#sometimes you just gotta have soft romantic confessions

[on-leatheredwings]

Checkmate

Yandere! Tim Drake / (AFAB) Reader

> romantic, rated M > tw/cw: yandere-typical behaviors (obsession). M rating is for a boner. just some sexual tension. reader is mentioned as bisexual.

> summary: Intellectually, Tim falls fast. Romantically, he falls hard. Seems this time it's both. > a/n: i just wanted to post some tim practice, pls let me know if i did okay. I made him a bit of a fuckboy i guess but ngl i think tim’s just run through af 😭 > word count: 1268

Tim likes you. And knowing himself, soon, he’s going to really like you.

More than anticipated, too. He didn’t think he’d have much of an opinion at all on you, when you had first met on your first day, in your new position as his personal assistant.

Personal assistant. 

At the reveal, he exchanged a hard look with Bruce across the room. Tim Drake had not been slacking on the job. And sometimes he had the eye bags to prove it.

Tim hadn’t even said anything yet, when you chirped, “Think of it as delegation.”

You gave him a pleasant, albeit cheeky look – which he respected. If you had the qualifications and enough charm to impress the hiring manager, who was a notorious hardass in interviews, you were probably fine. Probably more than fine.

Either way, he expected to forget your existence until you texted or called him to remind him about meetings he hadn’t forgotten about.

It turns out, you had… personality. Probably more than you should’ve, working in the professional setting of Wayne Enterprises. You dealt with Tim’s shit (absences, excuses), but gave as good as you got (ultimatums, thinly-veiled blackmail to run and tell Bruce). You were also… very attractive. And clever. And smart. And insightful.

And God, he wonders if you have a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Partner. And he wonders if he can somehow orchestrate a breakup. 

Tim moves a chess piece across the board. 

Okay, maybe he’s being too hasty. 

Oh, for the love of– you know what? No, he isn’t being too hasty. Anyone working in such close quarters with the heir apparent of Wayne Enterprises is heavily vetted. But it’s about time he did his own background check on you. He has made it three whole months without doing so. 

See, he really is getting over his control issues. Eat that, Stephanie.

Okay, if he’s going to entertain the idea of courting you– Wait, wait, since when was it courting? Yeah, no. He’s merely entertaining the thought of you. He’s been burned too many times now to start courting.

Let’s talk about having sex first before we start talking about dating, he jests with himself.

Anyway. He wonders what would be the most interesting means of going about this. Coming out and confessing would be a little boring. Too easy. His eyes wander to your lips. You’re too focused on making your next move to notice him ogling the soft swell of your chest beneath a sharp button-up. You’ve rolled up the sleeves – very casual for this very casual hangout. You both lounge on your bed, in your bedroom, in your apartment, because if Tim wins, you don’t get to hound him on personally contacting investors. (Sometimes, you gotta leave malcontents out to dry. Make them miss you.)

He hopes you like being experimented with. Or maybe you like experimenting on others. He would do anything you liked because, man, it’s thrilling to know people and their wants. Anything you give, he could take it–

Tim startles as a realization comes to his mind. 

… Him. Taking it.

Is that something he wants? To bottom for you? … Is that something… he wants? 

Yes.

Now that the idea has been conceived, yes, he wants that. So that’s that. 

The reality of whether you’d want to do that… is slim… maybe? You’re bi as well. Maybe that changes things. He’s not going to think about it too hard, because now he’s getting excited.

Tim would love for the skittering, synapses-firing-on-all-cylinders effect in his brain to cool down – for everything to wash over with cool calculation and academic interest. He manages to do that much for even the most intriguing cases. But you… Tim sighs.

And now he’s hard.

Tim shifts uncomfortably. He’s lying on his stomach, held up by his forearms. 

He sighs, even though there’s an evil piece of his brain snickering and taunting, “But you love this, though!” Evil, evil.

At Tim’s increasing silence, you lift a brow. Man, he’s been out of it all game.

“Tim?” He comes back to planet Earth. “It’s your move. Again.” You wear a Cheshire grin. “It’s almost like we’re taking turns, or something.”

He blinks, baby blue eyes clearing up. He shifts in his spot, feeling trills of pleasure from friction against erection. Your sheets. Against his erection. He bites back a smile. Okay, yes, he loves this. He likes hiding like this, right under your nose.

Him getting a boner was a development he had foreseen coming ten minutes ago, once he started daydreaming about you. So he just went ahead and casually switched positions. A risk, but a calculated one. He was pretty sure there’d be no reason for him to get up and expose the tent in his jeans. And boy does he love it when he’s right.

Tim goes to move another piece, when he glances up at you and nearly goes slack-jawed. You don’t meet his eyes. Instead, you wet your lips, seemingly meditating on something.

You meditate on him. After all, Tim is so… pretty. Pretty in a way unlike the rest of his gorgeous brothers. He has pretty eyes framed by dark lashes and a smaller frame, though he’s deceptively muscled under the clean-cut slacks and button ups. He has silky black hair that often falls into his eyes; a defined jaw. And pale skin. He is notably the palest in his family, burning miserably on beach days. It is that pale skin, contrasted so sharply with his dark green tee, that brings your eyes to his collarbones.

Tim nearly erupts.

Fuck, yes. He caught you staring. It takes him self-restraint not to puff out his chest or try to show more skin, lest he reveal his hard-on.

You snap out of it only moments after he notices, grin returning to your face.

“You know if you lose focus like that, I’m going to win,” you tease, almost childlike mischief in your expression. 

Tim so badly wants to parrot the words back at you, but he doesn’t want to scare you into never checking him out ever again. The little inch you just gave him– oh, he intends to take a mile. Whatever small acquiesces you give in the future, he knows he’ll take that and much more.

Now, he’s hungry for you. As soon as this game is done, he’s going to create a new case study file, just for you. He could start kicking his feet at the thought, he's that excited. He’s excited! 

He’ll put the pedestrian, basic stuff like your height, weight, alma mater, major, past jobs and experiences. Somehow get into your social media that’s all on private mode to see what you’re always laughing at on that damn phone. He’s also going to bring up your phone records, go through your email, go through your physical mail. Oh, fuck, surveillance. He’s already in your room, too, luckily. If only he had more of his bugs on hand… The ones he always keeps in his belt buckle will do for now. Also, Tim needs to think of some way to acquire your breast, waist, and hip size – he has a good idea of those measurements, but he wants to know. When is the next time you’ll be out of the house and not at work, he wonders–

“Tim,” you whine, impatient. The sound is music to his ears.

Tim’s eyes rise from the board to your pouting face, and he smiles apologetically. Suddenly, your face dawns with disbelief and indignance.

Tim swiftly picks up one last piece and knocks one yours over.

“Checkmate.”

[arent-i-the-fairest]

Can I request Rollo going on a Valentine's Day "date" with MC and having fun like an old married couple all the while the boys, and maybe even the staff, are screaming in denial?

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

author’s note : aaaa ok so, i wanted to make one of those big posts i do sometimes (where i include every nrc boy with hcs for each one) y’know, for a valentines special— but that didn’t work so we’re spending valentines with rollo instead (with a small mention of the nrc boys being jealous. probably punching walls and crying) (plus the staff being concerned dads)

—takes place in that one theory au thingy where rollo lives with you in ramshackle :) happy valentines day!

the week before valentines day has been.. suffocating.

gifts and requests to be your valentine have been coming in like crazy. the desk in your room has become a mess, crowded with flowers, letters, and all sorts of sweets that all pile on top of each other.

all of them, you’re flattered to have received, but unfortunately don’t really want. you already have your eyes on someone, and it’s not anyone that’s already asked you out.

“you have quite the amount of admirers, prefect.” rollo acknowledges the large mound of items, sifting through it with your permission. he grimaces at all the love letters you’ve gotten. “do you reciprocate any of their feelings?”

you shake your head, and he lets out a small sigh of relief, glad to know he hasn’t lost you to anyone.

as rollo turns his attention back to looking through the pile, you’re hyping yourself up, trying to channel the confidence of everyone who confessed to you combined. with just one day before valentines, you’ve gotta shoot your shot now.

there’s nothing to lose, right?

“i’ve been thinking,” you start. you almost consider chickening out when you meet eyes with rollo. he’s so unintentionally intimidating with his soulless (but pretty) eyes. “since neither of us have a valentine.. we should be each others. i-if you wanna be! totallyokayifyoudon’twantto—”

“i’d like that.” he interjects. he covers up his quickly reddening face, but you can still spot some blush on the tips of his ears. you hardly pay attention to it though since you’re too busy silently celebrating.

“it’s decided then.” you giggle. rollo nods, lowering his handkerchief to reveal a soft smile, looking uncharacteristically adorable.

you’d just have to try and keep this a secret from the other boys. they’d probably hate him even more if they found out about this, and you’d die if all the forced getting-along you made them do went to waste.

you actually thought you’d be able to keep your “date” hidden, but then you told grim about it— a terrible mistake.

the biggest rule in the book : never trust grim to keep his mouth closed.

the first people he blabbed to was ace and deuce, who spread the word to the rest of the first years, who spread it to their dorm leaders— and not before long, the rest knew. even the staff managed to get word of it too.

the boys were, as you’d expected, sulky. you chose rollo over him? did rollo go against what he constantly preaches and cast a spell on you?

they all go about their days valentine-less and ill tempered thinking about you and rollo being all lovey-dovey.

meanwhile, the staff are somewhat worried. rollo has no intentions of harming you, they’re aware. but the thought of (what might as well be) their child becoming romantically involved with someone who tried to strip the world of magic has them feeling troubled.

you and rollo are completely oblivious to any of this, though. at least until you get back from your date out at the town.

“so this is the town,” rollo says. “i’ve never had a chance to come down here until today.”

“hehe. what do you think? isn’t it nice down here?”

he nods, eyes scanning all the different buildings until they stop and linger on a bakery. a patisserie, to be exact. through the window, there are several sweets and baked goods on display, and he’s got his eye right on the croissants. you follow where he’s looking and giggle.

“wanna go to that patisserie?” you ask.

“if you don’t mind.”

after purchasing a croissant per rollo’s silent request, you two sit on a bench. he rips the good, giving you the bigger half and you thank him.

“this reminds me of that time at the trip!” you hum. “you were showing me around and we stopped by that bakery to buy a croissant, we even split it and ate it on a bench exactly like we are right now.”

“i remember. it’s perhaps the only moment of the symposium i look back fondly on.”

of course, that’s a lie. every moment at the symposium he shared with you is a moment he looks back fondly on. he’d feel far too embarrassed to say it out loud though.

“it’s such a simple, but sweet memory.”

“the way you’re reminiscing it almost makes it feel as though this was ages ago.”

“i know i know, this was just a little over a month ago. but it’s kind of crazy to me.” you smile. rollo tilts his head, nonverbally asking you to explain. “what i meant by that was.. it feels like we’ve known each other for much longer than a measly little month and a half. don’t you think?”

for what feels like the millionth time to rollo, he gets flustered. even more so when you put your hand on top of his.

but he ponders your question. it really does feel like you’ve known each other for far longer. it’s odd to him how quickly he warmed up to you— rollo’s never been one to get along easily with others. and with that, he’s never been one to open up easily either. but you were able to crack his shell.

“i agree.” he slowly smiles. “happy valentines day, prefect.”

[yakuzacanons]

haiiii!!! is it okay to request some dating headcanons of Yutaka Yamai from IW? :D

LAST ONE FOR TODAY I have saved my personal favorite ask of da day for last, I have been obsesssssssed with Yamai. Also if you didn't know, Infinite Wealth asks are officially on da table so smoke em if ya got me. Some mild NSFW below, and welcome Yamai to the blog!

Don't let his dark demeanor fool you. Yamai is actually a big softie inside. Bit of a romantic himself, you can easily find him daydreaming about what was and what could've been.

He can be rough around the edges but he does have a sweet side to him. Type of guy who, despite all apperances, would help an old lady across the street. Carries that energy into romantic endeavors as well.

Given his history, chances are he will not confess to you first. In fact, he may try to bury his feelings. More of a flirt than anything, he hasn't had a serious romance since he left Japan and there's never been a steady partner of any kind.

Has had his fair share of experiences though, let's get that out there. Did his time at the strip clubs and hostess clubs, sometimes with the strippers and hostesses.

One of the most open minded guys out there. Things like age or race or appearance don't mean a darn to him. If he likes you, he likes you. Period. End of story.

Will not fall for someone easily but when he does he falls extremely hard, it's almost debilitating for him. Man won't be sleeping right, he gets disorganized, hell he stops getting cold so often. Everyone thinks he might be like dying or something, it's that drastic.

A shameless flirt and good at it. Blame it on all the lonely years at the clubs in Hawaii. Not a talkative guy and not the most profound conversationalist but boy does he have good voice control. Also has the most wicked fuck-me eyes. Key word being wicked.

Speaking of which, he can be an animal in bed. He's not messy or anything violent but he can be frantic, if that makes sense. Once he hits a certain limit, he's gotta relieve himself, either alone or with someone. He can't just pretend that isn't there. Translate that to a long term relationship, and you get some very hot and steamy sex.

Down to go on dates, it's the relationship part that's scary. A date can just mean getting food or having sex. A relationship means FEELINGS. And the last time he did that he had to leave Japan! Not a gamble to take lightly.

As stated previously, it is highly unlikely he will confess. Having said that, if you do, his face will kind of shift. Suddenly he's not some sullen, dark eyed fiend. He just looks so... soft. Like a cloud, almost. If you weren't serious or making some kind of joke, he would probably just fade away into dust right then and there.

He and Joon-Gi share the trait of loyalty. When he's in love, you are his person. Would do anything for you, for better or for worse. Despite how much his past has scarred him and how that's affected how he deals with his feelings, he still hasn't learned, huh? All these years later he's still a lover at heart...

[kpophubb]

can you do how enha would cuddle you???<3333 love ur content btw 💕💕

Thank you so much🥺 I hope I can continue to make you smile. <3

♡ɛŋɧყ℘ɛŋ ıɱąɠıŋɛ

❥нσω тнєу ωσυℓԃ c͜͡u͜͡d͜͡d͜͡l͜͡e͜͡ уσυ

G⃨e⃨n⃨r⃨e⃨:⃨ fluff, fluffy ᰔ

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

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ᰔ ℓєє нєєѕєυηց~

Cuddles with heeseung is a daily routine. He’s the type of person who loves to feel the heat of your bodies pressed together and dip in eachother’s comforting warmth. Usually, he loves to wrap you up in his arms on the comfy couch of your living room-when you’re watching a movie or listening to a song. He places your head on his chest so you can hear the soft thuds of his beating heart, and wraps his arms around your waist,nuzzling his chin with your fluffy hair. Hee talks about the mundane things of his daily life with you, sometimes though he tickles you and jokes to make you laugh-the sound of your giggles that are his serotonin boost. Often,he loves to say with you in silence, not a word exchanged, and closes his eyes to just feel the moment. To memorise the feeling of having you wrapped within his frame that fulfils his soul. He also occasionally changes position when you’re situated on the bed and turns around till you both are face to face so he can admire your mesmerising beauty. Brushing the loose strands of your hair away from your face and tucking them behind your ear as you feel his intimate gaze lock with yours. And the best part? When he hums and sings songs for you politely in that angelic, soothing voice, dedicating the sweet and romantic lyrics to you-his one and only beloved girl.

Moon in the summer night, whispering of the stars

They’re singing like Christmas trees for us

So I’ll tell you a million tiny reasons

I’m falling for your eyes, I just wanna be where you are. ♥︎

❥ ραяк วαу~

Although jay is someone who lives for cuddling you, he won’t voice it out that frequently. He uses body language to depict his need and love for you. Jay will come randomly and immerse you in a back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and softly planting a peck on your jawline and cheek. When you hear his tired breathing below your ear and the gentle way he brushes his nose with your neck, you know he wants to cuddle you. And like that, there you go. When you smile and turn to him, he is quick to kiss you on the lips and carry you to your room princess style. He’s very thoughtful and puts your comfort first so expect him to guard the whole place with pillows and prepare the blanket to ensure your warmth. He gotta make sure that you’re comfortable and nicely wrapped up. Spreading his arm on your pillow, he gestures you to rest your head on his shoulder and quickly wraps you in his loving embrace. Jay kisses your forehead and your head and tells you unsaid iloveyous with his lips on your body. When he’s tired, he doesn’t talk much and falls asleep wrapped up with you like that but when he’s got energy to spare, he will tell you about what he’s done throughout the day and many random advices, sneaking in some random romantic confessions as well that make you blush. <3 there are days where he loves to position you in between his legs and plays his guitar for you, singing to you your favourite songs and giving you the brightest smile.

I’m so in love with you and I hope you know

Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold

We’ve come so far my dear, look how we’ve grown

And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old

Just say you won’t let go ♥︎

♡ ѕιм วαєуυη~

The biggest cuddle bug here. Jake just has to be wrapped around you ALL THE TIME. >~< ♡ will be glued to you like a koala and smother you in his kisses anytime and everytime. Literally goes around making that cute whiny puppy face >.< to urge you to lay down and let him hold you. When you guys are cuddling, he WON’T let you leave no matter what and you have to literally fight him to go to the restroom. On the sofa, on the bed and even on the floor he pulls you in his arms, resting your head on his chest or even holds you lovingly from the back, spooning you. Kisses and cuddles are a buy 1 get 1 free combo so whenever you’re cuddling, make sure to expect jake kissing your eyelids, cheeks, nose, forehead, neck and everywhere his eyes land on. He expresses his feelings for you a lot, hence he will shower you with compliments and confessions. “I love you so much” “you’re so beautiful princess” “oh my gawsh I really missed you saurr much” and what not. More than you being the one lying on him, I think the cutest part about your relationship with him is how he’s the one lying on you. He loves to bury his face on your soft chest or your torso or lap and falls asleep like that holding you. Brush your fingers through his fluffy hair and he will pass out from tiredness in seconds. And no you can’t move at all away from him even when he’s sleeping cause conscious or subconscious, jakey always loves you the most. <33

ஐ ραяк ѕυηցнσση~

Sunghoon is a fan of cuddling you and his actions make it evident. He doesn’t have to speak, he doesn’t have to ask, from the way he lightly tugs at your sleeve and looks at you expectantly, it’s clear that he wants to snuggle with you. He loves spooning- he’s fond of being both the big spoon and the small spoon; anything is okay as long as he can feel you the closest to him and hear your heartbeat. He gets mischievous sometimes and ruffles your hair or tickles you to make you laugh- but all that just results in an even better time. More than holding, hoon loves being held. When you’re the one wrapping yourself around his body, the warmth from your skin sending shivers down his spine and blood rushing to his cheeks. Sunghoon wants to see your face a lot while cuddling so he will always make sure your beautiful face is in his view. The way you smile and speak politely, the way you blush and pout, the way your breathing lands on his flesh as you guys are so close- he lives for it all. Most of the times- cuddling either elevates to a lot of kissing and something more intimate or it just ends with you to travelling off to your sweet dreamland together. ♡

దкιм ѕυησσ~

Sunoo will be sure to ask you whenever he wants to cuddle, that is in the cutest way possible..:(( <33

“You wanna cuddle?”

He’d ask ever so politely while giving you a loving look. Due to his busy schedule, you two hardly get time to be together. So, whenever you are hanging out, sunoo always makes sure you’re as close to him as possible. Skinship is really important to him when it comes to you cause that’s how he feels you guys connecting. Making up for your lost time, and growing comfortable in eachother’s comforting presence. He’s someone who also loves holding hands a lot while cuddling and has a habit of kissing your nose. Y’all would lie down with sheet masks on, cuddled up in your warm blanket as you watch a kdrama. Sunoo likes talking with you a lot too so he’s gonna rant, pout, and complain a lot about his daily life. You can’t help but melt at the way he makes such adorable faces in seconds and giving in to his cuteness, you poke his chubby cheek.

You’re so cute when you’re pouting you know? *giggles*

You catch him off guard instantly and his eyes crinkle at the sides as you see his bright eye-y smile with flushed cheeks. He puts his hands over your waist and scoots in closer to your face.

I know I am. After all I had to be, when my girl is this cute herself.

♥︎ уαηց วυηցωση~

The low-key romantic boyfriend. What I mean by that is jungwon will really love you a lot and crave for your affection/attention but won’t EVER let it show even in the slightest. Even if you poke him to admit it or even threaten to kill him, he’s dead composed. So cuddles are something he wants sm but he will use his own tricks to get them. Like, pretending to be asleep and turning over to hold you like that so you think he’s doing it in his sleep thinking of you as his pillow. But boy does that completely willingly haha. (How cute) he holds you in a way that’s both tight and gentle- gentle enough to not suffocate you but tight enough to not let you escape his grip either. He melts when you play with his hair and fondle his cheeks but explodes when you kiss him like that. That’s when wonie can’t contain his acting anymore and opens his large, kitty eyes filled with surprise and rosy cheeks from embarrassment. He immediately feels flustered and gets up to leave, just so you can’t watch him giggling brightly at your sweet gesture.

You know it’s not really gonna kill you if you admit that you love me ~

Yeah..okay maybe…. I do?

You hear him whisper “I love you” next in such a silent voice that you hardly hear it but anyway. Now he’s back in your bed wrapping his hands around you and resting his chin on top of your head. He’s smiling so shyly now, but he’s pretending to be asleep. That you know is an act when you feel him slightly press a peck on your hair. Cuddles with him happen mostly when you initiate it and you’re more than happy with it cause you know to both of you- holding eachother close to yourselves mean everything. ♡

☻︎ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι~

Uses you like his personal sausage pillow. Istg this boy is just so playful and cute all the time ugh. He will flat out jump on top of you when you’re lying on the bed, in an attempt to squash you with his weight haha >.< overall, cuddles with him are really special cause they’re not only filled with adorable, shy moments but also really funny, goofy moments. He loves to be the bigger spoon and hold you tightly in between his tall frame (cause ofcourse he’s a giant baby). Most times, he will make you watch memes and tiktoks and laugh about it together. Other times, he will just watch you talk intently, savouring every precious moment with you and reading your every expression carefully. He loves to poke your soft cheeks and rubs his own with yours and chuckles from how squishy they are. Niki also likes laying on your tummy and uses it like his cushion. Whether that be romantically or just idly- he loves being close to every part of your body bc he adores you sm. (won’t admit it loudly tho). Sometimes, he even bites your head playfully, messing with you till you whine.

“Owhh..what was that for?!”

You look funny when you’re mad. Like an angry chick 🐥

Wait what’d you say?!

“Just kidding” he mutters and shuts you up by booping your cute little nose. Now y’all get back to cuddling Okay? Cause someone is growing impatient and wants you all secure in his warm arms ;) ♡

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Masterlist

[mediocre-daydreams]

EE WHAT ABT STEVE TRYING TO FLIRT WITH READER HUT READER IS CLUELESS

i don't usually write for steve so i thought this was going to be hard BUT once i came up with this concept i knew i had to go all out so here's this unintentionally long one-shot!!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝

steve rogers x avenger! reader

summary: steve asks bucky for dating advice, and bucky tells him the 3 steps that helped him get dates in the 40s. emphasis on the 40s.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: fluff (a sprinkle of "angst" but not really), misunderstandings to lovers, stupid steve and reader, swearing, slut shaming (not from a character, mentioned in order to define a word), bad dating advice, mention of nudity in a non-sexual context, use of y/n like 2 times (i'm so sorry i always try not to but it was so hard)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“you’re captain america, steve. you gotta be real dense to turn down america’s ass,” bucky sighed, massaging his temples. this was the umpteenth time that steve had begged him for advice.

“first of all, language. second of all, you were real popular with the gals—and guys—in the 40s. c’mon, don’t hold back on me. just… what would you have done?”

“i have to warn you steve, dames these days are much different than back then. but if you must know, these are the three steps i’d take before asking a girl out…

step one: butter her up

steve was admiring you from a distance, his head tilted and his eyes soft as he watched your teeth peek through your smile as you chatted with wanda, the two of you cozied up on a couch.

bucky’s words had been replaying in his head ever since they’d had that conversation. steve (and bucky) was sick of the pining. captain america was known for leaping into action (sometimes carelessly, like when he’d jumped out of an airplane without a parachute), so why couldn’t steve rogers?

no more overthinking, steve decided, steeling his jaw. i’m going to walk up to her right now and flirt with her. right now. i just need to get out of my seat and take a couple steps and open my mouth and flirt. as in, speaking in a romantic fashion.

wanda’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “wait, you went on a date last week, right?”

you laughed loudly. “oh my god, i totally forgot to tell you!” steve’s stomach sank. “it was terrible!”

steve released a breath of relief. he still had a chance.

you began your story enthusiastically. “first, he didn’t even meet me at the door. or pull up to the driveway! apparently, he didn’t want to go through security, so he just parked on the road and texted me.” wanda nodded sympathetically

“and then, he was blasting this obscene music, y’know, the kind where it’s just dick measuring and slut shaming in song form.”

steve wanted to call you out on your language, but then you’d know he was eavesdropping coincidentally in the room and able to hear your conversation.

“he wouldn’t even turn it off when i asked! so we drove to this cute restaurant, right? i was like, ‘maybe he’ll get better.’ he did a great parallel park though. anyways, he got out ‘cause his door was facing the sidewalk, and he didn’t open my door or anything, which is fine i suppose—it’s the 21st century and i can open my own doors, but it would’ve been nice. but then he ended up going into the restaurant by himself! he just left me on the street!”

steve was appalled. did modern men have no decency? you deserved so much better. if he could just work up the nerve to go talk to you…

“-he was so rude to the waiter and then he didn’t even leave a tip! by then, i told him to go home by himself and i apologized and whatnot and just ubered. it was so embarrassing.”

steve’s knuckles were white as his hands curled into fists at his side. not only was this man disrespectful, he was in no way worthy of a bat of your eyelashes, much less an entire date.

steve finally found the nerve to push himself off his seat. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” he confessed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. you smiled in a way that made his heart race, and motioned for him to sit with the two of you. he settled a good two feet away from you and wanda, not wanting to be seen as promiscuous. he watched as you frowned slightly. was he still sitting too closely? steve scooted a couple inches further.

“in the 40s, that’d be extremely improper,” he shook his head disapprovingly. “what is it that people say nowadays? chivalry is dead?”

“yeah, it is,” wanda giggled, “but preferably, i’d like to be able to say chivalry isn’t dead. i could probably count on one hand the number of dates i’ve gone on where that’s true.”

you could hear the quick pitter patter of footsteps emerge from the hallway; natasha’s blonde hair bobbed around her shoulders as she slid into an armchair across from the three of you. “are we talking about shitty dates?” she leaned in eagerly.

“language!” but steve still laughed alongside the group, knowing that his comment had become somewhat of a joke between the team, though that didn’t mean he was about to stop anytime soon.

natasha rolled her eyes. “in terms of shitty dates, didn’t you just go on one?” natasha looked at you pointedly before her eyes flickered over to steve, who was suddenly very interested in the ceiling.

“yeah, i did,” you tutted. “i’ll tell you about it later, though. i think i’ve spent long enough discussing my failed romantic endavours for one afternoon.”

“i’m sorry, that’s so-” steve looked genuinely apologetic for you, and you smiled at how much he seemed to care. “well, i imagine it gets discouraging after a while.” i know the feeling very well.

you grumbled. “i swear, all men want these days is to get in your pants.” you paused thoughtfully. “well, with a couple exceptions, i guess.” 

steve’s eyebrows furrowed. “a pretty broad such as yourself-”

“excuse me?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “what did you just say?”

“well, i called you pretty, i suppose-”

you scoffed. “no, did you just call me a broad? goddamnit steve, when i said there were exceptions, i thought that you were one of them. i guess i should’ve known better. you can pretend that all your 40s bullshit makes you a ‘gentleman,’ but in the end, it turns out you’re just as sexist as every man of your time, and just as much of a chauvanistic pig as every other man these days.” you fumed out of the room.

steve was incredulous. “whaaaat…?

“you better hope you were just being clueless, otherwise i’m going to bash your brains in,” wanda gritted her teeth.

“i don’t- i don’t understand? what did i do wrong?”

natasha cursed under her breath. she met steve’s eyes, unimpressed by his little confusion stunt. “calling someone a broad is like calling someone a whore. y’know, saying they’re an easy fuck or whatever. shouldn’t you know this? it was like, a butcher’s term in the 30s; a slab of meat with a hole in it. you following me?”

steve’s mouth was perfectly shaped in an o and his eyes had widened into big, glassy circles as well. “holy shit. i’m such an idiot.”

wanda raised her eyebrows at natasha. “he just cursed.”

“yeah, he fucking did. you must like her more than i thought.”

steve blushed furiously. “i- i don’t like her! i just didn’t know- we used to call all women br- that, back in the day. i- oh god, i don’t know what to do. i don’t want her to think that i-” steve buried his face in his hands. his voice was muffled. “what do i do?” 

“you’re actually so helpless,” wanda groaned. “nat, do you think we should help him, or let him suffer?” 

natasha squinted contemplatively. “eh, all men deserve to suffer. but we might as well. y/n deserves better than some clueless lump.”

step two: get her parents’ blessing

“y’wanna to talk to her parents?” wanda looked at steve like his skin had turned purple. “her parents are dead, steve.”

“oh.”

“yeah, oh. does anyone in this compound still have parents anyway? i mean, most of us have sob stories and whatnot, you and bucky are a hundred, bucky murdered steve’s parents, natasha was kidnapped as a child…” wanda prattled, having completely lost interest in steve’s predicament.

“well, it’s just the proper thing to do. i already made a huge mistake by calling her something offensive, and back in the day, you always have to talk dame’s parents before starting to court them. does she have any parental figures at all? anyone that i could talk to?”

natasha hummed. “what about tony? he was the one who approved her application, after all. he’s always had a soft spot for her.”

steve broke into a grin. “thank you, natasha! this is perfect. i was a little nervous there.” he rubbed his hands together to garner some confidence. “you know what? i’m going to go talk to tony right now.”

with a little skip in his step, steve rushed to the elevator and bounced on his heels as he waited for the door to open. wanda and natasha looked at each other hesitantly. 

“should we get bucky?” natasha grimaced.

“… probably.”

steve found tony lounging on a balcony on one of the upper floors, flipping through a magazine that featured him on the front page. steve took a seat in one of the sunchairs next to tony, who didn’t even acknowledge him. steve cleared his throat.

“yes, capsicle?” tony kept reading his magazine.

“can i… talk to you about something? it’s important.”

tony rested his magazine on his chest and examined steve with a judgemental eye. “this better be good, ‘cause you’re interrupting my me-time.”

“okay, yeah. i’ll make it quick.” steve coughed. “i was wondering… do you know y/n?”

“y/n, as in agent y/n? as in the agent i personally recruited to the team and work with every day? yeah, i know y/n.”

“oh, okay, that’s good,” steve chuckled nervously. “i was wondering if i could… get your blessing to court her? see, i really like her and i think she’s beautiful—but not just that! she’s smart too, and thoughtful and determined, and i-”

tony choked back laughter, but it burst out of him anyway. he was clutching his stomach. “oh my- holy- what?” he grinned, taking off his yellow glasses like it would help him understand the situation better.

tony waved his glasses in the air and pointed them at steve’s chest. “you- what is this? what’s going on here?”

“um, i figured you were kind of a parental figure to her, and i’d like to pursue her romantically, but her parents aren’t, well, alive, so i thought i’d come to the next best person, but if you don’t see yourself as her parental figure, i can ask someone else, of course,” steve stammered.

“no, no. i’m just- wow. i wasn’t expecting this today. or ever… actually, maybe if morgan were ever to get married, but that’s a whole ‘nother thing. i don’t know what you want me to say, man.” tony slipped his glasses back on. “hypothetically, what would you do if i said no?”

“uh, i- i’d, well-”

“don’t get your panties in a twist, cap. sure, go for it. whatever. as long as i don’t have to see you again for the rest of the day. you’re blocking the sun.”

tony was right. steve was casting a shadow on tony. “right. o-okay, thank you. thank you very much.” steve walked indoors stiffly, and once out of sight of tony, he punched the air victoriously. step two, completed.

step three: ask her out

bucky, natasha, and wanda were waiting for steve in his room when he returned. the blonde supersoldier jumped at the sight of his three dedicated matchmakers conspiring on his bed.

“so, how’d it go?” wanda bounced eagerly on the mattress.

“good! tony said yes.”

natasha snorted. “no he didn’t. he told you to fuck off, didn’t he?”

steve pressed his lips together. “yeah.”

bucky clapped his hands and cleared his throat dramatically. “i believe this calls for step three: ask her out.” 

steve sighed, sitting on the ground in front of his three cupids, seeing as they were taking up the entire mattress. he felt like he was on trial by three looming figures. “i don’t know. it’s not like we’ve exactly been speaking since… the incident.”

“riiiight. sorry about that one,” bucky shrugged,“i did warn you though. courting dames these days are different from back then.”

steve sighed. “it’s okay, buck. well, it’s not, but what’s done is done. so, how should i ask her out?”

natasha perked up. “as her if she listens to girl in red! oh, wait. nevermind.”

wanda elbowed her knowingly as bucky and steve stared, confused.

“ooo, you could take her out for drinks! bringing a guy to a bar is always a helpful first date. when they’re drunk, you can see how they really think. it helps weed out the bad ones,” wanda suggested.

“absolutely not. alcohol is completely improper for a first date! to be safe, you should never be intoxicated around a lady you’re courting until after the third date, perhaps,” steve insisted.

bucky nodded in agreement. “are there any interesting showings going on? steve and i went to the stark expo back in the 40s; i found him a date too. little stevie, all grown up. he’s out getting his own ladies now…” bucky wiped fake tears from his eyes.

wanda squinted at bucky judgementally. “we literally live with tony stark, i’m pretty sure taking her to a stark expo wouldn’t do much. it’d be kind of weird, actually.”

bucky’s eyes brightened as he came up with another idea. “okay, okay, nevermind. what if you take her dancing? it’s a classic first date.”

steve slowly nodded his head. “dancing… that’s a great idea! thank you, buck. should i ask her right now? i better, right? it’s already tuesday, and it’s only polite that you ask a dame out before wednesday… yes, i should get going now! thank you!” steve blabbed, scrambling to his feet as natasha called his name to no avail. steve was already gone.

steve, in his excitement, nearly slid past your door on his socks. he grabbed your doorknob just in time, hoping to steady himself so he could come see you with a bit more grace.

it turns out, your door wasn’t fully shut.

with a yelp, steve stumbled into your room. unable to find footing in time, he crumpled to the ground. when he looked up, he saw you by the bathroom door, holding a towel around your body with your hair all damp and tousled. he gulped.

“steve rogers, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you seethed, storming over to him and kicking his leg. (your arms were currently in use.)

“i- i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to come in, i didn’t realize you were busy, i can go now-”

“you didn’t mean to come in here? then what did you mean to do?” you paced, frustrated. “why is it that every time i see you, something goes wrong? why are you even here?”

“god, i’m so sorry, i meant to knock, but the door was unlocked and i’m so clumsy and i just fell- god, i’m sorry,” he repeated himself. 

“well, you’re already here, aren’t you? so spit it out, what do you want? come to tell me that my uniform’s too skintight or some shit?”

steve looked down at his knees, which bounced up and down with anxiety. “no, nothing of that sort. and by the way, i’m sorry for that as well. for calling you… that. i didn’t realize- it was just a common word in the 40s. it was like another word for woman, i just- i was gonna say that you didn’t deserve to be treated the way that your date had treated you. i didn’t mean to insinuate all those things about you. i- i’m gonna be honest, i didn’t know what you were talking about. i internet-ed it later, y’know, about chauvanism and stuff, and i’m sorry. i was ignorant. you’re right, 40s etiquette doesn’t excuse me from my internalized misogyny. i read about that on the google as well.”

you raised your eyebrows in surprise. “steve,” you called. “steve.”

steve lifted his head to meet your gaze.

“it’s- well, thank you for going out of your way to learn about that. and apology accepted; i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that anyways and assumed that was your intention. i know you’d never think those things about a woman, i was just so caught up in my own head and i took it out on you. you’re a good man, steve. i’ve just been stubborn these past few days… it’s my pride, i guess, a flaw of mine,” you mumbled.

“no, you don’t have to apologize. it was a misunderstanding, i suppose. anyway, the reason i’m here is because i- uh, wanted to ask you to dance with me?”

you quirked your head at steve. “dance? right now? steve, i’m like, not wearing any clothes. my hands are pretty occupied.”

steve’s face turned red. “no! sorry, that was another miscommunication on my part. i mean like, ah, this is so stupid of me, i mean, would you like to go dancing with me, this weekend? as in, a date?”

your mouth parted and steve’s eyes flickered to your lips. then he mentally slapped himself in the face. you just learned about the objectification of women, steve rogers. stop fantasizing about her without her consent.

“a date? sorry, i don’t want to make any assumptions. do you mean a date, as in, romantically?”

steve nodded, all blushy as he fiddled with his hands.

“oh! i wasn’t expecting that, i thought that maybe-”

steve threw his hands in the air like he was surrendering. “please don’t feel obligated to say yes. the last thing i want to do is pressure you, and i know i’m springing this on you and you’re also… in a towel, which probably makes things awkward for you, but you can get back to me if you’d like, or you can say no as well, and i promise that nothing will change-”

“shut the fuck up steve; yes, i’d love to go dancing with you.”

steve didn’t correct your language. what he did do, though, was cover his mouth with his hands and let out an almost imperceptible squeal.

“i’m just gonna… get dressed. then we can figure out the details later?” you swayed bashfully, not meeting steve’s eye.

“yes! okay, yes. you go do that. come find me whenever you’re ready. no pressure.”

steve all but skipped up to bucky with the news. wanda and natasha crashed through your doorway with giddy screams.

“bucky, it worked! your three steps worked!”

“natasha, wanda! he finally asked me out! i should’ve known better, he’s not even the type of guy to swear, of course he’d never say something like that. eek!”

bucky grinned and patted steve’s back. “i don’t think it was the three steps, steve. i think that actually failed horrendously. it was all you, buddy.”

natasha shook her head, laughing. “for someone so smart, you’re stupid as fuck.”

wanda smirked. “i probably should’ve told you this earlier, but his thoughts about you are so loud that i don’t even have to read his mind to hear them. that boy has been pining after you for months.” wanda pouted innocently. “but it’s so much more fun to watch everyone suffer.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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stop im thinking abt the transition between platonic to romantic puppy!steddie

like maybe they know from the start that they like u more than just platonically, but they can’t help but skip over the whole confession thingy and get straight onto doting over you (and each other)

like eddie’ll get too excited when kissing Steve one time and he shoves his tongue too far so Steve naturally just crawls to u for comfort bc he’s just spoiled by you at this point when he’s all pouty and fake annoyed, and Eddie - bless him - looks like a (forgive the expression) kicked puppy. so Steve’s in ur lap throwing a pity party hoping for some precious coddling from u and u reach over for eddie too and it’s like his eyes flash up with a golden ticket handed to him bc obviously this means that you finally worked up the courage to want his kisses even if Steve’s pouting over em. and he plants one on you so Steve’s like ?? THIS is part of the comfort package cmere cmere cmere and it’s all super sweet bc here you have two pretty pups just heart eyed and tails going 50 mph cus they got to give u a kissy (shutup shutup shutup if they think it’ll get you to be sweet and give them another kiss, they WILL call it a kissy).

the idea of kisses and what they think it shows could be such a sweet origin tho. like imagine they watch tv or see some mutual friends (in my eyes it has to be human nance and SOMEONE else that’s human) kiss and they think it’s the epitome of showing affection, and maybe they get a bit downtrodden or pouty sometimes when they notice you’ve never kissed them like that and through like, a show or smthn you all like watching, they realise that oh you gotta wait for a sign!! to be able to kiss like that!! love love love the idea that there have been like, almost kisses. almost kisses are so cute and it’s so obvious that you wanna kiss them too but it’s just.. ur platonic? :] right? :]

until eds needs to slobber into someone’s mouth and if steves being a baby abt it, and ur reaching for him, then he can kiss you!! <3

send me more poly!puppy!steddie thoughts!! / hybrid au faq

anon. the love of my life. sorry this took me a fair amount of time to answer, i got it the second you sent it and i haven't stopped re-reading it since!! it's sososososo sweet and i need it 😭 i def wanna write a fic on this now!!

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no bc eddie is always too lovey for steve - he likes affection, he really does, but he likes gentle affection, and sometimes eddie's too excited for that - he'll let eddie drool all over him all he wants but sometimes he wants a sweet little kiss on the cheek so he mopes into your lap and looks up at you with sweet puppy eyes just begging for one. his face is all slobbery and drooly and you wipe it away and press a soft little kiss to his forehead :(

eddie's so distraught. you wiped away his kisses :( those were for steve :( but he sees that steve's all pouty and he gets considerably less pouty when you scatter little kisses all over his face - and so he thinks maybe he needs to start doing that too!

you offer him a hand and he's seeing heaven rn.. he's included? He s a part of this?? fuck yeah! he doesn't know which of you to kiss first, he's so excited. he goes for you, though, because clearly steve needs a break. man he lays the fattest kiss on you you swear you nearly pass out - you don't even have eddie's tongue out of your mouth before steve's trying to jam his in there too </3 he's tugging at the front of your shirt griping to eddie about sharing and suddenly your friends are not in your lap your boyfriends are in your lap and they are kissing the living daylights out of you <33333

i think you'd give eddie some kissing lessons! not makeout lessons, god knows he doesn't need to know anymore about that, he's got it down. but you have to make sure he knows that sometimes steve wants little pecks on the cheek and not a mouthful of drool - it consists of you and eddie sitting beside each other on the bed and steve sitting with one leg in each of your laps - he's sort of straddling the gap between you if you know what i mean? and you take turns pressing soft little kisses to his cheeks and he blushes so hard. he's got a dumb little smile on his face and eddie only bites his blushy cheeks a few times but eventually he gets the hang of containing his excitement to where steve'll lay in his lap now and he just bends over and smooches all over his face <3333

and yes!! if eddie's in the mood to be messy you and steve are his goal!! if steve isn't feeling it he'll plop himself right down in your lap and kiss away, tail going a million miles an hour especially if you scratch at his ears :'))

no i shit you not they see ronance kiss or maybe jonathan lays one on her before he leaves the room at a movie night and they look at each other like :0 later eddie goes for your lips 'cause he doesn't realize that it's not really casual like that (or at least, that you two are not intimate enough to do that) and you turn your head to the side so that he catches your cheek just because you think it's poor aim on his part </3 he's so sad!!!! genuinely mopes around for the rest of the night and you can't tell why but you dote on him while he's curled up pitifully at your side under the covers. it takes a lot of ear scratches and cheek kisses and face-smushes (exactly what they sound like. smush your face into his.) but eventually his tail thumps against the bed before he drifts off <3 luckily the next day steve catches a segment of a sitcom where a woman freaks out after her coworker kisses her and she basically spells it out for him and he runs to eddie like dude. we had it all wrong.

but that just means they're constantly striving to get to that point with you!! telling you how much they looove you, how pretty you are, how perfect the food you're making for them is: they turn into walking praise machines and it's only a matter of time until they butter you up enough to where you start wondering if they're still thinking of you as just their best friend <333

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Here's some pain;

Obviously this is way more fic fodder than an actual prediction of any sort,

What if, when Katsuki starts really going after Izuku do get through to him, and he gets Izuku pinned down...And Izuku still tries to get him to leave him alone.

What if he thinks that it will... drive Katsuki away to confess his feelings?

TW for feelings of internalized homophobia, and I guess perceived notions of homophobia?? Izuku is basically afraid of his feelings, as usual.

..

As part of the whole idea that he's suppressing, and sort of has internalized homophobia against his crush on Kacchan...So he assumes the logic that if he's afraid of his own feelings, Kacchan would probably be disgusted, enough to give up on him, to leave him. Or at least shatter his concentration enough for Izuku to escape. It will hurt, and it's his last resort, but if he wants Kacchan to keep his distance, he might have to just do it. Because he does love Kacchan and needs to keep him safe. (and he has tried literally everything else to get his classmates off him, to no avail)

So he screams it, right into Katsuki's face, because again, he's been pinned.

"Don't you get it?? I love you!! I always have!" He cries. "That's why I can't be near you!! My feelings are only going to get you killed!!" (he has related this to the rest of the class already, but this instance is specially for Katsuki, insert a mess of Izuku's emotions about Kacchan nearly dying for him once already)

But instead of disgust, and letting him go, Katsuki keeps a hold of him, and his eyes change. At first he is a bit blindsided, but quickly resumes his resolve.

"You...Asshole!!" Katsuki growls, also in Izuku's face. "So what, You want ME to have to Watch YOU fucking die instead cause you won't let anyone fucking help you?! Is that better? That's somehow ok?!"

"You fucking love me?? Bullshit!" (stay with me here)

"If you love me so fucking much, why don't you fucking act like it!! Why don't you think about how I feel watching you drive yourself into an early fucking grave like everyone who came before you!?"

His fists clench tighter around Izuku's tattered costume as tears start streaming down his own cheeks in the rain.

"What about how I feel about you, huh!? You think you're too good to wanna stick around long enough to find out??"

Izuku is obviously SHOOK(his ploy didn't work?? Kacchan isn't rejecting him?? Or is he?? What is happening here, he did not account for this response...)

Eventually they manage to wrangle him up. Take him home.

Katsuki hovers as he heals, making sure he doesn't bolt again. He seems to be looking at him with brand new eyes, though Izuku knows he's being considered a flight risk and thinks that might be the soul reason... but also there seems to be another new context to the look of those red eyes.

They have conversations, calmer, but they still skirt around *those feelings*, pretty awkwardly. The whole class can tell what's going on, too(I imagine that they at least heard the tail end of when Katsuki was yelling at Izuku about it)

Anyway, Izuku reluctantly...very reluctantly, agrees to work with UA and his friends. With many, many discussions that pretty much amount to Intervention and THERAPY talks with all involved(and after a lot of rest to get into a better mindset), he realizes how terribly they were worried about him, and are still worried. And eventually, that it's not fair to shut them all out when they are trained as much as he is and deciding for themselves to be involved.

He still doesn't like it, he is still terrified...He still believes/knows he's got to keep searching for AFO...but now accepts that his friends are going to try to help no matter what he says and accepts their help, accepts Katsuki's help. AM comes back and they make up, and AM ALSO tells him to make sure he's ok before taking care of everyone else again.

As Izuku slowly adapts to having a home base and becomes less of a flight-risk, Katsuki's still always lingering in the background, or acting by his side, like his right-hand man. I think once more paralleling the Second watching over Yoichi.

Izuku honestly can't tell what Katsuki actually thinks about the whole love confession, and he's actually afraid to ask and open that pandora's box again. So for a while he acts like it didn't happen. It all feels surreal and like it could have all been a panic-induced fever dream for all he knows.

But, unbeknownst to Izuku, the reason Katsuki isn't really saying anything is because he's actually kind of assessing his own feelings. He knows he cares deeply about Izuku... but is it love, is it THAT kind of love? Can he properly even return those feelings, does he deserve to?? And then again, he's ALSO questioning if Izuku was genuine about his love confession or if it was some sort of fake out to get him to leave him alone or shock him. And if it was, he'd feel really stupid and pretty hurt if he came to confess only to be rejected by Izuku. (which, might happen anyway, because Izuku's still terrified that his love is going to get Katsuki killed)

Anyway, he's read Izuku horribly wrong in the past before, so he wants to really make sure he's reading the signals right.

The kids in their class, while obviously occupied with patrols, the ongoing tension of AFO lurking out there, communicating with the Heroes and the International reinforcements, etc etc, are absolutely AGGRAVATED by these two dancing around the issue, and for not giving all of the tea-seeking kids of their group closure after that dramatic day where they had fought Izuku and the two of them had SCREAMED at each other about feelings. (again)

Like even Ochako tries to (gently) get the truth out of Izuku cause she knows how crazy it can be to have a crush when you're preoccupied with saving the world.

Maybe one night Katsuki and Izuku are out, I'm thinking high up where they can see UA grounds...Maybe the roof of the building? Perhaps doing a look-out patrol.

And they start TALKING.

Katsuki straight up starts the conversation because he knows, and we all know, that Izuku would be tight-lipped about it still. He just straight up says "So are you ever going to tell me what the hell you meant that day?"

Izuku FREEZES, but he decides he's probably avoided this for long enough...can't put it off forever.

Katsuki looks at Izuku and finds him looking so, so insecure, confused, and grimacing with a blush as he looked away.

"Oi, Deku." He startles Izuku, "Were you....Were you lying to me?"

Izuku looks so bewildered by Katsuki's new tone. There's a hint of insecurity in his voice

"Sorry--I'm sorry... I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have said it like that," Izuku fumbles with the words. "I used those words to try to push you away...I thought you'd hate me, and if I could get you to hate me, you'd let me go, and I was so scared, and it was a really really desperate strategy..." he's doing his trademark muttering by now as panic sets in.

Katsuki steps closer, eyes burning with intensity as he looms over him. "But was it a lie."

"It was the wrong moment, for the wrong reason...But..." Izuku sucks in breath and feels his heart hammering. Forces himself to meet his eyes with Katsuki's. "It wasn't a lie."

Katsuki's eyes widen, and they both kind of stall in the moment as it all settles in and the wind blows between them.

"I'm sorry," Izuku blurts, and blushes furiously, starting to turn away. "I shouldn't have pushed this on you," He's giving in to his instinct to bolt.

Katsuki catches him by the wrist. Izuku turns, and meets Katsuki's smoldering eyes again. "Don't you go running off without hearing what I think again, damn nerd. Last time it nearly got you killed."

He runs a hand through is hair and looks away, and by now is also blushing. "Dammit. I'm still trying to figure out how to be around you. I'm still trying to relearn how to be your friend...At least, a friend who's actually worth a shit."

Izuku nods quietly, they've also had their discussion on their past/Katsuki's apologies by now, so Izuku is understanding of where Katsuki's feelings are coming from.

"And...Deku, you dumbass, why would I hate you for that??" Katsuki glares. Izuku flinches a bit.

"Well I..." Izuku mumbles. "It's obvious, right? I thought you'd be grossed out... I'm not a...Neither one of us is..."

"Not what, a girl!?" Katsuki scoffs. "Since when does that fucking matter?? You don't decide what the Hell grosses me out, Deku. " Izuku looks at him, SHOCKED, but his eyes shining.

The hand that has him by the wrist squeezes just gently, and feels really warm.

Katsuki sighs, and looks downward. "As long as you're not lying to me about something like that. Don't ever fucking lie about this kinda shit."

He finally looks at Izuku again, eyes large and shining. His hand pulls Izuku forward just gently.

"I don't know...Fuck...Give me time...Okay? There's still a lot I gotta do before I can..." He cuts off, still blushing and wrestling with the emotions. but the remaining words 'before I can say it back' basically hang, unsaid, in the air between them.

"But you gotta promise me you won't go and get your stupid ass killed before I get the chance, got it, nerd?!" Katsuki adds hastily.

Izuku feels his eyes start to burn as the warmth wells up inside him, and a smile spreads across his glowing face. He laughs a bit, feeling the nerves bubbling over, paired with a sudden sort of relief. Kacchan doesn't hate him for what he said, and even might return the feeling. What a good feeling. The best thing in a while. If not all the more terrifying.

"Okay, Kacchan" Katsuki blushes at how stupidly cute it looks for the light to be returning to Izuku's eyes, and that dumb smile lighting up freckled cheeks...Something that the Katsuki of a few weeks ago would have given anything in the world to see, right there in front of him.

Feeling the urge to bring back their previous mood, Katsuki grunts some sort of quasi-insult, like, "Don't get any more weird, backwards ideas like that, Deku. I'll kick your ass."

Izuku laughs again, But then suddenly, everything is ruined; A massive jolt to his head strikes him and he suddenly withdraws his hands from Katsuki, clutching his head and doubling over.

Danger Sense.

"Deku! Hey!" Katsuki grips him by the shoulders(partially in panic that Izuku might fly off by instinct without second thought to a plan of any sort, like old habits) "What is it!?"

Katsuki's legitimately scared as Izuku sinks to his knees; Izuku's had Danger Sense pings while staying within the walls of UA to heal before(that they had to CONVINCE him not to pay attention to, or rather send one of the other students out in his stead), but nothing this obviously severe.

Little Brother, The voice rings in Izuku's head again, and his blood runs cold.

Gritting his teeth, Izuku's eyes then shoot open, and look with terror to the horizon;

"It's him...He's coming..."

---

sorry this was long. probably imperfect.

but I had to get it out of my head.

And then somewhere in or in the aftermath of the final battle they actually share a kiss and Katsuki says it back. It's nice.

I really think, Katsuki would probably legit have few hang-ups about being gay, his attitude is "don't fake who you are or how you feel", Mr. "can't even fake it to survive a kidnapping encounter with villains and would rather try to explode them all even though he's outnumbered". He'd be like, "what, you like boys? fine, then, what's the problem?! Like boys all you want!"

In this scenario I think he's way more concerned over if he's a worthy partner for Izuku, or if he's able to reciprocate, rather than "am I actually gay and if so what does that mean"

And as of 320, let me just say that Izuku is SO FRIGGIN SCARED, it breaks my heart. Like he's legit terrified and I think our suspicions that he was deeply deeply traumatized by the war arc are exactly on the money. the line "AFO is going to take you all away from me" while flashing back to the losses in the war including Kacchan....JUST SHOOT ME, IT MIGHT BE LESS PAINFUL.

Can't wait for the main UA kids(IE, his closer friend circles) to have their turn trying to wrangle Izuku up.

Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you liked this.

[kyloxox]

Hell Fire (Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader)

Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for awhile. You start seeing him more and more even when you're not with him. You can't help feelings of jealously when he deals to another girl which results in an interesting confession.

Warnings: NSFW, car sex, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Can be seen as a continuation of Eddie The Freak Munson or as a stand alone.

God you hated the photo of the hellfire club your mom hung up on the fridge. You hated it for many reasons. The first was the fact that you had Eddie smirking at you every time you opened the fridge. The second being the way Dustin stood so close to Eddie. It make your heart melt as you saw them so close together. Dustin really admired Eddie and you knew this. And the fact that Eddie stood next to him the photo made your heart do flips. 

Third reason was because it was starting to make you like Eddie. Eddie The Freak Munson. Liking him? No god he was revolting. He played D&D with your 14 year old brother and this friends. He has been a senior for 3 years in a row. He smelled like pot and cologne and firewood all at the same time. He had that stupid long curly hair. He had those stupid soft brown eyes. The most exuberant, soft, friendly person you’ve probably met. You couldn’t like him you just couldn't. 

Yet here you are standing in front of the fridge staring at Eddie as he looks back at you. A smirk on his face. Wearing those tight tight jeans. Those goddamn rings.

You shook your head from the thoughts and onto new ones. Like what if Eddie didn’t even like you a little bit. What if you were only just sex for him. He had no feelings, platonically or romantically. 

“Y/n! Earth to y/n.” Dustin said waving a hand in front of your face “We need to leave for school now or I’m gonna be late to my emergency hellfire club meeting!” 

“Ok, ok Dustin. I'm coming.” You said rushing to grab your keys and leave out the door. Dustin was waiting by the car as you unlocked your side and then unlocked his. 

“I think Eddie has a crush on you.” Dustin said out of nowhere on the start of your drive to the school.

“What why?”

“He's always asking about you.” You look at him and shake your head. “Always asking if you're picking me up and stuff.”

“Well maybe he just wants to make sure you have a ride.” You smile at him.

As soon as you put the car in park, a sudden bang erupts throughout your car as hands slap the top of your car on Dustin’s side. You turn your head to the obnoxious kid who did that. To no surprise it’s none other than Eddie. Dustin opens the car door and gets out. The window is rolled down when Dustin shuts the door. 

“Thanks for getting him here extra early.” Eddie says winking his eye. You nod your head and give him a strange smile before rolled up the window. 

-

You're laying in his bed. Recently you’ve started staying longer. Sometimes not even having sex. Just chilling out, talking. 

“You know I have that photo of you and hellfire on my fridge. My mom insists on putting it up cause it’s like one of the only photos she has of Dustin, Lucas and Mike together.”

“Aww isn't that sweet you get to see my pretty face every day.” You roll your eyes at his remark. He jumps into bed next to you also staring at the ceiling. 

“Dustin looks up to you so much. You’re so sweet to him and his friends. Thank you.” You say looking over at him. Your heart swells in your chest as you anticipate his answer. “I was just afraid they weren't gonna fit in anywhere, but then they became friends with you and I know I shitted on you for it but thank you.”

“You ramble when you're nervous.”

“Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You say in a stern tone. Eddie just chuckles. 

“They're good kids. He's a good kid.” 

“Yeah they are.” You breath out. You turn to look at Eddie’s clock and see the time. “Shit I gotta go home.” You string up from the bed and start putting on your shoes. 

“You know you could just start staying over.” Eddie sits up, holding himself up with his elbows. “Like spending the night.” You feel yourself tense for a split second, you’re sure he can tell. You want to leap into his arms and tell him yes you would love to. But you can’t.

“Yeah right, we’re not girl friends who are gonna paint each others’ nails and have a pillow fight.” You shake your head.

“Awe you don’t wanna paint my nails.” He grins with a tug of his lips. “We could always have a naked pillow fight.” You shake your head once again and focus on putting your other shoe on. 

-

You walk into the cafeteria with Nancy. You can already see Eddie standing on a table working his table with one of his speeches. You roll your eyes and make your way past his table. His gaze follows yours until his eyes land on your ass.

“Shit Y/n looks good in those tight jeans.” Eddie says, biting his knuckles in a dramatic fashion. 

“You say that everyday.” Jeff looking up at Eddie. 

“This is it fellows, today is the day I make her my girlfriend.” He says dramatically jumping off the table and sitting back down. 

“Is she even gonna say yes.” Gareth snickers with Drew next to him. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly.

“Of course she is. She can’t get enough of me.” Eddie boosts.

“Then why doesn't she talk to you at school.” Jeff speaks up.

“Who doesn't talk to you at school?” Dustin asks as he sets his lunch tray on the table.

“No one, little Henderson. You wouldn't understand such high school relationships at a young age.” You had Eddie swear he would never tell your brother. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. And if you did that was a little more than you could handle. 

-

“Heyyy beautiful.” Eddie swings his body into full view when you turn away from your car to face him.

“Hi Munson.” He grabs your wrist and starts smoothing your palm with his thumb.

“Ouch just Munson?”

“What do you want?”

“Don’t have to act so nasty, no one is around for miles, sweetheart.” He wasn’t wrong. While hellfire did just finish, Dustin hitched a ride with Mike while you stayed at school finishing something for the newspaper alone. It was about 4 o'clock and the sun was turning into a golden color. You look around and see he isn't lying. You grab his jacket and open the back seat of your car, pulling yourself and him inside.

-

“God just fucking take it.” Eddie moaned in your ear. He was fucking you from behind as you were bend over the backseat. His hand was in your hair pulling it back slightly. He was balancing himself between the floor and the seat in order to be able to inch himself inside of you.

“Not so afraid of anyone seeing you now baby, are you?” He pouts to you as he starts to thrust himself deeper and quicker into you. You’re already a panting mess at the first few thrusts. Eddie is still fully clothed as his pants hang around one of his ankles. Your skirt is just hiked up with your panties pushed to the side. “So dirty, letting me fuck you in broad daylight in the school parking lot.” You gush around him at his words as he begins to start hitting the most delicious part inside of you. Both you’re tightening up around each other. You’re happy he put on a condom today so he can come into you. 

He pulls out of you with a sight as you both relax your bodies. You turn around so you’re facing him and sitting on the seat. Eddie pulls up his pants and joins you. You’re both panting messes as you try to adjust to your surroundings. Eddie turns to look at you, you’re not paying attention to him, looking in the direction of the school. He moves his hand to grab your chin and pull you into a kiss with him. The kiss is soft and passionate. You despise it. It's making you want him even more. 

“You good?” He whispers after pulling apart the kiss.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course.” You say smiling at him. 

“I gotta deal at 5:30, wanna wait here with me and then we can go back to mine?” 

“Yeah sure.” You say again still smiling. You didn't want to make it sound obvious that your heart was being pulling at two opposite ends. That you were fighting between primal wants and realistic needs. 

Eddie tells you to pull into the back parking lot of the school all the way in the woods. As you approach the lot another car is there and a girl is waiting outside. Samantha Thompson. A cheerleader of course. Eddie told you multiple times that he was trying to deal to her but they never worked out. However now they are. You pull a few stops next to her and you watch Eddie get out. 

You watch the whole encounter with red in your eyes. Eddie is being his normal self, his normal charming self. And this girl is eating it up, she’s giggling and swaying her hips from side to side. 

You hear almost all his words, they sting you. Stinging you with a feeling in your heart you have never felt so immensely. It’s more than jealously. It physically hurts your body. It physically hurst your heart. You turn your head from the scene and just continue looking forward. In a few seconds, Eddie is jumping into the seat next to you.

“How was it?” You say trying to hide your anger.

“Good, got money for pizza tonight.” He said waving a $20 bill in your face. You roll your eyes and continue your drive to his trailer. 

“Really treating me tonight.” You say sarcastically as you pull into the trailer park.

-

“Oh please, ‘flattery works on me’. What were you trying to get her to fuck you!” You scream in his face. You don't remember how the argument started but it did. And in a manner of minutes your emotions were flooding through you. 

“You really can’t handle me talk to any other girls than you.” He boosts.

“Shut up.” You grit. He shakes his head at you.

“You always do this, act all jealous of other girls who I obviously don't like but then you don’t wanna make what we have official.”

“Fine then make me your little girlfriend. Make me your girlfriend that's gonna follow you every where and worship the ground you walk on. I’ll just be your stupid little girlfriend.” The air becomes thick at your words. Eddie stands there for a moment before he grabs your shoulders and pushes your lips into his. Your mouths meet for a passionate, hungry kiss. 

“You know I hate you.” You grit against his lips as you start throwing your shirt off. He smiles against your lips.

“That’s not what you say when I’m inside you sweetheart.” He says throwing you onto the couch. God you were in for a long night.

-

“Oh that’s right take that dick baby. You wanna be my girlfriend? You wanna be my little stupid cock dumb girlfriend?” He has your body against his as he hits it from behind and his hand in your hair. You can hear the leather of his jacket move against his body every time he thrusts into your body. His mouth is right next to your ear, muttering the most filthy things. You can’t say anything else except nod to his questions. 

You look up at his face and you whine at the sight. His stupid fucking eyes. His goddamn soft brown orbs staring into your with the most admiration you’ve ever seen on someone's face. 

“Fuck wanna be yours, wanna be yours so bad.” You whine as he continues to hit the best spot over and over again. 

“Fuck yeah you do baby. Gonna show everyone you belong to me. Gonna show all those boys you wanted me over them.”

“Always wanted you over everyone else.” You pant out. You can feel your stomach’s knot grow more and more as he continues pounding hard thrusts into you. “Eddie, please. You feel so good.” 

“Yeah I know baby, I’m close to.” He starts relentlessly pounding into you as a desperate attempt to make you come and by god it makes you squeeze around him in orgasmic pleasure faster than you anticipated. Eddie quickly pulls out of you and will just a few jerks of his dick he’s coming onto your back. He lefts out a serious of moans as his sticky substance coats you. You hear him leave the room for a minute before you feel something soft on your skin and then you realize it’s a towel. He wipes you off before turning you over. 

He tosses the towel onto the ground as he pulls on his boxers and hands you his hellfire shirt. You put it on as you throw your head back on the couch in tiredness. You both sit there I silence for a few moments.

“So you like wanna be my girlfriend.”

“Y-yeah. Yes I do.” You say relaxing into him as his arms wrap around your body. 

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[nebulablakemurphy]

Can you do a fluff alphabet or nsfw alphabet with Rue bennett? What be more easy to you

We’re gonna go with fluff for this one 💜

A - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Rue shows affection with her words, kissing your cheek, holding your hand. Rue is a very lovey dovey romantic most of the time.

B - best quality (theirs)

Rue’s best quality is her ability to listen, she’s extremely smart and kind (except for that small % of the time)

C - confession (how would they confess their love for their partner? what would be the moment they knew they loved you?)

Rue falls in love with you very early in the game. She confesses it very quickly and quietly the first time because she’s a little nervous that it’s just her. But you say it right back.

D - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning etc?)

Rue wants to settle down with you. She just doesn’t know how. You have to be very patient. Rue can throw down in the kitchen though, it’s a major perk of living together.

E - endure (what would you have to be okay with to live and be with them?)

You gotta endure drug use and potential relapse…and Rue stealing your t-shirts from time to time.

F - faithful (are they loyal? would they stay faithful?)

Absolutely, not a doubt in Rue’s mind. You are they only one for her.

G - gifts (are they regularly a gift gifter?)

Rue loves to give gifts, especially things that you can wear. She’d make you beaded bracelets and shit so you know it’s real.

H - honesty (how honest are they?)

Mmm…😂 depends

I - injury (how would they react if their s/o was injured?)

Rue hates to see you hurt and will absolutely go after whatever did the damage. You ran into a bush? That bush and Rue are gonna have words.

J - jealousy (how jealous are they?)

Lil bit, nothing extreme.

K- kiss (how do they kiss)

Soft, sweet kisses. Rue loves a forehead kiss, a nose kiss, a kiss kiss. Anything with you.

L- love language (what’s their love language?)

Rue is somewhere between words of affirmation and acts of service.

M- marriage (do they want to get married?)

Rue would marry you in a heartbeat. When you know, you know.

N- nicknames (what type of nicknames or pet names?)

I feel like Rue is a babe/baby person.

O- offspring (do they want kids? What kind of parent would they be?)

Rue does want kids…maybe…someday when she’s older. She would be an amazing mom who has a very open dialogue with her kids.

P- patience (how patient would they be? Do they lose their temper often?)

Rue is pretty patient, but if you push her to that point,she’s gonna tell you you’re dead to her in the heat of the moment 😂

Q- quizzes (how much do they remember about their S/O? Every detail or do things often slip their mind?)

Rue remembers everything about you, when she’s sober. When she’s using she’s a little more forgetful. But she always pays attention.

R- remember (their favorite memory of your relationship)

Her favorite memory of you is the first time you spent the night at her house. You literally talked all night and she feels like you’re ten times closer after.

S- security (how protective are they? how would they protect their S/O, and how would they like to be protected?)

Rue is very protective, anyone who messes with you is immediately on the shitlist. Rue loves when you get protective over her, even if she says she doesn’t need it.

T- try (how much effort are they willing to put in. Birthdays, anniversaries, etc.)

With Rue, once she’s committed she’s committed. The effort level is very high to make important milestones very special for the person she loves.

U- understanding (how understanding are they? do they listen to their s/o problems? how do they approach vulnerability?)

Rue tries to be very understanding. Sometimes she struggles with this, but all she wants is for you to be happy.

V- vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s super chill about it but has great style.

W- wildcard (something random about them)

Rue loves music and sometimes uses it to decompress, she’s actually very musically gifted.

X- xylophone (what’s their song?)

Y’all get down to ‘Love on Top’ by Beyoncé

Y- you (their favorite thing about you)

Rue’s favorite part of you is your mind. Your willingness to understand. As far as Rue’s concerned, you’re the best thing that ever happened to her.

Z- zzz (how do they sleep?)

Rue sleeps on her side with one knee hiked up and out of the covers. She loves to take naps, especially cuddled up to you.

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Work It Out

Summary: Spencer realizes that he might just have feelings for his neighbor after seeing her in her workout gear.

A/N: I boofed it. Trying to write a blurb and I ended up writing a whole fic. I will never learn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Implied that reader is athletic but no mention of her body type)

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: bad communication, cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light spanking, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.7k

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“blurb idea that’s been living in my head, rent-free: reader is spencer’s neighbor and a dancer, who he has a huge crush on. spencer goes over to her apartment to borrow something and interrupts her daily stretches and spencer gets all flustered because she’s wearing leggings and a sports bra, and she’s so flexible”

“okay so this next thought came to my mind while i was doing some exercise lol: imagine that u started a new routine and you feel super tired at the ten minutes of the video haha, then spencer came back to work and when he see u doing some squats he's so turn on and then he just get close to you from behind and whispers "c'mon bunny, u can't with this, the only thing that u can handle is my cock" and then he just fuck y/n so hard aaaaaaaaa btw i'm the anon who sent that visual the past week of Twitter about the flowery lingerie 😌🙏🏻 —🥀”

“okay so like reader working out in Spencer’s apartment and he’s just watching her and getting all worked up. reader noticed and starts teasing him until he can’t handle it - 🐍”

-- -- --

They’d struck up a friendship almost instantly, from that first day that she moved in. He tried to help her with her boxes but he almost felt like he was holding her back, he got winded just going up and down the stairs on his own, let alone while he carried an entire box he later found out had been full of books. She laughed at him when he placed it down on her kitchen table and read the permanent marker label on the side. He still remembers how light her laugh had made him feel, how perfect it was.

From that first day things were just easy, effortless. He liked that he didn’t have to think around her, about work, about anything, he always felt so comfortable around her. Until that day.

The day that he couldn’t find his dustpan and brush after breaking a glass, so he went next door to see if she had one he could borrow. When he knocked on the door and heard a small ‘it’s open’, he walked in as normal, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight.

The furniture in her living room was pushed to the walls as she stretched in the centre of the room. He was sure there must’ve been a name for the pose she was in, but all he could concentrate on in that moment was how her body looked in the spandex of her leggings and sports bra. The smooth way her body contorted into strange shapes, the way her back arched so perfectly, and the way he could make out every curve of her body in a way he’d never really noticed before.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his staring as she concentrated on her movements before finishing up her pose.

“What’s up Spence?” she breathed once she relaxed, turning her eyes to him.

And for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away. He was almost positive that his face was a glowing shade of pink, he could feel the heat as it radiated off of his cheeks while she looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, I um- A glass!” he stuttered out, “I broke a glass” he finally managed but she still just looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“Okay, we’re really low on news today I see” she laughed, and he sort of wished she hadn’t, because it’s his absolute favorite sound.

“Sorry, I wanted to- I uh- I came over to see if you had a sweeping brush?” the words almost get caught in his throat but he fights to get them out, and he’s more proud than he really should be.

“Oh, under the sink!” she tells him, and he makes quick work of finding it before mumbling his ‘thanks’ and rushing back to the safety of his own apartment.

It’s a day he could never forget, even if his memory was normal. And part of him wished he could forget, because he knows that that’s the day he started treating her differently. It wasn’t easy or simple anymore. It was awkward and strange and he had a huge, stupid crush on her.

-- --

It doesn’t take long for her to notice the little changes in his behavior, the way he avoids her in the halls, or always seems to be inexplicably busy whenever she tries to make plans. And on the odd occasion that they do speak he never seems to be able to hold eye contact. It continues like that for a while until she just can’t take it for another second.

She waits until she knows he’s home, staring out the peephole at the door opposite hers until she sees him open it up and walk inside. She gives him about 5 minutes before she marches over and slams her fist against the door, a lot more urgent than necessary.

When he opens the door he looks tired and deflated, and his tie is undone, hanging around his neck. She can see the fatigue leave his features a second later, only to be replaced by a look of pure shock.

“Y/N?” he asks, like he’s not sure she’s really even there.

“Yeah, can I come in?” she asks, but she’s already maneuvering past him and into his living room like she’d done so many times before he’d gotten strange.

“What are you doing here?” he manages to get out once his shock subsides.

“What’s going on with you Spence? We’re best friends until one day you decide you don’t like me? What’s that about, I just have to pretend like I live next door to a stranger now?”

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. She’s not even sure she can see him breathing as his face begins to flush.

“I’m sorry” he breathes out first, “I wasn’t trying to- okay I was avoiding you, but it’s not because I don’t like you”

“Sure seems like it” she sighs, and for a second he looks heartbroken.

“No!” he blurts out, “It’s not that, I swear” he shakes his head, reaching out to touch her before retracting his grip, thinking the better of it.

“Then what is it Spence?” she looks at him with a softness now, with a pleading behind her eyes, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“It’s because I do like you” he says it like he’s relieved, like it had been gnawing at him, “Because I really like you”

“Like me?” she asks, the realization finally dawning. “As in...”

“As in... romantically?” he can’t look at her when he says it, closing his eyes as if he’s bracing for impact. But the next thing he hears is his favorite sound once again. She laughs at him. It’s not cynical, or rude, it’s the kind that’s filled with joy, and maybe just a little exasperation.

“Well I wish you’d’ve told me that sooner” she says once she’s calmed down, and when he opens his eyes she’s smiling at him, taking a step closer.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm” she nods, “That way, I could’ve let you know all about this crush I’ve been harboring on you for a while now.”

He doesn’t have time to think before she’s got her lips on his, soft and delicate against him. For a minute he can’t really understand what’s happening as her hands reach up to cup his face softly, and they stay there after she pulls back. Her thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones as she admires his shocked expression.

“You’ve had a crush on me?” is the first thing he thinks to say, and she nods, smiling up at him.

“Since that first day when you helped me move in” she admits, and the timeline clicks in his head. She’s wanted this longer than he even had. Something about it puts his mind at ease, the though of being desirable to someone like her just makes him swell with pride in a way he’s not even sure he understands.

“Oh” is all he manages to get out though.

“I know, we gotta work on your self confidence because you, Spencer Reid, are a catch” she smiles at him before diving in for their second kiss.

-- --

It’s probably too crass to say out loud, but his favorite part about moving in together is undoubtedly, her daily exercise routine. Sometimes it’s in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, sometimes the evening. He’s actually starting to suspect that she times it for when she knows he’ll be around to see it.

He waited a little while to confess just know much he thought about her in those leggings. The lilac ones that were still in her rotation. Not that he didn’t find her sexy all of the time, he really did. But there was just something, maybe pavlovian, about seeing her in those lilac leggings. The way they hugged her body, he always found himself staring more than he was proud of.

Whatever routine she’s following this morning has her just a little out of breath. And he pretends to be reading the paper at his desk while she pants less than 10 feet away from him. The sound alone is distracting, but when he glances up and he can see her doing squats, all he can focus on is her ass in those fucking leggings.

“8, 9.... 10″ she breathes out, finishing off with a small groan.

“Too hard?” he chuckles, giving in and laying his paper down.

“No way, I can handle it” she turns around to grin at him before turning back around, starting into another set, counting them out slowly.

He seizes the opportunity and gets up out of his chair, making his way quietly over to her while she concentrates on her form. When he’s finally behind her she’s nearly out of breath again, pushing through the last rep when his hand snakes around her waist and pulls her back against him. He leans in to her ear as he whispers.

“C’mon Bunny, I guess you can handle your squats, but can you handle this” he almost moans it as he presses his already hard cock right up against her ass.

“Fuck” she breathes out in a little gasp, her hands moving up into his hair to pull him closer.

“Do you think you can handle it Bunny?” he groans again, grinding himself against her this time.

“Yes! Yes Spencer please, I can take it” she moans out as his hands begin to roam over her body, gently tracing along the exposed skin between her bra and her leggings, feeling the warmth of it.

“Then be a good Bunny and bend over for me, okay?” he growls against her ear and she moves fast, bending over the back of the sofa, and presenting herself to him. He takes a step back to admire the view for a moment before he’s got his hands on her body again. His fingers go straight to the waistband of the leggings, tugging the smooth fabric down, pulling it until it's gathered around her feet, quickly doing the same with her panties until there was nothing in his way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this” he groans, a soft hand caressing the smooth skin of her ass before rising up and coming back down with a loud slap, followed by a high pitched whine from her.

“Did you like that Bunny?” he asks, gripping a rough handful of her ass as she moans out a meek ‘yes’

So he repeats the action, pulling his hand up only to slam it back down again rough and excited against the now sensitive skin.

“Fuck” she purrs, her legs closing, thighs moving together in an attempt to get some friction. But he puts a stop to that right away, placing one of his feet between hers and kicking them apart so her legs were spread for him.

“If you wanted something Bunny, all you had to do was ask” he teases, moving his hand along the curve of her ass until it was hovering between her legs, where she was desperate and wanting. He purposefully lingers just a moment too long before pushing two fingers inside of her. He’s rewarded with a low moan that pours out of her.

“So wet from just a little spanking, you’re so good for me” he groans, “Do you think you can handle my cock yet sweetheart?”

She can’t help the way she clenches and tightens around his fingers at the very thought. It’s not like they didn’t fill her up, they were so much longer and more agile than her own fingers, but nothing could really compare to his cock.

“Fuck, please” she whimpers, wiggling her hips just a little as though that might help convince him that she deserved it.

“Such a good girl, I think you’ve earned it” as he speaks he pulls his fingers gently out of her, and she forces herself not to while at the loss of contact. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping it himself a few times before he lines up behind her. Though they both love this position, she can’t help but miss watching him. The way his eyes close and and he bites his perfect plump bottom lip. But then he’s easing in and the feeling of him is enough to eclipse every other thought in her head.

“Oh god! Spencer!” she stutters out a moan, her hands flying forward to grab at the cushions on the sofa, digging her fingers into the soft down.

“You feel so good Bunny, always so wet for me” he groans as he pushes the whole way in, burying himself right up to the hilt.

His hands make their home on either side of her hips, his grip is tight as he pulls her back against him at the same time that he pushes his hips forward, slamming in on each thrust with everything he’s got.

Hips hit against her ass each time, rocking right up against the quickly forming handprint there whenever their skin collides. The slight burn only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

“So- ah- I’m so close” she manages to moan out in between all the gasps and pants, and without speaking Spencer reaches down to grab the straps at the back of her sports bra, using the leverage to pull her back up. Meeting her halfway he presses his chest right up against her back, one hand snaking around to loosely grip her throat. The other making its way down between her legs.

“Fuck- Spencer- I-” she gasps at his fingers start to run in small circles around her swollen clit, his hips continuing their motions at the same time. All of it building dangerously fast.

“What’s the matter? Too much for you Bunny?” he teases with a groan, right against her ear.

“No!” she rushes out, one of her hands bracing herself against the back of the sofa, the other draping itself loosely over his hand between her legs, encouraging but not interfering with its movements.

“That’s a good girl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock Bunny?”

She doesn’t have time to answer his question before she’s putty in his hands. Melting into his grip as he continues to move inside of her and against her. The only thing keeping her from falling to the ground is her loose grip on the edge of the sofa and Spencers hand around her neck as she moans out his name.

It’s only a few seconds later that his hips begin to stutter and both of his hands are on her hips again, pulling them tight against his own as he grows closer and closer. And then he’s cumming with a rough groan and a bunch of shallow breaths, filling her up entirely as she begins to slump against the sofa once again.

“Spence, fuck” she says with a deep breath, “That was unbelievable”

They’re both covered in a layer of sweat now, and Spencer can feel the hair that’s probably stuck to his forehead. In his exhausted state all he really wants to do is lay down against her back, gathering their breathing again. But he knows that’s just his cloudy mind talking. So he manages to loosen his grip on her hips and pull out slowly before rushing to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

He takes it and gently cleans the mess that he made between her legs before it gets the chance to drip down. Once she’s clean he helps her stand upright once again.

Although he’d come a long way with his self confidence there were still times like this where he let himself feel awkward, or unsure. Especially right after he’d just been so bold. But in times like this she knows exactly what to do. Rising up, she places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him, soft and gentle, just for a moment, before pulling back again to look at him.

“Shower?”

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any john x reader general headcanons?

I got so excited for this rq . Love him

John relationship hcs

- John is a lovable dork, expect a lot of sappy shit he sees in movies (most likely ones you watched together) while Dave and Karkat get second hand embarrassment.

- speaking of, his favorite dates are just movie dates, if you wanna do something else that’s cool too! But usually he comes up with some cheesy moves when you try to take him out somewhere

- loves making you laugh! He loves seeing your smile :)) so expect a lot of jokes

- and he’s willing to embarrass himself in front of everyone just to see you smile

- like your probably almost never sad with this guy

- he’s just a great guy to talk to also? About literally anything? Whether your venting or talking about the actual bullshit that went on during sburb and all of that, he’s just easy to talk to and never judges!

- lotsa cheek kisses btw

- he loves them <3 but also tries to come up with cliche ways to kiss you too

- like when you got asked out it was this cheesy love confession from one of your best friends (aka John)

- he’s clingy too, so he’s almost always touching you (unless you don’t want him to)

- he saw a lot of death and shit so he’s just really clingy now with you cause of it

- kinda this subconscious fear of losing you one day

- especially with everything with his dad

- so tends to be cuddly

- especially at night! He’s cuddled to you at night a lot, even in his sleep

- did I mention he’s always texting you? Cause he is.

- or just talking about you?

- anytime he’s not with you, he’s gotta be talking to you somehow or talking about you

- likes just bringing up like the fun times you had like “remember the time you started screaming because of the McConaughey movie I made you watch”

- while he loves having some silly fun with you, he’s a bit of a mom when it comes to you!! He worries about you a lot !!

- and is quite protective, but moreso in the way he doesn’t want you getting hurt, not out of jealousy or anything

- speaking of which, John isn’t a jealous guy really! Sure, he has his moments but he trusts you a lot!!

- like even if you were genuinely terrible and his own friends tried to convince him you were he’d think otherwise cause !! You’d never do that !! You’re the best !!

- even if he saw you being shitty with his own four two eyes he’d make an excuse, just cause he trusts you that much

- but due to his general trust in you it makes him a easy victim to any pranks and tricks you pull on him :B

- also when he liked you he didn’t realize he did until Dave told him, and even then he was like “really? No…”

- likes his hair being played with, it’s very soft too!

- takes you wherever you want! His powers really come in handy for that sorta thing

- more often then not compliments are sent your way

- he thinks about you at night if you aren’t there with him <//3

- would like to fly you up to look at nice views but wouldn’t wanna force you if you’re really scared

- he just thinks it’d be romantic

- and he tries like really hard to be as sappy and romantic as humanly possible

- the classic pretending to yawn and putting his arm around your shoulder while watching a movie

- he doesn’t even try to be subtle like if you say a word he’s like “yea I saw it in like every movie ever shut up”

- thinks you look cute in his glasses

- so like totally has you wear them all the time

- when y’all cuddle sometimes he likes his face in your neck or your chest and falls asleep like that

- while he tries to make you laugh a lot, he can’t help but laugh and smile a lot with you because you just make him really happy and giddy!

- “D’aww you like me that’s so embarrassing for you” “John we’re married” “hehe I know :B but still…”

[vinnival]

looks at my catperson products .

we doin this? we doin it?

alright, bet

Hofnarr & Catperson HCs!

Hoo boy this poor guy

Had to work with you on a collaborative project

He most likely already knows about you and your... cat traits, to say the least

And he's had an interest in you ever since😩

You just look so huggable and fluffy wtf else was he supposed to do???? .

Working with you on this project wouldn't be good for him if he kept it in

So, he's attempted to socialize with you in the only way he knows how: circus tricks !!!

As he smoothly moved on from one trick to another, you two got along swimmingly

And since then, you two have been CLOSE

like, "ill randomly cuddle u for mental support. ur my free therapy babey<3" close

Neither of you are complaining

He loves...,,,,,pettingyou

You love.,nsjxmxmx petting him

Sometimes if ur laying on him he'll notice ur purring and it relaxes him

Like, he can actually take a break and relax for once

Definitely randomly grabs ur face sometimes and just stares at you with the most gentle smile.... WAHHUGH

He also entertains you when you're on break by setting out some bouncyballs and bells !!! You have a Good Time <3 and he Loves Watching <3

He's not the violent type (😭) but if anyone ever attempted to/succeeded in harming you...

They will not be seen again 🕺

Likes explaining stuff that you're curious about in his lab

Also watches you run around sporadically, occasionally calling your name to remind you to mind the equipment

He walked in on you, who snuck into his lab before him, trying on one of his spare lab coats and man

his heart nearly exploded, you looked so nice in his clothes

When you start licking your arm or hand or leg, he finds it amusing

Those coworkers better watch what they say about your bestie or kitty's gonna bring out their claws

Never stops admiring your toe beans

"They're very soft..."

Probably has a laser pointer and will sometimes mess with you using it

Romantic HCs

God he has such a big crush on you

He doesn't know how to tell you :( he knows you gotta feel the same way, but what does he even say ???

Christoff actually was the one to specifically point out that Hof had a crush HEHEHEJE

Clueless men <333

Tries making you a liquid of your favorite color as a sort of confession?

You didn't pick up on it, only excitedly thanked him

He's tried many, many methods

Unfortunately, all flukes

Eventually, he straight up acted. Like you would sometimes do, he got in the way of your vision and looked down at you expectantly

"Yeah, Hof?"

"I have matters to discuss with you," he begins

"Solid, liquid, or gas?" You grinned before being flicked on the point of your ear

After that, he reluctantly vomited up his feelings for you

Ofc you reciprocated but goddamn it took him long enough

Now he get to pet a you AND kiss a you .!!!!!

Win win situation!!!

Lots more cuddles, loves being big spoon and wrapping his arms around you and making you feel safe

Always gets flustered when you do smth cat-like thats like. Extremely cute,, like kneading, or doing those Cat Liquid things

He's a good cuddler and hugger and hrnskddmfnf you kiss him a lot

and he feels LOVE

He always has care you and always will care you and givea u da kith

no matter what.

...right?

[1kook]

dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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[marahuyos]

anon asked: Hi I really liked that hc with the pointing lips, I didn’t expect to see this on the tag list and my filipino heart couldn’t contain it 🥺 this is my first time requesting for a genshin fanfic heheh. I want to request a hc something to do with Harana, where the characters (albedo, Diluc, kaeya, maybe xiao 👀 and other characters you would like to add) sing from your window to persuade/court you since it’s part of (our) S/O culture so they wanted to impress them with this... IKSNSJS

*:･ﾟ✧ nakilig ako dito putaena AHAHAHAHHA

doing this quickly bc i wanna do it b4 windblume ends sksks. also i’ll go and link some songs fitting for the characters (all filipino ofc. spoilers its all ben&ben HAHAHAHAHA)!

gn!reader

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✧ Diluc Ragnvindr | Ben&Ben - Araw-Araw

Umaga na sa ating duyan 'Wag nang mawawala Umaga na sa ating duyan Magmamahal, o mahiwaga

• It’s apparent that Diluc can sing since he won first place in the music minigame. He was taught at a young age on playing and dabbling in the arts like any other young noble should. It comes as no surprise that Diluc knows how to sing and play.

• It was you who had to tell Diluc this tradition when the Windblume Festival hits. When hearing the prospect of reciting poetry to your loved ones, you immediately got excited, which made Diluc question your sudden excitement.

• “Back where I’m from, there’s a tradition where a person will sing to their crush if they want to court them. It’s usually underneath a window sill but either way, I do want to experience it at least once!”

• He imprints the sight of your soft smile at the memory of the tradition. He thinks back on his time learning music as he cleans a beer glass. He’s not a bad singer by any means (ngl i thought diluc was voiced by jonah scott bc hoo boy he sings. but imagine my surprise when he was voiced by mishima skks). He can definitely carry a tune but would he risk his entire dignity by singing under your window sill with a song that he barely knows?

• If Kaeya wasn’t there, then maybe. Maybe.

• So he opts for the next best option; serenading in a private and romantic place. It wouldn’t be the Dawn Winery, there is too much traffic to try and attempt to sing. Windrise is an option but Diluc knows that the sisters of the church comes and cleans the statue (and Barbatos knows that he doesn’t want Barbara to faint from his voice). His next bet is Starsnatch Cliff, where numerous Cecilia flowers are littered across the cliff. 

• With that plan, he now attempts to memorize a song from your country. Diluc’s a fast learner, so he has no trouble learning the notes, the lyrics (though his pronunciation leaves little to be desired), and finally, the emotion carried through the music. Now that’s where he struggled since he doesn’t know how to convey emotion compared to other musicians. He tries his best, even asking Venti for help (enrolled is what Venti would use but at least he was paid with the best alcohol).

• Now to actually play the damn thing. He already struggled when inviting you out to Starnsatch Cliff (and bribing the couple that was there away), he hopes that his fingers wouldn’t twitch from nerves. It was when he began strumming his guitar that he realized something: there was no point in proving that he can sing. There was no point in learning a different language when there were many other different things he could’ve done to impress you. There was no need to potentially embarrass himself.

• But it was worth it when he sees your wide-eyes, your parted lips, and the warmth on your cheeks when he leans in closer. It’s worth it to see your eyes shine just like the stars in the sky when you understood the lyrics. It was worth it to see you say the words that Diluc longed to hear from your lips as he sealed them with a kiss.

Dawn has come within our cradle I pray you never fade Dawn has come within our cradle I love you, my ethereal

✧ Albedo | Ben&Ben - Ride Home

Took a morning ride, found a place up in my mind, no one else can see Maybe it's fate that we lose control In circles around, we go We become who we ought to know We just gotta let it go We just gotta let it go

• I think it’s safe to say that everyone knows Albedo can sing when his VA posted him singing. He can carry a tune and play decently on the strings. It’s just that he closes himself off in his research in Dragonspine all the while the Windblume Festival is in full swing. It’s not like you to leave someone behind while everyone is celebrating so you stand by Albedo for the duration of the festival.

• He says that you didn’t have to keep him company, more so if you don’t know anything about alchemy, but you were adamant to not leave the alchemist alone. Albedo can’t help the warmth fluttering in his heart that you wanted to stay with him. He wanted to try and teach you basic alchemical stuff so you wouldn’t feel bored or left out but he feared the shakiness in his voice would hinder him.

• So, you two talk about each other instead. While Albedo didn’t have anything noteworthy to talk about, you said to him about how you wished you can partake in the music game in hopes to play a love song. You told him that you wanted to try and sing a love song to your crush since it was a tradition in your country. While he bristled at the fact that you have a crush, the way your eyes flitted towards him, with a wavy smile on your face solidified his feelings for you.

• Having that information in mind, he quickly makes a harp out of the materials he has on hand. Such a feat is nothing to Albedo but it wasn’t the music that he was afraid of, it was giving his feelings away to you so suddenly. Learning a new language wasn’t so hard (because he learned it when he immediately realized he had feelings for you, what’s stopping him from learning everything?), but he fears that you may take it the wrong way.

• Or rather, he fears that he may do something he regret towards you.

• But he perseveres. When you were up sitting on a rock formation, studying a rare flower, Albedo stood below you, harp in hand. The sight of him, his beautiful eyes that were used to be so sure are now nervously flitting from side to side. His voice was carried out to the wind, deep and soothing just like the winds that caressed your skin. Albedo is nothing short of nervous but he was sure that he had his point across when he sees your blushing smile.

• All fears vanished when you jumped down a giggling mess, saying that this was the best Windblume Festival ever when you leaned in and kissed him.

So I'm coming home to you, ooh You, ooh You're all I need, the very air I breathe You are home, home

✧ Kaeya Alberich | Ben&Ben - Pagtingin

‘Pag nilahad ang damdamin Sana ‘di magbago ang pagtingin Aminin ang mga lihim Sana ‘di magbago ang pagtingin

• Kaeya won’t deny that he’s just as musically inclined as Diluc. As siblings, they’re naturally competitive against one another, always competing to see who can play the better piece. He wishes he could go back to those days, but bygones are bygones. Now, he strums his harp just for fun. Still, he’s not one to serenade to random strangers so it’s a first time for him to be laying his heart out in the open.

• Kaeya, like a responsible captain, steals you away and joins in the festivities with you with an arm around your waist. Reluctantly, you humored him, as you recount previous stories that you’ve experienced. One particular story that he keeps in memory was when you were serenaded once in your own bedroom window. While you had to turn down the one courting for personal reasons, you can’t help but feel warm whenever you remember the memory. Ever since hearing the bards’ sing their songs for the festival, you can’t help the flutter in your heart.

• Now, Kaeya is a very adaptable man, so he quickly thinks the best way on how to confess to you. Sometimes he has to curse himself from being so successful at flirting at absolutely everyone that he knows you could pass it off as being Kaeya. So he figures out the next best thing.

• Now, unlike Diluc, he’s willing to throw away his dignity for you. He’s willing to throw anything away from you because you were already so etched deeply in Kaeya’s heart.

• He’s a fast learned like Albedo, so it wasn’t hard to learn your language and do the correct pronunciation. All that’s left is to sing it and where. He hopes he could sing it underneath your balcony but you lived near the Cat’s Tail Tavern, where the noise has been raucous in this time of year.

• So he decided on going to the safety of your home, “drunkenly” stating that he was too sloshed to go back to his duties so he wishes to stop by your home until he sobers up. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see, so you relented Kaeya in resting on your couch as you prepared some water for him to sober up. At that moment, he prepares his act. 

• With his guitar in hand, he stands up and meets you in the kitchen. With his fingers elegantly strumming against the strings, his silky voice permeated across the house. His one eye watched your own widen at the sight of the man singing. He relished it even more when he sees the recognition in your eyes when you know the song that he's singing. Each lyric has been beautifully sung and amazingly enunciated that you wondered if Kaeya was a native to your homeland. 

• Kaeya wasn't normally a sap like this. He doesn't just do this to anyone. He even wonders what's the point of this when he doesn't even know that you'll accept him for who he truly is-for what he will do when things go awry. He recounts the words of a bygone father and he feels every ounce of sin he’s committed claw his back.

• But your gentle touch sends them away. Your hands burn the sins to ashes as you told him your ‘I love you’ in your language. And he understood it perfectly.

If I reveal just how I feel I hope you won't change how you look at me Admit all secrets I keep I hope you won't change how you look at me

✧ Xiao | Ben&Ben - Kathang Isip

Pasensya ka na Sa mga kathang isip kong ito Wari'y dala lang ng pagmamahal sa iyo Ako'y gigising na Sa panaginip kong ito At sa wakas ay kusang lalayo sa iyo (lalayo sa)

• Could Xiao even sing? Guizhong may have instilled some Liyue music in his veins when he was still a baby adeptus, she may have pulled her hair out once or twice when Xiao keeps breaking the guzhengs. At least Xiao has a decent voice, so Guizhong wouldn’t strangle Xiao with a forced sweet smile on her face. After the archon war and the yakshas fall, Xiao never sang or picked up another instrument ever again.

• Not when he passed Mondstat, hearing the insufferable bard play his tune, hearing the people who’re safe from karmic binds profess their love for one another, it made him sick. But by Guizhong’s hair would he waste this opportunity to leave you alone in the Windblume Festival. Even if he has to drag you away from the crowd in fear of him lashing out. He is not apologetic to him dragging you away but he does wonder why you would rather choose to spend your time with him rather than enjoy the festivities.

• It was at the city walls, you and Xiao enjoying the almond tofu you prepared beforehand. You did most of the talking, talking about random things that you can get. Xiao would always dutifully listen because he-honestly-you’re the only mortal that wormed his way into his heart and now he wants more but afraid of the consequences. He listens to you rambling about a courting method where one person serenades the other while they were in a higher place, just like the city walls.

• Human courting rituals have been the most confusing thing to Xiao; why go through such great lengths just to confess to someone your feelings? Shouldn’t straight up saying it be better and save time for each party? Even when he says this, he can’t help but watch your eyes glimmer at the thought of someone serenading you, in a night just like this.

• He was willing to embarrass himself for you, as he planted his feet on the wall railings. “Wait here.”

• He jumps and before you could say anything, he uses his Anemo Vision to keep him afloat. On his position, he was below you by a few feet. You watched in confusion when he summoned a lyre (and you could make out a scowl on his face, as if he was cursing the instrument) and soon, he began strumming it.

• His harp skills... could do some work. Some tone-deaf bard might have bawled his eyes out if he hears him play, but he was willing to swallow that embarrassment when he gets to have his point across. He hopes that he does, laying his heart like this just for you to take apart, for you to heal, for you to do whatever you want with it. He was willing to be weak and revere to you as someone as grand as an archon. 

• Xiao wasn’t expecting you to understand but when he sees tears in your eyes and your hand covering your mouth, he immediately stopped his singing and hurried to your side. Though, he didn’t have to. You already jumped down and got caught in his arms. He felt your tears soak his skin, your incoherent babbles muffled by his shoulder but he could make out that Xiao’s feelings aren’t one-sided.

I'm sorry For this imagination of mine I guess it's just because of my love for you I will wake up now From this dream of mine And in the end I will stay away from you (stay away from)