#sorry if I forgot any these were the only pink shirt moments I could think of off the top of my head

[housewifebuck]

anonymous requested: buck + pink

[noradegrantz]

Boarding School

Teacher! Anakin x fem! reader

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

warnings: sexual content, implied smut, age gap, fingering, sex, teacher-student relationship

The reader is 18+ in the fic!!

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

this fanfic is inspired by Lana Del Rey’s unreleased song “Boarding School”

please excuse any typos you might see :,)

I really hope that y’all will enjoy this <3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

You recently found out that you were going to a new boarding school.

Your parents sent you off to a new one since in your previous school, you had problems with some girls. You didn’t really wanna to go to a new school since you have kind of settled in in your old one, but you didn’t have a choice.

It was your first day in the new boarding school. An only-girls school. The moment you stepped in some teachers showed you your new room and you had to share it with another girl. It was pink and baby blue. Your bed had some bows around it and overall it was a really pretty room. After settling in you decided to go check out the rest of the school. Since it was the first day and there were no lessons today.

You were wearing your school uniform, a white shirt, a red tie, a pair of white thigh socks, black shoes and your red pleaded skirt. You look so pretty. You start walking around the corridors of the school, checking out the new classrooms and everything. You were not watching where you were going at some point when all of a sudden you accidentally fell onto someone. You looked up to the person. It was a teacher. You embarrassedly looked up to him and started apologising.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir, I was not watching where I

was going..!”

You really felt embarrassed after this…

He warmly smiled and looked down to you.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, it’s fine!”

You were so embarrassed and looked down,

then he said

“Are you a new student? It’s the first day of school today and I haven’t seen you before here.”

You looked up to him and smiled

“Yes! I am a new student! I just came this morning. My name is y/n..”

“What a nice name…”

he replied.

“Have they assigned you with a class? I think it’s on the papers that they gave you when you arrived here this morning.”

Your eyes widen, realising that you do not know in which class you actually are.

“Oh, I forgot to actually check it… silly me..”

You say and laugh awkwardly.

“Well, I’d suggest that you actually go check it out because the lessons start tomorrow and I don’t think that you would like to lose one of your classes right?”

He says and winks at you.

You instantly blush..

He’s a teacher, and he’s already making you feel so…so.. hot..? You couldn’t explain it, but you were feeling things.

You give him a smile and walk back to your room.

The next day you wake up and check out in which class you are. The papers say C1.

You get dressed, eat breakfast and fix your schoolbag. Then you head out to your lesson.

You walk in the class and sit in the front seat. After a while you hear the door of the classroom open and your new teacher walks in. It’s the same teachers from the corridors yesterday. The moment this happens is when you realise that he never actually told you his name.

Then, he sits in front of everyone in the class and says

“Good morning everyone, I’ll be your new philosophy teacher for the year.. I am Anakin Skywalker, but you can call me Mr Skywalker. I also do tutoring lessons in case everyone has problems with philosophy, so could you always can count on me.”

he says and smiles. I look up to him and smile too. He notices me and winks playfully. I feel a wave of amusement and embarrassment wash over me. He’s my teacher and feel like that about him, but he’s already so nice to me and sweet, you said to yourself.

Days pass pretty fast. You’ve started your school year in a really good mood. You love your new philosophy teacher more than any other teachers. Whenever you see him, you talk to him and you guys have really good conversations. One day decide to finally take the step and ask him if he can tutor you.

After class, you walked up to him.

“Excuse me Mr Skywalker….from what I remember on our first lesson you said to us and we can ask you for help with tutoring.. I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile about it, but I was just too shy I guess..”

You say, and laugh anxiously.

He gave you a warm smile and replied

“Of course…plus you are the only student who actually asked for me to tutor them, so whenever you feel like it let me know.We can arrange the days and all.. oh and I have some free time right now. We could sit here, on this class, if you would like me to help you out with anything hmm?”

you smiled in excitement.

“Oh yes absolutely! I do have some free time right now… and I would love it if you could help me right now..”

You said and giggled.

You guys start studying together. He’s a really good tutor. Without realising it, hours have passed..

Anakin takes off his glasses and smiles, while looking at you.

“I don’t get why you want me to tutor you… you are so good..”

He smiled once again.

You put a strand of your hair behind your ear and reply to him.

“Honestly…sir… I don’t really feel like it.. I mean I do try my best, but it feels like I need more help.. but I really appreciate the way you speak to me and the way you help me with anything… thank you sir”

He’s sitting right next to you with his hand on the desk while looking at you.. you guys are so close.. your lips are so close to each other..

just as you guys are so close to kissing he moves a bit away..

“The time has passed fast huh..? Perhaps you better if you went back to your dorm doll.. it’s getting late..”

you smile, awkwardly and reply

“Oh yes sir, you’re absolutely right… I will head back to my dorm.. and thank you… for today.. I’d like to do that more often..”

You leave the classroom.

After an while you’re back in your dorm.

You sit by the window and check out the view outside of the building. As you check out the trees, you watch your teacher under a tree, smoking a cigarette. You keep looking at him. And that is the moment you realise that you actually feel much more things about your teacher… you start noticing how hot he is when he smoking… the way he pushes his hair back, out of his face… the way he fixes his glasses.. it’s all so..attractive…

You didn’t care that you felt like that in the first place, you just wanted him.. so bad..

Days pass once again. He keeps on tutoring you. You guys get much closer than expected.

You are talking about more personal matters which leads both of you into realising that you are actually much similar than you thought..

The following week, you two decided to have a lesson much later that day. When nobody was walking around the classrooms and you had more privacy.

After an hour into the lesson, you guys are so close again…this time you felt like you needed to do that… you couldn’t resist, and as your lips were so close…You just leaned closer and kissed him..

He did not break the kiss. Instead, he put his hands on your waist as you were sitting in the chair and kissed you more. Then he set you on the desk and kept kissing you as his hands traveled around your body.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long doll… I’ve been wanting you for so long…”

He exclaims.

You couldn’t believe it.

You wanted him in the exact same way.

You stop the kiss and look up to him once again

“I’ve been wanting that too.. I want you here..right now, take me here..!”

You exclaimed. He smirked and laughed quietly.

Adrenaline washed over you.

He lifted your skirt as you were laying on the desk. Then he moved your panties to the side.

“And those pretty pink panties that you are wearing… such a shame that they are gonna be ruined by me baby..”

he starts fingering you

You keep moaning with your hand covering your mouth. Trying to be as quiet as possible..

After a while of prepping you.. he enters you.

He moves slowly.

“Baby? I’m gonna try to be gentle, okay? Tell me if anything hurts, hmm?”

you shake your head and smile warmly.

You spent the whole night getting pounded on a desk by your philosophy teacher.

After you guys finished, Anakin kissed your cheek and smiled

“You did so good for me doll..”

Turns out that the boarding school will be fun <3

[noroi1000]

❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 18

Satoru-Sensei | ←Previous chapter • Next Chapter→

Summary: Watching the death of a person who destroys you from the inside and then being forced to kill that person yourself. This is different than suddenly finding out about death. But they both hurt the same. He would lose someone who made him feel emotionally important to someone. He didn't want Megumi to say it, but he did... He didn't want to experience loss. He didn't want to lose you. He had to take you to safety. You were the person who was his warmest ray of sunshine. So... Don't dare they put finger of you...

"Is it polite to break into someone's house? Megumi?" He hummed in a sing-song voice. "Nope... After all, I'm the villain here, right? Am I the villain for you?"

"You-!"

"It's me! Hello everyone! First-year teacher at Jujutsu High School, Gojo Satoru!" He bowed dramatically." So, shall we start?"

"Don't play like a clown!"

"Aww... Megumi, you are hurting me. Didn't you say I was crazy? Why don't you let me play one?" He clapped his hands with a smile.

"(l/n) is here?" Itadori asked, looking at his sensei, who was still smiling.

"Didn't Megumi tell you everything? I understand you didn't believe him right away."

"Sensei...!"

"I don't know who you're talking about. There is no (l/n)."

Itadori almost sighed with relief when he heard the white-haired man's words.

Fushiguro must have been wrong! It was impossible for you to live! Gojo-sensei would never do that!

"There's only (y/n)-chan." He said it suddenly, running his thumb over his jaw.

Itadori's body froze when he heard this.

Gojo-sensei never lied. And now he confirmed what Fushiguro told them? How could this be possible?

It's...

His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly open.

"If you asked about (y/n) right away, I would tell you right away that she's here. Why should I hide it any longer if you already know?" He said, walking slowly on the sand. "Besides, she doesn't have that name anymore. I can ask her to be Gojo at any time. And she will."

"Why?!"

"Because according to everything that exists, she's dead. She voluntarily gave up the name she once had last year."

"Why are you forcing her to do this?!" the girl screamed. "You can't treat her like that!"

"I'm not treating her badly. And also, I'm not forcing her to do anything. She's here of her own free will. She wants to be here. I'm not forcing her to do anything. That's why we're here together."

"And what about this?! You keep her here, away from the world! She has no one here! You want to show that she's dead! You make her want to be here! You show that there is no world outside you! You're crazy!"

"Nobara, I didn't expect you to think of me that way..." he groaned.

He took off his glasses and put them in the pocket of his white shirt.

"You can't treat her like that!"

Suddenly, the nails flew towards him and stopped in front of his body, stopping through his infinity.

"Kugisaki!" the pink-haired man was surprised by the girl's sudden behavior.

"Look carefully. This isn't the Gojo he used to be!" She said it with a loud voice before snapping her fingers. "Hairpin!"

"Oh! I forgot that you are all strong! I'm sorry, but I stopped paying attention to the surroundings of other sorcerers when I had to teach the next first-years." he said with the same expression he had at the beginning.

He stared at the large nail of cursed energy driven into his indestructible barrier.

Even a hairpin doesn't do anything to Infinity. This should get in like a normal barrier. But now it doesn't work! Infinity is not an ordinary barrier!

"You said I'm not the same Gojo? I'm the same. I just realized something."

"What?" Fushiguro summoned his divine dog to stand behind him.

"From a certain moment two years ago, I wanted to protect (y/n) at all costs and keep her away from me. I realized that I wouldn't be able to do this while she was a sorcerer and developing. At some point, she wouldn't be in school anymore. And with this technique, she will definitely be sent on more dangerous missions. I couldn't be with her all the time. That's why, when I saw her in the forest, unconscious and weak, I thought I had failed. I promised to protect her. And it was all because she was a sorcerer." He shook his head from side to side with a small smile.

He reached for the girl's nails and tossed them back to her carefully.

"Don't waste your nails that you can use to fight curses."

This wasn't a trick or a scam.

This was real behavior.

"I can only protect her completely here. She is always with me, and even without me, nothing will happen to her here. I also realized that she is the person I want to live close to."

"Did you know she was your student?" The dark-haired man growled.

"I know." He sighed. "I just wanted to protect her and take care of her. But the longer she was with me... For the first time, I felt that someone genuinely cared about me... Someone who would never stop smiling at me. It was a difficult decision for me, but I realized that if she had been mine, maybe life would have been more beautiful.

"Shut up! She's-!"

"She's my girlfriend. And she wants to be mine. I come home every day with the certainty that she is there and waiting for me. Without a moment of doubt, I enter the house, and I know that it is not empty. There is someone out there for me." He suddenly spoke seriously. "Maybe I've become too emotional now, but I want to show you that it's all true."

"So why doesn't she come here and tell us the truth?!"

"She sleeps. She was tired. I'd rather you don't upset her. She has forgotten that life, and when you come, she will suffer from the past."

"Don't upset her? Has she forgotten about that life? Sensei! You're the one who made her do this!" the boy with small scars shouted and swung as he ran to hit the white-haired man.

"Wah, I didn't expect this from you, Yuji. I thought only Megumi would be like that towards me." He grabbed his fist. "Tell me, Megumi, do you care about (y/n) because she reminds you of Tsumiki? At least that's what I thought."

"Shut up! Finally, tell the truth! You did it for your own good! You took her here so as not to lose someone close to you! You took her so you wouldn't have to watch her go! You did this to her so you wouldn't have to lose the person you love! So you don't have to experience the same thing again!

"Second?" Kugisaki whispered, looking at him.

Gojo's eyes widened slightly, and then he clenched his jaw.

It is not the same...

It's not the same feeling...

Watching the death of a person who destroys you from the inside and then being forced to kill that person yourself.

This is different than suddenly finding out about death.

But they both hurt the same.

If he found out about your death, he would suffer because he would never even have the opportunity to say goodbye to you.

He would lose someone who made him feel emotionally important to someone.

The trauma of losing a friend, and the despair of losing the person he fell in love with...

He didn't want Megumi to say it, but he did...

"You did it so you wouldn't have to go through the same experience as when you lost Geto Suguru!"

He snapped...

His heart was empty.

He did this. He didn't want to experience loss. He loved you. He didn't want to lose you. He had to take you to safety. The world of Jujutsu is not safe for a person like you. You were the person who was his warmest ray of sunshine.

And so...

"Don't talk as if what I went through once meant even more than it does now! You don't know it when the only person you could ever be truly close to suddenly passes away forever. And you have to kill that person! You don't know the feeling of sacrificing everything you've ever felt because it will be good for others! Just once, I want to do something just for me! If I let her come back, it would be like killing her! You know what this world does to people like her!"

Everyone backed away when they heard his scream.

"You don't think I'll ever let someone take her away from here! She's staying here, where she's safe! And as long as you're here, I'll show you that I won't let anything hurt her! Don't lay a finger on her!"

A/N I know there are references to Suguru in many of my stories.To the past. But this is a necessary part of Gojo's character. Geto - who was his moral compass - after he left made him change. Therefore, when writing about Gojo, it will always have something to do with Geto.

Taglist: @mc-reborn ; @yihona-san06 ; @yerinsshi ; @erisfayred ; @tohsri

[idyllic-ghost]

title: gas station donuts pairing: jongho x reader genre: fluff, friends to lovers warnings: mentions of food, late night snacks synopsis: you have a midnight craving, and you know just the reliable person who could get you what you wanted. wordcount: 4.5k taglist: @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @niktwazny303, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang

request: bee bunny bagel beloved!! i have come bearing ateez request since you said you wanted some hehe 👉🏼👈🏼 from ur prompt list what about 2 & 7 with jongho? (btw ur prompt list is SO cute what!! definitely not stealing that /j) hope ur day has been amazing ily (from @housewifehui)

prompts: (2) "would it kill you to smile?" (7) "is that my shirt?"

rating:

a/n: just a short blurb, kind of an open ending but i think it's nice! thank you for the request bb

Disclaimer: The scenarios and depictions in my works are fictional and do not represent real-life situations. They do not aim to reflect the complexities of any culture, city, or individual. All characters are entirely fictional, regardless of names or descriptions.

Join my taglist // Masterlists

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The knock at your door had your heart racing. It couldn't be anyone else than who you were expecting - it was too late for your neighbors to ask you for flour again. Just to be sure, you looked through the peephole once you had gotten to the door. It was him. You opened the door and there he was. A smile involuntarily appeared on your face at the sight of him, standing there in his pajama pants and a hoodie - his glasses slightly crooked, which only made his small pout even more adorable. Jongho's black hair was a mess, like he had tried to fix it but didn't have enough time.

"Hi." You all but beamed.

"Here are your donuts." He sighed and handed you a brown bag. "Could you tell me a bit earlier next time? I had just laid down in bed when you texted."

"Sorry, Jongho." You snickered, holding the bag of donuts to your chest as if they could protect you from his judgmental gaze. "And thank you, I appreciate it. Do you want to come in?"

"As long as I get the comfortable spot on the couch," he muttered, walked inside, and kicked off his shoes before walking further inside.

"You big baby," you mocked and followed him inside.

You put the donuts on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to get two cups of tea. You worked fast, not wanting waste another moment with your friend. When you got back to your living room Jongho had made himself comfortable with a blanket on his favorite side of your couch. His glasses were on the table by the donuts, so that he could comfortably lay his head on the back of the couch.

"I made you tea." You smiled and Jongho made an approving sound in response. "Here you go."

He accepted the cup, his eyes traveling up and down your frame like he was inspecting you. After some time something seemed to click in his brain.

"Is that my shirt?" he questioned. "It looks familiar."

"You forgot it here a few weeks ago." You sat down next to him, trying to look nonchalant.

"So you're a thief?" Despite his accusing tone, he smiled.

"It was on my property." You shrugged. "And it's comfortable."

It was one of his hoodies. A grey one with some sort of print - you didn't look closely enough. It was warm, and it smelled like him, that's the only thing you really cared about. But you couldn't tell him that, and you quickly found a way to change the subject.

"So... what kind of donuts did you get me?" You reached for the brown bag.

"The pink ones," he answered. "And a powdered sugar one."

"You know me so well." Your giggling mixed with the sound of the crinkling bag.

"They taste like shit, you know? You can get better ones at a real bakery instead of a gas station." He sighed and started drinking the tea.

"But I like the gas station ones," you said, "they're nostalgic."

Jongho was looking at you with a gaze you couldn't quite place. There was something about him that made you feel all warm and fuzzy. You leaned your head on the back of the couch. He was looking back at you, not smiling.

"It wouldn't kill you to smile," you said.

"Why would I smile?" He scoffed. "You dragged me out of bed to get you bad donuts."

"They're not bad!" You gasped. "And I didn't force you to do anything!"

"You practically did!"

"I just asked if you could get me the donuts." You pouted.

"Well, I can't say no to you!" he exclaimed.

You paused and looked at him, but eye contact seemed to be too much for you right now. Instead, you looked into the donut bag and pulled out a powdered one. To avoid having to say anything else, you bit down into the soft, fried dough.

"You're making a mess." Jongho sighed yet again and sat up.

He leaned towards you and wiped his thumb over your cheek, right by the corner of your mouth. You grabbed his hand before he could pull it away.

"What did you mean by that?" you asked. "That you can't say no to me."

"It means what it means." He shrugged and pulled his hands away.

You sighed and put the paper bag on the table again. It slouched, looking like a deflated balloon. It wasn't the answer you wanted from him, maybe you'd never get that.

"Do you know why I like these donuts?" you asked.

"Why?"

"I was at that gas station when I had broken up with my ex." You sighed as you remembered the night. "He left me there, and I didn't have anything on me except for a bit of change. My phone was dead, so I used the money on a payphone to call you, and you came just like that. I don't know why, but it had to be you."

Looking over at him, you noticed he was staring intently at you. He remembered, you knew he did. Still, you couldn't quite read his expression. There was nothing that gave away any sense of yearning for you, not the way you longed for him. Could he see your longing? Did he know?

"You went to get me, I was waiting in an aisle in the store," you continued. "And you found me. Instead of making a big deal out of it, you bought me donuts. You didn't say 'I told you so' or make me feel bad for waking you up in the middle of the night. We ate donuts together while you drove me home."

"You got powdered sugar all over my car," he recalled and you snorted.

These moments were the ones you valued most with him. Moments of real conversations, and the warm feelings you got from the way he looked at you when you smiled.

"Jongho," you whispered, "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you," he admitted and grabbed your hand. "... why did you text me tonight?"

"Honestly?" You took a deep breath. "I just missed you... and I wanted donuts."

Jongho laughed and sat back in his comfortable place. The two of you looked at each other. There was a thickness in the air, but it wasn't suffocating - only surrounding. Warmth... love.

"Keep the hoodie," he said suddenly. "You look nice in it."

"Thanks." You smiled.

I love you. You wanted to say it so badly, but now just wasn't the time. Instead, you were just going to enjoy the moment. You could tell him another time.

[ladyelissarose]

‘I’m Here For You’

Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x girlfriend reader- nickname ‘Skylar’

 Warnings: mentions of anxiety, worry, fluff

Summary: After being caught up in her work to take a test that’ll guide her to the next rank, Phoenix forgot to keep a promise to her girlfriend. Now, will Skylar see this as a mistake or judge her for it?

 “Honey!! I’m home!”

Phoenix heard that familiar lovely voice come through the front door early in the morning, signaling that her girlfriend of 2 years had just gotten home from her all night shift. Skylar was a nickname the academy had given her as she worked for the San Diego Police Department, but Phoenix liked calling her gentle giant ‘mamas’. She heard the door close softly as the keys jingled and clanked against one another as they were probably being hung on the key rack. Phoenix was supposed to still be in bed resting, but instead she had stayed up all night, going though her work and books for the Lieutenant Commanders test she was soon supposed to take, worrying that maybe she wasn’t reading or learning enough to pass with a high score. More than anything she wanted to pretend that she was fine and just run to her girlfriend and treat her well for working so hard last night, but she couldn’t move any bone in her body, and just stayed seated in their shared office and nibbled on her fingernails nervously. Phoenix looked down at herself and at her desk, both were a complete mess. Phoenix hadn’t showered or eaten, her hair was a knotted mess in a bun, wearing the same old t-shirt of 2 days, that Bradley had lent her after she forgot to bring a change of clothes to the gym, along with leggings and fuzzy red socks. Her desk had scattered papers and open books everywhere, as well as sticky notes taking place on every durable surface. Phoenix continued to nibble on her fingers as she heard her girlfriends footsteps approach the room, and she could only think to herself,

 ‘I must be the worst! I promised I would make her breakfast and run her a warm bath. Instead I’m still here at my desk at 9 in the morning with nothing done! She’s going to be so mad, but I don’t blame her, I was selfish-‘

  “Hi baby, what’s going on?”

Phoenix went completely stiff at Skylar’s greeting again, and held her pinky finger at the tip of her pouty lips, looking down at her paperwork, contemplating what her next move should be. But she soon felt a nice weight come on her shoulders as familiar arms hung over them and push her against a warm and inviting chest. A sweet peck was given on her cheek before she was asked again,

  “Honey, what’s going on? Why haven’t you gone out of here?”

 And that’s when Phoenix put her hands over her face and began to cry softly, feeling completely useless and overwhelmed with everything in that moment. Phoenix instantly felt the warmth of Skylar leave her body, but before she could beg Skylar to stay and not leave as well as give out her apologies for not keeping her word, she was spun around on the chair to face Skylar who had bent down and held her hands on Phoenix’s knees as she concernedly asked,

  “Nix why are you crying? What’s the matter honey, talk to me?”

 Phoenix sniffed as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and shrugged, returning her other hand back to her lips as she let her anxiety take control to nibble her fingers again. But before she could try to get that close, Skylar took both of Phoenix’s hands into hers and held them tightly, while looking up to her lovingly, hoping Phoenix’s warm brown eyes could find her own. Phoenix looked everywhere but Skylar as she voiced through tears that continued to paint her now pink cheeks,

 “I really- I really wanted to keep my word and treat you this morning, but I got caught up in work- I’m so so sorry- please-“

 Skylar shook her head and began to say,

  “Hey hey hey.. no more sorrys, tell me what’s going on with my baby. What or who is making my beautiful girl cry?”

 Phoenix slightly blushed at being called beautiful for the one-millionth time, but nonetheless she turned her head and used her chin to point at her desk while pouting,

  “The Lieutenant Commanders test is driving me crazy, but I really want it, like really bad mamas.. but I can’t seem to grasp any information-“

 Phoenix squeezed her eyes shut as she let out a sob and began to cry again. Skylar was quick to understand the weight of it all, she knew that Phoenix’s job as a Naval Aviator was a competitive job, and they only picked the best, the number 1, so the work it took to get there, could be unbearable sometimes, and it made her sad to think that Phoenix felt terrible for believing that she wasn’t enough or even selfish. So Skylar then decided to take matters into her own hands, because she more than anything hated seeing her bright and beautiful girlfriend crying, and blaming herself for things she couldn’t control. Still holding Phoenix’s hands, Skylar stood up and offered sweetly while tugging at Phoenix’s hands,

  “Come on sweets, let’s go take a bath.”

 Phoenix lifted her face and revealed her puffy red eyes with dark bags under, along with her swollen pink lips, she shook her head no as she stood up,

  “No I’m supposed to take care of you-“

  “Natasha.. I said, let’s go take a bath. Please?”

Skylar used a little bit of firmness so Phoenix could stop trying to turn it around, which she was glad that it worked as Phoenix gave in as she still sniffed away her tears

 “ok.. are you going to be with me?”

 Placing a warm kiss to Phoenix’s lips that were a bit salty with tears, Skylar smiled,

  “Of course I am. Go pick out your choice of bath bomb or whatever you want to use, I’ll go pick out our pjs and things.”

 Phoenix felt a little better as she cooperated, Skylar held her hand as she led them to their bedroom and large restroom that had a nice, good-sized tub, awaiting to be used by two tired and exhausted angels. Skylar then walked away to their drawers, as Phoenix opened the cabinet and pulled out the vanilla scented bath bombs, along with the Shea butter & honey cream, for afterwords.  In a short time the bath tub was almost filled with warm vanilla water, Phoenix sat on the little chair they had their as she waited for Skylar to return, which soon came when Skylar walked inside with their favorite hoodies and socks, along with their usual matching undergarments. Phoenix stood up so she could place the clothes there as she asked curiously,

  “What took you so long mamas?”

 Skylar sent her a wink as she said proudly,

  “I ordered us some breakfast from the Waffle House. It’ll be here by the time we’re done, so we can have breakfast in bed. What do you think?”

 Phoenix let her eyes water as she whimpered,

  “I think that’s so sweet of you, I-I don’t deserve you.”

  Skylar awed while Phoenix let her take down her messy bun and massaged her scalp,

  “You do deserve me, all of me, no matter what. You work so hard and only deserve the best because of it. Ok?”

 Phoenix smiled while her tears were wiped away softly by Skylars fingers,

  “ok.. Thank you.”

“Anytime my love, now let’s get in before it gets cold on us.”

 Soon Phoenix rested against Skylar’s chest as they cuddled in the tub after rinsing off the vanilla and honey scented shampoo and body wash. Phoenix’s tears of joy and appreciation were poured the entire time, while Skylar showered her with love and caring actions, as she washed her hair, massaged her sore shoulders with the body wash, carefully rinsed and made sure the soap didn’t get in her eyes, it was all so beautiful and sweet for Phoenix, and made her only fall more in love with Skylar. And now Skylar sweet talked Phoenix while kissing her exposed skin in between,

  “I’m here for you whenever you need, and it’s ok to solely focus on your job, I know that test is very important to you, especially when you need to get there before Mr. Jake -Alter-ego Seresin right?”

 Phoenix’s shoulders shook a little as she giggled, Jake Seresin had been a big influence on Phoenix taking the Lieutenant Commanders test, betting that whoever got it first would have to pay and host and celebration party as well as take and pay for a short vacation for passing. And Phoenix really wanted it, more because she wanted rank, but as well as the prize Jake had promised for it, she could imagine taking her girlfriend along with her to celebrate and to a well deserved and wanted vacation. But Phoenix had taken it more seriously this time, and let it all overwhelm her, packing it all on her at once wasn’t a good choice, but she didn’t see it until it was almost too late. But now Phoenix realized that she had forgotten to take care of herself through the process, and the only way she could be sane enough to pass, was if she took care of herself too.

  “You’re right Skylar.. I got too ahead of myself and just let myself drown over my own ambitions.”

  With a tight squeeze Skylar replied,

  “It’s ok to be ambitious.. to want to do and be more, but the only way you can get there, is if you take care of your mind, your heart, your body, so that all of you can get there in one piece, and I’m willing to help you get there, I’ll help you study.”

 Phoenix turned her head to face Skylar as her eyes beamed with hope,

  “Really? But it’s a lot.”

 “That doesn’t matter to me, all that’s matters is that my baby is taken care of, and that she learns the material to pass-“

Ding ding ding!!!

 Skylar’s head perked up as she cheered,

  “Hey our foods here! Why don’t you get dried up while I go pick it up, yeah? I’ll be right back.”

 After smooching Phoenix’s cheek then lips, Skylar jumped out of the tub carefully, and slipped on a robe before walking out.

 Phoenix then unplugged the tub and got out slowly to not slip. She began to dry herself from head to toe while her hair was wrapped up in a towel. She soon heard bags ruffling around as Skylar’s voice sounded out,

  “I’m back! Let me set this up, then I’ll come change with you.”

 “Ok! I’m drying myself off still.”

 “That’s ok!”

In mere minutes Skylar returned and helped rub the rest of the cream on Phoenix’s sore shoulders and feet, happy when Phoenix returned the favor. After slipping on their hoodies and clean fuzzy socks, Skylar caught on to how Phoenix kept nibbling her fingers here and there, so she suggested nicely,

 “Why don’t we paint our nails first? Then we can go eat.”

  Phoenix dropped her fingers from her mouth as she apologized,

  “It’s a bad habit from when I’m nervous, I’m sorry.”

  Taking out the white nail polish and painting them carefully Skylar said,

  “It’s ok to be nervous, but nibbling these pretty nails won’t help, ok? So let’s see if painting them will help, cause as much as I love my baby even with her nibbled fingers, I like to see her with them all dolled up too.”

  After letting Phoenix admire them and promise to try her best to not go back to her bad habit, Skylar sent her a wink as she finished up and used the nail dryer machine to dry them quicker. Soon Skylar happily led Phoenix to their bed where their food was set nicely on some trays. They helped each other climb in bed and get settled nicely under the warm puffy white covers, then put the trays in front of themselves, beginning to dig into their warm delicious meal of waffles and bacon. Skylar smiled to herself as she watched Phoenix be so soft and cute, people from outside their house saw Phoenix as a strong woman, no one ever saw her cry or sweat, she was fierce and fought to the last minute to get her prize. She didn’t let a soul intimidate or demean her, in the skies she was a leader, she was Phoenix, the one who rose from the ashes and ruled the skies. But at home, she was babied and cared for like a precious diamond, her girlfriend protected her like no other and did her best to shield her from the harmful world, and Phoenix liked that, she liked feeling cared for, and having her hair down. When they finished eating Phoenix wanted to get up and go on with studying and cleaning up her desk’s mess, but Skylar immediately put a stop to it,

  “No no no... you my dear, are going to snuggle in, and get some much needed beauty sleep. Warm up the bed while I go take this to the kitchen, and if I see you up. So help me God.”

  Phoenix laughed at her girlfriend as she watched her try to be super serious, so she teased.

 “And what if I’m not here when you come back?”

 Skylar eyed Phoenix from the door while holding the trays, as she said,

  “I will literally tie you to the bed, and punish you-“

  “I want that-“

 “No, sleep first, and if you’re nice and obey, I might consider to do what your pretty mind wants me to do. Yeah?”

 Tucking herself under the covers Phoenix sighed defeatedly,

  “Okaaaaay.”

Skylar then walked to their kitchen and threw away the trash, and washed their forks and empty glasses of orange juice. When she walked back to the room, she was met with Phoenix’s soft snores and heavy breathing from passing out into a deep sleep. Fist-pumping the air Skylar quietly cheered to herself, then used that time of Phoenix being asleep as an opportunity to fix up her office.

  About 4 hours later, Phoenix woke up while being spooned, feeling absolutely comfortable and at home. Warm arms were wrapped around her waist that held on tightly, Phoenix thought Skylar was asleep, until she heard her soft voice coo,

  “You up dear?”

 Phoenix nodded as she turned around to face Skylar and smiled,

  “Yeah I’m awake, I feel a lot better too.”

 With a boop to Phoenix’s nose Skylar cuddled closer,

  “I’m glad you do.. when you’re ready, we can go study ok?”

 Phoenix thought for a moment before saying,

  “I think I’m ready to start.”

 “Ok, let’s go then.”

 Phoenix should’ve caught on to how Skylar was eager to pull her into her office, but she soon found out why.

  Her desk was all cleaned up and organized perfectly, the books were in order and the sticky notes found a new home on a hanging board. Her scattered papers were sorted out in folders that had labels, her pencils, pens, and markers even had their own new place, inside cute little cups. She even had some little heart decorated stress balls. Phoenix awed as she hugged Skylar and thanked her,

  “You’re so amazing! This is so much better than I had it.”

  Laughing softly, Skylar then pointed out,

 “And if you look under your desk, you have a new little fridge there, that holds snacks and drinks. So you can have something to eat while you work when I’m not here.”

 And it was true, a little fridge was found in place under her desk, with Phoenix’s favorite snacks and drinks, only making her smile bigger.

  “Wow! I can’t thank you enough.”

 “Well you don’t have to, loving me and keeping me is your only payment to give.”

 Giving her a big kiss Phoenix promised,

  “I always will.”

 That whole next week Phoenix studied just as hard, but with new tactics and ways so she wouldn’t overwork and exhaust herself. Skylar was also there through all of it, helping her read everything more than once until she understood it, as well as having Phoenix recite rules and information by memory. And after every day, Skylar made sure Phoenix had eaten three meals along with snacks and hydrating drinks, as well as taking a refreshing bath or shower, either one she wanted. And Phoenix had felt more successful and productive than ever, she was still very nervous, but more calm and sure this time. 

 The day came for when Phoenix had to take the test, and had driven herself to work that day, because unfortunately Skylar had to work too. But Phoenix did her best to not nibble her fingers, or show any signs of fear, as she took her test diligently and efficiently. After taking it, Maverick told her that she’d get her results by the end of the day, she felt like a college student at the end of a semester, waiting on her professor to grade her most important test of her life. Phoenix wanted to go home for the afternoon and rest as she waited for Skylar to come home so they could go out and eat, but Jake had different plans for Phoenix when he called her. Phoenix picked up the phone as she answered while sounding like if she was talking to her most annoying brother,

  “What the hell do you want Bagman?”

 Jake’s laughter went through as he began,

  “Woah woah Phoenix, relax, I just want us to come over to Hard Deck and get some drinks. I’ll pay for you I promise, and if you bring your girl I’ll take care of her drinks too. Just come here and hang with us.”

 Looking at her watch that ticked ‘5:34’ Phoenix realized that Skylar would be home by ‘6:00’ so she decided that their date for the night would be fine at Hard Deck. What she was confused about though was why Hangman was being so nice and giving, he never really offered to pay for anyone, or anything as such, but once in a while when he actually did, it was good to see and be on that side of him, so she said yes,

  “Alright, sounds good, we’ll see you soon over there then. Thanks Hangman.”

 “Don’t mention it Phoenix, just get here safely and soon.”

 After hanging up Phoenix was quick to dial her girlfriend to tell her the plans, Skylar was quick to pick up and excite Phoenix when she came through,

  “Hi baby! What’s going on? How was your test?”

“Oh it was alright, Maverick hasn’t given me the results yet, so I’m just waiting on that. And uh, I have some plans for tonight, Jake I voted us to go to Hard Deck with everyone, he even offered to over us for the night. Do you think we can make it?”

 Skylar‘a sad sigh was then heard as she said,

  “Awe sweetie I really wanted to leave work early, but right before you called I was going to dial you and tell you that my boss let me know that I needed to cover someone’s shift tonight. I’m so sorry.”

  Phoenix pouted sadly as she was sorta crushed to not have her best friend and girlfriend there with her at Hard Deck, but she was comforted when Skylar said,

  “Don’t worry about me Nixy, you go have fun tonight, my credit card is on my nightstand. Get yourself a cute dress and go with your friends, you deserve it. I’ll be home by midnight for sure. Then tomorrow we can do something fun together. Ok?”

  Feeling confident enough to listen to Skylar’s option, Phoenix replied,

  “Ok, I’ll do that. Thanks baby, I’ll bring home some dinner for you. And I’ll show you my dress too.”

 “Oooo I get a free show and a meal.. it’s a deal, go on baby I need to go. I love you sweetheart.”

 “I love you more mamas, stay safe.”

 “I will.”

 After Phoenix hung up, she got dressed into Skylar’s work sweats and left the house to go buy herself a simple cute dress at the local lady’s store. Once she found the one she really liked and wanted, which was Skylar’s favorite shade of color of red, Phoenix slipped it on after doing her hair and makeup at a near by hair salon, and left for the Hard Deck feeling better about her self. When she arrived, she looked around and saw only Jake’s truck, and thought to herself,

  ‘I thought everyone else was going to be here? Hm, that’s ok... maybe I’ll see them next time.’

Stepping out of her red Jeep, Phoenix then walked up the steps and opened the door waiting to take in the usual soft sound of the music playing around, the echoed laughters that filled corners here and there, even the clinking of beer bottles and glasses, but instead, she walked into loud shouts of the words,

  “SURPRISE!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!”

 Phoenix let out a yelp as she jumped back in surprise, and watched everyone one she knew come into view, all her Navy buddies, Penny and Amelia, and her most favorite person, Skylar. Skylar was quick to take Phoenix into big hug with a kiss as she cheered,

  “I’m so proud of you baby!! You did it!!”

Phoenix pulled back as she scrunched her brows confused,

  “Wait what?”

Maverick then patted Phoenix’s shoulder lovingly as he said,

  “You passed with a perfect score Phoenix, you’re Lieutenant Commander now.”

 Gasping out loud Phoenix jumped happily,

  “Oh my God no way!!! Skylar we did it!!”

 Skylar was quick to correct,

  “No Nix, you did it. I love you baby and I’m so proud of you. All of this is because of you.”

  Phoenix sighed happily as she was pulled into the bar as they began to celebrate with drinks and Penny’s special baked goodies. They all had a good time, and as they enjoyed themselves, Phoenix never let go of Skylar’s hands, relishing in every kiss she was given along with the squeezes of the hand here and there.

 Later that evening, Jake then pulled Phoenix into a big side hug as he said,

  “Well looks like I now got to take someone on a promised short vacation for passing, along with your gorgeous girlfriend.”

 Phoenix saw how he sent Skylar a playfully wink but she immediately pinched his side as she warned him,

  “Back off Bagman, she’s my girl, right mamas?”

 Giving her a cheerful peck Skylar agreed, while looking at Hangman triumphantly afterwards,

  “You’re so right Nix. Now Bagman, where are you taking Lieutenant Commander Phoenix and I?”

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

A little clearer II

A/N: I had a request to turn this into a mini series so here is part 2! Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, drinking, drugs

6 months later

From that first night together, you were hooked. Colson and you became completely inseparable. Every moment of every day, you thought about him. You found every day tasks hard to focus on because all your mind wanted to do was think about him. Think about his piercing blue eyes, his full pink lips, his bright smile, the sound of his melodic laugh. Then your mind would wander to the feeling of him. The warmth of his body as you nestled against him. The way he always smelt of a mixture of cologne, mint and weed. The way his long arms wrap around your body and make you feel so safe. Listening to him talk about his interests, about his music, about Cassie. You could sit for hours and just listen to the sound of his deep voice, filling your ears.  

“Hello, earth to Y/N?” Sophie waves her hand in front of your eyes and you’re immediately snapped back to the world around you. You’re sitting in a cafe, listening to Sophie talk about a party she’s hosting.

“Sorry, I promise I was listening,” you blush and avoid her eyes. You’ve never been the best liar.

“Ok, repeat back everything I just said?” you sip on your coffee to avoid her question and she bursts out in fits of laughter. “I’m totally kidding but the look on your face was fucking hilarious! What I said was, I've told everyone to come around 9 but I know Kellz will be in the studio until at least 10 so if you want to come earlier and help me set up, that’s cool.”

You try to ignore the fact that you’re annoyed that she seems to know Kellz schedule better than you these days but it does prick up a red flag in the back of your mind. You spent all over yesterday with him and he didn’t once mention going to the studio today or that he was even working or anything new. You don’t want to become that girlfriend that feels the need to know where her boyfriend is every hour of every day but you feel like that should’ve been something he’d mention considering you live together and you’d assumed you were going to the party together. He was still in bed asleep this morning when you left for your girl’s day with Sophie, so it wasn’t like you’d expected him to be going anywhere.

“What’s to set up? You put a bong in one corner, alcohol in the other, play music through your sound system and make sure your bed has fresh sheets for the freaks?”

“Don’t even joke about that! My bed is my sanctuary and my party is a cocktail party so there will definitely be no bong corner, especially after what happened last time.”

***********

After a quick phone call with Colson, where he confirms that he will be in the studio all day, you decide to take Sophie up on her offer and head over to her place around 4pm. At the cafe, she talked you into letting her do your hair, makeup and pick your outfit from something in her closet because according to her, flannel shirts are ‘not proper cocktail attire!’ You shrugged it off because you knew she was only trying to help but it wasn’t like you were looking to impress anyone. You had already found someone that you would happily spend the rest of your life with so why bother putting in so much effort for a bunch of strangers?

Ashleigh showed up no long after you and between the two of them, your head was spinning. It may have also been from the excessive use of hairspray, setting sprays and perfume but the constant yanking from one to the other was full on. Sophie wanted to start your hair first, Ashleigh wanted to start your makeup, Sophie wanted you to pick an outfit, Ashleigh didn’t like any of the outfits picked out. By the third outfit change, you were overheated, dehydrated and completely done.

“Ok, seriously you two, cut it out! I’m done. I want to pick my own clothes, I want to do my makeup my own way and my hair is fucking fine in a ponytail!”

“Sorry honey, we just got a little carried away playing dress ups we kind of forgot you’re an actual human being,” Ashleigh apologises, handing you a cold bottle of water. You gulp down half of it in one go and the room finally stops spinning.

“What do you want to wear?” Sophie asks, holding up a couple of dresses you hadn’t noticed before.

They’re all vastly different styles but somehow all similar in their classiness. The first one that catches your eye is a red, spaghetti strap, silk maxi dress, that’s tight in the bodice and then flares out as it trails down. You actually think you might love it until you notice the slit on the left side. You don’t really like the idea of a slit that leads halfway up your thigh so you shake your head. Sophie tosses it aside and holds up a black sparkly dress. This one is short but has long sleeves. It’s tight fitted without trying too hard but you’re slightly put off by the deep V of the neckline. You look down at your chest and realise you’d probably have to go braless, which would be fine until you had a couple of drinks and were less self-conscious of your boobs falling out. Sophie can immediately tell by your face that the answer would be no and she tosses the dress. She’s left holding the last dress and you fall in love instantly. The dress is a white lace, off the shoulders with a love heart neckline and would sit just above your knees. Pattern of the lace is like tiny roses and you melt at the delicacy of the dress.

“That one,” you utter, your face instantly lighting up.

Within seconds you’re pulling the dress on while Ashleigh grabs the perfect pair of nude heels to go with the dress. Sophie fixes your makeup and gives you a pink nude lipstick to apply to your lips, to match your shoes. You check yourself in the mirror while Sophie and Ashleigh wolf whistle behind you. You blush and shrug them off as you sit on the bed and watch them finish getting themselves ready. You pour yourself a glass of champagne from the bottle that Sophie bought up and sip it while Ashleigh and Sophie fight over the hair straightener. After what feels like forever, they’re finally both ready. For some weird reason, they insist that you walk ahead of them, even though it’s Sophie’s party. 

As you walk down the hallway towards the stairs, the sound of hushed voices can be heard and you find it weird that there’s only soft classical music playing in the background. As you reach the balcony of the stairs you stop dead in your tracks. Standing there, surrounded by vase after vase of pink roses and candles, is Colson in a crisp black tux, a huge grin plastered on his face. His usual mess of hair is slicked back and styled away from his face, a single strand falling back over his forehead. As you get closer to him, you look over the landing and realise there’s a large crowd gathered below. A mixture of your friends and family, even your mum and dad, are staring up with matching smiles. You look at your mum and notice the few pin pricks of tears in her eyes and your stomach immediately drops. Colson reaches his hand for you and you take it. He draws you closer so his lips can reach your ear.

“I knew you’d pick the white dress,” he whispers in your ear and a chill runs down your spine. 

Before you realise what he’s doing, he’s down on his knee in front of you, your left hand wrapped in his, as he looks up at you. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box and flicks it open with his long, slender fingers.

“Baby, I have loved you from the time I met you and I know we’ve only been together for a little while, I know that I will never love anyone the way I love you. So, Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming mine forever?”

Every word in the English language has completely escaped you in this moment. You stare between him, the massive diamond ring and the crowd of people below and all you can muster in this moment, is a stunned nod of your head. Everyone below erupts into cheers and applause and Colson stands to kiss you, placing the ring on your finger. The feel of his lips on yours wakes you from your confused fog and it suddenly hits you like a train. You just got engaged. You kiss Colson as intensely as you can, knowing that you’re in full view of your parents, and when you pull away a huge grin spreads across your face.

“So, at the studio all day huh?” you smile knowingly at him. He chuckles and pulls you against him, kissing your hair.

“I had to beg Soph to take you out because I knew if I spent longer than 10 minutes with you, I’d give something away,” he explains as he leads you down the stairs to your family.

***********

You feel like you’ve hugged 1000 people tonight as you collapse onto the couch beside Rook. You feel exhausted yet giddy at the same time and you can’t keep up with your own emotions. Your phone vibrates in your hand again and you wince at the idea of looking at your social media again. You already know that multiple guests and Sophie posted that you and Colson were engaged and your phone hasn’t stopped since. You kick your heels off and rest your feet on the coffee table. You don’t think your feet have ever ached this much. A few more guests drunkenly stumble past, the last of the crowd to leave, heading for the door with a wave and you let out a sigh. 

After your mum and dad hugged you and cried for what felt like an hour, you were essentially passed around the room like a bag of chips. Each person wishing you well and gushing over Colson’s romantic surprise. A few even joked that maybe he should plan the wedding considering how well he planned the evening. You laughed along with them even in your mind you were thinking over my dead body. 

“Long night kid?” Rook mumbles beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

“You could say it’s been the most amazing and overwhelming night of my life,” you chuckle as you lean into him.

You know he’s been planning this since the week after you two go together,” Rook confesses and offers you a sip of his whiskey. You take it, the familiar burn hitting the back of your throat.

“I highly doubt that Rookie,” you laugh him off but the look of seriousness on his face shuts you up fairly quickly.

“I’m being serious. You called me and demanded I come over urgently and when I got there he had brochures full of diamond rings and he looked me dead in the eye and said ‘I’m gonna marry that woman’. He organised Sophie to take you out to get your nails done and a facial. I suggested a different type of facial and got my ass handed to me,” you snort and Rook grins at you before continuing. “He begged Ashleigh and Sophie to keep you occupied while he got everything set up, which they didn’t want to do because they knew what a pain in the ass you’d be about getting dressed up.” you punch him in the stomach and he laughs. “Seriously though, he wanted the whole thing to be perfect because he wanted you to know just how much he loves you.”

You contemplate all this information as you think about how much more you’ve fallen in love with Colson. You always thought he was the impulsive type. The kind of guy to never really think things all the way through. His spontaneity is one of the many reasons you fell for him. You could go to his house and walk in to find many different scenarios. A full house water balloon fight, staircase tobogganing, strip pool or, your personal favourite, blind-folded chasey. The thought of Colson sitting down and planning every little aspect of his proposal makes your heart swell and you have the sudden urge to be with him.

You stand up from the couch, the dull ache in your feet causing you to wince slightly, and you pad around the house in search of your prince charming. You walk around the entire area of the ground floor of the house, even poking your head into the powder room, but Colson is nowhere to be found. You slip out into the backyard and hear the familiar sound of his voice in the darkness. As you’re about to call out to him, you catch the end of his sentence.

“Honey, I know you still love me but I’ve moved on,” he whispers and you realise he’s talking on the phone. “Yes, I think about you from time to time but it will never be the same as it was before. I have to move on and try to be happy. No, don’t cry baby.”

Your heart drops and your blood runs cold as you realise he’s talking to his ex. You feel your surroundings begin to spin and like your chest may cave in. You slink back into the house as you try to catch your breath but you just can’t seem to get any air in. You stumble through the kitchen but you don’t make it past the island bench before you sink to the floor. Your eyes are blurred from your tears but you can feel the hands of people reaching out to you. You hear the overlapping of concerned voices as your friends try and work out what’s wrong. You can’t form a sentence as you still struggle to take in a deep enough breath.

“What the fuck are you all doing huddled on the floor?” you hear Colson’s voice break through the fog and suddenly you're filled with white, hot anger.

“You mother fucking asshole!” you roar, jumping to your feet so you can be in his face. Well, as much in his face as you can be given that he’s a good head taller than you. “How could you?”

“Baby, what’s wrong, why are you crying?” Colson’s voice is full of concern as he takes in your distraught features and hostile tone.

“Don’t you dare call me the same name you call her!” realisation dawns on Colson’s face and he immediately backs away from you, shaking his head. “What, you call us both that so you don’t accidentally call us by the wrong name?” he doesn’t say anything, he just continues to shake his head. “Fucking cat go your tongue Baker?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

“No fucking shit I wasn’t meant to hear. How long have you been seeing her huh? Sneaking around with her behind my back while I fell in love with you!? What were your words ‘I think about you from time to time but I have to move on and try to be happy’. So clearly I was delusional when I thought the last 6 months were the happiest of both of our lives!” you turn to walk away from him, sick to your stomach at the sight of his face but he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Wait, let me explain! I just tell her that shit to make her feel better. I don’t mean any of it. She’s only ever called me twice the whole time we’ve been together and I just tell her what she wants to hear so she’ll leave me the fuck alone. The last time I told her I was happy, she called me relentlessly for months until I told her what she wanted to hear. Tell her please Rook.” Colson turns to Rook with begging eyes and Rook nods his head.

“She hates the idea that he can be without her so she hounds him but he’s only spoken to her one other time and that was when you two went public. As soon as Kellz says ‘I’ll try to be happy’ she backs off and leaves him alone,” Rook explains with such a deep honesty in his eyes that you feel your anger dissipating. “Honestly, the woman needs some serious fucking help.” everyone else nods their head in agreement and you realise that you really can’t imagine Colson wanting to go back to her or having a secret relationship behind your back.

“I want you to call her right now and tell her the truth,” you look back at Colson and he pulls away from you. “No more lying to her, no more making her think that you’re not in love and that you’re not happy. Tell her the truth and tell her to fuck off or I’m done.”

Colson immediately pulls his phone out and dials her number. He tells her everything. That he’s been lying to her, that he’s in love with you and has been since the moment he met you, that he’s marrying you because he can’t imagine his life with anyone else and that he wants absolutely nothing to do with her. You hear screaming and crying on the other end of the line  and a few ‘bitch’ which you assume is directed towards you but Colson’s resolve doesn’t waver once. He tells her he wishes her a good life and hangs up the phone before she can say another word. Everyone kind of stares at you, waiting for you to do something before anyone else speaks. 

You think for a few seconds before turning and heading towards the front door. Everyone parts like the red sea to let you pass and you grab your original shoes from the front door before heading out into the warm night. You can hear Colson calling your name but you don’t stop walking to your car. Eventually his long strides overpower your own and he’s in front of you, blocking your path.

“Will you just stop for a second and talk to me goddammit!” he screams in your face and you step away from him. He reeks of alcohol and weed.

“I don’t have anything else to say to you,” you tell him calmly and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Please baby, you know I prefer yelling to the silent treatment. The silent treatment drives me insane and you know it,” he begs and your anger begins to rise again but you take a deep breath to push it back down.

“Do you know what I prefer baby,” you spit at him and he flinches away from you. “I prefer when my boyfriend is honest with me. I prefer when he acts like a fucking adult and has a rational conversation with me about his ex. You know what drives me insane? Lies! Feeling like everyone is in on something that I’m completely oblivious about. The fact that Rook knew about your little phone conversations drives me so fucking insane I may actually have a full on meltdown. So please, don’t try and get sympathy from me right now about your needs and wants because frankly my dear, I couldn’t give a rat’s furry ass.” and with that, you push past him and climb into your car, driving away into the night.

[deepsoulzinefreak]

Here’s a kobylu thing because I’m bored and need so kind of dopamine rush

Cobylu Au: Monkey D. Ace

A child’s fate hang in times hand

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!”

It was a warm spring midday, when a loud crash was here on the deck, smoke covered whatever it was. Some of the crew prepared for battle, as coughing could be heard. The smoke clearing around the ‘thing’ the crew were about to jump into action, there stood a kid?

“Okay…what the hell?” Nami said putting away her staff and walking up to the kid, but suddenly the kid threw a right hook, which she narrowly dodged, the force of which felt like the air itself was trying to knock her out, it’s fast yet familiar…? “Stay away!! you-you jerk!” The kid said with a look of panic in their eyes.

“…”

Seconds felt like hours as the kid realized who they had almost hit. “Auntie Nami???!????” The kid screamed, falling to the floor and scooting away from her. “I’m so so so so sorry!!” The kid starting to tear up, bowing down as soon as possible. A loud crash is heard as the force of the bow made their head accidentally make a small hole on the deck. “Oops…?” The kid said scooting back a little further.

Their notable pink hair striking against the white shirt and blue shorts they were wearing. “I didn’t know how far I skipped back or forward!” The kid lifting up their head revealing big hazel-brownish eyes and teal ascot around his neck. The kid had major baby face so it was kinda hard to pin point their age. ‘Pink hair…?’ Luffy thought. “Wait…Auntie?!” Nami said in a slightly shrill voice.

Another look of realization hits their face as they stand back up. Looking puzzled, they started to circle Luffy. It took a few moments before the kid piped up again. “Wait…what do you think about papa?” The kid asks with suspicion in their eye. The hell do they mean ‘papa’ Nami thought. Robin looking on with amusement clear as day on her face. “…How should I know???” Nami yelled, confused at the kid’s words. she doesn’t even know the kid, why would she know or care? With a smirk the kid flipped into the air, landing on a standing barrel. Stumbling slightly before gain back their balance.

“I am Monkey D. Ace and I’m gonna be the best marine in the whole world!!!” The kid screamed at the top of their lungs. “And one day I’m gonna surpass my dad, the king of the pirates, Monkey D. Luffy!!” The kid then jumped down and sniffs the air. getting a look only one family is known for. ‘Oh my it really is Luffy’s’ Robin thought, containing a giggle that was surfacing.

“…”

The crew just staring at them. ‘There’s no way in hell that Luffy know how to even make a kid’ most of the crew thought. “…So…y’got any grub? I’m hungry as heck!” Ace said with a smile wider than a bus. ’Oh my god that’s definitely Luffy’s’ Franky thought. He was about to ask a question to the kid but-

“Huhhhhhh?????????” Luffy said with a shout, whipping right by the kid. “I’m your WHAT?????” The kid shuffling back a few steps. He opens with a sigh.

“Wow, I knew you were dumb back then but I didn’t know you were this dumb”

“That doesn’t answer my question kid?!”

“You’re my dad…does that answer it?”

“Ummmm, but I don’t have a kid???”

“You do in the future”

“Oh…ok then”

Huhhhhhh??????

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OK THEN’ YOU ROCKS FOR BRAIN???!!!??” Nami said with anger in her eyes, hitting Luffy over the head. The ki-no Ace hit the deck and sought cover from Nami’s fury. Trying to sneak away Ace crawls right into Zoro’s shoes, finding a sword in their face. Ace pinching their nose ‘Oh right I forgot that uncle really didn’t like taking baths back in the day’

“Woah there uncle Zoro, you need to chill” Ace said nervously. “Uncle? Kid I don’t even know who you are” Zoro said an unreadable look in his eyes. “Wow…ok then…your not gonna be my favorite uncle anymore! How’s that!”

Ace standing up through not even coming up to zoro’s waist they sucker punching him where the sun don’t shine. Zoro falling over, Ace making a run for the kitchen. “Chi chi chi chi~ that what you get for underestimating me!” They said sticking their tongue out.

“That littl-“ just then sanji kicked the kitchen door open “Nami-swan~, Robin-chan~ I have new drinks I’d love for you to try~!!” He said in a loverboy daze. “Too slow auntie sanji!!” Ace dart straight for the fridge, opening heaven itself, but before they could start raiding the fridge—

BONK!!

“Ace…since you have these new powers we should really need some kind of code so you know when you are..”

“Don’t worry about it papa! I’m tough and smart enough to know what to do!”

“I know sweetheart but I feel better just in case, please for me?”

“Hmmmm…fine…”

The pink hair man whisper as Ace laugh. His smile is making the kid think that putting up with his paranoia worth it. A door slams as the dark haired man comes in with a few desserts already half-eaten. Ace would kill to have this last forever.

Coming back to their senses, Ace strains against the rope the were now tie up with. “So the little shits awake” said the voice who they recognized as zoro’s voice. They slowly opened their eyes seeing all of the strawhats looking down on them. A tear slips by without his consent. ‘Man I missed them already…it hasn’t even been that long’ Ace thinks then chastising themself for it. ‘How can I get out of this mess…’

‘Well shit…I guess I have to use plan 5d’ Ace thought, biting their lips, they sniffle “WAAAHHHHHHH!!! I WANT MY DADDY!!!” The (totally) fake tears falling down their face. “I DON’T KNOW YOU PEOPLE!!!!!! WAHHH!!!! HELP ME ANYONE!!!!!!” Usopp just tsked. He facepalms and gets on the kid’s level. His stare is stern yet kind, it reminds Ace of their papa.

“Give it up kid, that won’t work on us, so might as well give up” and not second later Ace stoped crying and just stared at Usopp. “You were always too good at seeing through my fake crying uncle Usopp” Ace said pouting. ‘And definitely only that and not the fact that uncle was always super kind and awesome’ Ace thinks to themself.

“Ok Usopp do your liar magic” Nami said with a sigh. She already too tired for this, one day where everything was gonna to be peaceful and pleasant. She even got Luffy to calm down for the day with meat, begging, and promises that she wasn’t planning on keeping. Usopp cleared his throat.

“Ok kid tell us your name”

“Ugh! You guys really don’t listen, huh??!! My names Monkey D. Ace! The future best marine in the world!!”

“Hmm, Ok how old are you Ace?”

“I’m seven but don’t underestimate me or else!!”

“…Who is your dad Ace?”

“Ughhhhhhh, I told you guys! It’s Luffy”

“Ok, last question…how are you here?”

“I ate the time time fruit and accidentally shot too far in the past…I just wanted to eat breakfast again”

“Okay…well if you need me I’ll be laying down” Usopp said in a weird daze trying to get to the barracks. ”Oh no you don’t! Where do you think your going?” Sanji said.

“Tell the kid to stop lying!!” He was clearly annoyed. “I can’t cause they aren’t lying” Usopp stated, looking in the middle of a internal conflict. “You guys think I would lie about this!?” There’s no way in hell!!” Ace was offended by the statement.

“Well…I knew that uncle Usopp was the smartest out of all of you but still…” Ace said even more annoyed than sanji. Robin giggled at the statement. “Oh are we now? Please enlighten us on what we don’t know little one”

They smiled wide with a hardy laugh to follow “Wow dad was right about you uncle robin…you’re so strange!” Ace smiles wider as the crew heard a snap of the rope.

“This is why papa says that all of the strawhats were weird! Chi chi chi chi~” the kid still sitting down on the floor. “You guys tied up a random kid because they were ‘suspicious’” Ace barley keeping their laughter under raps.

“Oi! How dare you call this beautiful lady weird! I punt you space you little devil!!” Sanji said his annoyance turning to anger. “Calm down auntie Sanji don’t worry about them…honestly I thought you’d be more insulted that I called uncle zoro over weird~” Ace trying to see how much they could push.

“…Why would care?????” Sanji questioned. “Cuz auntie you and him are marrie-oh shoot I shouldn’t have said that…forget about all of that will you?” Ace internally facepalming themselves. “Oh that’s Luffy’s alright..” Nami finally saying with a sigh.

Meanwhile, both Sanji and Zoro are in shock as still as a stone. Ace stands up and walks over to Nami. “Auntie Nami can I please have some food? I’m so so super hungry!!” And Just like that, a sleeping Luffy has awaken from his little nap.

“Food?! I’m super hungry!!”

“You and me both dad!”

“Sanji!! Cook us something quick!!”

“Ya auntie!!”

“…”

“…fine”

Sanji just sighed getting up and heading to the kitchen but stopping and turned with a serious look on his face starring in to Ace’s eyes. “If you really are from the future, tell me this and tell it loud…” he pauses to take a drag from his cigarette. “So….who is it?” Ace stares blankly.

“Who is what?” Taking another drag he yells. “WHO IS THE LOVELY LADY THAT THIS LUCKY BASTARD GETS WITH!!” Pointing to Luffy how was currently trying to drag Sanji in to the kitchen so he could start cooking.

“I d-don’t know…?” Ace said looking away and puffing out their cheeks. ‘Oh my god it really is Luffy’s kid…’ Everyone internally facepalming as the thought enters their minds like a car crashing into a signpost. “Ugh ‘I don’t know’ my ass kid!!” Sanji firm in place, looking like he was about to explode.

“I can’t tell or it might hurt the future!!!” Ace said smiling, looking on the verge of laughter. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HURT THE FUTURE YOU LITTLE SHIT?!” Sanji’s eyes flamed with rage.

[mirclealignr]

rainy summers | c.d

cedric diggory x reader

requested by anonymous, for mystery drabble event with the prompt ‘where’s my goodnight kiss?’ -> i hope you enjoy this :D

warnings; hair that’s long enough to get in your face, fluff!

word count; 900+

a/n; i’m back bitches and in my gif era for fics again D:

soaked to the bone, you and cedric ran with your hands clasped together towards the castle, summer rain pouring from the heavens above. it had been an unusually warm august, and cedric had planned a small date for the two of you down by the lake; he filled a basket with luscious fruits, treats and pink lemonade before asking if you fancied going for a swim.

neither of you had planned to stay out until the late evening, watching the light bleed into the night sky as the sun set, but you felt so at home spending the day doing nothing but being with cedric. it was only when you noticed dark, brooding clouds in the distance, sure they were to travel close by and release their heavy burden, that you began to think of returning.

now sprinting up to the wooden bridge, which offered you shelter, cedric laughed as he slipped on the drenched grass, his hand gripping yours tighter as he fought for balance.

“hey! don’t take me down with you,” you giggled, stepping into the stone entrance where you could catch your breath.

“like you wouldn’t do the same,” he sniggered, ruffling his hair and shaking his head like a dog.

“Oi!” you laughed, recoiling slightly as the water sprayed from his hair, “watch it.”

“sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, stepping closer to you to cup your face in his hands.

“ugh, move!” some snarky slytherin groaned, who you hadn’t noticed, pushing you out of the way as they led the rest of the quidditch team through.

“wow, they’re pretty dedicated to practice in this weather,” you cocked an eyebrow, pulling cedric back to you by his shirt.

your neck was turned as you watched the line of slytherins trudge down to the quidditch pitch, looking rather glum, and cedric took advantage of the opportunity to kiss your damp neck. his mouth was warm and soft, his breath heating your cool skin as he whispered against it.

“come on,” he said lowly, rising up to your cheek, “i’m getting cold.”

following him along the old bridge and jogging through the small courtyard, the warmth of the castle greeted you like an old friend, caressing you gently from the storm brewing outside.

“do you think it will thunder?” you asked cedric as you descended the stairs, rubbing your damp sleeves over your face.

“dunno,” he shrugged, “maybe.”

he spoke the password to the common room and led you to his dorm, a route you now had memorised like the back of your hand. if he had asked you to lead him blind back to his room from any point in the castle, you could do it—it was all mapped out in your head.

“here,” cedric threw you a hoodie and some old joggers he never wore anymore, mostly because you always wore them so now they felt like yours.

he removed his shirt and grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, drying his hair, face and torso as best he could. as you peeled your wet clothes from your body, your eyes remained fixed to the person in front of you, his subtly defined abs and muscles and the way they stretched as he pulled a new, clean shirt over his head.

“cheeky,” he laughed breathily, catching your lingering stare.

heat rose to your cheeks and you turned away sheepishly, fiddling with your clothes to get undressed and slip into some more comfortable ones, his warm and dry clothes over your body. you felt cedric come up behind you after a moment, resting his head on your shoulder and twisting you from left to right in a rocking motion.

“i don’t mind if you look,” he muttered in your ear, kissing your head.

even though he was yours, sometimes you forgot to remember. sometimes you saw him across the room, laughing with his friends and then catching your eye, and you still turned away from him like you shouldn’t have been looking. cedric would ask sometimes why you would turn away without so much as a smile, as the strange guilt crept up your neck as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t tell him the truth, though you knew he wouldn’t laugh. but he wouldn’t understand.

it didn’t matter though, not really.

“you have to be up early tomorrow,” you reminded him, turning around to press your ear against his chest, “we should go to bed,” his heart thumped.

“i know,” he mumbled in response, letting go of you to walk over to the bed and get comfortable beneath the sheets.

you sighed contently, smiling at the open window cedric hadn’t closed because he knew you liked listening to the rain. climbing into his bed beside him, you snuggled up close and rested your head on his chest where his heart continued to thump, soothing you as it always had done.

“where’s my goodnight kiss?” he asked quietly, stroking your hair, pulling it away from your face.

you giggled, looking up to him—the hand that wasn’t planted in your hair was behind his head, his left elbow pointed to the side. a delicate smile rested upon his lips, waiting patiently to feel yours against his. straining to push yourself up to his face, you gave him a sweet kiss, long enough to leave him satisfied and returned to your comfortable spot on his chest.

“love you,” he said, twirling your hair.

“love you too,” you hugged him tighter.

- - -

library account; @mirclesjournal

[wooahaes]

pink lilies

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

prompt: ... your housemate from here

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: written + scheduled during bday shenanigans.

Mingyu... never meant to fall for you.

The story was simple: you’d been looking for a roommate after your old one moved out, he desperately needed a place that was closer to work, the two of you made things work. There were a few basic rules in place to make things easier (warn before letting anyone come/stay over (you offhandedly mentioned your former roommate was awful about that), keep the common area clean), but you realized after a while that you had nothing to worry about with Mingyu. There were plenty of occasions when things had started building up in your room and you’d get a quick text asking if it was fine for him to tidy up since you were busy and you deserved a clean living space. You always said yes after thinking for just a second: you’d make it up to him by doing the dishes and insisting on doing it with no room for argument. The two of you worked things out, although half the time you swore he liked taking care of you (and his friends: the tall, quiet guy--Wonwoo--had come around plenty of times and you’d notice the way Mingyu would dote on him). Despite your initial impression of him being this cool, tall, handsome guy who you nearly declined, Mingyu was sweet. He made time for eating dinner with you at least once or twice a week, initially as a way of getting to know you better and later as a way of touching base with you and your life.

It wasn’t like he was looking for a partner in you: he wasn’t. He’d gone on a few blind dates over the past year, usually coming back with nothing but positive things to say. You’d always ask about the next time he was going out, only to be met with a “Hm?” and some reason as to why he wasn’t--busy schedules, different lives, the person not being someone he thought fit with him. You had asked after the fifth or sixth time he went out what he was looking for in a person.

“Someone kind,” he had said. “I think I’d like someone who I could get along with well.”

You had joked that he already met Wonwoo, and he had laughed. Looking back on that, he realized how many times he had thought of you as someone like that.

Mingyu never meant to fall for you in any way, and yet he stood in front of your bedroom door with a small bouquet of pink lilies in his hands. He’d stopped into the bookstore Wonwoo worked, asked for a book on flowers, and had sat with him at the counter looking for something that he thought you might like. Roses were far too bold of a declaration, in his opinion. The bonus add-on of them meaning love was something he prayed you didn’t know: if you reacted negatively, he could pass it off as noticing your room needed something to brighten it up. Despite his confidence, he felt tongue-tied as he waited for you to open the door. Maybe you weren’t home? He thought he saw your slippers missing, and that he had heard you shut your door earlier, but maybe you forgot something.

When you opened the door, you looked half-asleep. The room was dark, and immediately he kicked himself for not considering that it was late and this could have waited until tomorrow morning. “Gyu?” You mumbled, reaching up to rub at your eyes, seemingly not noticing the flowers in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

His gaze flickered down to the bouquet in his hands. “I bought you these.”

He watched the way you followed his gaze, gasping. “Oh. Sorry, hold on,” you looked away, straightening yourself up as best as you could. “Shit, Mingyu, you woke me up and now I’m just--” He watched you dust off your shirt, “--a really big mess, sorry--”

“I woke you up,” he said. “It’s my fault--”

You quickly spoke up over him before he could actually apologize, “You didn’t know--”

The two of you stood there in a moment’s pause, neither speaking or moving, just waiting for the other to continue. Mingyu took a deep breath, taking initiative.

“I think I love you.”

You said nothing at first, just standing there, staring at him. “What?”

“I think,” he repeated, slower this time, “I’m in love with you. If you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay--”

Maybe it was the way you’d been staring at him--or, really at his lips--or maybe it was because he had woken you up. But you stepped closer to him, already leaning in to kiss him. He closed the distance, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you. It was clumsy, and his nose bumped against yours, but something felt right kissing you. The bouquet of flowers fell from his grasp as he went to support you, hands resting at your waist to keep you steady. His fingers grazed your warm skin, fabric folding over his fingers as the two of you were lost in this moment.

Was it wrong that he already missed your lips when you pulled away? So soon? Mingyu wasn’t sure, but he liked that bashful look on your face as you grew flustered in your own actions. You started to apologize, to make an excuse that you were tired and weren’t thinking and just wanted to kiss him.

“It’s okay,” he said, still holding you close. “I’ll take you out to make up for it.”

With a giggle, you reached up and brushed his hair back from his eyes. “I think I’d like that.”

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

-

it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[comfortbucky]

hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[reidslovely]

First of all congratulations on the 69 followers.

I would like to request a “you secretly like each other but act you hate each other” with Spence.

Maybe have dom!Spencer? Idk I’ll leave everything else up to you. I really like the idea of having Spence just snap and be all “oh fuck it” or something.

ps: I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense or it sounds lame I just don’t know how to put it.

A/N: Ahh okay this was so fun to write and I hope it lives up to your expectation! I tried my hardest. I haven't written smut in sooo long.

SMUT 18+ ONLY.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Content warnings: Pure filth, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degradation (whore), use of pet names (little one, bambi, theres another i can't think of.), restriction play, slapping., the lightest of light breeding kink.That's all I can think of let me know if I missed any.

______________________________

Spencer Reid was insufferable, he knew he was insufferable! (Y/N) had never been more embarrassed than she was in that very moment; her anger washed over her in waves. Her cheeks reddening as the seconds passed by, Spencer stood beside her pretending he didn't just embarrass her in front of the whole precinct. Emily quickly closed out their profile, and (Y/N) was the first to rush from the group; searching for a bathroom to hide in. Closing the door, locking it behind her she pressed her back against the door, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“(Y/N), hey are you okay in there?” Tara’s voice rang through the big wooden door, clearing her throat and wiping her eyes (Y/N) stood straight. Upon opening the door she shifted on her feet, laughing the situation off. “Oh my god, yeah. Sorry.”

A crease formed in between Tara’s eyebrows, she didn’t believe her one bit, the embarrassment was all over (Y/N)’s face. Tara stepped into the bathroom with (Y/N), leaning against the sink. “Spencer had no business doing what you did to you out there.” Tara’s words came out soft and comforting as always. (Y/N)’s eyes looked everywhere else except at her friend.

“He’s been like this since I joined the team. I don’t see why he’s so intimidated by me! I pose no threat to him.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t see it like th-”

The conversation is interrupted by a patterned knock on the door, (Y/N) sighs and turns back to Tara giving a quick thank you before the two filed out of the tiny bathroom. Walking back into the small office where the team gathered, however, the others have already left for the hotel. Spencer stood beside the whiteboard, his arms crossed over his chest and the sleeves of his light pink shirt rolled up to his elbows. Dr. Reid was a very handsome man, (Y/N) would be lying to herself if she denied that. Infact, it was one out of two things that first drew her attention to him when she joined the team. For a moment she forgot why she hated him. She’d been staring too long, because suddenly Spencer and her were holding eye contact. Spencer was first to break his gaze, pulling his bag out of the chair, gathering his stuff to leave.

“I’m not apologizing. You could have thrown our whole profile off by your smallest mistake! You need to learn to think before you speak.”

There it was; there was the reason. (Y/N) let an angry huff out of her nose, rolling her eyes after Tara had also left close behind the others. “I need to learn to think before I speak? You just embarrassed me in front of not only our whole team but this entire precinct!” (Y/N) raised her voice a bit, she’d had enough of his attitude and the way he had been treating her for months on end. Spencer scoffed, throwing his messenger bag over his shoulder heading for the door. “Oh no, no you don’t.” (Y/N) stepped between him and the door; her chest pressing against his just a bit. Her hand found the lock on the doorknob, quickly turning it.

“I’m tired of you treating me like this! I am an essential part of this team, Dr. Reid and you should start treating me like it. So, we are gonna stay in here till we work this out.”

It was her only demand, it was all she wanted. (Y/N) looked up at him, becoming aware of how close they were. Her heart thrumming against her ribs, she swallowed hard looking up at him. “Pretty please.” The voice that came out of her was one she almost didn’t recognize; it was barely a whisper but it carried a sweet tone with it she didn’t realize it was happening till it was already out there. Spencer’s pupils dilated a bit, his hand reaching out; grabbing onto her waist. (Y/N)’s breath hitched in her throat, closing her eyes and entering her own little world. Only to be rudely pulled out by being gently moved away from the door. A soft laugh filled the room, Spencer’s hand on her doorknob he looked over at her.

“I’ll tell you what.” His voice carried a calmness to it, he turned towards her. “You..use that beautiful brain of yours to profile why I act this way towards you and maybe..you’ll gain a little bit of my respect.” With that he was gone.

It’d been almost an hour since the interaction between Spencer and (Y/N); and here she was pacing back and forth in her hotel room. Knowing Spencer is one room over, a smug smile on his face watching his new little experiment fall into place, ate her alive. She’d figured it out, she finally had an idea as to why he treated her like he does, but it was the working up the nerve to confront it that took the longest. Out of nowhere the courage built, and she didn’t waste a minute acting on it. Moving as fast as she could to his room only one room over, she knocked on his door stepping back and waiting. Her hands rubbed against her the fabric of her work skirt while she waited. It felt like she’d stood outside the room forever before the door opened, there Spencer stood: clad in a Caltech sweatshirt and plaid bottoms.

“I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to catch on.”

There was nothing special about the way he said it, it was his typical speech pattern, but something about it only grew the feeling inside her more. (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, being interrupted by Spencer motioning her inside. What happened next she would have never expected from the Doctor.

“Don’t waste your breath, bambi.”

The pet name sent shock waves through her, her stomach tightening, and the dampness in her underwear growing.

“We both know what you’re here for. I think it’s best if we skip the small talk.” His hand cradled her face, quite gently actually. The coolness of his hand helped soothe the heat in her cheek. “First you’re going to undress, and get on your knees. Next, you’ll tell me the conclusion you’ve come to.” (Y/N) stared into his eyes, she knew it didn’t look like she was listening. Spencer’s thumb brushed against her cheek bone, his eyes softening a bit as they peered into hers.

“I want you to know you can always say no, do you understand? Use your words.”

(Y/N) nodded, rubbing her cheek against his hand. “Yes, I understand.” Spencer smiled, giving a light pat to her cheek before squeezing roughly. “Good girl, you listen very well.” He hums, bringing her in for a kiss. (Y/N) felt her brain malfunction, as their lips pushed together, Spencer’s asserting dominance over her. She thought she could stay like this forever, her hands holding onto his hips as they kissed a bit longer. A soft whine left her lips as Spencer pulled away, but it was nowhere compared to the one that left her mouth as his hand slapped across her cheek. Shyly, a smile spread across her face as she rubbed the spot.

“Do as I said, stop showing off.”

Embarrassment flooded through her body as she realized Spencer would be watching her undress, he sat himself snugly in the armchair in the corner of the room. To help ease her into it Spencer removed his own sweatshirt, slowly, (Y/N) untucked her shirt from the high waisted skirt. A dark red flush covered her shoulders and the tops of her breast, as she piled the shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. Spencer hummed a soft smile on his face, watching her in fascination.

“You’re devine..my imagination could never live up to this.”

(Y/N)’s breath escaped her, he thought of her like this, vulnerable and exposed. There was the feeling again; the tightness in her stomach as she pulled her skirt down. She swallowed harshly as she kicked it to the side, nervously reaching behind her to unhook her bra. The straps slipped down her arms, and she tossed it to the side with the rest. A sweet giggle escaped her lips as Spencer drew in a deep breath, her cheeks flushing even darker. “C’mere.” He motioned her closer, holding his hand out for her to take. (Y/N) slipped her hand into his large one, walking closer stopping right in front of him. Goosebumps formed on her skin, as he took his hands and dragged them up her body. They dragged over her collarbones and down to her tits massaging them; he couldn’t help himself. His hands kneaded them roughly, squeezing her nipples before moving on. She was being spoiled with his touch, which was about to make the next few minutes hard for her. Spencer stopping at the waist line of her underwear pulled a small complaint from (Y/N), as she shifted impatiently on her feet.

“Color?” He asked, his breath fanning against her stomach.

“Green.”

Her confirmation was all he needed, pulling her underwear down her legs he let out a content hum. (Y/N) blushed, pulling her lip between her teeth as she stepped out of them. Spencer brought the black fabric up to his nose sniffing them, laughing at the wet spot in them. “Is this what was happening in the hour you wasted, bambi?”

“N-no not really, Sir.” She fell into her role as naturally as Spencer had, he sat back with the panties now laying on the arm of the chair. “Don’t make me repeat myself, you know what to do next.” (Y/N) took a step back, sinking down onto her knees in front of Spencer looking up at him awaiting further instruction. Her hands rested on her thighs, palms up right, watching Spencer closely with every little move. Spencer stood, slowly he walked around her in a circle; similar to how a predator does its prey. Once he stopped, (Y/N) was eye level with his pelvis; her cheeks flushing dark red, seeing his cock hardening in his pants as the moments went on. Spencer's hand cupped her chin in his hand, pulling her up to look at him.

“Tell me the conclusion you came to little one.”

Just like that the entire English language seemingly disappeared from her brain, she stared up at him a dumb look on her face. Her mouth hung open as she searched for her words. “I’m not a patient man..hurry.”

“You..” She searched for her words as Spencer’s thumb grazed her bottom lip. “You treated me like you did because you didn’t want to get close to me.”

She finally breathed out the start of her theory, Spencer’s thumb dragged across her cheek as he let out a content hum. His smile alone told her she was right, and she felt pride build in her chest, letting out a low moan as Spencer's hand tangled itself in her hair and giving it a pull. “You’re such a smart girl.” His praise alone built her pride up more, the praise mixed with his roughness made her brain short circuit. “Go on, tell me more.”

“You kept me at arms length, and tore me down. Because if you didn’t you would fall for me.” She trailed off as she stared up at him, unaware of him pulling his pants down. Spencer pulled her head back down, putting her eye to eye with his cock. It was the prettiest one she'd seen in a while; the pink head glistening with precum. With no lead she opened her mouth waiting for him to make his next move.

“I always thought you were a bit..mouthy.”

When Spencer spoke, his calmness still carried in his voice. His hands coming down and cupping both of (Y/N)’s cheeks, moving his cock into her mouth. She let out a pleasant squeal, her hands coming out to rest on Spencer’s thighs. “Ah, ah did I say you could touch?” (Y/N) stared up at him, the pleasant feeling of embarrassment returning to him as she peered up at him; his cock on the tip of her tongue. She shook her head, dropping her hands back to her thighs watching him. In return Spencer shook his head at her, giving her a tisk. “You were doing so good, and listening.” As he spoke he sunk himself down into her throat.

(Y/N) held back a gag as she felt him make his way down her throat. Her eyes closed, and her forehead nuzzled against his lower stomach, the hair there tickling her nose. Her giggle vibrating through Spencer, let him know she was ready. Spencer held nothing back, his hips snapped against her face at a brutal pace. (Y/N) felt the tears gathering in her eyes, trying her hardest to breathe through her nose as she peered up at him.

“Fu..God you look..” The words hung in Spencer's throat, as (Y/N)’s tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she looked up at him, watching him fall apart because of her. Her hand snuck between her own legs, rubbing her clit slowly, eliciting a muffled and low moan from her. Spencer came undone at that, shooting his hot seed into her mouth. He pulled out, holding her mouth open looking at his fluid coating the inside of her mouth.

“Swallow it. And stop touching yourself, you look like a whore.” He spoke after collecting himself again. (Y/N) blushed, swallowing the warm liquid, but keeping her fingers between her legs. Spencer watched her, giving her only a couple seconds to listen to him before pulling her hand off of her cunt. “I thought you were a good girl who wanted to listen to me?” Spencer scolded her as he pulled her from the floor, practically pulling her to the bed, where she stood between his legs.

(Y/N) blushed, putting her hands on his shoulders, rubbing slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry what?”

“I’m sorry..Sir.”

Spencer hummed, pulling her forward he placed his lips in the valley of her breasts. Chuckling, as he moved his kisses over to her left breast pulling her nipple into his mouth sucking. His left hand held her waist firmly, while the other slipped between her folds rubbing her sensitive bud. (Y/N)’s moan filled the room, her head tilting back and closing her eyes. He pulled away moving to her other breast after he spoke “No, no look at me. Keep those eyes open.” (Y/N) whined, looking back down at Spencer, her legs shaking as his middle finger found its way into her.

“All this for me? How long have you thought about me using you like this?” Spencer teased, removing his finger from her. Pulling her down across his lap Spencer pushed her legs open, and gave himself a good look at her center. (Y/N) let out a huff as her body made rough contact with Spencer's legs. She mumbled under her breath, something sounding like ‘too long.’ She turned her head a bit trying to look at Spencer, who looked at her cunt admiringly. “You’re a whore, you know that?” He finally turned to look at her, his middle finger sliding back into her hole. “I..I know.” She breathed out, Spencer pushing the single finger in and out slowly before adding his ring finger. “You’re not cumming like this, I hope you know. I want to feel you on my cock, feel the way you squeeze, and beg me to cum inside you.”

“Fuck, please..” A broken whine slipped from her mouth. “Sir, please. I want your cock.”

The exit of Spencer’s fingers was more saddening than she anticipated. Her body was moved onto the bed in a loving motion, she watched Spencer closely as he kneeled between her legs. His softness returned as he took her hand kissing it. “Color?” (Y/N) smiled, her hand holding his cheek. “Green.” She hummed, trailing her hand through his hair, and the switch flipped. Her hand that once cradled his face was now pinned down beside her head, Spencer staring down at her. His chest heaved with excitement, his breath fanning her face.

“I’d love to eat you out till you can’t stop crying but I think we’ll have to hold off on that.”

(Y/N) bit her lip to hold back a loud moan as Spencer rubbed the head of his cock over her clit. “Besides, you asked nicely.” Spencer leaned down, locking their lips again as he slid into her, her breath hung in her throat. (Y/N)’s free hand coming to his shoulder and digging into the skin there. “I know baby, but you take it so well.”

(Y/N) looked at him, starting to rut against him, wanting him to move. Spencer smirked, circling his hips to help her adjust before pulling out and sliding back in. “Feels..so much better than I thought.” He spoke with struggle, (Y/N) closed her eyes, a dumb smile on her face at that. He thought about her, she couldn't lie there were moments she thought of him too. Spencer’s pace built and built, his hand pulling her hand from his shoulder pinning it alongside her other hand. Giggling a bit, (Y/N) wrapped her legs around Spencer's waist, pulling him in closer. Spencer leant down kissing her slowly, deeping his thrust hitting a spot that pulled a deep moan from her.

“Take it so well, bambi. So proud of you.”

(Y/N)’s brain started to fog, the feeling that's been building gradually in her stomach finally coming to a peek. Spencer noticed, his hands released her arms, bringing his hand down to her clit rubbing again. “You’re doing so well, come on.” He urged, his voice coming out in pants. “Come on my cock.”

(Y/N) finished, her back arching and a loud moan she’d been suppressing breaking through. Her breath shaky, she wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck, bringing him down as he continued to thrust. He was quickly approaching his own.

“Please sir, cum inside me. I..want it so bad.”

Her pleas must have gone straight to his cock, because only seconds later he was pushing deep and spilling inside her. Spencer didn’t make any points to move, his cock was still planted deep inside her, his lips kissing softly at her shoulder blade. (Y/N) smiled tiredly to herself, soaking in the closeness they’re experiencing for the first time. “No, no no.” She whined, feeling Spencer pull himself out and his weight disappear from her. Her whine went unanswered or unintended as Spencer left to the bathroom, and wet a wash rag. “You’re dramatic.” He teased, approaching the bed, wiping their mix of fluids from between her legs. “You’re so cute.” He says laying the rag on the edge of the unused nightstand, watching her blush as he pushes hair from her face.

“Are you feeling okay?” (Y/N) nods, moving over and making room for him to lay next to her. Spencer chuckles, sliding in next to her covering them both up. “Better now that I know you don’t hate me.”

She closed her eyes, awaiting his response. Spencer held her closer kissing the top of her head. “Never say that, love.” He jokes, reaching over and turning the light off, cradling her closer.

[shoutogepi]

A Million Times Over, part 2

┌────── ⋆⋅✧⋅⋆ ──────┐

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Todoroki Shouto x American!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 6.4k 

[ ☀︎, ☁︎, ✘ (nsfw!) ] (series warnings)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : NSFW references (no explicit smut this chapter)

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : You lose all memories from the past five years of your life due to an accident-induced coma, including any recollection of your beloved boyfriend and fellow pro-hero, Shouto. He’s devastated that you don’t remember him, but the both of you are determined to get your memories back, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, you attempt to rebuild your relationship with him… while also nurturing the spark that’s still very much lit between you two.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Yaaaaaa babie so part 2 is finally finished! I’m wicked excited to finish the series next chapter and ughhh the smut is gonna be so good omg. Just wait. 

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : shout out to @shotoh for beta-reading this for me, what a saint <3 

└────── ⋆⋅✧⋅⋆ ──────┘

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

🄸t was warm.

There was something heavy on your middle, but it didn’t feel like a nuisance— it was a welcome weight, one that somehow made comfort seep from your chest and fill the rest of your body with a quiet sense of peace. You hummed as sleep’s grasp on you lightened, the cogs in your mind beginning to turn. The hospital bed had never been this comfortable before, and the acrid smell of antiseptic and bustle of the doctors outside your door was peculiarly absent. Instead, a pleasant scent of laundry and cologne lingered on your pillowcase, making the corners of your mouth pull up in a droopy smile.

Your eyes opened as you recalled where you were, and whose arms you were lying in— whose gentle breaths blew at your hair and tickled the shell of your ear. Letting out a slow exhale, you blinked the sleep from your eyes, legs attempting to move, only to find them tangled with the muscled calves of your bedmate who, you prayed to whatever divine presence that was out there, was still asleep.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

However, when you tried to move away, a low groan sounded in your ear, scattering the stray hairs that laid out of place there. Like a sleeping bear, the arm around your waist curled around you tighter, pressing your entire body directly against the hard contour of his. You swallowed, blinking owlishly as you tried not to think about the sizeable semi-hardness poking into your backside, nor the rough fingertips that splayed out on the smooth expanse of your stomach at the bottom of your shirt, the very pinky dipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties, palm warming your skin just enough to make your heart awaken for the day.

Your breath was caught in your throat, and you didn’t dare move another inch. Even if you didn’t have your memories of the man you shared your life with for the past few years, the moments the two of you had shared throughout the past week were enough to have butterflies fluttering to life in your stomach. The feeling of simply being in his arms, tucked under the sheets and cocooned in his warmth and his scent, it all had your body feeling like it was at peace.

At home.

Shouto’s hand was lying open beside your face, his arm tucked underneath your neck as he must’ve fallen asleep spooning you, and not since shifted away throughout the night. His fingers twitched in his sleep just slightly, and you took the moment to admire the long, slender digits. For a man of his size and stature, they were surprisingly thin, almost as if in another life he could have tickled piano keys for a living. But they were also marred with scars and calluses from his herowork— none open nor recent, seeing as he had taken the last month off to watch over you. Reaching for his hand, you traced the lines on his palm, trailing your fingertips over his skin and finding yourself lost in thought. You wondered if this was how you usually slept, if this was what you woke up to every day…

If that was your reality, you would happily accept it.

Being in Shouto’s arms made you feel safe, protected from the troubles of life. You already harbored silly feelings for him before you had even met him, and now that you had, those feelings had only been amplified, each day spent with him a catalyst to the reaction he triggered in your heart.

You bit your lip, twisting your spine so you could look at him. Holding your breath as you finally laid eyes on him, you took your time to admire him in all his slumbered glory. Your eyes loitered on his high cheekbones, the sharp angle of his jawline, and then the placid expression he donned while he slept, not plagued with the usual lacing of concern that he wore throughout the day. He was so… handsome. In all his hardened, heroic glory, he still managed to look like a prince straight out of every little girl’s storybook. And he certainly had the body to go with it as well— the fruits of his training on full display for you as you marveled at his naked chest.

Your heart leapt into your throat when he stirred, his arm around your waist coming to rub at his tired eyes. Watching his grey eye open slightly, your breath caught at the crooked grin that blossomed on his lips when he locked eyes with you.

“Mmm morning princess,” he rumbled, hand landing on your stomach to push your body backwards into his. He didn’t mind the little squeak of surprise you let out, nuzzling his face into your neck and slinging his leg across your hips once he flattened them onto the mattress. Your face felt like it was on fire, his morning… problem pressed firmly against your back now as he moaned in content, scattering lazy kisses across your throat.

You gasped when his hand on your stomach suddenly jumped up to grope your breast over your shirt, his fingers kneading tenderly as tingles fired across your nerves. It felt good to be receiving his unbridled affection— too good, really, as he started to suck at your neck. Your body cried out for his touch but you had barely even kissed last night— this was too much, too fast.

“Sh-Shouto!”

He paused, head rearing back as he detected the urgency in your voice, sleepy eyes locking with yours with his brows furrowed underneath his frazzled bed-head. It took him a moment before his eyes widened and horror replaced the slumber that had impeded his judgement before, his body jumping to the other side of the bed instantly as his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “I— I’m so sorry, Y/n, fuck— I didn’t…” he stammered, embarrassment evident as the pink turned to red, little flames sprouting on the left side of his head while his eyes flew about, unable to meet your gaze.

You instantly felt guilty, his demeanor apologetic. It was clear that he was frustrated with himself. “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was just… it was just, um, unexpected?” you tried to laugh but it came out sounding more like a choke.

“Damn it…” Shouto mumbled, his hands coming to drag across his face morosely. The flames that licked at his side sizzled out, indicating that he was no longer so much shocked as he was contrite. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, muffled by his hands that still occupied his face. “It was just… I forgot for a second and... I didn’t mean to— to, well, come onto you. God, I’m sorry.”

You watched him for a second, your heart suddenly heavy with the sadness that leaked from his choice of words. For the first time in a long time, he had woken up with you in his arms, and he had forgotten about the absolute shitstorm of the month he’d had. That was probably how he acted when he woke up normally, as your sweet and loving boyfriend— showering you in affection was his first instinct of the day, and there was nothing wrong with that.

“It’s really okay, Sho. I was just surprised,” you peeped, trying to relieve him of some of the stress that he was so apparently harboring. “It’s not like I hated it…”

Shouto processed your words for a moment before one hand rose from his face, his brow contorted into a mix between accusatory and suggestive. There was a hint of a smile threatening to bloom on his lips, but he remained silent as he stared at you.

“I just meant that— well… we could lay here for a bit before we get up for the day. If… If that’s our usual routine or, if you would be interested in that!” You could feel your face getting hot now, the embarrassment transferring from him to you.

But Shouto chose not to tease you, instead scooting back over to you in the middle of the bed. “You always did like your morning cuddles,” he said, mouth turning at the corners into a smirk.

“Whatever, just— just keep your third leg to yourself, okay? Arms only!” You shared a quick look with him, the both of you shocked that you had really just said that.

But Shouto followed your request, flipping so he laid on his belly before his arm hooked out to bring you into his side, nose pressing up against your ear as you were on your back. The butterflies were back and busy again in your stomach— his touch just did something to you, it was both exhilarating and infuriating when he had hardly done anything. 

“Never heard that one before,” he murmured lowly, snark lurking in his voice. “You’re usually quite fond of my third leg, dear.”

⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆

The rest of the morning went more according to plan. After a considerable amount of time lying in the sheets with Shouto cuddling into your side, you finally parted ways and went about getting ready for the day. There was a sense of giddiness pumping through your veins as your boyfriend left you stationed in front of your closet, mumbling something about preparation before you headed out.

Mostly, you were looking forward to going on your date. But then, there was also the surprised excitement that came from the sight of your walk-in closet, complete with rows of neatly organized clothes and a built-in wall with shelves and drawers, even a glass display case full of glittering jewels and gems in designs all tailored to your taste. You took a moment to pat yourself on the back. Not only did you seem to have the man of your dreams, but you had also attained your dream closet? If this was truly a dream, you most definitely did not want to wake up.

It took you an absurdly long amount of time to piece together your outfit. It was partially because you stopped to ogle at pretty much every hanger you rifled through, and partially because you were completely unsure of what clothes Shouto particularly enjoyed seeing you in. There was a sneaking suspicion that his preference was for you to not be clothed at all… but it wasn’t like you could go out on your date in your birthday suit. And, that would mean exposing your bare body to him, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t insanely attracted to him— because you definitely were. Just, the situation you were in was a delicate one, and when you did decide to indulge in the physicalities of your relationship, it would be after you had no more questions to ask him. You just weren’t quite there yet.

So, you decided on a pair of dark jeans and a flowy blouse that showcased your shoulders, matching the color of your shoes, belt, and purse. After a quick makeup routine, you chose to spruce up the outfit with a little jewelry, seeing as you had quite an ample selection to choose from. A shiny pair of hoops for your ears came easily enough, but you struggled to find a necklace which would pull everything together. Your eyes wandered over the chains of gold and silver, some shining with bright gems and some intricate enough with just the curve of the metal. It was then that you noticed a simple but very elegant necklace, its blue-topaz pendant catching your gaze. As you inspected the glittering stone, a warm feeling pooled in your chest, and you found your fingers reaching for the jewelry without thought. There was something special about this necklace, but what, exactly, you couldn’t identify.

It was incredibly frustrating. This was the closest you had come to remembering anything since you had woken up a week ago… and while it was certainly progress, it was infuriating to have the recollection dangling just barely out of your reach. You stared at the brilliant cyan gem for another moment before deciding that you weren’t going to remember based on willpower alone, securing the clasp around your neck. If that were the case, then you would have your memory back already, you were sure. You left the room with your shoes in hand, sock-clad feet padding quietly against the shiny hardwood floors while a sour taste dwelled on the back of your tongue.

Yet somehow, the second your eyes met Shouto’s, the feeling of self-loathing was instantly quelled, replaced with a pleasant wave of some feeling you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His eyes had locked onto the stone around your neck right as you walked into the kitchen, and immediately a smile graced his lips as he found your gaze.

You couldn’t help but return one, your eyes flickering to the floor before returning to him, overwhelmed with the tingles that zipped through you. He hadn’t really given you the chance to take in the outfit he had chosen before he left you to dress, and you found yourself appreciating the soft, cream sweater that fell just over his denim-clad hips.

“Wow, you look…” his eyes trailed down your form and then back up, his smile just as full. He let out a soft laugh, head tilting back before his attention returned to you, as if he didn’t quite believe the sight in front of him. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You already knew you looked good, but still, hearing the compliment roll off his tongue made your stomach leap up beside your heart. “Thank you, Sho. You look beautiful, too,” you teased, trying to downplay the effect his words had on you.

Even though his cheeks dusted with a light pink, his expression remained unchanged, gaze dropping to the pendant resting in the middle of your chest again. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.

Just as you were about to tell him about the feeling you’d gotten earlier, he turned and grabbed some things from the counter behind him, whisking them into his arms. There was a curious look you shot him as you examined the numerous hats he offered to you, one of your brows rising at the variety.

Shouto didn’t give you the chance to ask, launching into explanation without your prompt. “You and I are technically celebrities. So it’s best if we conceal our faces while we’re out in public.” His gaze dropped to the brim of the gray suede boater in his hand, his thumb trailing across the soft material. “I don’t want you ambushed today. The public has missed you while you’ve been out of commission, so if we’re spotted, I’ll have to share you… and I don’t think either of us is ready for that quite yet.”

You nodded, ignoring the giddiness that bloomed in the depths of your stomach at his choice of words. Reaching for a floppy hat, your fingers brushed over his sweater as you grabbed your choice of camouflage. The fit was snug around your head, the silky ribbon tied around the crown the perfect match to your shoes. Shouto put on his hat as well, making sure to tuck the white half of his hair up and out of sight, giving him a faux monochromatic appearance. He wordlessly handed you a pair of large sunglasses, which you slid onto your face without protest. He mirrored your action, choosing a dark pair of aviators that helped disguise his famous scar.

“How do I look?” You asked, doing a little spin for full emphasis. The movement put a little smile on Shouto’s face, his eyes roaming your figure leisurely before he offered a thumbs up.

“Enchanting as always, love,” he replied stoically, the suavity and candor of his response aiding to the warm, swirling feeling in your stomach. But his expression morphed into a playful smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief. “What about me?”

A laugh trickled out of you as he copied your twirl, his execution somehow more graceful than yours. His pink lips curled into a genuine smile at your giggle, ending his mock demonstration in a curtsey. This only caused you to swat at him in exaggeration, taking the first steps towards the door.

“Equally enchanting,” you replied, not a hint of a lie in your voice. Your conviction made Shouto stutter, his grin melting to a flustered purse of the lip. It was then that you took his hand decisively, chuckling as you placed a swift kiss to his cheek. “Ready to go.”

It took him a moment to buffer, but he quickly recovered, a warm flush coloring his cheeks as his fingers squeezed yours. The digits of his other hand curled around the small of your waist, guiding you through the door.

⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆

Your eyes widened as Shouto pulled the sleek car into the parking space, your surroundings somewhat familiar. When you had asked where he was taking you, he hadn’t revealed any clues, preferring to give a vague “someplace you’ll enjoy” before effectively killing the conversation. You probably should’ve expected it, but surprise overtook you as you turned the sidewalk corner and there stood the cat cafe the pair of you had passed on your way back from the hospital just yesterday.

When you turned to look at Shouto, his eyes were already inspecting your reaction, the excitement written obviously all over your face. He regarded you with a quiet, knowing smile as he opened the door for you, the bell tinkling overhead and the quiet mewls of kittens further inside distinctly ringing in your ears. Right as you stepped inside, a fluffy, smoosh-face cat curled around your ankles, brushing and sniffing at you in greeting. Shouto made a joke about the fluffy beast being the cutest host he’d ever seen, his smile only growing when you laughed in return.

Once you were seated, tucked in a comfy pair of chairs in the corner of the cafe, a waitress came over to take your orders. What took you by surprise was that Shouto ordered for you— the exact confection and drink you were eyeing when you peeked at the menu. He shot you a little smirk at the cuteness of your impressed expression, asking if you’d like to add anything and turning the staff person's attention to you. At your denial, they excused themself, leaving you alone with Shouto once more.

There was a palpable tension in the air between the two of you. Unbeknownst to you, the other cafe goers could practically see the sparks flying between you.

“So… do we come here a lot?” you inquired, taking a tentative sip of your ice water and training your eyes on the top button of his shirt. It was just too intense to stare him straight in the eye sometimes…

Shouto took a moment to reply, looking through his red and white bangs at you fondly, leaning back in his chair before shaking his head. “Truthfully, we’ve never been here before.” He gauged the surprise in your eyes, a little knowing smile resting on his plump lip before he continued. “You always wanted to try this place but we hadn’t gotten around to it… you even picked out the food you wanted in case we came. I hope your tastes remain unchanged? If I ordered something you don’t want, I’ll call the waiter over.”

It was then your turn to shake your head, a quick and decisive answer. “No, you got it right,” you reassured, hands wringing slowly underneath the table in your lap. “The only other thing I wanted to try was the drink you ordered, so it’s fine!”

“Have as much as you like,” he suavely suggested, his tone sounding more like a demand than an offer. Just as he focused his eyes on yours, he was interrupted by a fuzzy orange kitten jumping into his lap, settling into a tiny loaf across his thighs and staring up at him expectantly.

You and Shouto both buffered for a moment before you let out a laugh at the sight of such a tiny creature in your broad boyfriend’s embrace. Shouto began to chuckle too, giving the creature a little scratch under the chin. The kitten meowed happily in agreement, placing its head onto its paws and settling in for a nap. You let the comfortable silence last for a minute before you meandered back into conversation.

“So um, earlier, when we were getting ready to go out…,” your fingers absentmindedly wandered to the pendant resting in the middle of your collar bones. “I saw this necklace in my closet and I felt like it was… important? And then I thought I caught you looking at it earlier too maybe? Do you know if it has any significant meaning or anything?”

Shouto’s gaze remained on the cat in his lap for another moment before it flicked over to you, and once again, you were stunned by the amount of emotion in his mismatched eyes. “I gave it to you,” he answered, his free hand fiddling with the sunglasses that now hung in the middle of his shirt collar. “It was for our first anniversary.”

You didn't really know what to make of that, the newfound knowledge resonating through you as you tried to remember anything about that day at all.

“I chose that color because you said you loved it… the color of my eyes. Or— eye— I suppose,” he gestured to the piercing cerulean orb that rested on his hot side, standing out even more against the muddled skin of his scar.

Your head nodded as you processed his answer, your finger nudging at the handle of your cutlery absentmindedly. “You do have nice eyes,” you mumbled, your veins pumping with a warmth you'd come to recognize as his natural effect on you.

Shouto smiled at that, his gaze focused on the pendant gleaming in the sun’s gentle caress. You could feel the intensity of his eyes there in the center of your chest, the modest amount of exposed cleavage feeling hot under his inspection.

At his silence, you continued on, your flusteredness forcing your mouth to move without much reason. “And— you have great taste in jewelry too, I mean, this is really beautiful.”

“It suits you,” he replied instantly, as if such words required no thought whatsoever.

That just made your cheeks feel even hotter, and a surprised chuckle sounded past your lips, his compliment egging on the butterfly swarm in your belly. “Thank you… I’m glad you have enough rationale to avoid a cheesy heart with your name on it or something.”

Shouto’s eyes fleed yours at that, taking a tentative sip of his water. You watched his pink lips curl into a subtle, knowing smirk. He yelped when you kicked his ankle underneath the table, gaze returning to you. He regarded your inquisitorial expression for a moment before he shrugged, his cheeks tinged with the lightest of pinks. “I have actually given you something like that before…”

You bit your lip, now wanting to kick yourself for making fun of the sweet yet idiotic, classic boyfriend gift. Heart jewelry, of course…

“And you really liked it… maybe almost as much as me,” he finished, and you watched as his blush deepened a few shades.

The waiter chose that moment to deliver your drinks, the conversation halting awkwardly before they took their leave once again.

“I really liked it?” You parroted, perplexed. There was no way you would find such a cheesy gift endearing enough to actually enjoy it.

Shouto adjusted himself in his chair, clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes once again couldn’t meet yours, his fingertips tapping on the edge of the table. “Yeah it— it’s an anklet… it um, has my initials on the charm…” he mumbled, suddenly shy. “You seem to enjoy wearing it when we… when I— when I take you.”

“Oh.”

Your face felt on fire, neither of you brave enough to look each other in the eye following his confession. There wasn’t much you knew about your sex life with Shouto— though you assumed it to be very much alive, and healthily so— but just by the way he phrased that, your thighs were clenching together at the image your brain so kindly painted you.

Shouto was a big, strong man… one who was very proportional, as you recalled from the incident that occurred this morning. The thought of him taking you made your insides squirm with interest, fluttering at the premise of being stretched around him. You took another sip of your drink before the food thankfully arrived, allowing the pair of you to drop the conversation.

⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆⋅✧⋅⋆

After you finished eating, Shouto took you to the trader’s market around the corner. There were people crowding the streets and trickling through the crosswalks, even though it was a late morning on a Friday and most of the population should’ve been busying away at their jobs. The bustle of the city should’ve been overwhelming for you— Shouto kept you close to his side at all times, his gaze scrutinizing any looks that lasted too long toward your direction.  And yet, you were having a blast, flittering about and exploring the vendors’ stands and the numerous trinket stalls that lined the busy square. His hand was always holding yours. Even when you got more invested in the items on display before you, his fingers would linger at your waist, making his relationship to you apparent to any bystanders.

Sunlight streamed down in between the tall buildings surrounding you, reflecting off the windows like mirrors and making you grateful for the shade of your hat. That made you extra thankful for the ghost of Shouto’s hand across your skin, welcoming the coolness exuding off of his right side. There was a light-hearted conversation between the pair of you, and many grannies waved you over to inspect their merchandise by calling out to the pair of lovebirds. The repeated label made Shouto puff up in pride, aiding him to stand tall and retain the advantage he had on you in terms of height.

Whenever your gaze lingered on something for a second too long, Shouto was instantly handing bills over to the merchants, insisting they take the change or at least tipping them appreciatively. By the time the two of you had visited every stall, numerous bags hung from his left arm, all precariously stacked so the fingers on his other hand could remain laced with yours.

He noticed your wary gaze on the bags, your expression giving your thoughts away immediately. “Don’t worry love,” he reassured, squeezing your fingers in his, “they’re no trouble at all.” At your attempt to grab a few and lessen the load, he pivoted and held them above your head. He frowned, keeping them out of reach as you continued your attempt, swatting at him gently.

“Just let me have one at least,” you pouted, your voice morphing into a little whine. That got him to grin, conceding and handing you the smallest, lightest bag of the bunch. He feigned ignorance when you shot him a playful glare in response, choosing now to steer you toward another topic instead.

“Would it ruin the date if we stopped by my office? I just need to drop off the folders I finished up last night, and the building is just a block over. It should only take a minute.”

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders. “Sure,” you agreed, allowing his fingers to slip back into yours. Having your hand in his felt natural to you, the warmth of his skin welcomed. “I want to see your agency, anyway!”

It was a short walk to his workplace, as promised. The building was one of the tallest in the surrounding area, with sleek windows paneling all sides and reflecting the orange light of the barely-setting sun. The security guards didn’t bother the pair of you, Shouto acknowledging them with a nod as he slipped off his disguise. The elevator opened and Shouto flashed his badge at the sensor, then pushed the button for one of the floors higher up in the building.

In no time at all, the doors opened again and he led you past the couple secretaries that were perched behind their desks. You could feel their eyes glued to your back, and you were sure that the second you were safely located behind the glass doors to the hallway, they’d launch into discussion. The thought slipped your mind as you came round the corner, Shouto guiding you through the nearest door and ushering you into a large sitting room. Two doors were situated on either side of the room, long glass walls dividing the quarters. One door led to Shouto’s office, as designated by the nearby nameplate. The other you were about to read just as it opened, and a familiar, sharp-toothed redhead bounded toward the pair of you.

Immediately you grinned, ripping your hand from Shouto’s as you launched yourself at the famed Red Riot, one of Japan’s finest heroes lifting you off your feet in an enthusiastic embrace. Your laughs echoed around the room, Kirishima’s chuckles following as he spun you around. Shouto watched silently, a small frown adorning his lip while your gleeful laughs met his ears. He hadn’t heard such a sound in what seemed like forever, and even though he was not the cause of it, he couldn’t help but relish in it.

After a moment, Kirishima put you down and pulled Shouto in for a quick half-hug, patting him on the shoulder as his eyes then returned to you. “Well look who it is,” he grinned, his pointy teeth on display, hands landing on his narrow hips. “It’s so good to see you up and about, Y/n.”

“It’s good to see you too, Kiri,” you mirrored his expression, taking in his appearance.

Shouto watched your eyes rove over him, a sour taste developing at the back of his tongue. You had recognized Kirishima immediately— fondly, even— when it had taken hard work and ample time for you to warm up to him. It had taken a week for you to call him by his usual nickname, and yet, you called Kirishima by his own instantly. He could feel himself turning green at the realization, his frown remaining as his eyes sharpened in scrutiny.

“Wow,” you exclaimed after you had fully appraised the hero, even taking in the scarlet costume that had been updated since the last time you’d seen him. “You look great! Five years has really done you well, hmm? You’re totally ripped. Last time I saw you I swear you were shorter!”

Kirishima laughed and toed at the ground bashfully— never one to handle compliments very well. “Ah, thanks Y/n… gotta stay in shape when your costume has you shirtless all day, right?”

Shouto couldn’t help the envy that rose up inside of him as he watched you chatter eagerly with his coworker… even though he knew you had no control of what memories you lost, it still stung to watch you engage with and compliment another man. Especially when he hadn’t received such easy affection from you in much too long.

“You look much better, too,” Kirishima continued, glancing at Shouto as he picked up on the temperature drop in the room. Somehow you didn’t seem to notice the frost gathering on Shouto’s wrist as a result of his displeasure.  “Erm— last time I saw you was in the hospital when you were still in your coma. I was so relieved to hear you woke up! Then I figured it would be easier for you if you didn’t have any visitors, though… that’s what your f— um, Shouto said would be best, anyway.”  

At the mention of his name, you glanced at the half-and-half man beside you, shooting him a thankful smile that had his heart fluttering and his jealousy waning. He cleared his throat and nodded, casting a forced smile at the other hero. “Yes, well… I have to step into my office quickly, would you entertain her for a moment?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to reply, but Shouto was already halfway through the door, leaving the pair of you slightly stunned. You could see him through the glass wall, eyes following him and wondering why his curt attitude left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“So um…” The redhead turned to look at you, prompting you to do the same. “You really lost all your memories of him?”

The question hit you like he had dunked you in ice cold water, and you stiffened up immediately. Kirishima panicked then, eyes growing wide and covering his mouth.

“I can’t believe I just blurted that out— I just… You guys are so in love, I can’t imagine you two not together,” he explained earnestly, his brow furrowed. His honesty made your stomach burst with butterflies, the premise of being loved by Shouto and being able to love him made you feel flustered as hell.

“We are together,” you clarified, and Kirishima nodded. “Just not as together as before, I guess? It’s just… he makes me feel so many things and I barely know him. But he knows me? Like, intimately. It feels like he knows me more than I know myself sometimes. I dunno, it’s just… complicated, Kiri.”

He smiled in understanding, eyes sympathetic as you spilled your troubles to him. It was nice talking to someone who wasn’t Shouto— as much as you liked him, talking to him was difficult because he made you fumble with your words. You said things you didn’t mean to say when you were with him. Kirishima continued, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you guys are crazy in love. Like, you’re the couple I aspire to be in some day.”

You grabbed his hand and grinned at that, his sincerity making your heart melt. “Awe, Kiri… It’s good to see you haven’t changed from how I remember you. You’re still the sweetest.”

Kirishima laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Just be yourself with him… I think it’ll put you both at ease. You’re really good for each other— he was devastated the whole time you were asleep.”

The admission made a lump appear in your throat, your eyes feeling glassy all the sudden.

“He hasn’t acted this frigid since his high school days… Long before he met you. I think you make him feel relaxed. I mean, that’s how he always looks when he’s with you, or thinking about you. I can tell when we’re on patrol and he’s daydreaming about you, ‘cus he’ll just walk right into a lamp pole.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image, cursing the timing when the door opened and Shouto stepped out, his eyes landing on you and then hardening as they moved to Kirishima. He stepped toward him, but you intercepted him and laced your arms around his middle instead, stopping him with your embrace.

Shouto faltered at the sudden display of affection, his cheeks growing hot as he locked gazes with Kirishima, his eyes then dropping to the top of your head as you hid your face in his chest. He was frozen mid-breath, completely still as you held him. His cool, clean scent swallowed you as you kept your head nuzzled into his front, his fingers limp as your hand found his.

With a small step back, you ceased your embrace, your fingers squeezing his tightly as your eyes captured his and you gave him a shy smile. His cheeks only darkened, the grimace that had occupied his face long gone and instead replaced with an awed blankness. His lips parted and moved pointlessly, as if he wanted to say something but no sound escaped him.

“It was nice catching up Kiri,” you said, eyes still locked with Shouto’s heterochromatic ones before you turned to the red hero, who was awkwardly looking to the side as he shuffled his weight between his feet.

Kirishima looked at you and laughed awkwardly once again. You began to exit with Shouto in tow behind you, the hero’s crimson gaze following the pair of you. “Ah, yeah, you too! Let’s meet up soon!”

Then the glass door closed, and you were once again in the vicinity of the secretaries' blatant gawking. You pointedly ignored them as you strode toward the elevator, with their soundlessly boss still trailing behind you. As you waited for the elevator to ascend to your floor, you caught Shouto looking at you funny in your peripheral vision. Yet when you turned to look at him, he only reached out and pulled you into his chest.

Caught by surprise, a meek noise slipped out of you before you collided with his pecs once again, his arms wrapping around you to secure you in place. He nuzzled into your hair and inhaled deeply, uncaring of the secretaries' stares.

Only when the elevator arrived did he pull away, to guide you inside and away from the prying eyes. When the doors were closed, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the crest of your cheek, a wisp of his peppermint-laced breath cooling your skin just as heat rushed there from his lips.

“Let’s go home, love,” Shouto murmured against your skin, knuckles nudging yours before your fingers curled around his. You nodded, holding his arm with your free hand and coming to stand by his side as the elevator rushed toward the ground. A peaceful moment of silence fell upon you and Shouto, giving you time for contemplation.

Any sane woman would've taken one look at Kirishima and felt at least a pinch of interest twirl inside her stomach. He was caring and handsome as they come, and yet he did absolutely nothing for you. Somehow when you were confronted with his chiseled abs and warm gaze, you felt less than when Shouto even glanced at you. You concluded that your body was definitely in love with him… and your heart longed to be the same. But part of you still had questions that needed to be resolved before you could really give yourself to him… and little did he know, you would find the answers to said questions so soon.

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

.

.

ahh i love this sho so much, he’s trying so hard... poor babie 🥺 next part i will be much kinder to him <3 if you enjoyed please be sure to reblog and or leave me a comment •ᴥ• 

➥ masterlist

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐩𝐢 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Never Try, Never Know

Pairing: Peter Parker enemies to lovers

Synopsis: Flash pesters you about your sex life

Read the series or read on its own

Masterlist

A month later, you were in Peter’s room once again. Doing your homework together had once again become a make out session.

You were underneath Peter with your hands up in his hair. Your skirt was hiked up around your waist and his jeans were brushing against you every time he moved. His hand was resting just below your boob, pressing firmly on your rib cage. As you kissed him, you slowly moved his hand up and kept yours on top of his. You squeezed your hand, prompting him to squeeze your boob. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he gained more confidence. He slipped his hand under your shirt and brushed his thumb over your bra. You moaned into his mouth, hoping he would keep going. You could feel his boner against your thigh and you were dying for him to take the next step already.

“Can I take my shirt off? You whispered against his lips. He nodded eagerly in response. You pulled away from Peter for a moment to pull your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His cheeks tinted pink since this was the first time you’d done this. He shyly looked at you and gulped so you gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay.” You told him. “You can touch me.”

Peter hesitated before putting his hand back on your boob. He bent down to kiss you again and slowly trailed kisses down your neck. You were combing your fingers through his hair as he kissed the tops of your breasts, thinking you were finally about to go all the way with him. Before you had a chance to do anything else, Peter pulled away and groaned.

“Oh my God.” He gulped and sat up.

“Are you okay?” You sat up as well to check on him.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

You slumped back on the bed as Peter climbed off and went to the bathroom. Once you heard his shower turn on, you let out an angry huff. You squeezed your legs together in frustration before slipping your shirt back on.

That was how it always went. You’d get close but never go all the way. You knew Peter was a virgin, but you were starting to think he wanted to stay that way. You didn’t want to push Peter before he was ready, but your sexual frustration was getting to be more than you could handle. If you waited any longer, you thought you might explode.

“I’m back.” Peter announced, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Sorry about that. I get overstimulated very easily. All my nerve endings are extra sensitive.”

“It’s fine.” You faked a smile as he sat next to you. “But you know, you don’t have to calm yourself down every time. You could run with it.”

“Run with it?” Peter asked. “You mean, you want me to…”

“Fuck me. Yeah.” You nodded. “Just a suggestion.”

Peter’s face blushed all the way down to his neck at your bluntness. He shyly laughed and put his lap top on his lap.

“You’re crazy.” He chuckled. “What do you want to watch?”

“I’m fine with anything.” You faked a smile and rested your head on his shoulder. You didn’t want him to know you were disappointed. If he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. The only problem was, you were a little more then ready. You were two close calls away from begging him to fuck you, and you could only hope it wouldn’t resort to that.

~

You were in a bad mood the next day at school. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to get off. It felt like Peter was dangling himself in front of you but never letting you have him. To make a bad day worse, Flash spotted you at your locker and decided to pester you.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He smiled as he flicked some of your hair off your shoulder. “What are you doing tonight? Wanna get Flash-y on a Friday?”

“Fuck off.” You groaned. “I have a boyfriend.”

“There is no way you and Parker are actually together.” Flash scoffed when you rejected him. “This has got to be some weird hate sex thing.”

You froze when he mentioned sex since it was currently a sensitive topic for you.

“It’s not.” You said quickly. “Peter is my boyfriend, and you make me drier than sandpaper. Buh bye.”

You pushed him away from you and kept walking, but he followed.

“Who do you guys think you’re fooling? Everyone knows you guys hate each other.” Flash insisted.

“We used too.” You shrugged. “Now we love each other.”

“Are you sure you’re not just hooking up to get your frustration out and thinking it’s a relationship?”

You sucked in a sharp breath when he mentioned it again, growing frustrated now.

“I’m positive.” You grumbled.

“Why?”

“Because we haven’t even…” You trailed off when you realized you said too much. But it was too late. Flash’s jaw dropped as he bounced up and down.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet?” He asked. “How? You’ve been together like two months.”

“Can you keep your voice down please?” You hissed. “It’s none of your business. And it’s normal for couples to wait.”

“You know what?” Flash snickered. “I’m not even surprised that you guys haven’t done it yet. He’s not man enough to try anything.”

“Yes he is.” You said. “Shut up Flash.”

“Are you sure about that?” Flash taunted.

“Yes.” You snapped as your confidence slowly faded. “I’m sure. Now leave me alone.”

“I kinda feel sorry for you.” He continued. “You’re dating the man who played the girl part in last years musical. It’s probably the only girl part he’s ever seen.”

“Shut up.” You repeated. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? Because I’m willing to bet Peter doesn’t have a single clue what to do in bed. He’d be like, “orgasm? You mean organism? It’s an animal, plant, or single celled life form”, or something.” Flash mimicked his voice. “He’s probably awful. He’ll never be able to please you.”

“Yes he can.” You said quietly, but you weren’t sure. You hated to admit it, but you were starting to think Flash might be right.

“How would you know?” Flash taunted. That pushed you to your edge. You knew if you didn’t say something now, Flash would tell the whole school and humiliate Peter.

“Because I was kidding. We have had sex.” You lied. “He sexed me like, a hundred times. Including last night.”

“Really?” Flash narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah. He nearly broke my pelvis.” You continued. “That’s why I’m in leggings today. I’m really sore.”

“Peter Parker left you sore?” Flash snorted. “What’d he do? Forgot you were there and sit on you?”

“No. He fucked me.” You said confidently this time. “Really, really well.”

“Nope. I don’t believe you.” Flash shook his head. “There is no way Little orphan Annie is having sex. Not a chance.”

“Well, he is.” You shrugged. “And he’s got a huge dick. Like, the size of a salt shaker.”

“Salt shakers are like two inches.” Flash scoffed.

“Not the kind you have at home.” You rolled your eyes. “Like, the really big ones at Italian restaurants. That size.”

“For real?” Flash’s eyes widened.

“Yeah.” You began to lose confidence in your lying ability. “Real, um, real monster cock on that boy. He’s uh, he’s a mouthful.”

“You mean handful?” Flash asked.

“I said what I said.”

“No way.” Flash gasped.

“Uh huh. He’s the best I ever had.” You egged it on. “By a long shot, too. He really knows what he’s doing.”

“You’re telling me Peter Parker is some kind of sex god?” Flash raised an eyebrow.

“Yep.” You replied. “In fact, I’m going to his apartment later for more. I just can’t get enough. You’d understand if you were getting it this good.”

“Who would have thought.” Flash shook his head. “I certainly didn’t see this coming.”

“Well, speaking of coming, I better go. Peter’s expecting me.” You smiled tightly and walked away from Flash. You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you left him, unsure of how much damage you had just done.

~

Flash spotted Peter at the lockers the next day and thought of your conversation from the day before. Always looking for trouble, he walked up to Peter and leaned against his locker.

“Hey, Penis Parker.” Flash said with a grin.

“Go away Flash.” Peter groaned.

“Woah.” Flash held up his hands. “That’s no way to talk to someone who knows your dirty little secret.”

Peter stiffened when he heard this and gave his full attention to Flash.

“What?”

“Yup.” He nodded. “I was just talking to Y/n and she told me all about your double life.”

“She what?” Peter asked as he began to panic.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you were able to keep it hidden this long. I’m almost impressed.” Flash said as he folded his arms. Peter grabbed him by the shirt and pressed him up against the lockers as Flash gasped.

“Woah, woah, woah. Take me to dinner first, jeez.” Flash said as Peter loosened his grip.

“What do you know?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

“Not much. Just that you’re not the man I thought you were.” Flash winked.

“What?” Peter flushed with rage.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Flash said before blowing him a kiss. “Bye!”

Peter watched him leave as a nervous anger settled in his stomach. He didn’t know Flash was talking about something entirely different. He assumed you told him about his Spider-Man secret and he was furious with you.

After school, Peter walked to your apartment and used his spare key. He found you in your room and wasted no time in letting you have it.

“What did you tell Flash?” Peter demanded as he slammed the door behind him. You were someone who hated being yelled at, so you were immediately annoyed with Peter’s behavior.

“Woah.” You scoffed. “Nice to see you too.”

“Why did Flash tell me I wasn’t he man he thought I was?” Peter continued. “Did you tell him I was Spiderman?”

“Excuse me?” You stood up angrily. “You can’t just barge in here, yelling at me and accusing me of exposing your secret.”

“I can when you told the worst person we know something I trusted you with.” Peter snapped. “Did you seriously tell him I was Spiderman?”

“Yes, Peter. I told Flash your biggest secret.” You said sarcastically. “I went straight up to him and said, “hey, want to hear some information my boyfriend specifically trusted me to keep?” Then I made rode off in his porch and we made love under the stars. Oh, and we’re writing a cookbook together. It’s called “I Didn’t tell Flash Your Fucking Secret”. You can preorder now.”

“Real funny.” Peter seethed. “If you didn’t tell him, then why did he say you told him my secret? Why was he impressed that I had hidden it for so long?”

“Because I told him…” Your shouting trailed off when you realized what you told Flash was much worse.

“Told him what?” Peter asked angrily.

“Nothing. I didn’t tell him anything. Just calm down.” You rolled your eyes and flopped back on the bed.

“I am calm.” He yelled. “You have to tell me what you said to him.”

“No I don’t.” You said simply. “I have the right to remain silent. I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“If you didn’t tell him I was Spiderman then what could you have possibly told him?” Peter whined as he sat next to you. He was smart enough to know yelling at you would just make you more defensive.

“I don’t want to tell you.” You said quietly.

“Why?”

“It’s embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face.

“So is your outfit.” Peter shrugged. You uncovered your face to narrow your eyes at him.

“Fucker.” You grumbled.

“Just tell me.” Peter groaned. “Or I’ll shit the bed next time we cuddle.”

“I need you to take a step back from this conversation and think about what you just said to me.” You said seriously.

“I’ll do it.” He threatened.

“Fine. I told him you were…” You mumbled the end of the sentence so even with his super hearing, he couldn’t hear you.

“What?”

“I told him you were really good at sex.” You reluctantly confessed. “I told him all the dirty little secrets of our sex life and that’s what he was talking about when he came up to you. I didn’t tell him anything about spiderman. I cannot believe you think I’d do that to you.”

“You…wait, what?” Peter stuttered as his face went bright red. “What?!”

“Don’t make me repeat it.” You pleaded.

“How did you tell him about our sex life if we never...” Peter’s sentence tapered off like it usually did when it came to talking about something real.

“Fucked?” You raised an unamused eyebrow. If he couldn’t even say the word, you wondered how he’d ever do the action.

“Yeah.” He gulped. “That.”

“I don’t know. I made stuff up.” You shrugged. “I told him we had sex all the time and that you were super good at it. And that, you know, you have a monster cock.” You mumbled the last part out of embarrassment.

“A what?” Peter sputtered. “A fucking what?”

“I was hyping you up.” You defended yourself. “And it’s not like I can’t feel it when we spoon.”

Peter flushed again and rubbed his face.

“Why were you telling him any of this?” He asked wearily.

“Because.” You mumbled, not wanting to tell Peter why the topic ever came up.

“Because why?” He pressed.

“Because he was saying you’d never be able to please me and you were too inexperienced to try anything so I put him in his place.” You explained. “I’m the only one who can make fun of you like that. Not him.”

Peter looked at you with sad eyes as the weight of your words hit him.

“Is that what you think?” He worried. “That I couldn’t please you?”

“What? No, Pete.” You shook your head. “I don’t think that. That’s just what Flash was saying. You know how he is.”

“But he’s right.” Peter gulped. “I am inexperienced. You were my first kiss. I’d have no idea how to...you know.”

“That’s okay.” You assured him. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

That didn’t sit well with Peter. Instead of cheering him up, it made him feel worse.

“Have you had sex before?” He asked quietly. You blinked a few times, knowing your answer would only make the situation worse.

“Yeah.” You nodded stiffly. “I have.”

“Shit.” Peter whispered as he looked down. You noticed he was clenching and unclenching his fist, something he did when he was anxious.

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You got off the bed and put your hands on his face. “I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure. We can just drop this. It doesn’t matter.”

“You feel the same way, don’t you?” Peter frowned with glassy eyes. “You agree with what Flash said so you overcompensated on my behalf. That’s why you told him all those things.”

“Pete, I don’t give a fuck what Flash says.” You told him. “I never have. I was just trying to shut him up.”

“You just told me you don’t expect anything from me.” He said as he moved away from you. “You don’t think I could please you, do you? You think I’m too innocent and inexperienced.”

“Well, you are innocent and inexperienced.” You said calmly. “But that’s not a bad thing. We love each other, okay? And when we’re ready to take the next step, we will.”

Peter sucked in a sharp breath and bit his bottom lip, telling you he was fighting back tears. You put one hand on his shoulder and one on his face in an attempt to comfort him.

“Hey.” You said soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

“First you tell me you wanted to sleep with Bucky, and now I find out you’re telling Flash about our ridiculous make believe sex life because you were too embarrassed to tell him we don’t have one.” Peter said sadly.

“What do those two things have to do with the other?”

“I can’t compete!” Peter exclaimed. “Flash is probably right. I probably can’t please you. I’m just…I’m just a virgin who can’t drive.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I knew both of those things before I started dating you.”

You only made the situation worse by saying this. The confidence had been knocked right out of Peter and it showed. He was visible shaken over the conversation and you wished it never started.

“Pete.” You sighed. “You don’t have to get upset about this. It’s just a stupid thing Flash said.”

“A stupid thing Flash said that you’re worried is true.” Peter stated. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it when you realized he was right. As much as you hated to admit it, Flash had gotten in your head.

“I’m not worried.” You said weakly.

“I can smell when you’re lying.” Peter said as he glared at you.

“That’s not fair.” You groaned. “Don’t sniff out my emotions.”

“It’s not just your emotions. It’s what you’re saying.” Peter protested. “You were too ashamed to tell him we haven’t had sex yet, weren’t you? And now you think what he said was right.”

“I’m not ashamed. But, I mean, it’s not like you ever try anything.” You shrugged. “We make out and then you take a cold shower and put on a movie. I’m not trying to push you before you’re ready, but Jesus Peter. You can’t even say the word “fuck”. You could barely say “horny” a month ago. They’re just words. You don’t have to be scared of them.”

“I’m not scared. I was trying to be a gentleman. But apparently, that’s not good enough for you.” He shot back.

“Are you mad at me? Is this a fight?” You honestly wondered. You didn’t expect him to react the way he was and it was throwing you off. You’d gotten into plenty of arguments before, but never like this. You were a couple now and the stakes were much higher.

“I don’t know how I feel right now. I know this conversation made me feel really bad, though.” He answered. Your eyes softened for a moment before your anger returned.

“What’s your problem? You should be thanking me.” You insisted. “Flash is probably telling the whole school how great you are in bed. Why are you so upset?”

“I’m upset because my girlfriend thinks I can’t fuck her.” Peter gravely as he stared you in the eyes. You uncrossed your arms and blinked a few times, surprised that he finally said it.

“Yeah.” He stated as he got ready to leave. “I can say the word.”

Tag List 🏷

@awesomebooklover17 @thebookwormlife @imanativeofswlondondahling @weirdr-artiest @serendipitous-amor @dummiesshort

@foreverxholland @lavender-writer @michaela072796 @whatareyouhidingpeter @takenbyheartstrings @ultrunning @imyourliquor-youremypoison @andreasworlsboring101 @waiting-to-be-myself @letsloveimagines @peterparkoure @a-villain-vying-for-attention @justcallmehitgirl @jackiehollanderr @tiny-friggin-human @mara-twins @iamaunicorn4704 @maryjanee23 @geeksareunique @emmamarshmellow @unbelievableholland @flixndchill @sovereignparker @thisisthebiplace @spideydobrik @every-marveler-ever @undiadeestos @caelestii-e @eridanuswave @itscaminow @fiantomartell @solarxmoonchild @canyouevencauseicant @illwritetomorrow @thehappygrungelife @saysomethingspiderman @smilexcaptainx @quaksonhehe @kelieah @kickingn-ames​ @seasidecrowbar @lovelessdagger @love-sick-blues @electraheart-3174 @unbelievableholland @yourtypicalhotmess @spideyanakin @horanxholland @thesuitelifeofafangirl @anapocalypseinmymind @marshxx @heyheycharlatte @nooneinvitedfascistbarbie @tomshufflepuff @cookiemonstermusic258

@maybemona​ @alexxcorona113 @lethal-wisdom @xo-spidey @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​ @big-galaxy-chaos @pandaxnienke​ @theincredibledeadlyviper  @thestylestour  @officialsimppage​ @mrvelscaptains​ @peterbenjiparker​ @itsemohours @okkulta​ @parkerlovebot​ @jungkxxkk​ @friendlyneighborhood-mendes @whatthefuckimbisexual​ @olixerwxxd​ @starkbrain​ @creatorofthegalaxy​ @f-hollands @ilovefrogs1000​ @itstaskeen​ @itmatteredatthetime​ @wrendermeuseless @amazinggracy​ @iprobablyshipit91​ @magicalxdaydream​ @whereismytelephone @theonly1outof-a-billion​ @leilanixx​ @namoreno​ @bi-lmg​ @dracoswhore007 @tomhollandloml​ @avengers-hamiltrash @sunshinepeterparkr @gh0stgurl​ @so-very-asleep​ @veryholland @white-wolf1940 @spideycheles @wonderzwndaya​ @fanficaddict13125 @pinklxmonade @thebestqueenoftheworld @nowayhomeparker @willowestelle @imobsessedzs @spideyspeaches @bookfrog242 @hihiweezing @mathletemadison @hollandprkr

[radiosandrecordings]

What was with Martin and Tuesdays. 

He was never late for work, which managed to surprise Jon as it wouldn’t seem out of character based on the rest of his quality of work ethic. But on Tuesdays, and Tuesdays alone, he was always early. 

Not only that, but he was oddly... Chipper, at 8:45 on a Tuesday, stepping into the Archives with a takeaway cup in one hand and a bag of some unspecified pastry in the other. The pastry varied from week to week. 

His hair seemed to curl more than usual, like it was damp and just starting to dry, as if he’d showered not more than a few minutes before stepping foot into the Institute. Aside from his unusual sense of alertness, though, there was a contrasting weariness to his step, like his limbs were heavier than expected, or he simply didn’t have the energy to keep his shoulders up, allowing his arms to slump when standing casually. 

And it wasn’t any of Jon’s business, but it was strange. And, unfortunately, Jon hadn’t spent four years in research to see something he deemed ‘Strange’ and be able to let sleeping dogs lie. 

Of course, he couldn’t just ask him. That seemed like it would be some sort of workplace violation, for a boss inquire as to the activities of their employees outside of the workplace. Maybe if they were friends, yes, it would be acceptable. Tim could clap Martin on the shoulder, sling out a casual “Up to anything interesting this morning?” and Martin would stammer off a tale of whatever it was that he did in the early hours of a Tuesday. But he and Martin weren’t friends.

So he just... Did some casual observation. 

Martin always seemed to have a bag with him, on Tuesdays. Just a backpack, grey,  nothing strange, but he usually had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder most days. He didn’t have it on Tuesdays, though, so clearly whatever he was putting in the backpack was small enough that he could fit his usual baggage in it too. But aside from whatever the indeterminate contents of the bag were, his damp hair and weary but confident demeanour, Jon couldn’t find anything else glaringly obvious that made Tuesdays different. 

Until one Tuesday, of course. 

The Institute had never been terribly strict about dress codes, but that was mostly because it didn’t have to. The type of person who worked there usually had a certain demeanour about them that meant they didn’t need to be reminded what was and was not appropriate for the workplace. Some of Tim’s more colourful shirts aside, the Archives had never had much problem with this subject so far. 

So of course, eyebrows were raised when on a Tuesday Martin arrived to work five minutes after Jon and approximately twenty five minutes before Tim and Sasha were due to arrive, wearing, aside from his coat, his usual slacks and a t-shirt, the front of which displayed the cover of a book Jon had never heard of.  

And apparently Jon was staring, because Martin seemed to notice. “Ah, I’m sorry, I know this isn’t exactly proper of me but I forgot to pack my shirt this morning so when I was getting changed after practise I only had a t-shirt.” He made his way across the room, over to his desk. “Well, either a t-shirt or my training shirt, and I figured that might not smell too great, heh. Uh- Sorry that wasn’t-” 

“Training for what?” 

The words were out of Jon’s mouth before he could stop himself, damned curiosity getting the better of him, yet again. 

“Hm?” Martin paused, halfway through taking his coat off. “Oh! Rowing. I go rowing on Tuesday mornings, have to be at the river by 6am. Tiring, but fun.” And that’s when Martin shrugged his coat off properly. 

Ah ha. 

Jon was not a person who particularly concerned himself with the appearance of others. He’d only properly, long term dated once in the past, and he’d never really held any strong feelings for anyone since Georgie. Even passing attraction, to an actor, to a model, to someone sat on the other side of the café, wasn’t really something all that common for him. But he was half convinced, if his life was a cartoon, that viewed from the outside in that moment there would be three small stripes of pink, purple and blue over his head. Because Martin Blackwood had arms.

Well, yes, obviously he had arms. But they were... They were nice arms. In a way that Jon was not expecting. Strong, and muscular, and coming from broad shoulders, but not in that straining, abs-and-veins, body builder sort of way. It was a casual muscle, strength built up under layers of fat. It was a practical muscle, meant for lifting and holding and, apparently, rowing. 

Jon supressed the entirely inappropriate desire for a hug. 

“..Jon?” 

When had Martin started saying his name? By his tone that wasn’t the first time, maybe the second or third, he was worried, Jon should answer, Jon should-

“Jon are you okay?” 

“What? Oh, uhm, yes, perfectly fine,” his mouth was dry, why was his mouth so dry? “It’s, uhm. I wouldn’t worry about it. Not like anyone ever sees us down here anyway, just don’t make a habit out of it.” 

“Gotcha, thanks.” 

Coat now slung over the back of his chair, Martin turned back to his desk, settling down and powering his laptop on, conversation with Jon clearly intended to be over. But-

“Martin?” 

“Yes?” 

“Rowing, uhm... Tim does kayacking, I think? Or has gone, a few times at least, that he’s mentioned before. Just, if you ever wanted someone to talk about... About rowing, to.”

“Oh, does he? Cool, I’ll mention it to him later, thanks Jon.”

“Uhm, yes. Well. Have a nice day, Martin.”