rolled her eyes and elbowed him. 

“I was just telling Hana-san that your collection was really nice, you have good taste.” His smile grew wider and he thanked you. 

“Too much for someone who can’t drink ten out of twelve months a year.” Hana added and Aran side hugged her and kissed her temple. You smiled at the sight but something made you avert your gaze back to the cabinet, this time focusing on the gold utensils nicely displayed at the bottom. “You can touch, it won’t bite.” Hana said. “And I won’t complain if you make some cocktails.” She inched closer to you and nudged your shoulder making you laugh. 

“We’ll see.” You helped Hana to set the charcuterie boards on the kitchen island, and Aran insisted on you choosing the wine since most of them couldn’t drink, having a small chat with both of them and getting to know each other you learned that they were together since high school and were actually engaged but no plans were made yet since Aran’s career was still starting and they wanted to wait a little more. They worked together so well, not only with each other but their space, the house matched their energy perfectly, they gave you the familiarity you craved ever since you moved. For the first time in a month you were not alone on a friday night downing whatever alcohol you had in hand, and you were thankful for their company, in the end — like always— Bokuto was right, they were nice people.

“We are starving over here!” Osamu yelled. 

“That sounds like a personal problem!” Hana yelled back without looking away from the cutting board. The other five men joined shortly after and took their seats on the stools. You were facing away from them, pouring a mix of alcohol and lime juice in two glass cups you previously filled with ice and sharing a laugh with Hana before she asked you to sit down, you didn’t notice Atsumu’s eyes lingering on you as you sat down on the stool beside him. The others were already eating from the boards and talking about their days, you listened attentively and nodded from time to time, you liked listening to people without necessarily sharing your thoughts, it was easier to avoid talking about your past. It was your turn to look at Atsumu while he excitedly talked about whatever he did at practice with Bokuto and Sakusa; but this time he felt your eyes on him. Doing a double take, the moment his eyes met yours he tripped on his words but recovered quickly.  

After twenty minutes or so, you noticed how Atsumu was only eating the cheese cubes from the boards and you laughed. “You are supposed to mix the flavours, not eating all the cheese.” He looked at you confused. 

“But I don’t know what to do with all of these, why would you mix jam with cream cheese? And what the fuck is this?” He asked, pointing at the honeycomb.

“I’m gonna start believing you have the taste buds of a five year old.”  You took the butter knife and a slice of bread from the board to carefully cut a piece of cheese and spread it on top of the bread.

“That’s not true. What are you doing?” You didn’t answer, too busy trying to cut into the honeycomb with a spoon and finally placing it on the bread along with a slice of strawberry on top of it. You brought the slice of bread near his mouth and he looked at you, then the food in front of him and then back at you not knowing what to do.

“Hurry up, the honey is dripping on my fingers.” He opened his mouth and took a bite, reaching for the uneaten piece to hold it so you could wipe the honey off your fingers, his flustered state was quickly replaced by the flavors melting on his mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at you. 

“Wait, that was actually really good.” He hummed and ate the other piece as you smiled softly. “Can you make another one? For me.” His eyes shining still delighted with the flavors lingering on his mouth. You kept handing him different mixes of textures and flavors, all of this under Hana and Aran’s gaze, mesmerized by your chemistry. “Okay that one I didn’t like.” Atsumu wiped his mouth. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t really looking.” You said having a bite for yourself. 

“My turn.” He said with the butter knife in one hand. You were nervous, his choices were a bit odd and you didn’t wanted to spit it out as soon as you bite into it. “Say ah.” He held his creation and you hesitated to get closer. “Hurry up, the honey is dripping on my fingers.” He mocked your previous words using them against you. 

“Very funny.” You narrowed your eyes finally opening your mouth and biting into it, it wasn’t until you started to chew that you could assimilate the flavors on your mouth, you couldn’t quite place them but it tasted good, looking back to Atsumu’s hand analyzing whatever he put on top of the bread slice. “It 's good.” 

“Just good?” You took the other part from his hand and he pushed himself back to stretch a little bit. 

“I mean, for a roasted tomato, peach jam and aged cheese; it’s great.” You cleaned your fingers once again and he just mumbled something about you being the one with childish taste buds. Everyone was aware of what was going on between you two but decided to keep the conversation going while you and Atsumu had your charcuterie expert moment. Osamu looked at his brother having a good time without necessarily causing ruckus or being loud, just genuinely enjoying himself. 

“Is there something going on between those two?” Suna whispered to him. 

“I have no idea.” He took a good sip of his wine and smiled at his boyfriend. “But Atsumu acts different when they are together.”

“Well, duh, look at him! He looks like a highschooler in love.” Ginjima intervened and the three of them laughed looking at Atsumu. You noticed the three pairs of eyes on you and pointed at them for Atsumu to pay attention to his friends. 

“What?” He asked and none of them said a thing. 

“Dinner is ready!” Aran announced and Hana called for you, asking if you were up to another round of margaritas. You agreed, trying to get away from the curious stares from Atsumu’s friends and brother; you walked straight to the bar to take the bottles of triple sec and tequila from the shelfs, she handed you the cups you were using already filled with ice. Atsumu was completely focused on your swift moves and the way you carefully poured the transparent liquor on the measuring cup and then the shaker. When you finished straining the drink on the two cups, Suna and Kita started asking you questions about your previous job and how it was working at a bar while Aran and Osamu served and garnished the plates. 

The rest of the night went well, way better than you thought. You exchanged numbers with Hana and made plans to go out for lunch the following week, you got along really well from the beginning and she said you were really fun to be around and complimented your mixology skills by saying you did the best margaritas she ever had. After saying goodbye to everyone and thanking the couple for the good time you and Atsumu left without Osamu since he went back home with Suna to spend the weekend together  before he had to come back to Osaka on Monday. You were now at your door with Atsumu, he claimed that he wanted to make sure you made it home safe but he just wanted to use the restroom. You let him in and told him where the guest bathroom was before taking your shoes off and walking to your bedroom looking for a hair tie. 

When he came back from the restroom your phone started to ring. “Someone’s calling you.” He said. 

“Can you see who it is? It’s probably my friend Oikawa.I’ll be out in a second” You yelled from your room. It was an unknown number but he still picked up. 

“Y/N?” The person on the other side of the line asked as soon as he pressed the phone on his right ear. 

“Uh, no, she is in her room right now but can I help you with something?”  The call was cut short. ‘Weird.’ Atsumu thought, he placed your phone back on the counter when you joined him again, this time with your hair tied in a messy ponytail with a few strands of hair framing your face. You looked beautiful.

“So, was it Oikawa?” 

“Well, I don’t know, it was an unknown number and they hung up as soon as they heard my voice. Probably a prank call.” He said making his way to the door with you trailing behind. 

“That’s weird.” You said before opening the door. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Atsumu, thank you.” You leaned on the door frame. 

“Would you like to do it again sometime? I mean, hanging out, I had fun too.” You were startled at his question. “As friends, of course.” He was quick to add and something inside you twisted in disappointment. You looked at him, towering over you with his overwhelming height and broad shoulders, he sure looked good.

“Sure, why not.” That came out more bitter than you expected. “Good night, Atsumu.”

‘Fuck it.’ Atsumu thought before taking a step closer to you and placing his left hand on your lower back, you didn’t dare to move waiting for his next move, in a matter of seconds his lips were on yours and your hands on his biceps trying to support yourself on him while he busied himself setting the pace of the kiss; slow and steady, making sure you knew that he fucked up the last part. “Do friends kiss each other like that, Miya?” You asked playfully when he parted away from your lips. 

“We can be really close friends.” He kissed you again, this time it was shorter but he still managed to take your breath away. “I have to go now.” He said after one too many kisses at your door, lips slightly swollen and eyes shimmering. 

“Text me when you get home.” You fixed his hair and gave him one last kiss on his cheek before he left. You checked the number that called before, not recognizing it at first glance you locked your phone, maybe Atsumu was right and someone was just trying to prank call you. Once you were in bed ready to sleep, a text from Oikawa lit up your phone screen asking for details, you sighed and turned it off. You tried to avoid your friends' questions all weekend, giving vague details and not mentioning that you made out with Atsumu for almost twenty minutes at the end of the night, you were not ready for them to tease you nonstop. 

-

“Y/N?” Iwaizumi asked, waiting to hear your voice from the other side of the line.

“Uh, no, she is in her room right now but can I help you with something?” A male voice answered. His insides twisted as panic took over his senses and immediately hung up. You were with someone else.

“What happened?” Hanamaki entered the kitchen, he saw Iwaizumi holding his phone in one hand and the landline on the other. “What are you doing with my phone?” It took him a few seconds before realizing. He grabbed his phone from Iwaizumi’s hand and saw your number displayed on the screen. “You called her?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me she was back.” Iwaizumi was angry, but so was Hanamaki. Did he really just ask that? 

“Because she asked us not to tell you, and we are trying to get our friend back, or do I need to remind you that she stopped talking to us because of you.” He stared at Iwaizumi coldly. 

“Shut up, that’s not fair.” 

“Not fair for who? For you? Get fucked Hajime, you act as if you were the victim in this situation. Maybe learn to respect other people’s privacy and stop trying to call her, she is over you.” With that Takahiro walked past him and made his way to his room. Tears threatening to spill from Iwaizumi’s eyes, a frustrated sigh left his lips as he ran his hands through his hair. 

You were over him. Just the thought of you forgetting about him made his chest hurt, still heavy with guilt. You were over him, and even worse, you were already with someone else.

-

The next few weeks were hectic, the season started and the team had a winning streak, the schedules were full and you received endless calls from magazines and sport channels. You were exhausted but happy to be occupied and your team made your work much easier. For the first time that week everyone was able to take it slower; the medical team went home earlier and the players were practicing by themselves while you and one of your assistants patiently waited for an email from the volleyball association. “So I heard you and Miya-senshu are really close lately.” You looked up from your phone and smiled. 

“Yeah, we are good friends.” You giggled. 

“I don’t understand how you get along so well with him, every time I work with him he acts like a diva.” She said adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, you scrunched your nose in confusion; Atsumu was a genuinely nice guy, but it was true that he wasn’t easy to approach.

“Well, the spotlight was meant for him, he has a magnetic personality that makes everyone around him take an interest on him, but he is not the best at managing all of the attention. He is human too, you know? He knows what everyone thinks of him, so he reciprocates that perception without being aware of it. Maybe if you treated him like a normal person he would show a nicer side of him because he won’t feel like you are expecting him to be a complete asshole.” You explained as simple as  you could, she looked at you as if you had a third eye. It made sense, but before she could thank you for the advice your monitor screen refreshed, showing the email you were waiting for; the nominees for the Volleyball Association Awards. Reading carefully the names and the date of the ceremony you headed to the gym to break the news to the players along with your assistant. 

“I have good news!” You said as soon as you opened the gym doors. 

“Y/N!” Bokuto ran to you. “What is going on?” He asked, trying to peek on your clipboard. 

“The volleyball association sent the names of the nominees for this year’s awards.” You announced and waited for everyone to gather around you. “The team is nominated for best division one line up.” Everyone cheered in excitement. “Bokuto and Sakusa for best newcomers, Meian-senshu for best middle blocker and finally, Atsumu and Inunaki-senshu are nominated for setter and libero of the year.” They congratulated each other with side hugs and high-fives. “Also, Thomas-senshu was requested to be one of the hosts for the  ceremony.” 

“For real?” His eyes widened in surprise. 

“Yes, they loved your appearances on the sports channel, they are going to send Hideko the details later so make sure to check them with her later.” He nodded and Meian patted his back a little bit too hard. “Congratulations to all of you, once the nominations are available to the public we are expecting a few interviews but we are going to try to keep them short until the end of the season in november, please be mindful of your interactions with the press, one mistake can cost you the award.” After another round of cheering you and your assistant took your leave. 

“We can go celebrate later.” Atsumu held your wrist before you exited the gym, he raised his brows trying to convince you. 

“I would love to, but I have plans with Hana-san.” He pouted. “Maybe tomorrow if you are not planning to practice all day like always.” 

“Hana is always stealing you away from me.” He complained playing with your fingers. “You are always hanging out with her” 

“Weren’t you the one who wanted me to be friends with her?” 

“Yes! But now is different.” He whined. 

“What changed?” You asked, knowing the answer very well. The expression on his face begged you to not make him say it as he loosened his grip on your hand. “We’ll talk later, okay? I need to go home if I want to be on time.” He hesitated but agreed in the end.

“No goodbye kiss?”  He asked and you looked around to make sure you were alone, the rest of the team also left the gym to get changed and go home and there was no one to be seen on the hallway, so you inched closer to him until you were breathing on his lips, he closed his eyes waiting for you to kiss him. 

“No.” You said and ran as fast as you could to your office, ignoring Atsumu’s whining from behind. You decided you wouldn't let him have his way with you this time, at least until he was clear with what he wanted. While it was true that you spent a lot of time together after that night at Aran’s house, not a word about the nature of your relationship was spoken, it was a silent agreement between the two of you, you clearly liked each other but you were still scared to jump into a relationship of any kind and Atsumu wasn’t really open about his intentions, so you decided that each other’s company was enough. That until your feelings for the setter started to change from a childish crush to something deeper that you couldn’t explain — more like, you were scared to admit.— and that was constantly on your mind.

And it wasn’t that Atsumu wanted to play with your feelings, he was just as scared as you, he never really committed to a relationship because he was so focused on his career as a volleyball player. But you made everything easier and it just felt right, he wanted to come clean and tell you how much he truly liked you but he didn’t knew how. He thought he was going too fast, but if he waited for too long you would forget about him. What if you weren’t looking for something serious with him? Truth is, you didn’t knew what you were looking for, but something about Atsumu made you believe that maybe this was a second chance for you to find happiness. 

But you wouldn’t know unless one of you gathered the courage to admit you were helplessly in love.

(a/n: hey everyone! im finally back after so long, im really excited to post this chapter since i finally got a hang of my creativity again, i would like to thank miss taylor swift and miss hayley williams for the inspiration, you should listen to FLOWERS for VASES / descansos by hayley, listening to it last night gave me the push i needed to finish writing (i am updating the fic playlist regurlarly if you like to check it out ;)). also, did you see those two???? THEY ARE SO CUTE when i tell you i was screaming last night when i was writing the last few scenes, i mean it. thank you so much for your patience and your concern for my health, i am doing much better physically, emotionally im still working on myself so i can stop projecting my sadness on poor y/n TT i hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it. i promised my betas i wouldnt take more than two weeks to write the next chapter and hopefully i can keep my promise. take care, and i hope all of you are wearing your masks and staying safe. <3)  

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Irreverent Pt. 60 - Epilogue

Title: Irreverent Pt. 60 - Epilogue

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: M Words: ~2K

Status: Complete

A/N: That’s all folks. Chapters 59 and 60 coming out together today.

For J - For being the reason I finish this. 

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Aaron's been seated in his new office for the past hour, going over the new certification and training requirements for the BAU with Dave. Technically, it should've been Prentiss he was meeting with, but she'd happily passed along that piece of her new responsibilities, stating that the grouchy old men would do a much better job at it than she ever could.

From across the way, he can see through the glass walls into his old office which Prentiss now occupies. Both Garcia and JJ are sat across from her, no doubt convening there before they all fly out for your bachelorette party. It was a bit unbelievable to think he was only a week away from officially marrying you.

That is, if you survived this weekend, as you'd commented apprehensively earlier that morning. You've been terrified about what Emily had planned, especially given how his bachelor party had gone a few weeks prior. Dave had lured him away with the promise of good steaks and cigars, and then ambushed him with private dancers. He'd even gone out of his way to find one that held an uncanny resemblance to you. John had been sure to give that one a wide berth, making a beeline for the other corner of the room and staunchly avoiding any sort of eye contact with Aaron, much to his amusement. The night had culminated in a panicked text from Aaron to you, begging to be rescued. You'd arrived – his knight in shining armor – and taken him, a terrified Reid who'd been on the phone texting his girlfriend half the night, and a reluctant John who had finally relaxed enough to enjoy the company of the other dancer when you'd arrived and fixed him with an unamused regard that had the poor guy following the rest of you out with quick goodbyes to Dave and Morgan.

"You talk to Morgan recently?" Dave asks idly, sifting through the files in search of the old requirements documentation.

"Yes, he seems to be liking the transition to the academy," Aaron remarks, flipping through the file in front of him in search of the same. "We grabbed lunch last week when I did the Profiling and Prosecution seminar."

Dave smiles with a contemplative nod, and Aaron can only imagine what was going through his friend's head. Things were changing around them slowly – you'd left the team and had built your own, Prentiss was running the BAU, Morgan had retired to spend more time with his wife and soon to arrive son. Aaron himself had taken on the mantle of Section Chief, a role to which he was taking to far better than previously anticipated. Though, he supposed it helped that this time, he was only doing the Section Chief job and not also running the BAU.

It had been the right decision – for him, for you, for Jack. Both of you were home for dinner more nights than not. The three of you had settled into a routine that felt comfortable, and while he missed being directly in the field, he could see the change in him, his body. At his last doctor's visit, Dr. Robbins had commented that his stress levels appeared to be lowered and having a job that wasn't quite so hard on his body was a great help in that.

John was over every few weekends, very much a part of that routine you'd created, and the three of you had flown to New York a handful of times as well, taking Jack to a Yankees game (which he enjoyed thoroughly) and taking him on the subway (which he didn't care for). Dave had asked him half a dozen times, how he felt about John's presence in your lives. Aaron was incredibly alright with it – he hadn't been the only one who thought he'd lost you.

If he was being truly honest with himself, he was far more comfortable with John than he'd ever allowed himself to be around anyone that wasn't you or Haley. He's had time to think about it, about why that was the case. He figures it's because John is possibly the only other person in the world who understands the importance of you, the impact of you. For Aaron, in many ways, John also felt like an extension of you. The same biting humor, the forced humbleness – the way neither one of you could see anything wrong with spoiling Jack entirely.

Aaron could still easily recall the day he'd made an offhand remark about him not wanting Jack to grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth. John had grown quiet, eyes fixed towards where you were finishing making lunch. Jack was sat on the countertop, mixing together a bowl of cookie dough for you, to be baked for after lunch. Aaron had followed his gaze, his heart warming gently at the sight. It was so familiar, Jack always loved helping you in the kitchen. Aaron's mouth involuntarily turns into a smile as you laugh at something Jack had said, your head falling back easily, the musical notes of your laughter making the room feel brighter.

When John had turned back, he had a far away look in his eyes. "You're right," he'd said, clearing his throat, his voice a little heavier than before. "At the end of the day you want to be sure of only one thing – that he feels immensely loved. Because kids who aren't fed love by a silver spoon, they tend to lick it off of knives."

Aaron knew, without being told, that John was referring to Julian. He found himself incredibly grateful that his son got to be fed by you, wielding a platinum spoon. With John in your lives, that love in Jack's life only increased.

*------------*

You stood at the door of Aaron's office, having walked down from your own, on the way to Emily's so that you and the girls could fly off to a weekend of controlled (hopefully) fun. Who were you kidding? Emily Prentiss was in charge of your bachelorette party. You'd be lucky if you made it back in time to meet Aaron at the altar.

It takes a few seconds for them to notice your presence. A few seconds during which you get to admire the late afternoon sun hitting Aaron's frame just right, the golden hues turning his hair a lighter brown – it made him seem younger than his age, and the white flecks (which he blamed almost entirely on you and your disappearance) would suggest. The pronounced furrowed brow that seemed to be a permanent fixture for him while he was in the office, the warm eyes turned seriously down towards the papers in front of him, the pink lips that had spent a fair amount of time between your legs the night prior, causing you to shatter around him. That had resulted in John making a few crude remarks at breakfast that morning, which thankfully flew over Jack's head. Your son was far too excited to have an entire weekend with just his dad and favorite Uncle for a "Boys Only Weekend" to make up for you missing his soccer game on Saturday.

Aaron shifts, noticing your presence, head tilting up and eyes meeting your own. At the sight of you, they imbue warmth and familiarity, sparkling against the reflected sunlight. You're struck for a moment. Your husband-to-be was remarkably beautiful.

"Hey, how's it going?" You smile at both Aaron and Dave, entering quickly to meet Aaron on his side of the desk. Both of them turn to look at you.

"You still have no idea where Emily is taking you?" Rossi's face betrays his glee at your misfortune. He's been cross with you ever since you kidnapped Aaron from his own bachelor party. In your defense, the man had practically begged you to.

"No, she won't tell me." You sigh, your voice coming out almost in a whine.

Rossi's lip twitches, though he does a good enough job at not laughing outright.

You perched on the arm of Aaron's chair, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Harvey sent these over," you tell him, placing the envelope you had been carrying on his desk, your hand returning to play with the ring on your finger around as you were prone to do nowadays. "Would you please sign them and make sure they get to his office before Monday? He wants them finalized before the wedding."

Aaron nods, noting how your delicate fingers caress the stone of the ring that's sat on your hand and made him – quite literally – the luckiest man alive.

He's been expecting some paperwork coming his way in light of your upcoming ceremony. He'd lightly brought up the idea of a pre-nuptial agreement with you early on – for your sake – and had been laughed out of the room. You did however, feel it necessary to make him aware of exactly what assets he'd have access to, and thus your lawyer had been busy creating a summary for him to look over and acknowledge. Apparently, it had taken a full staff to do the entire work up, over the course of a month. If the thud the envelope had made when you'd set on his desk was any indication, he was in for a long night of reading.

"Alright, I should go." You heave off of his chair and the two of you look at each other and then Rossi, who takes a hint and looks away, leaving you to bend down and capture his lips against yours. You feel his arm winding around your waist and tightening into your side briefly, before you withdraw, your tongue peaking out to lick your lips. Aaron looks just barely flushed as Rossi turns back, his lips twitching in amusement as you fix yourself and take your leave.

*------------*

The door closes behind you, Aaron's eyes following your walk across the floor towards Emily's office.

"Is that what I think it is?" Dave asks, drawing his attention back to the envelope you'd dropped off for him. There's something oddly familiar about this – the two of them in his office, an envelope related to you dropped off at his desk. Though this time, under far less confusing and much happier conditions.

Aaron nods, doing his best to hide the smile threatening to break through at his friend's curiosity. Ever since New York, Dave had been very interested in learning exactly how much richer than him you were.

Reaching for the envelope, Aaron opens it up and withdraws the large stack of papers, and flips to the first page. Disclosure of Assets – the name of the document hardly did justice to the summary that followed. Properties across the U.S., Europe, South America, and the Caymans. A plethora of divided up Swiss bank accounts, each with a balance more staggering than the last. A stock portfolio rivaling Buffets. The number at the bottom of the page takes his breath away entirely.

Aaron turns once more to look towards his old office – he can see you gathered there with the rest of the girls, laughing about something. Given the piece of paper in his hand, he has to hand it to you in that moment. You lived far below your means. To think that someone your age had access to that kind of money – that kind of freedom – and still chose to do what you did. He didn't think there were many others who would.

Before Aaron can react, Dave has reached across the table and yanked the piece of paper right out of his hands.

The noise of complete shock that leaves his friend's body was not one that Aaron was likely to forget anytime soon. He watches as Dave reads the same summary he just had, his eyebrows moving further and further into his hairline as he goes down the page.

When he finally looks back at Aaron it's with a look that couldn't quite be described – surprise, awe, a hint of envy. Aaron can viscerally see the same thought he had moments ago regarding you and your work at the Bureau flit through Dave's head as he too turns to assess you across the floor.

Quietly, he hands the documents back to Aaron. Shifting in his chair, Dave clears his throat. "You do know that you're going to be picking up the tab every time now, right?"

Aaron chuckles, nodding. He'd assumed as much.

He turns back to you, only to catch you looking towards him as well through the glass walls. Your mouth turns up into a smile as your eyes meet his. Eyes like the sunrise colliding with his, causing his stomach to flip in that torturously delicious manner that only you seem to invoke. Eyes that meet his and stay. Eyes that have followed him, mirrored his, since the moment the two of you met. Eyes that betrayed you both when you looked at one another, the sheer intensity of the emotion behind them giving you away entirely. It didn't matter what distance, what time, what circumstance separated you from one another – somehow his eyes knew to always find their companion in yours.

Aaron might have fallen first, but he is forever grateful that you'd followed.

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KUROO TETSURŌ - PERMANENT PLAN

➵ summary : ‘love’ a word with multiple meanings, given and taken in different forms and an untouched territory you’d always been frightened of. everyone’s temporary, so you didn’t need to know what love is anyway, but kuroo insists that he’s anything but momentary to you.

➵ genre : x reader - angst , fluff

➵ an : this was just a drabble that eventually became a fic, it’s something i’ve been playing around with in my drafts for a while but this was my personal perception of the world before someone showed me that the worlds a lot nicer when you see the glass half full rather than half empty and there are people who want you to be part of their permanent plan

➵ inspo : sincerity is scary - the 1975 - american money - BØRNS

Love.

The word the world seemed to revolve around. Such a trivial thing to you.

How could one rely on a single emotion so much? How could people find motivation to seek out a feeling that’s just meant to find you naturally and in it’s own time.

In a world with countless people, how could you be so sure you’d found ‘the one’? Surely there was always going to be someone who’d be a better match for you somewhere else.

How bothersome.

You’d watched friends insist they’d found their ‘one’ only for that to have been a lie a handful of months later when you’d get calls from them sobbing on the other end of the line.

Love seemed like an indescribable feeling to you. You were certain you’d never experienced it past family bonds and somewhat platonic bonds, but that was as far as your knowledge on the subject reached.

You were frightened of the feeling in all honesty. Untouched territory you’d refused and continually refuse to enter.

From the outside, love seemed like a good look to wear. People you knew insisted it was the best feeling in the world to become fond of a special someone, to experience all the clichè scenarios one could only read about in books. You had to admit, some of your friends wore it well. You saw a brighter side to them while they embraced the thrill of what they claimed was love. The world seemed a little more pleasant in their eyes during the time period they were going through the phases of these unexplored but seemingly exciting emotions.

That all came crashing down in a matter of time though. You’d seen it over and over again. The once praised and celebrated feeling suddenly unbelieved in and torn apart to shreds. The world dimmed a little darker than it was before and tears clouded visions.

The feeling of love then became distasteful to you. Not wanting to ever go through the shattering heart break you’d seen so many go through, you swore off long-term connections with the same people. Everyone had a time limit and in your head that was the safest option.

The plan you’d kept in action over the years was simple. Keep people at arms reach for a while and gradually let them slip off by themselves. Everyone was replaceable and everyone was temporary. The world moved on and so could you.

Over the years, your mindset slowly set in and people would come and go. Some would linger a little longer than other who’d sometimes disappear as quickly as they apperead. You didn’t mind though. That was what you wanted anyway. It was for the best.

Of course, the world will always throw a spanner in your personal works and this particular spanner the world had tossed your way came in the form of Kuroo Tetsurō, your neighbour and close enough friend of 3 years now.

Kuroo was someone who had been around longer than you seemed to keep others. He never questioned it, noticing signals that you weren’t the type to touch on emotions and feelings out loud, he let you get on with your life and was content with being kept just at arms reach to you.

For now he was anyway.

You didn’t go out of your way to talk to many people and people who you had previously called friends that now scrambled for meaningless small talk with you if you were unfortunate enough to run into them. The feeling of awkwardness wasn’t a personal favourite of yours, you often opted to stay close to Kuroo to avoid having to deal with forced conversations elsewhere.

You weren’t quite sure what it was about Kuroo that kept him in your life for a longer limit than others. Maybe he was a little more persistent than others. Or maybe he felt the need to stay on good terms with you since the two of you were neighbours and you’d already been introduced to his grandparents and father. There were various reasons you assumed were the conclusion as to why Kuroo hadn’t let you slip from his grip just yet, but you were always prepared for it to happen eventually after all, everyone is temporary and Kuroo Tetsurō was no exception.

Fridays were the days most people you knew would go out and let go of the stress pent up over the week just gone. To you, Fridays were a routine. You’d go to Kuroo’s house for dinner with his family and then yourself and Kuroo would head out to a field closeby and lay down a chequered blue and red blanket behind the hill that blocked out the city lights from the view over the farmland and talk for hours on end under the stars.

The scenario itself could be seen as romantic perhaps, but to you, it was nothing more than de-stressing with a friend. You had a right to let out all the built up frustration the same way everyone else did, you just did it in a different way.

Today was a Friday and you were glad. Glad you’d have two days off from cramming pieces of information you were almost certain you’d forget and never need to use again after exams. Glad you didn’t have to watch one of your friends whine about her ex boyfriend's new girlfriend. Glad you were going to be able to voice out these silenced thoughts that had formed and bothered you all week and receive no judgement for it.

“Ready?”

Kuroo was leaning against your locker like he would everyday when you’d walk home together.

“Yeah.” You hummed as he took his place beside you as the two of you strolled back to your neighbourhood.

Conversations on the walk back home always consisted of Kuroo telling you about training. Various stories about members on his team were retold to you and he’d always make sure to tell you every detail. You’d always listen and give input when he asked or given clear signs of implication he wanted it. That was something you liked about Kuroo.

You were transparent enough with each other.

Both of you were able to read the others behaviour well and knew what the other wanted. Kuroo was able to read you emotionally well and you hadn’t even realised it until this year. He always respected your feelings and situations regarding other people. He never once questioned your morals or ties with others and left you to your own devices. Sometimes, he’d test the waters a little and try to see if he could perhaps get something out of you.

Any sign that you would open up to him a little more, let him in a little more, anything he could get a grasp of. He’d always stop when he knew he had gotten as close as he could get to you. He never tried to pry the doors of your life open but instead waited patiently outside the door and would wait for it to slowly creak open every so often but still never taking it upon himself to increase the gap in the door when a crack was opened and letting himself in.

You appreciated that about him.

A part of you wished you could open the door a little more for him, but Kuroo Tetsurō was not an exception to your life and you’ve had to remind yourself of that a little more often in the recent days.

By the time you’d reached the Kuroo residence, he’d told you an amusing story regarding his best friend Kenma and teammate Lev who you knew was a first year. According to Kuroo, Kenma had been given the task to help Lev out a little more in training much to his demise. You found the story ironic given that Kenma had been unenthusiastic about the sport until recently he seemed to be a little more willingly involved.

You had assumed this was because the National Spring Tournament was approaching fast and this would be Kuroo’s last chance as a highschooler to attend and go far in the competition. To you it looked like Kenma was preparing to move on ready to acknowledge that Kuroo wouldn’t be competing alongside him next year. He wanted to make Kuroo’s last year worth it and even though Kenma hadn’t admitted it out loud, you knew enough about both his and Kuroo’s friendship to know that it ran deep and unspoken promises were constantly fulfilled in their tight bond. They had the type of bond you had previously wished to contain with someone a few years back but that desire was nowhere near as present these days.

Still, that didn’t mean the burning yearn had completely been extinguished yet. A small flickering flame was still alive deep inside of you, you just refused to ignite it further.

“Yeah, Kenma wasn’t thrilled with the new responsibility he’s been given but he’s still doing it and I know he’ll actually try to help Lev in his own way.”

“I’m sure he will Tetsurō.”

At this point, Kuroo was unlocking his front door as he concluded his story. A few more seconds of his messing with his keys and the door opened. He pulled the silver key out and stepped out the way to let you in first, bowing slightly as he did so.

“God you’re so pretentious.” You hummed as he snickered behind you and closed the door once the two of you had stopped inside and been welcomed by the smell of cooking food.

“Tetsu, Y/N! Is that you two?” a shrill but somewhat soft voice rung from the kitchen.

“No, it’s some thieves who are about to ransack your house!” Kuroo teasingly called back as his grandmother scoffed at him emerging from the kitchen doorway.

“Well, aren’t you just the stand up comedian today.”

You laughed and smiled at his grandmother whose face brightened as she caught sight of your face.

“Ah, Y/N! How was your day my dear? I’ve made you your favourite tonight so I hope you’re hungry.”

The older woman approached you as you nodded and smiled.

“I’m always hungry when it comes to your cooking.”

“Flattery will get you anywhere Y/N.”

“It’s not flattery, it's genuine.” you shot back at the older woman who only chuckled and wandered back to the kitchen.

“Didn’t know you knew what the word ‘genuine’ meant.” Kuroo casually said as if he hadn’t just exposed something so raw about you.

“What’s that meant to mean?” you quickly replied, irritation filling your senses.

Kuroo saw this and immediately surrendered. He’d already gotten too close to the line and you hadn’t even sat down for dinner yet.

“Nothing, nothing, just ignore me.” His tone stitched with the thinnest threads of guilt.

You frowned at him slightly but let it go. There was no point in getting so easily worked up especially when you knew the boy meant no malicious harm.

“Come on, let’s go up to my room for a bit, dinner won’t be ready for another 15 minutes I’m going to assume.”

You nodded and grabbed your bag to bring up to Kuroo’s room.

You liked Kuroo’s room, it was very; him.

It was clean but a small clutter of papers and books were piled and scattered along his desk. It amused you that his work area seemed to be the only chaotic section in his room. He was academically organised but his desk would tell you another story. That was just his work process you supposed, so you never brought it up to him. A bed with plain white sheets dominated the most space in his room and a stuffed dog sat at the centre of two pillows.

When you had entered Kuroo’s room for the first time a few years back, he immediately insisted that the stuffed toy was a childhood gift he’d grown attached to and he simply couldn’t throw it away. You smiled thinking about the sentimental side Kuroo carried and didn’t seem to mind expressing. He was very family orientated and liked things with meaning behind them. His stuffed dog ‘Chow’ (Kuroo had told you the toy’s name was a reference to his favourite childhood film ‘Cars’ as he would often repeat the iconic phrase “Kachow” when he was younger although the cogs in his brain were a little smaller back then, only being able to pick out the “chow” part of the catchphrase.), lived in the exact same spot at the top of the bed and between two pillows and Kuroo never failed to leave him there after making his bed every morning.

It was the little details like this that made Kuroo a little more interesting to you. Perhaps that was one of the reasons you didn’t mind him enduring his time with you a little longer than you usually allowed others to. He didn’t mind sharing little facts with you and was always open for you to read. He never went out of his way to hide things from you and always made sure the two of you were on the same page.

You placed your bag down on the floor, left side of his bedroom door as you always did and sat down on the bed. The mattress dipped as Kuroo’s weight followed after yours. He leaned over and grabbed his TV remote from his bedside table and switched it on to scroll through the various saved programmes the two of you would watch together. It was an unspoken rule that Kuroo wasn’t allowed to watch certain series or documentaries without you and he followed this rule obediently even though neither of you had voiced it out.

Instinctively, Kuroo selected the series the two of you were currently watching together. ‘Your Lie in April’ seemed like a good choice at first but Kuroo soon found that it was a lot more emotional than you had first anticipated. You usually kept your emotions in check and hardly let them show past brief happiness. Kuroo would observe that you always just seemed content. Not particularly happy but not sad either. You just seemed to ease your way through life and take each day as it comes. ‘Your Lie in April’ seemed to bring out a soft twinkle in your eye as particular scenes triggered something within you. A few days ago, you had told Kuroo the series was boring and you wanted to watch something else, he wouldn’t allow that though. He told you that you had started it so now you had to finish it regardless whether it was good or not. He liked to finish something properly and you had no choice but to understand that. His real intention was to see that unusual twinkle in your eyes a little more often. He hadn’t figured out quite what it was or what it meant yet but something seemed to be trying to break out, you just wouldn’t let it. He knew you had inner emotions, but when he’d been deprived from seeing them by you, he was desperate to witness any emotion that wasn’t your usually appeased aura.

“Tetsu, I told you this is boring!” you whined as the two of you sit back and let the intro play.

“And I told you we have to finish it! I want to know if Kosei and Kaori ever perform together!”

“You’re such a sap ew.”

Kuroo laughed and poked your side as the episode finally began to play. The two of you sat in silence as you focused on the screen. Kuroo would have to admit his attention was a little more on you than the TV but he couldn’t help it. The flicker in your eyes was back and Kuroo noticed that it would reappear in the more emotional scenes with the main protagonist. Maybe you related to the main character. He seemed pretty content with just getting on with his own life. He didn’t seem particularly happy or sad either until the girl, Kaori came into his life.

Kuroo liked to think he was your Kaori; without the dying part of course. He could only hope that he brought a little more light into your life even though you seemed to prefer the dim brightness. It didn’t matter to him though, he was just grateful you’d kept him around for as long as you had. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you had a tendacy to let people drift in and out of your life, not letting them stay long enough to make an impact. He was certain he had some sort of impact on you though. After all, you had been coming over to his house every Friday for 2 years now and you never once cancelled or complained.

He was sure that this tradition had been engraved into your life and he had made some sort of change to your routine. He didn’t need affirmation from you, he knew he had you somewhat hooked onto him the same way he had hooked onto you. Neither of you spoke about it though. The unspoken and lingering feeling of relying on each other was definitely present but neither you or Kuroo seemed to approach it head on and confront it.

That was okay though. As long as he knew that you could rely on him to at least keep you at the surface rather than letting you fall and drown into an empty pit you seemed to have been digging for yourself, he was okay with that.

After around 20 minutes, the two of you were called down to dinner. Kuroo paused the episode and switched the TV off before waiting for you to shuffle off the bed. The two of you headed downstairs to the dining room, elbows bumping into each other, Kuroo had a soft smile on his face as you playfully nudged each other down the stairs.

Kuroo’s grandparents were already sitting down and Kuroo’s father was just walking in at the same time. You smiled at his father and thanked him for having you, to which he only laughed.

“You don’t need to keep thanking me Y/N, you’re practically family now!”

Family huh?

While Kuroo’s father probably didn’t mean to stir inner conflict in you, he did. The statement sent waves through your system as you tried not to overthink it. Did they really see you as family? How were they going to feel when you’d eventually disintegrate from their daily lives? Would they be mad at you or would they not care?

It didn’t matter anyway. The same way everyone was replaceable to you, you were replaceable to them. You were certain Kuroo would eventually forget about you too, maybe even find someone better to spend his time with and give his undivided attention to. The feeling of rejection stung ever so slightly but it confused you at the same time. The whole reason you kept people at a distance from you was because you never wanted to feel the effects of rejection. So why was it starting to hurt now? You weren’t romantically involved with Kuroo and nor had you snuck out of his life just yet. He hadn’t replaced you and hadn’t given you any implications on doing so ever. So why was the feared feeling beginning to surface?

You did your best to shove down your growing concern throughout your meal. Talking and laughing with Kuroo and his family whilst you ate. Everything seemed okay and you thought you were doing a good job of compressing the unwanted affects your thoughts were giving you. Things went smoothly and you seemed normal on the exterior but Kuroo was a perceptive person and could tell throughout the whole meal that you were in battle with yourself. He kept quiet for the time being though and let you keep up your act a little longer. He’d confront you about it later when there were no other distractions or ears other than his for your voice to reach.

You thanked Kuroo’s grandmother for the meal and helped clean up the table and kitchen as you usually would. Kuroo’s grandmother would wash the dishes while you and Kuroo would dry them and put them away. He’d reach the shelves your smaller form couldn’t reach. “Teamwork makes the dreamwork!” He’d declare every week resulting in your eyes to roll and a sigh to leave your lips. “This is hardly teamwork, I can do it myself.”

Kuroo smirked and shook his head. “With the assistance of a chair perhaps but why go to those lengths when you’ve got a perfectly strong, tall and capable man here to do it for you instead?”

Kuroo’s grandmother would snort and make a witty comment back to Kuroo teasing him for his perception of himself and Kuroo would find himself with no reply as he had got his own wit from his grandmother and there was no answering back when it came to her.

20 minutes of cleaning would always go by fast and the kitchen would be back to it’s homely but immaculate state as the three of you worked efficiently.

“The blankets under the stairs in the cabinet, I washed it a few days ago so it should be clean.”

You thanked the older woman and Kuroo pressed a soft kiss to her cheek in appreciation. You snickered and teased Kuroo for being a Grandma’s boy but he’d only shrug and ask if you could blame him. You couldn’t in all honesty. His grandmother had been close to him and she always gave Kuroo the support and tenderness his actual mother couldn’t. She was a perfect substitute and Kuroo would probably claim that he was raised in the best way possible even if his family wasn’t exactly the typical cookie cutter family dynamic that others had.

You’d have to agree with him as you saw no faults in their family. His family figures had in fact done a good job of raising Kuroo right and they had every right to be proud of him and the way he’d turned out. You even felt a sense of pride when you thought about him. You’d never voice it though, never admitting to growing somewhat attached to the boy you’d never allow yourself to acknowledge it. You were not to keep anyone closer than arms length to you and Kuroo Tetsurō was no exception.

You and Kuroo padded up the stairs to his room where he tossed an oversized jumper in your direction. Your blazer wouldn’t suffice as protection from the cold and it was a pain to carry a coat to school as the days were warm, it was only in the evenings the temperature decreased.

He shrugged one of his own jumpers on as you followed suit. The slightly frayed ends reached past your fingertips as you brought them close to your face. It was clear this time, Kuroo had lent you a jumper he had shown a little extra love to. He must’ve worn this one more than the others and the strong natural and comforting smell of him lingering in the threads of the fabric only proved your hypothesis further.

Kuroo made his way over to you and took your sleeves into his hands and he rolled them up a little. Just enough for your fingers to peak out so you could use your hands without excessive material getting in the way. The small gesture was another thing Kuroo never failed to complete every week either. He’d always make sure your fingers peaked out his hoodies at least a little to prevent you from losing grip onto anything. He also liked the way your warm fingers would brush up against his as the two of you would walk next to each other. It was almost like your hands were teasing him to hold them. He’d thought about taking your hands and intertwining your fingers together as you’d walk over behind his house and into the field where you’d always sit in the same spot and just talk about anything and everything that came to mind. He had restraint himself from doing so however. He wasn’t sure if you would be comfortable with that and the last thing Kuroo wanted to do was drive you away or worse yet, have you cast him out further than you already kept him. For now, he’d just have to put up with you unintentionally testing his patience.

You had been walking, soft hums of passing vehicles in the background as the city lived on through the night. The sounds became more distant as the two of you trekked further away from the urban area and deeper into the more rural territory.

The hill the two of you would always sit behind came clearer to your vision as you approached it and walked around it rather than over it. You had previously told Kuroo you were not going to make the effort to hike over it and Kuroo just laughed and deemed you lazy despite the fact he had no intention of ever making the journey over the mound of land himself.

After striding through the grassy land, the two of you had made it to your spot. A green patch of grass that hid the lights of Tokyo behind you and gave you a clear vision of the stars littered above your heads. Kuroo laid the blanket down as you both took your seats on the ground as you let out a sigh.

Conversation would naturally flow between you during these hours, whatever came to mind was spoken and neither one of you would hand judgment for what was said between you. Kuroo watched as you still handled the inner conflict that had struck up inside of you earlier. While you assumed you were doing a good job of concealing your slight stress, Kuroo noticed you seemed a little less focused and more immersed in the world of your own. You hadn’t even noticed that he was staring and observing you and you mindlessly tried to witter on about something that had happened in class. You sighed and looked up the stars, a peaceful silence blanketing over the two of you. Kuroo was yet to bring up his observations of your behaviour but decided that now wasn’t the right time as he anticipated your next words.

You both tilted your heads up to the sky as the stars glittered contrasting the dark night sky.

“Do you ever consider that we’re like the stars Tetsu?” You softly spoke as neither of you tore your eyes away from the view above.

“In what sense?” he murmured back, not daring to look at you.

“In the sense of they're just scattered. They’re aimlessly placed and compete with each other to shine the brightest. People are just like that too.”

Kuroo hummed and angled his head to catch sight of your soft eyes momentarily. “Explain.”

You exhaled and closed your eyes briefly.

“No obvious place in life, just thrown into things and have to make their own way from there. Regarding the competition as to which star can shine the brightest, people compete in the world of hierarchy and often strive to be the best in their industry and shine the brightest for others to admire.”

Kuroo sat up properly and turned his gaze in your direction. You noticed this and looked back into his eyes that seemed to be figuring something out. A moment of silence was left between the two of you as Kuroo thought about your perception.

“But,” he began, eyes never once losing focus on yours. “Have you ever considered that a lot of these stars are contributes to constellations?” He contrasted against your point as you raised an eyebrow.

“Each star in a constellation is connected to another building a small community of stars together, some may not be as bright as others but they’re always there no matter how dim they can be. ‘Draco’ wouldn’t be ‘Draco’ if there was a star missing would it? Each star holds a purpose even if it doesn't shine the brightest.”

You didn’t miss the way Kuroo’s eyes desperately searched yours. He was looking for any signs of misunderstandment or confusion as he continued his point.

“So, I think yes you’re right about people being like stars, just in a different way to what you think. Everyone has connections and is part of some sort of community like the stars are and even if they don’t shine the brightest, people are always there to support and connect with you even if it may not seem obvious.”

Kuroo’s point seemed more like a personal examination and answer for you. He had figured you out and you hadn’t even realised till now. Did he know this whole time you had people so casually passing through your life? Was he aware that you were expecting the same thing to happen to him? You had no idea and you didn’t know if you wanted to know either. Perhaps he’d be mad at you for not making your intentions as clear as you thought you should’ve or maybe he wouldn’t care at all and he’d obliged and let you be part of his temporary plan as you had been on everyone else's.

“I know Y/N. You’re not exactly good at being deceptive, well; when it comes to me anyway.”

You desperately tried to think of an excuse.

Why wasn’t he laughing or mocking you for being so detached? Surely he must’ve thought you were a waste of time now so why wasn’t he showing signs of annoyance or anger.

“K-Kuroo -I”

“-Kuroo? I thought I was Tetsu. You can’t just back out now that I’ve figured you out!”

His voice had a tone of hurt and if you weren't so focused on him and his actions right now, you may have missed it. But you didn’t.

“No! No, it’s not like that it’s just- You, no-” You couldn’t think of anything to say to him. What could you even say to someone who had read you like an open book and done their thorough research on it. There was nothing you could say other than the truth now and you both knew this.

“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” His hand inched closer to yours as a calming expression met your own.

You inhaled and exhaled and cleared your head slightly.

“I’m only temporary, why do you care so much?”

There it was.

Your true feelings towards the situation and the people around you. But Kuroo wasn’t like the people around you so why was it hard to tell him? Then again, he was to be treated like everyone else in your life had been, as Kuroo Tetsurō was no exception.

“Who says you’re temporary?” Kuroo’s eyes widened as worry and regret washed over you. He had a sympathetic look to him and had a sense of sadness of his own. Did you really just think you were temporary to him? Did you think that way towards everyone?

He was prepared to confront you, expected you to tell him that you just fell out with people easily. He had no idea of the weight of the burden you carried and he certainly didn’t like you felt this way and let yourself be weighed down by it.

“Thats just the way it is.” your voice barely above as whisper as Kuroo looked at you with disbelief. He shook his head. His hand begging him to let it interlock with yours. He held off just a little longer. You were vulnerable and he refused to take advantage of that no matter how small the gesture seemed.

“Why? Why are things that way? Who told you they have to be that way?” his voice calm and collected with small pitches of sadness as he practically begged you to give him an answer. Maybe he hadn’t made as big an impact on you than he initially thought. Maybe he was wrong this whole time about what he was and was hoping to be to you. God, this hurt him just as much.

You shuddered and shook your head at the boy.

“I don’t want to know what love is. I don’t want to risk the aftermath of rejection. I’m scared Tetsurō. I’m so so scared.” A vulnerable look replaced the usual bored look in your eyes. Kuroo watched the way your fingertips gripped the edges of his jumper and the way you cast your gaze down. He didn’t like it one bit. Why did you feel like that? Had you been hurt before unbeknownst to his knowledge? He thought he knew you inside and out.

“Love...it’s scary yes but it’s exciting too. It’s unexplainable Y/N, I couldn’t possibly give you an answer as to what it’s like. I do know,” he gestured for you to look up at him. “that you will experience it in some form at some point in your life. It’s inevitable. You shouldn’t feel frightened though. That’s what other people are for. They’ll be there to pick you back up and dust you off if things do go wrong. The same way the stars connect together, people are connected and you’ll always have people to rely on.”

Nothing but genuine emotion went into his words and you knew this. So why were you still trying to fight it?

Kuroo picked up on this and sighed. He didn’t know this was the reason you had avoided letting people in. The reason seemed somewhat confusing but he also saw your point at the same time. You lacked trust in yourself and that was something Kuroo wanted to give you if you weren’t going to give it to yourself.

“I-I’m sorry! This is stupid I should’ve just kept quiet. I bet you think I’m a waste of time oh god, I’m so sorry Tetsu, this is why I don’t let people get involved with me.” tears threatened to spill but you’d refuse to let them. You’d done so well up until now. Nobody suspected anything when you’d gradually drift away but life is never that generous to let things go your way all the time. Kuroo Tetsurō was an obstacle you couldn’t beat and sometimes in life you have to admit to defeat.

“God Y/N, you’re not temporary to anyone especially not me! I’m not mad at you I just wish you’d rely on me a little more. I want to be part of your constellation I just don’t know if you want me to be.”

Tears brimmed your vision a little more and you could barely speak but managed the next few words out.

“I’m only part of your temporary plan, we all move on eventually and you will too.”

“You’ve always been a part of my permanent plan. Always have been, always will be. I don’t care in what way, but I’ll always want you to be a part of my life. I never intended on letting you go no matter how much you wanted me to.”

Without even realising it, your hand had edged closer and closer to Kuroo’s and you could feel the warmth of his hand close to yours. Your breath hitched as you took a deep breath before Kuroo continued.

“I can’t promise you a life of no disruption, I mean you’ve seen how loud my laugh is and you’re the only one who puts up with my irritating provoking for so long.” You laughed at this. “But what I can promise you is lessons in love. Let me not only teach you but let you learn with me. I have little to no experience but I have some idea of how it’s meant to feel and I’m pretty sure it’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

You sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” you murmered closing your eyes. A soft smile gracing your lips. The first genuine smile you’d given him since leaving the house.

“Take me up on my offer and let me take care of you. We’ll take it slow but I want you to know it’s okay to trust others and let them in a little.”

You looked down and noticed Kuroo’s hand had enveloped over yours. You liked the feeling of his larger calloused hand over yours. It felt right. This felt right.

You were unexperienced and anxious for now. Territory untouched now so close to your feet, but Kuroo wanted to step into that territory not in front of you, but alongside hand-in-hand with you.

“Take good care of me from here on out then.”

Kuroo smiled and gave your hand a light squeeze and you leant in a little closer to him as the two of you sat under the seemingly aimless but connected stars.

You hadn’t let a lot of people into your life. Everyone stayed a few metres away from the door and they’d eventually leave after they never seemed to open. Kuroo had decided to wait and in the end it seemed worth it. The doors had opened for the first time and that’s what told you Kuroo Tetsurō was in fact an exception.

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Steve Rogers - Promise

A/N - So, this is my first marvel imagine? I haven’t watched all the films yet, I’m halfway through and watching them all in chronological order, but I couldn’t resist because I love Steve Rogers. So much. Once I’ve finished watching, I'll probably realise a shit tonne of mistakes in this, but please don’t judge. Apologies for any typos and incorrect information. GIF credits to owner.

Warnings - angst, smut so 18+ please; fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do it), borderline ‘captain’ kink, 5k.

Summary - you’re an admin worker in stark tower, an average working girl except for one thing, you have a superior memory, one that has aided you many a time. But when you’re leading Cap on a mission and it gets cut off, is it because of your memory, or are you just letting your crush on Steve cloud any reasonable thinking?

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB, there’s no denying it. You’re young, a Brit in America, just working to help with your future, but after how well it’s been going recently? You don’t think you’ll want to leave. 

You’re an admin at Stark Tower. Not that one is really needed with all of Tony’s tech, and the fact that everyone is more than capable of sorting themselves out, it’s just fun to be around. Not only do you complete all the stenography and spreadsheets that don’t necessarily have to do with anyone specific, but you also do many of the more artistic plans and are everyone’s personal therapist. You probably don’t help your own cause - leaving your door propped open with a book to let anyone drift in and out of their own accord at any given time, unless you’re properly working, and then they know to find you in your office. Yes, your very own office.

Recently, with you becoming more and more familiar with the workings of all the residents, growing more knowledgeable of their work lives, picking up the lingo and everyone’s gladness at your perfect, imperturbable memory, you’re slowly being given more tasks. This could be anything from mission reassignment to looking through months old footage, but you’ve been helping out over the system on a couple of missions. You really feel like one of the team even though you know you’re far from it. Sleeping in the tower helps, as well as being welcomed by everyone every meal time that you sit together, especially the way they test your memory trick and always seem completely amazed at how you remember the most obscure details. Anything from the exact positioning of a birth mark on someone that Natasha took down the first week you began working, to the precise measurement of metal that Tony needed to complete a new project, to the freckle on Steve’s bare ass that one time he had to use your shower-

That escalated quickly. 

Currently, you’re in your office, daydreaming and completely wistfully thinking. You have no trouble remembering every conversation you and Steve have ever had, not that many admittedly, but he’s always been so kind to you. He was the first one to truly make you feel part of the team, welcoming you with a hug before holding you at arms length and brushing a crease from the arm of your blouse. You’re not really sure if he’d seen anyone dress that way, since all the girls he was around were always in their kick ass clothes, gym shorts or comfies, so you wandering around day in day out and wearing frilly Victorian-era blouses paired with short, tight pencil skirts and Louboutin stilettos may have been a shock to his system. It wasn’t with any agenda in mind that you did this, merely a mix of modesty and business woman style. Every word Cap has ever said flies through your mind, the impeccable memory of the way his exquisite nylon suit clings to him in all the right places... 

Steve is the only guy you’ve fancied for a while, the only person you’ve ever really gone for emotionally, and all of that is because he’s such a cute human being; so genuine, so upbeat around you, so supportive, and his smile. Goddamn his smile. He’s just too cute for life, which is also why you should really be concentrating, considering you’re supposed to be monitoring his mission. 

“Y/N, are you there? I think somethings happening, someone’s here that we didn’t know about, where do I go?”

His usually soft voice is frantic, and you can tell he’s a little scared, since this was supposed to be a simple solo mission, in and out, but now you’re having to recite an escape route. 

“Turn left at the end of that corridor, half way down there’s a grate on the wall. Pull it off, climb inside.” You tell him as calmly as you can, but even your heart is beating out of your chest, breathing laboured and a slight sweat forming on your forehead. 

“I’m in, sweetheart. What next?” Not the right time for your heart to flutter at his words, especially not the time to imagine the way his raspy morning voice would curl around those very same Few words...

“Follow the route, it’ll bring you out in a downstairs kitchen area that was empty last time I checked, I’ll look again...” you trail off, clicking off the one screen with the dot of his whereabouts to check the surveillance, and he seems to be safe. 

You hear his breathing calm down as he crawls through the ventilation system, but even as you flick through every camera that you’ve been able to access in the building he’s in and the surrounding area, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary apart from a couple of unconscious, probably dead blokes scattered across stone floors.

“I’m in the kitchen, but there’s no doors in here, no way out.” He says. 

Fuck.

Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Yes there is Steve, it’s on the north wall beside a faux, oversized spice rack. It has a silver handle and it’s an oak door, exactly like my bedroom door.”

He pauses, his heart rate thrumming heavily, “sweetheart there’s no door here, there’s no spice rack, just old built in cabinets and flat walls. You must have misremembered.”

“Shut the fuck op Steve, I’m doing what I can,”

Your usual eloquence is out the window along with all of your chill, sounding mildly like a road man as you frantically tap between the screens. He’s right though, his only way out is to climb back in the vent and hope to god, well, or Thor, that no one finds him there, but that may be too late.

“Try the cold tap on the sink, I don’t know exactly what was said but I distinctly remember someone talking about it. Stay calm for me Cap, please.” You want to beg for him to be ok, to come back in one piece, because this isn’t a normal mission, you’re emotionally attached. 

He takes a deep breath and walks over to the tap, but as soon as he touches it, all surveillance is cut off, your computer goes black, and you can’t even hear his breathing anymore. 

“Steve? Cap, come back to me, can you hear me? Steve?” With each call of his name to which he doesn’t respond, you grow more frantic. The lights are still on so you know that it’s not the mains, but you’re not educated with circuits, so you do what you can to reboot your computer, only for it to show up with your bland screen of spreadsheets, sans anything about the mission or Steve.

Your hands start shaking, lip quivering and mind overwhelmed with stress. It’s over, you’ve lost Steve, fucked up the mission, you’ll be out of a job, and the worst part? You broke a promise. 

“Promise you’ll keep me safe out there Y/N?” Steve asked, his cute little smile twinkling in his eyes and making your whole body go giddy.

“I promise, but you have to promise that you’ll come back in one piece.”

“That I can do, for you.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your body and placing a kiss to your hairline. 

You haven’t been at the compound long enough to know whether this is normal for Steve, or for anyone, or if he’s just a natural flirt. Whatever it is, you feel too guilty to face him again if he even comes back alive. 

Slowly, soft sobs start to escape your lips without you noticing, tears slipping down your cheeks and dampening the neck of your blouse. You can’t help the guilt that overtakes you, the fear that you can’t even reason, and that’s when you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Can I come in?”

It’s Natasha. You nod gently as she takes a seat in the corner of your room, throwing her feet up on your coffee table so nonchalantly that it’s almost not a challenge of authority. 

“What’s up? Didn’t you have to radio for Cap?” Once again you nod, hastily wiping the tears from your face and smoothing your skirt out. “So, why are you crying?”

You like Natasha, of course you do, but you have normal people emotions and a little more conscience, unable to stand the thought of anyone even getting a papercut on your watch. 

“He went off, the computers crashed, and it’s all my fault.” You say, standing up and moving to shut your office door, locking it for safekeeping, because if Bucky finds out then you’re dead. 

Natasha grabs a lollipop from your sweet bowl and sticks it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s flirting. She’s not, that’s just Natasha. “Care to elaborate?”

You take a sharp breath, “someone was there that we didn’t calculate, I had to get him through the ventilation system to an abandoned kitchen that I KNOW had a door, my memory doesn’t glitch, so in the time it took for Steve to get through the vents, someone must’ve closed off the door, but I’m not sure how. Then he just went when he touched the only possible thing that could be an escape route. Fuck, what if he’s dead?”

You feel tears bubbling up in your eyes again, blinking harshly to keep them away. 

“So what if he is? You’re smart, you’re panicking, so you’ve obviously done everything. It sounds harsh but you can’t get too attached. Just listen out and he’ll come back of his own accord, but if he doesn’t then we’ll have to deal with that later.” She says, grasping a hand around your shoulder before  stepping over the threshold to the main compound, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

Maybe she thought tough love would work, but she has a point. You’ve done everything you can, so now it’s just a waiting game.

You keep an ear piece on you but shut your office for the night, heading out to the bar to pour yourself a more than healthy sized glass of wine. You unbutton your shirt a little and slide down the wall to your favourite reading spot, in one far corner, you set up some cushions and bedding. You’re the only one that uses it, but you could swear that you’ve seen Steve eyeing it up before. So you sit, tears streaming down your cheeks and leaving you with mascara-stained tear tracks, the first few buttons of your shirt recklessly undone, and your heels flung elsewhere. You bring the bottle over with your glass, and you pick up a book to keep you distracted. 

You’re not sure how long you sit there, guilt slowly building, occasionally calling Steve’s name to check if he’s come back on the system, but there’s nothing. Nothing until the lift doors open, and out walks a very bloody Cap with his suit half on and a skin tight white t-shirt clinging to his upper body.

The tears don’t stop falling from your eyes, but you close your book anyway. You would stand up, run to hug him, but your legs can’t hold you up, so you stay seated, all your words caught in your throat as Steve edges further across the common area towards you. 

He offers you a shy smile, virtually collapsing into the carpet only metres from you. Slowly his head lifts, hair falling into his eyes, and he holds his arms out. 

“Oh god Steve,” it’s him. Really him. You feared he’d be a hologram or something, your eyes deceiving you from their soreness post crying. But he’s here, you can tell from the overly memorised display of veins in his bicep when he offers you his arm. 

“It’s me,” he nods, edging a little further towards you as you crawl closer and settle into his grip. 

Your tears flow freely, dampening his shirt. Neither of you says a word, he just grips you closer to him, cuddling your legs into his lap to soothe you.

After a while, Steve fidgets, and you find your eyes dry. 

You angle your head upwards, your well kept chignon completely haywire. Steve’s face is covered in bruises and dried blood, but his eyes don’t look at all worried. 

“What happened?” You whisper, words vibrating through his chest. 

“The tap was a trick, or maybe I twisted the wrong one, but all the lights went out and I was shocked, I had to attack a few guys but I made it out, albeit bruised.” He swallows, running a shy finger over the curves of your face. “Were you worried about me?”

You nod, clutching him close. He chuckles and draws circles on your back through your shirt, just his soft touch more comforting than anything else. 

“I’m fine, sweetheart, is my nose broken though?”

You look at his nose, softly smoothing over a hell of a bruise, before placing a gentle kiss to the bridge. 

“No, trust me. In British comps, fights happen daily, and my ex was in with a bad crowd, always in fights. I had to deal with all kinds of injuries, and your nose is not broken. Be grateful because it hurts to sort it out.”

He laughs and brings you in.

“You deserve so much better than someone like that. I was worried about you when I was out there you know...” he says.

A strange conversation transition, but who are you to judge. 

“I was so scared, I thought you’d died,” ah shit, here come the tears again, “Natasha told me to just wait it out like I wasn’t completely emotionally attached to you. Bloody hell, Steve, I’d be responsible if you died.”

He cooes sweet reassurances in your ear, wrapping his arms entirely around your torso while the join between his neck and shoulder becomes your sanctuary.

“I’m emotionally attached to you too if that helps,” he whispers in your ear, so quietly that he hopes you didn’t hear, instantly regretting it. But with the soft kiss you place on the sweet spot just below his ear, he brings up all his courage to angle his head just right, capturing your lips in his in the sweetest of kisses. 

You gasp into the kiss, your reaction giving Steve means to believe you didn’t like it, instantly pulling away and dropping his hands from around your body.

“I-I’m sorry, you’re upset and I took advantage of that, and I haven’t really been with anyone since, well...”

“Shut up and kiss me, Steve.” You command, cutting off his rambling, your hand cupping his cheek. 

His hands slowly make their way around your body, fumbling for the bottom of your blouse and subsequently unable to find where your shirt ends and your skirt starts. You giggle a little into the kiss, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss by delving his tongue into your mouth. You place your hands over his and guide them to your chest. For a second, he seems confused, his lips halting their massaging movements on your own, until he finds the open buttons at the top of your blouse. He pulls his lips away for a moment, breath mingling together in the air. His smells of strawberries, you note. He glances at you for reassurance, something which you eagerly give, so he begins. His hands slowly work their way over your chest, fingers fiddling with your buttons as you wait patiently, completely submissive for Steve to do whatever he wants to you. 

He pushes the material from your shoulders, and you untuck the back of it from your skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing your bra. Though now you see Steve eyeing it up, you realise it’s not really a bra at all, rather two triangles of flimsy fabric with some bands and strings attached, one of your only bras that doesn’t show through a sheer blouse. The way his eyes are boggling at your tits though, you guess he likes it. 

An unwitting blush creeps up your neck and cheeks, suddenly feeling cold under his scrutiny.

“You can touch them if you want,” you chuckle lightly, fearing that you’ll sound like an inexperienced teenager if you say more. 

Steve blushes as crimson as you, his large hands leaping at the opportunity to feel you. You throw your head back in pleasure as his cold thumb rubs over your nipples, making them hard to the touch, and the rest of his hands get to work massaging and kneading your boobs, pulling down the fabric to softly kiss your bare skin. 

Although he hasn’t done this in a while, well, a lifetime, he still knows how to do it realllly well. 

Your hands fly to his heart, keeping him there, his lips switching between your breasts until you grow a little more needy, grinding down on his bulge. 

“You wanna do this?” He asks, voice a little hoarse but still silky. 

“Yes, Steve. Fuck, just take me.”

“Language,” he chides jokingly, but despite that, he agrees. 

Clearly he doesn’t need to be asked twice, because he has you flipped beneath him with your back on your cushions in your reading corner, his lips attaching your neck. 

You fumble with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head between kisses and suckles to a sensitive spot on your neck. He’s carved like a Greek god, abs toned to perfection, his tanned skin rippling with any given movement. He feels so soft too, skin tender beneath your fingers, trailing them gently across his back and torso to simply feel him. The contrary of gentle skin and solid muscles is one that makes your mouth water with desire, bringing Cap’s lips back to your own, palms pressed firmly against his back. You go in deep this time, licking his mouth and devouring his taste. To your surprise, he kisses you back with even more fervour, so passionate that you lose track of any thought swirling in your mind. 

“Suit off, now.” You call breathlessly, watching on as Steve clumsily tries to peel off his trousers by using the sleeve of his suit. He’s moving so recklessly that with an abrupt movement he’ll snag the fabric, ripping the suit that makes him look heaven sent. 

“Here,” you giggle, offering a hand out which he gladly takes, letting you shimmy the tough material down his legs, only blocked by his clunky boots which he kicks off at the same time as the suit, haphazardly leaving them wherever they fall in the lounge. “Fuck.” Is all you can choke out. The serum worked on everything. Even with his briefs still on, you can see his cock twitching within its confines.

“You’re wearing too many clothes now,” he faux scolds, leaping atop you again, kissing your collarbone as his hands work their way down your body. 

First he unhooks your bra properly, throwing it off and you both hear it land on the glass coffee table from the way your clasp knocks the glass. Next he moves onto your skirt, unzipping it, your hips raising of their own accord to accommodate his actions, slipping it off alongside your tights, revealing your bare legs to him for the first time. He doesn’t care about any of the natural marks that grace your skin, merely that you’re sitting in just your panties and only for him. 

“God you’re so beautiful,” he says.

He runs his palms over your thighs, just feeling your skin beneath his. His touch is soothing, as is his presence, allowing you to feel open towards him. You tilt your legs a little more open, revealing to him the small wet latch that graces your not-so-sexy work underwear. 

“All for me?” Steve asks, eyes innocent and doe like. 

If he’s really this sweet and naive then you’re gonna fucking ruin him. Sweet Jesus what you wouldn’t do to that man, starting with your incredibly well hidden Captain kink, though it may not be hidden much longer.

He brings a finger up to your core, pushing your panties to the side to run a finger up and down your slit. He audibly moans while collecting your slick from between your folds, fingers rough in contrast to the part of his body that you’re gripping onto, though you’re not sure quite where from your eyes fluttering closed. 

“Ready?”

You nod, bracing yourself as he rips your panties off and pushes one finger inside you. He feels brilliant, his fingers so much longer and better than your own, already bringing you jolts of pleasure from its presence. 

He draws it out before pumping back in again, continuing his movements. Your forehead falls against his bare shoulder, small gasps of pleasure escaping your open mouth.

“More,” you pant, ready to feel more of his intoxicating ministrations. 

He nods obligingly, slowly adding a second finger, continuing his gentle assault on your pussy. God, it’s been so long since you’ve had sex, just his two fingers pumping in and out of you brings you more pleasure than you’d care to admit. 

“S-stop,” 

He looks up at you, immediately withdrawing his fingers, covered in your juices and glistening in the moonlight. You flush far too deeply at such a simple thing. 

“I need to feel you already, please.”

You sensually drag your finger all over his bare chest, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. He nods vigorously, hair falling in his line of vision, but scrambles to be on top of you properly, hands either side of your head on your array of cushions and his legs steady, trapping you completely beneath him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna take advantage of you, y/n. You’re so beautiful and perfect and I want your first time with me to be something you’ll remember forever.” He says sweetly, but despite his kind words, you can’t help but chuckle for a solid few seconds before he realises what he’s said. 

“Ok, but are you sure you wanna do it here rather than my room? Yours is out of the option, everyone will assume you’re dead if your book isn’t there anymore...” 

once more you chuckle, as does he, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw. 

“I’m sure, Steve, now get inside me before I change my mind and wake Bucky up,” you quip. 

He knows you’re joking but gets to work anyway, swiftly getting rid of his brokers and ungracefully kicking them off as you watch him. He may be hot but even Loki’s magic may not be able to make him elegant. 

As soon as he’s back in his previous position and you see is dick slapping against his stomach, hard and already a little red, you can’t help but gape. His too-tight boxers didn’t do him justice because now you’re worried he won’t even fit. 

He sees your worried face and panics, “We can go back if you want, we don’t have to do this.”

“I want this Steve, shitting hell-“

“Language,” he chides, interrupting you, allowing you to cock your eyebrows at him, a look to say ‘is this really the time?’

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, just go slow because you’re huge.” You finish, smiling at his dorky smile and flushed cheeks. 

Of all the things he could blush at, he chooses a compliment. Such a dork, you think to yourself, unable to stop the contagious smile creeping onto your face.

“I’ll be careful with you, I promise.”

And that he is. 

“Oh, and call me captain.”

That’s something you knew he’d have a kink for, making you smirk a little too. 

He runs the head of his cock through your folds to father a little lubrication before pushing in, very slightly and very gently. He bends his arms and kisses all over your face with the new leverage, feather light kisses of pure affection before you give him a breathy whisper, resembling of a ‘more’, so he pushes in a bit more again, repeating the process until he’s buried to the hilt inside your aching core, clenching around him without Steve even needing to do anything. 

“Can I start moving?” He asks, awkwardly shifting his weight above you, but you nod vigorously, kissing him urgently as his lips begin to move. 

He starts off slow, gradual thrusts, ensuring that he finds every weak spot inside or you, making your toes curl already and your legs knot around his waist, his tongue still dancing with yours. 

He increases his pace after a while, bucking into you faster, making you moan out his name and clutch onto his wonderfully broad shoulders.

You pull your lips away for a moment, “more Captain,” you ask, nothing more than a breathy sound, but Steve obliges. 

He breaks the kiss as he begins snapping his hips into yours with fervour and purpose. His balls are hitting your bare ass, his cock stuffed inside you and making the most delectable sounds from how wet you are, all for Steve. He looks down, tearing his gaze away from your pretty little face with your die eyes and parted lips, only to watch as he sinks into you again and again, blurring the lines of where he ends and you begin.

“Steve, Captain, please, talk to me,” 

Your words come out as a strangled cry, a beg mixing with his moan at the name, oxygen lessening as your eyes flutter shut, too engrossed in the pleasure to even care that your voice has gone up in pitch while his has gone down. 

“You’re such a tease, walking around in that tight skirt all day, those long legs always crossed. All I want is to pull them apart and go down on you, under your desk, in the kitchen, just anywhere that I can have you for my own.” 

His voice is low, raspy and needy as he trails his tongue along your collarbone filthily, forcing your eyes open with some unearthly force he must possess simply so that he can meet your gaze as he bites your nipples, his cock continually hitting that sweet spot inside you. 

“It’s not just that though,” he continues, resuming his dirty talk between caresses of his lips all over you, “you’re so perfect. So stunning, so intelligent, the reason I wake up every day just for the hope that one of these days I’d be able to kiss you.”

his hips halt just for a moment, long enough to unwrap your legs from his back and throw them over his shoulders, lust filled eyes boring into your own with an uncharacteristically devilish smirk. 

He kisses you again, fleeting but passionate before he nibbles your earlobe and purrs,

“And now I get to have you at my mercy, and believe me, that desk fantasy is gonna come true every day.”

With that sentiment, he starts ploughing into you even more ferociously than before, making you scream his name, a lot of murmured ‘Captain!’s and curses mingling with the cries. 

The new angle hits spots you forgot even existed. Your nails take his back, tugging in and clinging on for mercy, the burn of your legs in such a contorted position only adding to your pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you shout breathlessly, chest heaving, your boobs moving up and down of their own accord and Steve is unable to take his eyes off them.

You feel the coil ready to spring in your stomach, a climax that’s been steadily building since he first kissed you. 

“Tell me what you’re gonna do with me tomorrow, and then you can come.”

His words are something forbidden, coaxing you off the edge, daring you to hit that wave of pleasure. Just the thought of your past daydreams make your walls clench around him. 

“I’ll wake you up by sucking your magnificent cock, then I’ll ride you harder than anyone has ever before, and then I’ll ride your face before we have intermittent sex in my office, at least twice.”

You don’t even know what you’re saying, your imagination running winks with the thought of Steve having you in his lap in your desk chair, pressed up against the glass of your office for everyone to see as he fucks you senseless. You’re insatiable. The thought of his dick twitching in your mouth is too much to handle, especially as he brings his thumb down and presses on your clit, moaning unintelligibly at your apparently sexy words, and you feel it. 

Your orgasm crashes over you so hard that you feel it on your bones, thrashing around beneath Steve, screaming out his name as he dudes your high out only seconds before coming too, his muffled cries of your name drowned out as he bites onto the juncture of your neck, bruising it and rendering you unable to wear anything other than polo necks for a good few days. The pleasure he’s given you is unrivalled, and you can’t waist for more.

His body collapses onto yours inelegantly, wrapping you unto his body warmth in your cosy little corner, both forgetting that you’re completely naked in the common area after having rather loud sex. 

“Was that good?” Steve asks sheepishly, fingers running through your tangled hair.

“Yes, incredible. And for you?”

He thinks for a moment before answering, “exquisite, sweetheart.”

Your heart glows a little at his sleepy voice. You run your thumb over the bump of his nose and the blood residue still on his face, but you think you may like Steve a little roughed up. You stay close to each other, breathing together and sharing kisses in the night time, so absorbed in your own bubble that you don’t hear someone come in.

“The fuck is this, Steve?”

Fuck, Bucky. 

“Couldn’t you have been a little better at aiming your clothes? We’re all glad you’re finally together, but loud and untidy as well as sex in the common area? Come on.”

You can hear the humour in his words, but they do hold some sincerity, making you blush and chuckle. Next thing you know, your bra is being thrown at the pair of you, landing in Steve’s messed up hair.

“Thanks buck...” you say with a meek giggle, kissing Steve and removing your bra from his face.

“Round two? My room?” He suggests, eyebrows wiggling. 

“Promise you’ll let me clean you up first?!” You insist, kissing his shoulder and beaming at him. 

“Promise.”

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For Rent || 4.5 - Touché

Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader SMAU

Warning: Mention of implied sex

Note: The cafe is inspired by the Gäbi Coffee and Bakery in Las Vegas. (look up pictures, it’s a really cute place, the bathrooms are just as pretty too I wanted to cry)

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You’re not really sure what you’re expecting on this date. You told Atsumu to just have his friend meet you at one of your favorite cafes in town. Surely a cliche first date location, but you wanted a feel for the boy if you were going to help him out and whatnot. 

Arriving at the place, you really hadn’t expected for your date to be there before you. An admirable trait, really. You only heard snippets of Atsumu and Osamu’s high school days, and if you remember well, their robotic captain was always the first in the clubroom without fail. 

Digital pictures really never did people justice. That much stayed true when you caught a glimpse of the former volleyball captain. He stood out with his short silver hair, the tips singed with black. From where you stood, he was of average height, his clothes hiding what you imagined was a lean body from years of volleyball and manual work in the rice fields. He was dressed nicely in a beige sweater with a white collared shirt underneath and khakis. 

Pretty from afar sometimes meant pretty up close, and boy were you two seconds away from sobbing into your phone. 

“Excuse me, are you Miya Atsumu’s friend?” You ask, leaning into his field of vision. A pair of almond eyes focus on your form. The man seems almost stunned by the sight of you, blinking once before his composure quickly returns.

“Yes, are you (L/n) (F/n)-san?” 

Oh. Wow his voice. 

“That would be me, Atsu didn’t mention any name, so I apologise,” You smile softly as he bows slightly and you mirror his movements in return.

“No worries, Kita Shinsuke, it’s a pleasure to meet you (L/n)-san.”

“Just (F/n) is fine, after all, we are supposed to be ‘dating’ right?” 

He doesn’t show any reaction or distaste and simply nods in understanding and suggests you call him Shinsuke. Although, he silently notes the way you refer to his former junior by a nickname. 

“Did he mention to you that I’m a... a ‘girlfriend-for-rent’?” You decide to ask, given how absolutely dumb your close friend can be. 

The surprise that passes through his expression like a car speeding past is adorable to say the least. His body noticeably stiffens and he shakes his head. 

“He only mentioned you helping me out with gaining experience, a ‘fake’ date, but don’t worry about me feeling uncomfortable. I guess I have been stressing a little too much lately, the twins were able to tell.”

“Really? Want to talk about it inside?” You gesture towards the cafe, and he nods. Kita moves to take a step forward when you stop him. The confusion in his eyes and the slight way his brows furrow is cute. 

“Is something wrong?”

“We’re on a date, so why don’t we hold hands?”

The idea clicks in his head and he offers a good-natured upturn of his lips, presenting an outstretched hand. Taking it, you make a mental note of the size in comparison to yours, his skin warm to the touch as your fingers lace and he leads you towards the entrance. He only lets go when he has to open the door and beckons you inside. A gesture that makes you a little giddy, given that most dates don’t do so. 

A little chivalry never hurt, and Kita was already charming you.

The inside was one of your favorite parts, at least besides the delicious desserts and refreshing drinks. Vintage-esque paintings, planters hanging from the ceiling with trailing vines, tall bookcases lining the walls, and an assortment of mismatched chair and tables that all added to the aesthetic of the place.

He nearly tripped over his own feet when you tugged him excitedly towards the display of desserts. He watched as your eyes glowed with near adoration of the assortment for that day. 

“Pick anything you want, I’m paying,” He said as you eyed the earl grey cheesecake. The statement made you stand up straight.

“Wh-what, no that’s okay, I can pay for myself.”

“This is a date right? I’m paying,” He smiles slyly as it soon becomes your turn in line to the register.

Touché, you think inwardly with a pout. 

“So let’s hear about it,” You smile as you both find a seat at a velvet love seat with a wooden coffee table settled in front. “If it’s alright with you at least.”

“Of course,” He chuckles lightly, “My grandmother has been constantly bringing up marriage and children whenever she can. I want to make her happy of course, my grandmother is my world. I guess it’s just been weighing down on my mind... and I’m not particularly looking or anything, I guess maybe I don’t where to start... I’m sure Atsumu probably mentioned that I never had a girlfriend...”

“Mm... I see, that’s sweet that you want to make her happy, but you have to worry about your own happiness too Shinsuke,” You say thoughtfully, “I’m sure she means no harm, but there’s no rush in trying to be tied down.”

A smile. 

“Thank you, I appreciate your words. I suppose I can still try this ‘trial’ out, if you’re up for it. Practice makes perfect after all.”

“Of course!”

After small talk, a little getting to know the other, all the while enjoying your drinks and desserts, you lead him on a walk. To say the least, you immensely adored the way his facade would crack ever so slightly at the smallest things. The way his eyes widened a fraction and ears reddened as you prodded the seam of lips with your spoon full of cheesecake. To which he accepted and followed with a spoon of his own dessert.

Hands laced together and sides pressed close. You had gone over a few policies, or at least rules to put it a little more informally, since you were going on multiple dates. It was all basic necessities like no feelings and the importance of consent. The last was a given, but you always made it your mission to bring it up as an importance for any and everyone who rented your services.

“You... You don’t do sexual services do you?” 

You forget that Atsumu mentioned how straightforward Kita can be. Hearing it coming from him is like a punch to the gut and you cough when you choke on your spit. 

“S-sorry, that caught me off guard,” You laugh weakly as you both sit on the swings at a park that had been nearby. He sits idly as your feet push you back and forth in small gentle swings, not enough to catch air or lift your feet off the ground. 

“I apologize if it was too forward of me.”

“No, well, no one has really asked me that question...” You reply meekly, “It’s not necessarily part of the job description but some customers ask for it I suppose... but I never really go that far... only twice... I guess... if I were to be real honest with you. Most times I decline because I feel uncomfortable and the guys are really good about respecting me.”

“It’s a little odd since I’m supposed to be catering to my date’s wishes, but I can’t really do anything about it...”

He makes a noise of appraisal. He’s not quite sure why he thinks the way he does. Imagining the other guys you must have gone on similar dates with. Did you take them to that particular cafe as well? Hold their hand and smile that same smile. 

“So how do you know Atsumu? I don’t think you attended Inarizaki...”

“I didn’t,” You smile, “He actually rented me a long while ago. A loss game and constant dating rumors were stressing him out, to say the least, he needed a stress reliever and a break from being asked if it’s true he’s dating so-and-so.” You pause in case he wants to interject,  but he keeps silent. You opt to changing activity, climbing the playground set despite the obvious sign that reads children only. 

“We stayed close friends afterwards, he helps me out a lot, and even Osamu had gotten me a side job at Onigiri Miya.”

Even worse, he sighs inwardly. Another poke to the roaring thoughts inside his head. You had done the same with his junior, if not further? 

There’s a shift in the atmosphere, and you both feel a little odd. He wonders if it was a mistake asking about Atsumu. You wonder, on the other hand, if you’ve said too much. But he’s a friend of your close friends, it wouldn’t hurt right? 

He seems to notice the awkward air that’s settled around you both and scratches the back of his head timidly.

 “That was a little invasive of me wasn’t it? I apologize.”

“N-no it’s alright, you are a friend of Atsu, so I don’t mind,” You laugh slightly.

“Well, if you do feel uncomfortable, or I cross a line, please let me know and I’ll respect you.”

The way your chest flutters at the statement is dangerous. You ignore the feeling as you smile thankfully. He was kind nonetheless and you liked that.

Kita tells stories of his time as a volleyball player, dealing with the antics and constant bickering between the two twins, managing a team of exceptional players. His eyes light up tremendously, almost sparkling as he talks about different moments, both good and sad. 

You don’t even realize how you’ve been completely sucked into his world, listening to every word. Watching the way his face turns with nostalgia. He pauses every now and then to gauge your reaction, smiling momentarily to see you so invested in his tales. 

“What about you? Why did you decide on working as a ‘girlfriend-for-rent’?”

Oh. 

Emotion spills onto your face, more than you mean to, and Kita is quick to notice the shift in your expression.

“That...”

He shakes his head and puts his hand up to stop you, “It was a touchy question wasn’t it? Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you...” You offer softly, almost reluctant to speak in case your emotions start going haywire. Your mood immediately drops and he’s aware of this. 

When Atsumu pulls up to pick you up, you stop in your tracks and turn to your date. He watches curiously as you move closer, until the distance gradually lessens and your body presses to his. Arms wrap around his middle and he’s speechless for a second.

“It’s a hug Shinsuke, we’re dating still, right?” 

Ah. Yeah. He chuckles, a little relieved that despite his mess ups, you still continued to act accordingly. This was business as usual after all.

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Under Certain Circumstances

(Part One)

Summary: Dean and Y/N were the best of friends. Always hanging out, talking, drinking, spending many late nights together. Sam, Dean, and Y/N were the best hiunting team out there. That was, until, Dean started becoming angry with Y/N with seemingly no reason. Months of fighting finally came to a point, which ended in a big fight between Dean and Y/N that lead Dean to speed off. When Dean is discovered to have amnesia, Y/N has to take care of him while he heals. Will this time and healing process between them fix everything or tear them even further apart?

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader, Some Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,163

Warnings: Language, Lots of angst, Slow burn romance, more angst, mentions of a coma, hospitals

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“Guys, come on. Enough with the fighting already, we need to work together and get this case done, alright?” Sam just about pleaded with Y/N and Dean. His brows were furrowed in that certain way that would tell anyone stress was taking over him. Dean and Y/N rolled their eyes, quickly followed by a cold glare to one another.

“You know, Sam, that would be a lot easier if your brother wasn’t such an

,” Y/N spat, trying to pick the lock of the abandoned house that the ghost they were all hunting was inhabiting. Dean sighed, pushing them out of the way, grabbing the lock pick out of their hands so he could do it.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so bad at picking locks this would all go a lot faster, Y/N.” Dean sent them a sarcastic grin, unlocking the door within a few seconds. Y/N fought the urge to kick him in the ass and opened the door instead, shoving past him to get inside. Sam sighed softly, shaking his head as the trio made their way inside the cold and damp home.

“Whatever, just stick to the plan. You two go down to the basement and destroy the amulet, I’ll stay up here and keep her distracted.” Dean and Y/N shared an eye roll before nodding, heading down to the door that led to the bottom floor. The stairs creaked under their footsteps as Dean held up the flashlight, Y/N keeping their gun full of rock salt pointed and their eyes peeled. Dean started looking through some of the old boxes while Y/N did the same on the other side of the room, their voices silent as neither could think of something nice to say to the other.

“Find anything?” Y/N spoke up, glancing over at the older Winchester as he was still rummaging through cobwebs and moldy boxes. He shook his head, looking up to meet their gaze. He turned back to what he was doing, leaving the already thick air between them to get even thicker. Y/N sighed, mumbling something about him being an ass before going back to looking. After a few minutes, Y/N noticed a red crystal on a long silver chain, their eyes lighting up. They grabbed it, turning around to show Dean. Instead, they were met with an apparition with a very angry look. “Shit!” Y/N went to grab their gun, tossing the amulet towards Dean, telling him to destroy it.

Before Y/N could shoot, they were suddenly sent across the room, their body colliding with the cold cement wall. All of the breath left their body as they fell the rest of the way to the floor. Dean called out to them before shots fired, the echoes being the last thing Y/N heard. Dean grunted, his face twisting into anger as he shot through the spirit with some rock salt. He worked quickly, setting the amulet on fire and throwing it onto the floor, shattering it. He watched as the pieces burned, then ran over to Y/N, checking their pulse before lifting them up into his arms. Sam raced down, calling out to them before running to help get Y/N out of the house.

Dean and Sam rushed Y/N’s unconscious body into the backseat of the Impala. They were both scrambling to make sure that they were still alive, then drove off to the motel that the three of them were staying in. Y/N started gaining consciousness while Dean and Sam were talking about them, fighting over whether or not to take them to the hospital. Y/N groaned, their hand immediately going to their head, fingers covered in a light layer of crimson. They sighed, sitting up slowly, looking at both of the brothers. Their brows furrowed, both of their panicked voices making their head pound.

“Guys, please, my head is killing me and your screaming is only making it worse.” Both of them turned towards the hunter in the backseat, relief and confusion furrowing their brows.

“You took a pretty bad hit from what Dean was telling me, Y/N, maybe we should take you to at least get checked out,” Sam suggested. Y/N shook their head, protesting the hospital.

“No, no way, I hate hospitals.” They glanced at Dean through the rearview mirror, raising a brow. “Did you gank the bitch?” He locked gazes with them through the small mirror, nodding before looking back at the road.

“Of course I did. She could’ve killed you, you know? You gotta be more careful, Y/N, you know that. What if I hadn’t been down there with you?” Y/N scoffed, letting go of the seat in front of them, their back slamming against the seat they sat in. Sam looked at Dean, hitting his arm lightly and shaking his head, telling him it’s not the time.

“Well, you know, maybe if you were actually watching my back, I wouldn’t have been thrown across the basement. You were supposed to be watching, Dean, but yeah, it’s completely my fault.” Dean gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles losing color as he sped down the road.

“You were also supposed to be watching, Y/N. You knew what we were up against, you have to keep your eye out all of the time, no matter if you have someone with you or not.”

“Alright guys, enough! You two have been fighting like this for weeks with no breaks. You both need to chill out and start getting along again. I, for one, am sick of hearing it all the time. Now it’s starting to affect our work, and we all know we can’t have that. Do whatever you need to do, but do it soon.” Sam vented, then looked out the window. Y/N and Dean shared a look through the rearview once again, both sighing softly before Dean turned up the radio, blasting Led Zeppelin very loudly as they sped to the motel.

Not another word was spoken between the three throughout the rest of the car ride. When Dean pulled into the parking spot, Sam and Y/N moved to get out but Dean stayed put. Sam gave him a look before grabbing the door key, glancing at Y/N as well before going inside. Y/N got out, going to sit in the passenger seat next to Dean. He tensed up slightly, keeping his eyes ahead as the Impala rumbled.

“Dean, Sam’s right. We have to stop fighting like this. I’m not sure if I did something to piss you off or what, but you gotta tell me so we can fix it. Tonight was bad and we both know it could have been avoided if there wasn’t this weird hate thing between us.” Y/N frowned slightly, moving closer to him. His eyes snapped over to them, so many words going through his head but none of them willing to come through his lips.

“Y/N, I don’t hate you. I’m not mad at you.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Nothing,” Dean muttered, making Y/N boil with anger. Sam didn’t lie, this arguing and fighting with Dean had been going on for weeks with no breaks. They had been the best of friends until Dean just suddenly turned on them, becoming cold and pushing them away. Their hand slammed down on the dashboard, making both of them jump. Dean frowned, grabbing their wrist. “What the hell? What’s your problem, Y/N?”

“You! You’re my problem, Dean. Everything was going great! We were the best team of hunters out there and now we’re falling apart! I didn’t do anything wrong, but you’re treating me like I screwed you over. We used to stay up and talk all night, go to bars together while Sam did research, I used to be your freakin’ wingman, for fucks sake! What did I do, huh? What the hell did I do to make you treat me like this?”

“Jesus, Y/N, just drop it! I’m not mad at you, I’m...I don't know, I guess I’m just mad at the world, okay?” He sighed, and Y/N just gave him a look of disbelief. They reached for the door handle, grabbing it and opening the door forcefully, their anger fueling their movements. Before they closed the door, they ducked down, looking at Dean who wouldn't share their gaze anymore.

“Fine, Dean. Once we get back to the bunker, don’t expect me to be there long, alright? You’ll be free of me and maybe that stick will finally get out of your ass.” Y/N slammed the door, angrily marching to the motel door as the Impala burned rubber, speeding off down the road. Sam looked up from his laptop, glancing outside to watch the car race off. He sighed, handing an unopened beer to Y/N, who gratefully took it.

“I take it the talk didn’t go well?” Sam gave a sympathetic smile, Y/N scoffing and sitting down across from Sam before taking a very long drink from the cold bottle. They cleared over half of it before setting it down, looking at the taller Winchester.

“What gave it away?” They both chuckled, starting to talk about anything else other than what had just happened well into the night. Eventually, Sam had gone to sleep, dreaming away as Y/N sat at the table, keeping their eyes outside of the window. They checked the time periodically, starting to get worried about Dean. They figured he had probably spent the night at some random bar wench’s house, but they had a sinking feeling that something was wrong.

Soon, Y/N figured that Dean was tied up in someone’s bed, so they collapsed into his. Their head sunk into the pillow, a deep sigh relaxing their body. Their mind was racing with Dean, something in their gut telling them that something was wrong. Before they faded off into their dreams, they grabbed their phone and texted Dean, apologizing and asking that he updated them if he’s okay. As they waited for a text back, their exhaustion took over, forcing them into their dream state.

Sometime in the night, Y/N was shaken awake by Sam, panic in his eyes once again as he rambled on about something. Y/N woke up quickly, their reflexes taking over as their gun was suddenly in their hand, ready to shoot. Sam put his hands up, telling them it was just him. They apologized, putting it away before asking what was wrong.

“It’s Dean, he’s in the hospital. Apparently, he crashed into a pole or something. Come on, I got us a ride, we have to go.” Sam continued to ramble as Y/N processed what he said. As soon as it hit them, they jumped up, grabbing their coat and going out the door, Sam frantically following behind them. The car ride felt like it had gone on for two hours before they finally got to the hospital, Y/N wasting no time to find Dean. Y/N rushed into the room, any breath they had leaving their body in an instant. Dean was in the hospital bed, tubes going every which way and doctors speaking amongst themselves. The guilt that shot throughout Y/N’s body was almost enough to drop them right then and there. They raced over to his bedside, cradling his lacerated face with a gentle touch that one would use for fragile glass. Sam talked to the doctors, trying to figure out his condition as Y/N whispered apologies into Dean’s ear, tears welling up in their eyes.

“Y/N,” Sam called sadly. They lifted their head, frantically wiping away the tears that had escaped. “They said that he was in pretty bad shape when he came in so they put him in a medically induced coma. But he’s stable now and they should be able to take him out of it in a few hours.” Sam walked over, placing a hand on their shoulder with a sad smile on his face. “They said he might have some brain damage but they won’t know for sure until he wakes up. And only one of us can stay.” Y/N nodded, pulling the chair that sat behind them up to Dean’s bedside.

“Then I’ll stay, okay? You go take care of the Impala, you know more about that stuff than I do. I’ll call you when he wakes up, I promise.” Sam sighed, reluctantly nodding before pulling Y/N into a tight hug, resting his cheek on their head.

“This isn’t your fault, Y/N. Don’t beat yourself up about it, alright?” Y/N nodded into Sam’s chest, exhaling a shaky breath before pulling away. He cupped their cheek, tracing their cheekbone with his thumb before leaving the room, trying his best to hide his tears. Y/N sat back down, lowering the bar on the side of Dean’s bed so they could lay their head down beside him, their hand resting on his chest. Whispered apologizes filled the silent air along with the beeping of machines, an eerie lullaby that eventually led Y/N back to sleep.