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#idk what da hell is wrong with me today but fuckin yikes#i woke up this morning in too much pain to move#eventually when that left i had to go to the store to run errands but after a little bit my ribs felt like someone hit them with a hammer#so i got home and 'went to take a nap' which i did. but when i woke up my legs were completely fucking numb and i couldn't move#so like what the hell else was i supposed to do except go back to sleep because i couldn't do anything#and then i woke up at like 1 am so I'm pretty sure my sleep schedule's fucked again :(#I'm feeling a bit better physically now I'm at my usual pain level for the most part but i have a thing i was really excited to do tomorrow#and I'm worried that I'm gonna go back to being in that much pain or am gonna have lasting fibro fog from it that'll make it hard to do#and i really don't want to make it difficult or frustrating for my friend who's doing it with me#I'm probably gonna try to just. idk. sleep again and hope resting enough will prevent that so I'm present enough for it#but I'm still kinda nervous I'm gonna fuck it up by being slow to understand things#I'll just have to wait and see i guess#I'm probably gonna delete this soon too cuz idk#i don't feel like keeping it up very long i guess#just needed to vent a cuz i had a pretty rough day and just needed to scream into the void about it a little#vent
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If I’m There : Chapter Four
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minors DNI
Okay! If this is your first time seeing this we’re working on a friends to lover to strangers to friends to ??? Developing the budding relationship between Noah and my OFC Natalie - ah young love - but of course to be young and in love is usually to be kinda stupid. This story will soonish take us 10 years into the future and our two love birds with meet again but secrets have been kept and feelings buried away..will true love prevail?? (yeah probably but it’s gonna hurt like Hell first)
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Noah and I spend the weekend listening to music and watching movies. He convinces me to watch a few episodes of Narato, which I won't say I hated, maybe I'll give it another chance if it means that much to him.
Saturday afternoon my mom called and told me she took Kyle to the psychiatrist and they're going to consider medication after a few more meetings and he's promised he will go to weekly therapy. I told my mom I was glad she took him to get checked out but that I was nervous about being alone with him in the house. She assured me that wouldn't happen, she took herself off the night shift rotation and will now only work while we're in school until the dust settles. I told her I would think about it more and call her back later.
I told Noah about the conversation with my mom and he invited me to stay until at least Monday so I had some time away from Kyle. I text my mom that I'll be back Monday after school because I still need more time.
Later when we're watching some random YouTube video Noah turned on while cuddling on the couch, Noah's arm is draped across my shoulder. My hands are wrapped around his waist and my head is resting against his chest. One thing leads to another and then our lips are drifting towards another. What starts as soft pecks changes as I feel his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, time slows and I allow him to take as much control. Moving his hands up to tangle into my hair as the kiss intensified, I gasped as he kissed down my cheek and onto my neck. He’s pressing soft, delicate kisses over the bruised skin. It feels so good I don’t even know how to stop myself from quietly moaning his name “Noah”
He moves quickly grabbing my waist and twisting us so my back is on the couch with my legs on either side of his hips. Noah is moving back in with feverish kisses and I feel his hips move to push against my own and I’m trying to keep up, my mind is running and my body is heating up rapidly. “Wait” I gasp out in between breaths “Hold on, Noah stop” and with that, he freezes and stops immediately. “Are you okay? Is your neck hurting?” His voice is full of concern.
“My neck is okay, I’m just a little overwhelmed. This is moving a little faster than I - I’m just- Noah. I’m a virgin”
And in my head, all I can think is that this is when it all ends, he’s not going to want to deal with my melodramatic virgin bullshit. I mean dealing with my asshole brother is one thing, but a crybaby virgin. No way.
“I get it. I totally understand” he’s sitting back so I can push myself back, sitting up against the back of the couch with my knees to my chest, feeling embarrassed and so fucking lame.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for Natty, I’m sorry if I was too forward. I just kind of lose my mind around you” Noah moves to place his hand on my knee. “Natty, look at me baby” I raise my eyes to meet his and they look genuine “We can move at whatever pace you’re comfortable with, sex isn’t what I'm after here” My cheeks must be cherry fucking red.
“Really? It doesn’t bother you?” I ask.
“Bother me? Why would it bother me?” He looks at me confused.
“I just figure most guys don’t want to deal with the emotions and stuff with all that, ya know losing the v card and all” He laughs at that. “I really like you Noah, and I’d like to, eventually, but I’m just not ready”
He rubs his hand over my head moving the hair that fell in front of my face and kisses my forehead. “I really like you too, and I don’t mind waiting until you’re ready. I don’t. I just want to be around you, however you’ll have me”
My heart will likely burst out of my chest.
“I want to be around you too and I don’t mind the kissing, I definitely enjoy that” With that he moves to softly kiss my lips “Okay, kissing? Check.” We smile and laugh softly.
“Do you want to watch another movie? What about Howls Moving Castle? It’s-“ I interrupt him before he finishes his thought.
“Studio Ghibli, of course I know! I love that movie, let’s watch”
We watch the movies cuddling on the couch for the rest of the day, Noah orders a pizza for dinner and we fall asleep on the couch. It must be the middle of the night. I feel myself moving but I’m not sure how, I open my eyes and see a sleepy Noah cradling me in his arms and walking toward his room. “Fell asleep on the couch” he grumbles out sleepily “It’ll totally fuck up by back sleeping there all night”
He places me in his bed and climbs in behind me, covering us with the blanket, and wraps me tight against his chest. A few seconds later he’s back out like a light, I smile to myself and follow to sleep soon after.
Sunday is a blur of homework and Noah writing songs. Nick comes over for a few hours and they work on some stuff together while I finish up my history paper. My hair is in a messy bun and I have my glasses in since my contacts dried out and I forgot to bring my solution. Noah said he would buy some to keep here if I wanted to stay over again another time. He is perfection. I’m working on finishing touches of my paper when I hear a shutter and look up to see Noah taking a picture of me from the other side of the room “Oh my god Noah nooo” I hold my hand in front of my face like a celebrity hiding from the paparazzi “no pictures please” he laughs and moves to crouch next to me and squish our faces together and flipping the camera to take a selfie “okay, say cheese natty”
“Cheese!” I say and he snaps a few in quick succession.
“I’ll send you these right now. Screensaver material for sure,” he says.
He sends me the photos and I chose one to make as my screensaver.
Ending the night in bed, wrapped in Noah’s arms I fall asleep thinking despite the reason I ended up here, this has been one of the best weekends of my life.
Monday comes and as Noah is walking me to my first period AP history class he stops abruptly, I shift my eyes to see what he’s staring at and it’s Kyle. He’s standing in front of my class. Noah’s breathing quickens and he stalks towards my brother with a palpable anger “you shouldn’t be here right now Kyle” he seethes and places himself in between the two of us. “Walk away” Noah warns.
“I’m only here to try and apologize to my sister, this really isn’t any of your business Sebastian” Kyle retorted back with a snide tone.
“If it has to do with my girlfriend, it’s my business asshole” Noah steps closer to Kyle, his height towering over my brother's 5”10’ frame.
“Really sis? This guy? You’re actually together? After everything I told you”
Before Noah can respond I pipe up “Yes Kyle, really. Noah’s my boyfriend. Like it or not, I don’t give a shit. You have no right to question the choices I make, you have no right to come to me after everything YOUVE done and act like you can tell me what to do. Right now, you need to walk away and leave me alone for the rest of the day. We can talk with mom, after school” I worked to keep my voice down but I know we got a few stares during our exchange. Kyle stares daggers between Noah and I “I don’t like it” he grumbles
“I don’t care” I tell him again. “Hate it all you want, it’s not changing the fact we’re together, so get over it or ignore it Kyle. Now please just let me got to class and leave me alone”
“Fine” Kyle stalks away, stomping dramatically down the hallway and I roll my eyes at his stupid antics.
“I cannot wait until I am done with school and farrr away from him” I say to Noah who’s breathing has evened now that Kyle has left.
“Yes, the sooner we can get you out of that house, the better.” I smile at his unconscious declaration. “We huh? I like the sound of that”
His cheeks are a soft pink “Yeah. We.” He gives me a quick kiss and hug before leaving him to head into my class. “I’ll see you at lunch all right? And text me if Kyle shows up again okay?”
I mock salute “will do. See you later”
The rest of the day goes by smoothly, Kyle took my words seriously and stayed away from me for the rest of the day. When I get home I enter through the front door and hear quiet chatter in the living room as I approach. I hear a voice I haven’t heard in years.
My eyes are wide and my jaw opens when I round the corner and see my father sitting next to my mom on the couch with Kyle across on the recliner.
He turns to me and a smile breaks across his face “Hey Jelly Bean, I missed you baby”
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Next chapter here!
Lemme say that in the lore I’m creating Noah is already 18 (imma have to go back and fix an earlier part..did I mention this is my first fanfic…)because he was held back in a younger grade and Natalie is 17 almost 18. I’m not writing any smut until their both 18 because it feels weird plus she’s waiting for it to be special ❤️
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delicate; b.barnes
chapter fourteen - “pinky promise”
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word count: 2.1k
synopsis: bucky and the reader reconvene after the events of the previous night, figuring out what they need to do from there. pinky promises are endearing but they don’t prevent the effects of distressed regret & emotional frustration.
pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
She awoke with wet regret staining her cheeks. She remembered falling asleep with shame, liquid guilt seeping out of her eyes. Slowly and silently weeping herself to sleep while drunk. What a colossal fucking mistake she made. She felt terrible, and she could only imagine how Bucky felt. She needed to apologize. Immediately.
She found that her shoes were still on when she got out of bed.
"Oh, Christ," she huffed at her messiness.
Regardless, she grabbed a jacket for protection from the chilly Wakandan morning air before rushing to the door, determined to find Bucky as soon as possible and apologize profusely for the previous night.
She opened the door but before she could dash out, she smacked directly into what felt like hard wood. Wait, no. The "hard wood" was a chest, and that chest belonged to a person... it was Bucky. Damn it.
"Sorry!" the two exclaimed simultaneously.
They both backed up.
"Y/N..."
"Bucky."
"Can we talk?"
"Yes. Please."
They awkwardly made their way into the room, eventually sitting side by side on the end of her bed. The air was quiet and void of their usual content and lighthearted atmosphere. Both of them sat staring straight forward.
"Bucky, I... I am so sorry about last night. I know being drunk isn't an excuse for being unprofessional, but I really have no other explanation as to why I'd ever do something so inappropriate. I feel awful and I can't imagine how uncomfortable I've made you. I will completely understand if you don't want to work with me anymore. I can talk to Shuri or T'Challa and we can find someone else to take my place if—"
"Woah," he turned to her, slightly alarmed. "Slow down, slow down. Who said anything about replacing you?"
"Well, I just thought after...last night, you'd rather have someone else work with you. It probably wouldn't be wise to continue treatment with me after certain... professional boundaries have been damaged."
"I'm not working with anyone else."
She looked at him bewildered, but he looked dead serious.
Y/N shook her head. "I—"
"Look, I'm not a therapist and I don't know the criteria of your 'professional boundaries'... But you were drunk. It happens. I don't think any less of you because you had a little too much. Believe me, I've been there."
"I know, but it's not necessarily the drinking that was the problem. It was... my actions."
"Right. And I don't think leaning a couple inches is really grounds for leaving Wakanda."
It was more than just "leaning a couple inches," and she knew that. She was humiliated by her drunken errors, but it was seductively dizzying to be that close to him. In the moment, she relished in every second, every atom of hers that was touching him. However, it was the afterthought that was the problem, the realization of what she had done and how wrong it was.
"Bucky..."
"I'm not working with anyone else."
"I'm not the only good therapist, you know."
"But you're my therapist. I don't want a new one."
"And I don't want to disrupt your progress, but there's no way I can keep treating you after last night."
"Why not? What's gonna happen if you do? Nothing."
"It's not that simple."
"Nobody was here. No one knows but us. There's no way you can get into trouble."
"It's not entirely about getting in trouble. It's about the nature of our relationship and how that change can impact how effectively and ethically I can treat you."
He was quiet for a minute, thinking.
He shook his head, looking down at his feet. "We can work something out..."
"I don't think so, Buck..."
"So you're just gonna leave then?"
"I think that's what needs to happen."
He turned his head to her, making deliberate eye contact.
"Y/N, please."
"All I wanna do is do right by you, and I can't do that after I've compromised our relationship."
"But you didn't compromise—"
"Bucky," she exasperated, "Can you please try to understand?"
"Can you please try not to be so hasty about things? Our relationship is fine. You don't need to leave."
Stubborn. He was being stubborn. But, all she could see was strong will and passion. That was the problem. All his faults morphed into aptitudes when they filtered through her perception.
"I really care about you, Buck. I just want you to have access to the help you need, and as much as I hate to say it, I don't know if I can be that help anymore."
"Can't we just try?"
"Try what?"
"Just... hear me out. We can continue the sessions as if nothing happened, and if everything is fine, then great, but if not, then you can go."
Is that what it would take for him to be okay with her leaving? Is that what it would take to make her departure less of a complete upheaval? There was no way this would work, she thought. But what were the lengths to which she would go to make the transition smoother? Was she willing to make sacrifices to help ease his hardships? She reflected for a minute.
For him, she would. For him, she considered, she'd do most anything.
"Okay," she said after brief contemplation. "We can try. But you have to keep in mind, the entire time, that I still might have to leave in the end."
He smiled, sincerity almost suffocating her. "Thank you."
"Promise me you won't be disappointed if I end up having to leave."
"You want a pinky, blood oath, or spit shake?" he asked, jokingly.
"Bucky," Y/N deadpanned.
"Well, it's not like we need to promise, because you won't have to leave... 'cause everything will be fine."
God, she hoped so.
"Promise me anyway. Just in case."
"Fine. I promise. You have my word."
She held out her hand to him, pinky finger raised high.
"Make it official."
"You know I was kidding?" he asked.
"I know. But you brought it up, so now you're payin' the price," she smiled, feeling herself momentarily slipping back into their dynamic. "Officially promise me with your pinky, James."
In acquiescence, he lifted his hand up to hers, pinky extended, and wrapped their fingers together. As it turned out, her hand had desires of its own and begged for additional contact. It yearned to smooth over the skin of Bucky's hand and press their palms together. Her hand wanted to intertwine the rest of their fingers and hold on ever so tightly. It wanted to hold on and never leave Wakanda, never leave his side.
As it also turned out, the hand is not the mind. These were surely not Y/N thoughts. Definitely not... Desires were kept repressed and no actions were taken. Sorry hand.
Their fingers stayed connected for just a few brief seconds of silence. Not nearly long enough for it to be awkward or for them to get second thoughts about the integrity of their agreement. Their fingers disconnected.
"So..." Bucky started, "are things gonna be weird now? With us?"
"They don't have to be, but I guess it depends."
"On what?"
"I don't know. Whether you're upset with me over what happened - which you have every right to be."
"Upset with you? No! Not at all. It seems like you're more upset than I ever was."
"I'm only upset because of what I did!"
"Well, I'm only upset because you're upset, so... stop being upset."
"I-..." she sighed. "Okay. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. Are we good?"
"You don't have anything to be sorry for..."
"Just say we're good."
She let out a nervous laugh.
"Fine, we're good. I'm just surprised at how you're so cool with this."
"Well, friends bounce back quick, right?"
Her demeanor changed. The mood sunk.
"Bucky..."
"No, no. Don't sit there and tell me that now we aren't friends. You just pinky swore with me," he said with a meek smile, attempting to lift her mood back up. "C'mon, that counts for something."
She looked down at her hands, suddenly missing the skin-to-skin contact. "I just think it might be better to be more professional and less... personal."
"Better for who exactly? 'Cause I know it wouldn't be for me."
She turned her head to look at him, face earnest and contrite. He only looked confused and a little mentally disheveled.
"I want to make this new... plan thing work. If you don't want me to have to leave, we have to reinstate some sort of boundaries, Buck."
"So boundaries means throwing away being friends?"
"I'm not throwing it away. I want to make sure we can be successful, and to be successful we have to be a little more..." she took a breath in, hating how much she kept bringing up this word, "professional. We gotta have more good days than bad, you know?"
A few beats of silence passed them by. Bucky's expression softened to a dangerous level of sincerity.
"I think you are my good days..."
Y/N tore her gaze away. She couldn't do this. She wished he wouldn't say such gentle things; she was trying so hard. The tension in her heart began to frustrate her. And it was because of him. She wished her emotions weren't always so escalated in his proximity.
"How long were you outside for?" she changed the subject.
"All night."
"What?!"
"Just kidding. Only for a couple minutes. Why are you changing the subject?"
"I'm not."
"You really are. And you're uneasy."
Trying to deny feelings was harder when someone else called them out.
"Stop trying to analyze me."
"M'not analyzing. I'm just reading you."
Reading her?
"Reading me?"
"Yeah. You were looking at me, but now you turned away. You're bouncing your leg but otherwise you're completely still, tense, like you are when you're nervous. You're also turned away from me... kinda like you don't wanna be near me."
Yeah, because her heart felt like it was going to burst.
She stood up, walking away from him and his infuriating correctness. How dare he know her like that? Anger bubbled in her stomach. She faced him, arms crossed over her chest, as if shielding herself from his prying efforts to understand her personality. How dare he decipher her.
"Really?" she huffed, amped up nervousness morphing into irritation. "You barely slept last night, and it's not just noticeable because of the bags under your eyes. You do this thing when you're tired - you blink really slowly and then rub your eyes. It's subtle. How's that for reading? Oh, and you're more uncomfortable about having one arm than you let on. When you sit next to me, you always make sure to sit so that your arm is on my side. In fact, you're so bad at tolerating uncomfortable that you refuse to even think about getting a new therapist - even though it's the right thing to do - because you don't want to deal with the change."
She took a breath after expelling her vexation. Bucky stared at her with wide eyes, never before hearing her angry, much less at him.
"That's not why..." he all but whispered.
"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"
"Apparently not," he rolled his eyes. "And I thought we made a deal."
"I think you should leave."
He looked up at her. "Y/N.."
She turned away from him, deciding she couldn't handle looking him in the eyes.
Glancing at the door, she muttered, "I'll see you at our next session."
"But— I thought..."
"A deal's a deal. I'll see you, Bucky."
The room was eerily silent until Bucky decided to move. She could feel his eyes on her, searching for something, anything out of her. Perhaps she was hasty, but there was no room for second thoughts, second emotions. She completely steeled herself. Feeling around him was just... a lot. A lot to deal with. Maybe too much.
"Okay," he said, voice quiet. "I'll see you... I guess."
With that, he left. He left her in an empty room with empty feelings and an empty hand. She looked down at that hand, the very same one that wrapped its finger around his in the lighthearted simplicity of a juvenile gesture. Joy with Bucky was like that - simple. Being happy was effortless with him. Yet, it was so troublesome to be displeased with him. She could sense another distressed night sleep coming her way.
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Next To You (Bucky x reader)
Just a little one shot I wrote after watching FATWS on repeat. (I tried to make it gender neutral but I may have missed something so I'm sorry if it's not!)
Rating: Mature
No use of Y/N
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Bucky is having nightmares, and you're there to comfort him. Based on the Julia Michaels song If You Need Me. (so if the ending sounds dumb go listen to the song you'll understand why lol)
Warnings: Fluff & angst I guess idk, kinda dark themes, because well it's Bucky. Just two people who have definitely been through some shit. Oh ya that reminds me swearing. Suggested that intercourse has happened but nothing descriptive. A little (a lot) about trauma but mostly about nightmares. If I missed something pls lemme know, I don't want anyone to feel triggered reading. But if you can watch the show and be fine, you'll probably be okay with this.
Also just letting you know if I put ~ its cause I switch the focus from Bucky to reader, but I'm not switching POV completely its all written in reader POV.
Every night brought pieces of the past. He never knew which memory would be dragged to the surface once he let his subconscious take over - clawing and scrapping against the walls he put up, begging to be let out; to be confronted.
Some nights were worse than others of course.
He wasn’t sure how he was ever going to out run the monsters of his past. For a while he just stopped sleeping. It may not have been a permanent fix, but he thought some relief was better than none at all. He used to go days, even weeks, without sleep during the war, so he figured it might be the best way to silence the past.
Dr. Raynor, however, caught on quick.
A lot of her methods seemed like bullshit to Bucky. He could tell she was genuinely trying to help him, but he doubted anything she had anything to offer him that would prove to be effective.
But at the end of the day she was definitely no fool. He had a tough time lying to her. She didn’t take anyone's crap, and that might have been the only reason he trusted her, even a little. It may have been the only reason he actually gave it a sincere try (besides the fact he’d be arrested if he didn’t).
So he probably shouldn’t have been surprised when she caught on to his sleep strike. In fact she called him out on it only three days in. He thought he’d get longer than that. Even so, he was almost relieved. After only 72 hours he already felt the nightmares slowly creeping into the day. Every time a door slammed or a car horn blared his body tensed. Every time he turned a corner he’d reach for a knife he no longer carried. So maybe it was better to let his past haunt his nightmares. That way he’d be alone when the memories took over. That way he wouldn’t hurt anyone else.
But he made a mistake. He did what he told himself he could never do. He let you get too close.
Falling asleep in your arms felt better than any therapy session he could ever imagine. It was the first time in forever he could remember what it was like to be his younger self. The version of him that marvelled at the idea of flying cars; who thought he could save the world by enlisting. The dreamy eyed boy who was hopeful for the future, who thought he had a future.
Lying next to you made him feel in control, like his problems didn’t matter. He was there to keep you safe, and warm, and comfortable. He never thought he’d feel like that with anyone. He didn’t think he was allowed.
You didn’t question his metal arm for starters. When Bucky took off his jacket, after the hundredth time you insisted - “It’s like 100 degrees in here Bucky, please take it off, you’re gonna melt” - he thought he’d instantly regret it. But you simply looked at it with wonder for only a moment, before returning your eyes up to his own. Staring back at you, he saw the wheels in your brain click into place. He could almost hear your thoughts as you decided what your next move would be.
In the blink of his eyes you tore your shirt off and stood completely still in front of him. For a moment his emotions were mixed, and he worried where your sudden advancement came from, but then he saw it. A thick white mark slashed across your torso.
You took only one step forward before speaking. “It’s not exactly… I know it’s not the same thing at all. But the scars - the marks we carry - they’ll be with us forever, whether we like it or not. Even if they remind us of the worst pieces of ourselves, or the worst moments of our lives, it reminds us that we can move forward. And it reminds me that there’s something to move forward to. I don’t know…it doesn’t really make any sense but somehow it’s almost comforting. To know that something will always be with us, till the end”
His mouth was on yours in an instant.
He had been hesitant to let anyone in. After coming back - after going through everything he’d been through - he felt like damaged goods. He worried that the minute he let himself be happy, everything would come crashing down again, and he had good reason to believe it. It just kept happening over and over. It seemed like every time he found even a small amount of peace, the battle made its way back to him.
But when he found you, when he felt you, he felt peace. The softness of your skin, the gentle wave of your hair, the light scrape of your fingernails against his back and chest, your quiet moans muffled by his own mouth on yours. Being with you made the horrors of his past melt away. Even when you clamped down around him and bit into his shoulder muscle, even when he knew you’d left marks all over his skin. Knowing they came from you made all the difference. They didn’t remind him of the wars he fought, or lives he took, or the atrocities he committed. The sting of your nails and teeth weren’t pains from his past, they were reminders of his present, of the possibility of a life he could have. With you.
But in the end he knew that it was all wishful thinking. He knew he wasn’t cut out for that type of future. He knew you deserved better.
So he decided to let you off easy, to disappear from your life, leaving your shared experience to the confines of your bedroom. A memory, nothing more. He knew he’d have to sneak away once you fell asleep, because that way it might not feel real. Everything that happened between you might disappear with him.
But then he fucked up.
He was waiting for your breath to even out, a sign he would take to mean you had fallen asleep, but after listening to the air rush out of your body, and watching your bare chest rise and fall, your hypnotic essence overpowered his will, and he fell asleep alongside you.
Only he wasn’t asleep for long.
Eventually the past caught up, as it always had a way of doing. Images, and sounds, and smells all came flooding back to his uninhibited brain - sleep made him an easy target. He was vulnerable to every torment he caused, and every mission he was forced to carry out. Tonight was no exception. His brain managed to sift through every wall he thought he had up, and trudge yet another painful memory to the surface. The image of himself taking life after life, cruelly and viciously. There was no remorse, no stopping him. He saw every crime lord and politician he was made to terminate. Until his brain moved away to a new idea. The image of a young woman. Innocent and pure. But in the way of his mission. The Winter Soldier spared none.
He woke up in a blind panic. His surroundings were unfamiliar. Something was wrong. Was he being held captive or-
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“Hey,” you made yourself known to him, and he twisted his head back to see you sit up beside him. You were quiet, and a worried expression blanketed your face.
Is he angry, you thought for a moment? No. Your brain was tired, and it was slow to process. Not angry, scared.
You knew from the minute you saw his arm that there was more going on. You already had some suspicions, nevertheless you expected there to be something like this.
For a moment, the two of you stared at each other in silence. You watched him regain his breath, and you carefully shifted your legs to sit crossed underneath you.
His steel blue eyes cut through the darkness, pinning you down. You wondered what was going on in his mind, what he might be doing to regain his grip on reality. You knew this moment too well. The quiet. The darkness. The fear. Not sure of how to move forward.
You were scared too, but not of him - more like you were scared for him. You knew he must be going through something, and you wanted to be there to help, but you also knew that was easier said than done. “Being there to help” was a nice concept, but in reality - well things were generally more complicated. You didn’t know if it’d be alright to approach him, mainly because you were unsure of your role in all this. Were you really someone he wanted around when he was so obviously vulnerable? You’d never seen him so raw and exposed, like a wound you wished you could tend to, while also fearing that your interference could make things worse.
You knew he wasn’t going to ask for your help, you could see he wasn’t that kind of man, but maybe if you made the first step, and let him choose - maybe he’d let you in. So, you held out your hand and waited. After a moment, you saw him move, only slightly though. His eyes darted down towards your hand and he subtly lifted his fingers off the bed. But it only lasted a second. He froze again, hand hovering near yours, and that’s when you realized he had been reaching for you with his left hand. You had been wary to touch it before, you thought it was probably a sensitive subject. Something about the idea of touching his metal arm seemed more personal, if that was possible. Like only the most trusted people in his life might be allowed to… and maybe not even then.
You felt your own eyes drop to your lap, an almost nervous energy now emanating in the space between you. But just before you could drop your hand too, his fingers hesitantly entwine with yours.
You shot your eyes up to see his right hand grazing the palm of your left. As your gaze slowly elevated, you found your way to meet his own eyes, only to notice the very sudden change in them. Whatever fear or darkness hid their before had now melted away. You couldn’t place it, but whatever emotion he now held sent a chill from your core to your fingertips. A lump in your throat formed and for a moment, you thought you might never be able to breath again. The look in his eyes was almost soft, but with a hint of yearning. Fire was blazing through every nerve in your body, while a chill kissed your skin, making every hair stand on edge.
Feeling outrageously brave, you took your free hand up to his jaw and held him there, gently swiping your thumb over his cheek, and allowing your fingers to reach slightly past his hairline and to the back of his neck. You wondered if he could feel the raging storm of your emotions through your touch.
“You okay?” you managed to whisper to him.
“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before” his answer pierced your ears with a hard tone, refusing to let any vulnerability resonate in his voice.
You shake your head at him, wishing he wouldn’t play pretend. “Okay then,” you mumble, letting your hand drop from his face. But as it fell, Bucky was quick to grab it, and hold it with a gentle squeeze. When you looked at him again, you knew he meant it as a reassurance, trying to tell you that he was okay.
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He couldn’t handle the way you looked at him. Like you could see every thought in his head. A knowing gleam in your eyes told him that you didn’t believe him, and you’d be right not to. He wasn’t okay. He never really was. There was so much darkness surrounding him, poisoning every inch of his life. But you. Your touch was gentle and your voice was kind, and even though he had just seen your scar, he couldn’t help but think your world must have been so much brighter than his own. Looking in your eyes, he almost wished he’d never met you. He was so afraid that his pain might infect you too, the only good thing he had left. He wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself if he let that happen; if he let his past ruin your future.
He wanted to leave, he needed to get out, before any of that could happen.
He slid off the bed quickly, and made his way to grab his clothes, but before he could you grabbed his hand - his left hand.
“Please Bucky don’t.” was all you could say. But the way your voice broke, on the verge of tears, fear of being rejected, of being left alone in the dark by the only man you ever wanted to let in - it was enough to stop his heart. He stood there, frozen from your touch. You kept his hand in yours, and for a second you worried it was too much. You worried you betrayed whatever trust you had built with him. Just holding his bare metal hand felt more violating and revealing than the fact that both of you remained completely naked. But you didn’t want to pull away. You didn’t want him to think you were afraid of him, afraid of the fact his hand could pulverize yours in a second - because you weren’t. You’d felt his touch. You knew how gentle and caring he could be. And you wanted him to see it too. That he wasn’t defined by his worst fears.
You pulled your body towards him, kneeling at the edge and facing him, “You don’t have to leave.” you spoke softly, as if he might be spooked and run off if you were any louder. “You don’t have to push everyone away. Please don’t push me away… I-”
Before you could finish, he was crashing into you. His tongue invading your mouth, like he was trying to soak up your unsaid words. His hands held your waist in place against his, steady and strong, but there was still resistance in his fingers; a hesitance to use too much force with you. You could feel how he feared he might hurt you.
Slowly you leaned back, feathering your fingers over his shoulders to guide him with you, and when he hovered over you, you let them slide into his hair, grabbing what you could and leading his head down…
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You lay there in the dark with your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart, feeling the crisp sting of metal graze your back. And even though you knew it was ridiculous, all you could think about was how you wanted to keep him safe. The man was stronger than any other human being, and probably thought you were fragile and helpless, and needed his protection more than anything. But still, you wanted him to be okay. You wanted him to know he could be safe.
“I’ll fight them for you.” you whimper quietly, suddenly worried that Bucky may have already fallen back to sleep.
“Huh? Who- what do you mean?” his words stuttered and tripped over his tongue. His half sleeping brain was suddenly running a mile a minute trying to decipher your statement. Who were you fighting? Why would you need to fight them for him? Surely he was more capable of fighting anyone off. He should be protecting you-
“The monsters” you said a little louder. The words feel childish and awkward in your mouth, and once you said them, you wished to take them back. But you decided to push forward, “if you want me to… if you need me… I’m here”
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#bucky barns x reader#bucky x you#bucky x reader#fatws bucky#fatws#the falcon and the winter solider spoilers#tfatws#fanfic#post snap#marvel
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KAITO BREEDING KINK WITH A C H U N K Y AFAB READER,JUST A SMIDGE OF PUDGE(Please I'm so self conscious)
Kaito Momota x Chubby AFAB!Reader
a/n: ...
*screaming internally cause I love me some Kaito and I FEEL you on the self-consciousness aw)*
warnings: well breeding obviously. also the slightly notion of the reader perceived as motherly. + mention of pictures taken without readers knowledge
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You were never skinny, it always bothered you. Understanding that being chubby wasn’t bad, it still did. It made you feel ugly. There were days where you felt thag you couldn’t even look in the mirror. It was that bad. It sure as hell surprised you when your now boyfriend of a year had asked you out, Kaito Momota.
Regardless of his height being taller, you still felt bigger than him. Being vocal of your insecurities, he made sure to reassure you when he heard them. “God, no, baby,” he’d say to you,“You’re beautiful”. He’d smother you in kisses to reassure you. Still, you felt he was slightly repulsed by your physique.
The reality was quite the opposite.
He loved that about you.
There was something about having a bigger s/o, well, chubby s/o that drove him insane. It was just something that gave off a motherly feeling and what can he say? He loves milfs (canon btw). When he first saw you, he thought you were so cute. He dare not act sexually attracted to you, though. Once he did, you thought he was joking and then told him you were insecure about having sex.
So, nothing happened.
He isn’t completely innocent, though. Sure, he won’t express how sexually attracted to you he is in front of you, but it’s different behind closed doors. On your second date you worse a skirt, one exposing your thighs. That was all he thought about. Don’t get me started on beach day. You were dating for 8 months at that point, he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.
“I’m sure you look fine!”
“No! I look terrible!”
“Just come outtt. I’d like to actually spend my day with you”
“Okay, just—I’ll get out in a bit. You go set up”
Kaito had gone to set up your spot, laying down on a sheet he had laid out on the sand. “Hey, I’m here now”. He looked at you and felt his throat dry as you stood in a white and yellow polka dotted two-piece. “Can you hold me so people don’t see me as much”. He eagerly nodded, desperate to have his hands on you. As the day went by, he was able to sneak some photos of you. When he got home, he lay back in bed: cock in one hand and your photos in the other.
He craved you after that day.
Now, you were home and he came to visit. “Hey, baby,” he greeted you and kissed you. “Hiii”. You went straight to the room, cuddling in bed while a movie played on TV. Neither of you had seen it, but it’s not like you were really watching it either. You two were making out, so lost in each other. You decided it’d be best to try something new.
“Can I try something?”
“Sure, go ahead”
You straddled him, Kaito grunting when you landed. “Just let me know if I’m crushing you,” you warned. He nodded, but when you leaned down to kiss him, he nearly gasped, covering his mouth and part of his face. You, for the first time ever, were on his lap, and it wasn’t helping that you had a low cut blouse on.
So just, boobs in his face.
He was shuddering, so you assumed the worse. “I knew it, I’m too heavy,” you mumbled,“I’m sorry”. He grabbed your waist before you could, his hands were shaking. “Can I be honest with you?”. You nodded.
“You’re actually making me really hard right now”
“H-Huh?”
“I need to fuck you. I need to feel you over my cock. I-I want to breed you”
You were blushing. A lot. “Kaito, you shouldn’t say such things,” you whispered,“Especially when you don’t mean them—”. He knocked you over onto the bed, pulling off your shorts. He realized that you weren’t going to believe him unless he proved himself. He got between your legs, kissing your thighs. “K-Kaito,” you sighed, your heart racing as he got closer. He was having the time of his life. “You’re so warm and so soft,” he muttered, taking your panties off,“Your pussy, it’s so pretty...can we try something?”
“Uh, okay. What is it?”
“Can you sit on my face?”
“What?!”
“I’m begging you. Please, just sit on my fucking face”
You blushed. “I’ll crush you for sure!,” you told him, he still didn’t care. “Baby, please”. You eventually went with it. Its not that you didn’t want to, you just genuinely believed you’d hurt him. He lay down and you got into the position. “Is this okay?”
“Lower”
“Okay...How’s—ah!”
Before you could even process anything, Kaito was already lapping up your folds, eating you as if your pussy was the Last Supper. Your moans and soft whimpers fueled him to have less mercy on you. You then noticed the tent he was pitching in his jeans. Quickly, you bent over, undoing his button and zipper. You pulled his cock out, quickly putting your mouth over it. He groaned against your pussy, locking around your thighs. “Are you enjoying yourself, baby?,” he asked, placing kisses on your clit every now and then.
“Hah- Yes..”
“Get off now”
You did as you were told, laying down. He spread your legs and held them up. “I’m going to destroy that pretty pussy,” he whispered before slamming right into you. He groaned softly feeling how wet you were around him. This was just what he wanted, it was also just what you needed. His hips were good to you, just as he was good at reading you. Based on how noisy you were, that’s how he’d fuck you. He would try hitting different spots, finally finding the one that made your whines grow louder. “You like that, don’t you?,” he teased, holding your jaw.
“I-I...”
“Mmm, just ease into it, baby. God, you’re so pretty..”
“Kaito, I-”
“I love every inch of you. Fuck, it makes me so hard..Your body is just so hot. I’ve wanted to have it all for myself for so long. I needed it”
Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, he winced slightly as he felt himself closer to cumming. “S-Sorry,” you whined, but all he did was shush you. He kissed you, which helped shutting your apologetic self up and also tasting your kind lips. After feeling that he’s kissed you to your heart’s content, he grabbed your legs. Pushing them back, he thrust harder into you. “K-Kaito! Y-You’re gonna make me cum...,” you whined.
You were in ruins as you hit your first climax, but he wouldn’t be finished when he hit his. You felt his first load shoot inside you, flipping you on your stomach after. He thrust into you without warning, holding your waist. His fingers dug into your skin and his hands were cold. “You’re so soft,” he muttered. Kaito’s face was terribly flushed. His face was red and he knew he wouldn’t last long inside you, but he wanted to keep filling you. Your body was more than he had ever imagined. When he jerked off, he took his time. It usually took him about an hour and a few minutes to finish. Now that he was inside you, that time was going to be cut by half, if not, more.
You tried your best not to cum so quick. Especially, for a second time. Yet, you were already so sensitive and you couldn’t hold it in much longer. The feeling of Kaito grabbing your waist and slamming into your spot was too much. “K-Kaito?”.
“Yeah?”
“Can I cum?”
“You don’t needa ask me. Relax”
He held your hair, tugging it slightly. He was ramming into you at full force, his hips slapping against your ass. Your stomach immediately sank and you felt like you were falling. You were a mess of moans, your walls pulsating around his cock. He grunt, thrusting faster as his load shot into you. You came right after that, now his loads inside you enough to feel. You fell onto the bed, he joined you. He caressed your cheek. Panting, he asked,“C-Can you go for one more?”. You knew your body was going to be in a state of shock tomorrow, but you wanted him so bad. You nodded and he kissed you.
“I’ll take it slow, but I need you on top of me again. You’re gonna ride me now”
You almost moaned at his words and now extremely nervous. “O-Okay, lay down”. You got up and straddled him, positioning yourself above his cock. Slowly you lowered yourself, letting him penetrate you. His breath was sharp as he covered his face. He was in deep, using his last bit of strength to stop himself from immediately bucking his hips and fucking right up into you. “I-Is this okay?,” you asked him. It was more than okay to him. He nodded, now quieter than before. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”. He nodded once again. You slowly rolled your hips as he was inside you, stimulating yourself a little. He suddenly didn’t know where to put his hands, although he wanted them to be everywhere at once. Eventually, with one hand covering his mouth, the other grabbed your thigh. Now, you were ruining him. He was so shy and so quiet.
You’ve gotta admit: it was kinda cute.
You began to raise you hips, just a little, then dropping back onto his cock; earning a moan from him. He was resisting the urge to fuck you to the next day, but it was getting so hard to do so. Without saying a word, he pulled you torso down. Your tits in his face, he began to suck on your nipple as his free hand pinched and played with the other. You whined, riding him a little faster, grinding down a little when you landed. It felt even better since you were filled with his cum and awaiting another load.
Now, you wanted him to fuck you and you wanted him to fuck you hard. “K-Kaito, I need you to fuck me,” you whispered,“Make me yours, please. I need it to ache”. Without hesitation, he let his hips break and slam right up into you. He bounced you as he wrapped his arms around you almost in a hug. You felt buildup in your tear ducts as he kept hitting your sweetest of spots. It wasn’t fair, you thought. How he was able to make you feel so good.
That’s when you began to explore him. As he fucked you, you lowered yourself more to kiss him. You kissed his nose, focusing on his lips for a bit. You then brought your kisses lower. He loved when you kissed his neck, but that wasn’t his spot. You brought your kisses a little bit higher. As you did, his breath hitched and you knew you were getting closer. Finally, you reached his jaw. A snicker that broke into a sweet moan escaped your lips as you began kissing his jaw. He gasped, moaning softly. “Gotcha,” you whispered, bitting his ear lobe and kissing his jaw again. You felt him twitch inside you as you did and he kept fucking you harder and harder. Kaito was in pure bliss, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was going to make sure to warn you, whilst you didn’t say anything because you couldn’t control it.
“I’m gonna..”
“What is it?”
He didn’t even repeat himself, he just begged you to kiss him. His tongue entered your mouth, refusing to build up to that. His hands placed on your boobs, squeezing them as he came. You moaned, arching your back and collapsing on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and still inside you. “You’re so good,” he said between kisses,“You’re so fucking good”. He held you as you got up and lay next to him, all shaky. He parted your legs, spreading your pussy just to watch his cum spill out. You covered your face and turned around. He laughed and pulled you to him.
“You’re really hot”
“Really?”
“Yes, doll. I love you”
He threw a blanket over the two of you, cuddling nude. You were exhausted, nuzzling his chest. “You going to bed?”. You nodded, eyes closed. He chuckled. “I love you, Kaito...”. You just knocked out like that. “Alright, baby,” he whispered, kissing you,“Sleep tight”.
#danganronpa#fanfic#smut#kaito momota#kaito x reader#kaito momota x reader#danganronpa fic#x reader#kaito smut#kaito momota smut#v3#v3 killing harmony#killing harmony#dr v3#danganronpa v3
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No Touching
[Ava Starr x Female!Reader]
Summary: Friend dates with Ava always brighten your day (and night). Tonight is more enlightening than brightening, though…
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Word count: 1.7 words
Warning(s): 14+ | angst, gay panic, dolls, 1 (one) racist antique, Steven Segal movie, chronic pain, tears.
AN: No actually I didn't bother to edit this, not doing that anymore, I think too much as it is. As always, I write with a black reader in mind but feel free to read even if you aren't. 🖤
You are eighty percent sure that you and Ava are dating.
85%... 78%... 81.5% sure.
It would probably be best if you cleared that up (but be cool about it though). You've started seeing each other more and more, and on purpose no less. Never a dull conversation, she's reluctant to share some of her life story but she's eager to know everything about you and you're more than happy to indulge. It's not like you know nothing about her; you just don't know the specifics of her past.
Her parents died when she was young, she's ex-military (you think?), and she just came off of a huge life change and is getting used to what she calls 'real life.' You figure out she's a bit of a shut in and hates crowds, so you go out of your way to show her quiet places and introduce her to things she's never tried before. The bowl by your front door where you put your keys has 20 or 30 marbles from ramune bottles in it. You can't seem to ring her secret out of her, she just gives you this cryptic knowing smile and laughs at your attempts to sweet talk or annoy it out of her.
You feel so close, growing closer still, she's quickly become the best part of your week, and you catch yourself thinking about her even when she's not with you. But you've never held hands. Hell, you've never even so much as brushed shoulders with her by accident. If you're dating, shouldn't you at least hug her goodbye? Is she even able to be into you like that??
You try not to let the panic set in as you stand outside of the antiques mall. You told her you liked old things and promised to show her your favorite pastime. God, how do you go about this? Should you just flirt with her and see how she reacts? Also how does one flirt? What if you’re fucking up and she really just wants to be friends? God knows you could use some friends right now.
When she does appear, you do nothing. You continue to act relaxed and enjoy her presence, promising yourself you’ll ask about it afterwards. Ava’s wearing that grey jacket again made of a thin sports fabric and you make a mental note it might rain today.
“Ava,” you stage whisper, waving her out of the jewelry section by the front desk and into the maze of vintage old clothes and furniture. “Back here, to the left.”
Deep deep deep in a corner of the massive store, Ava stops dead in her tracks (you run into her but back away quickly) and stares.
“This... is…” Ava covers her mouth with her hands to hold her laughter in, “ghastly.”
The shelf is wide, with dark wood trimming and protective glass. The lights are almost fluorescent as they illuminate dozens of humanoid dolls. Some are cute, but some are also creepy, unnerving, down right scary.
You point at the one with the Jonbenet Ramsey likeness and deep cracks in her porcelain face. It was overly large compared to the rest, having to have stuffed legs crossed like a sitting child. "I think I fear that one the most."
You felt Ava shiver and didn't even realize you were standing that close. Her eyes darted from face to face, taking in every terrible and wonderful detail of them. You smelled coconut in her hair and tried to distance yourself a bit, missing the conversation. "Huh?"
"I said they're haunted, aren't they?"
"That one definitely is." You look over the other dolls. "I don't know, I think the rest are kinda cute. 'Cept that one: that one can fuck off straight to hell."
Down on the second shelf where the light began to struggle in reach belied an offensive porcelain joke. The decoration portrayed an over animated child at play, with oil black skin, fat red lips, and bulbous eyes. This child was dressed in white rags and sucking on a wedge of fruit. Guess which one. Fucking guess, I dare you.
"It's not even a fucking doll," Ava grumbled. "Why is it here?"
You leaned in to whisper, "someday, I'm gonna buy that thing just to fucking smash it on the pavement."
"Oh, what a lovely sound it would make."
You hum. "I'm not gonna give nobody money for that trash. Can't steal it either, we'd never make it to the door."
Ava looked over her shoulder with a cheeky smile. "We?"
You simply tilt your head at her, and she huffs out a laugh. She nodded as if agreeing with you, then drifted away from the case like a wary woman. You toured through the rest of the store like a treasure trove of other people's memories, war memorabilia, ancient brand merchandise (why would anyone want a life size green m&m in their house? Who is this for?), and paintings from the dadeism era by unpopular artists. You ate lunch at the vendor shops in downtown and retired to your place for a movie.
You must have fallen asleep at the beginning but you came to during some big shootout between Steven Segal and generic Latino drug dealer #7 when you accidentally dropped your hand into Ava's lap. Quickly, Ava withdrawals, thrusting herself to the other side of the couch as if in disgust. Your head jerks up in hurt and confusion, you hadn't even felt anything except a light tingling. You could barely hear the tv audio over the sound of blood rushing in your ears.
"You can't touch me," Ava spat. "You just can't. Ever. Please…"
"I'm sorry. Ava, I– I am so, so sorry I didn't mean to–"
"It's not your fault and you didn't know," she mumbled and faltered, "it's just… you can't."
You feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to swallow. "I'm sorry. Really. It won't happen again."
Ava looked up at you guiltily and sighed. She folded her legs and eased herself off of the couch arm rest, hands tucked into her lap and unable to meet your eyes anymore.
"It's not what you think it is," she explained. "I… I have a condition of sorts. And it… it hurts.”
Her words put a hold on the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Like a… skin condition? Or nerves or something?”
Ava nodded quickly. “Yes. yes, like a nerves thing. My um, my nervous system. It's chronic."
“Oh Ava,” you cover your heart with a breathy sigh, “of course! I wish I’d known I would have never–”
“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m really glad you understand. Sorry I freaked out, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything.”
You tried to blow a raspberry. “It’s whatever, didn’t hurt my feelings.”
Yeah, you could hear the weakness of the lie, too. Still, Ava went and parked herself on the couch exactly where she was before– close but not too close. Warm but not quite touching. You were ready to let it slide and go right back to pretending to watch the movie when–
“So what’s going on between us exactly? I like girls– I like you– and I don’t mean just in a friend sort of way– is it maybe sorta possible you might feel the same way about me?”
Who said that? You? Honestly you’re feeling a little dizzy as you try and stare a hole in the tv screen. And Ava? Well at least she didn’t hold you in suspense for too long. She chuckled– and god you had to look. You had to know if she was laughing at you or with you. Your eyes snapped to her completely unmocking face.
She blinked at you, bit her lip even. “Yes, I am.. Capable of liking girls. Might prefer them actually. And I definitely like you in a more-than-a-friend sort of way.”
It takes a second to sink in. OK, it takes a hot minute to sink in. Like the movie ended and you walked Ava home and you slept in until 10 am and made omelettes for breakfast at noon and laid down on your floor staring at the ceiling until sundown. Yeah that kind of hot minute. And your lips curled into a soft smile because you had a girlfriend and she liked girls and you could not be happier than you are right now.
~
Ava asked you to meet her on the corner by the antiques mall that night. You don’t know how but she got her grubby, thieving little mitts on that disgusting tar baby doll from the haunted doll shelf. You made her swear up and down she didn’t pay real money for it, then nearly pulled out your hair when you realized it meant she definitely stole it and–
"How the ffffUCK do you just DO that?!"
"Slight of hand," she mused.
Fuck, and she was a geek. Yeah, you're definitely in love. She pushes the ugly thing into your hands and despite being cold porcelain it feels like it's burning.
"Do the honors."
There's no build up. No ceremony. You don't want to drag this out anymore. You take a swinging leap and spike that shit and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces with the most glorious sound you'll ever hear. You land in slow motion, already replaying the image of thick glass pieces cracking on the indigo pavement. You stand over your mess, triumphant.
The quiet of the night time street drifts back to you, as does Ava. "I'll be honest I expected a big speech."
You shrug. "I've been waiting too long to do that. Thank you, Ava. I mean it."
"Oh believe me it was my pleasure." Ava swaggers closer to you and if you didnt know better you'd think she was going in for a kiss. "Tonight, the tar baby. Tomorrow, the world."
You resist the urge to clap her on her shoulders and throw your hands in the air instead. "Sounds like a date!"
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#ava starr#ava starr x female reader#i have no excuse i just think she's neat#three bees writing#angst#antman and the wasp#marvel ghost
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"recess, I'm tired" (Iida Tenya X Reader)
This is the second part to: ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/611326356316389376/can-you-meet-me-tonight-in-detention-iida-tenya
Summary: After snapping at Iida and some of your classmates, you feel horrible and want to make it up to them.
This was originally supposed to be a big one-shot but ended up being a two-parter since it was WAY too big lol but it worked out for the best! I hope this will be a satisfying conclusion :3
Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGkF8635zSE
A COUPLE OF SECONDS AGO…
No more negativity. Not right now.
You wanted positivity, and show that kind positivity to your classmates from now on. As soon as you were finished with your paper and handed it to Mic, you were rushing out the door. “You got this!!” He made sure to give you that support too, because he knew a stressed-out student when he saw one and that’s the only reason you got upset in the first place. They needed to do something about students and mental health…
AFTER DETENTION…
Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh
Don't let them try (ooh)
Don't let them hurt you, baby
Just say, "Recess, I'm tired"
Going back to the dorms after detention was… awkward. As awkward as class was the entire time, because once you entered the dorms many of your classmates glanced at you only to quickly look away as if they were afraid you were going to snap again. That and some of the more considerate ones didn’t want to just poke and prod at you until you get irritated again, they were pretty certain you didn’t want to be reminded of what went down this morning.
You tried to wave at some classmates like Kaminari and Sero, and thankfully they gave you waves in return but they looked very nervous and scared even. Sighing, you shook your head and headed to your room and you saw Midoriya with his squad consisting of Uraraka, Todoroki and Iida…
Oh God…
“Hi (Y/N)! How was… detention? They weren’t too harsh on you were they? Present Mic is always making us write in English…” Uraraka however, tried to be mediator and see how you were doing even though she was very aware you and Iida were still not happy with each other. Iida more so no doubt as you had come down from your angry high a while ago.
“It was… it was fine… it wasn’t that bad… he wasn’t that bad either.” You nervously mumbled as you only noticed Midoriya, Todoroki and Uraraka looking at you. Iida didn’t even gaze in your direction, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same.
“Are you okay?” And to your great surprise, Todoroki of all people asked you if you were feeling okay as you blinked a bit. That genuinely surprised you even though you knew Todoroki was a nice guy, it still shocked you.
With a slow, hesitant nod you mumbled ‘Kinda’ and the boy silently nodded in reply. Todoroki understood why you got so upset, after all, he’s certainly overreacted when he was angry too so he didn’t and wouldn’t judge you.
“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better (L/N)… see you at dinner.” Midoriya’s words were genuine as he wanted to be polite to you despite what you said to him. And he wasn’t one to hold grudges so he acted like everything was okay as he gave you a small smile even though he didn’t really make eye contact with you and you nodded, unable to give any sort of eye contact in return.
“See ya…” Glancing away you let the four walk past you. Iida wasn’t even going to talk to you and that… hurt. He always had something to say but remained silent the entire time you and he were in proximity. You knew that was earned though because you were SUCH a jerk to him this morning, and that’s what stung the most, that you did that. You hurt his feelings and now you were paying the price as you walked glumly to your room and keep thinking about what you did.
THAT NIGHT…
Sittin' in my room, looking at all I've done
Everything I wanted has come to fruition
I should be happy but I can't get out my bed
Stressin' 'bout the voices screamin' inside my head
You could barely sleep as you had your headphones on and listened to your music. Even as the song played in your ears and that was all you could hear, all you could see was the faces of the ones you hurt this morning.
Midoriya. Yaoyorozu. Ojiro, Aoyama. Jirou. Iida…
Oh god why did it have to be them? You really didn’t mean to hurt them, you were just so upset and they were in the line of fire but still. You felt horrible.
All you could see was the tears in their eyes because of the way you yelled at them and insulted them. They really didn’t deserve it.
You wanted to say that you deserved to feel like this, but at the same time you didn’t want to beat yourself up too-too much. It’s not like you asked for these emotions or this stress that ate you up inside.
Yes you were at UA, yes you were in the Hero Course, but getting closer to what you want or trying to get closer to what you want meant having to constantly work and be under constant stress. It’s horrible, and you just needed a break. Like the one you had now that really let you think about everything, even if it made you feel bad. And then you started to think that maybe you should have opened up to someone about this instead of exploding.
Of course how could you have come up with a plan when all of that stress was in your head? Now you knew at least, and from now on you were going to start doing that and find someone to open up to and let others give you help.
You knew that now, and you knew that you needed to talk and apologize to all of your friends and all the ones you hurt.
3 DAYS LATER…
Now that tests were over for now, everyone was able to do their own things for the time being while it was the weekend. And after three long nights of tossing and turning, you felt EXTREMELY bad about what you said to your classmates. It was just not right to have been so cruel to them when they were actually trying to help you.
So, you had to make this right. Yeah they were still avoiding you for the past three days and to an extent a majority of your classmates also avoided you but still wanted to make this right. Without even thinking, you snuck out of the dorms and immediately ran to the nearest stores to go and buy something nice for everyone, but especially the ones whose feelings you hurt.
Damn… you weren’t good at getting things for people, so you just did what you did in doubt, which was buy some sweets for everyone. Chocolate, along with several ‘I’m sorry’ cards that you got from the birthday card kiosk.
You didn’t go back into the dorms until you were done signing each and every card, and then you also brought some baskets and also a cute little teddy bears, one for Yaoyorozu. And also a cute little All-Might figurine for Izuku. You wanted to get something nice for Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama but you didn’t really know what they liked…
So you settled on buying them some gift cards, when in doubt, use gift cards as well. Some place preferably not fast food though, since everyone in this class was a freaking health-nut, but thankfully they all liked Starbucks…
You hoped Iida would like it too, him you especially owed an apology to. At least for lashing out, you weren’t really going to apologize for your stress because that wasn’t something you could help, you would just apologize for hurting their feelings.
Still, stepping foot back into the dorms was awkward as your telekinesis allowed you to hold everything you had for your classmates as you hid behind the corner and saw everyone in the commons and the kitchen as they sat either at the tables or the couch.
They didn’t see you yet (except maybe Shouji) but that was good, you didn’t want to be seen just yet.
“Ahem…”
People gonna say
If you need a break, someone'll take your place
People gonna try
To tell you that you're fine with dollars in their eyes
Just remember...
And you raised the volume in your voice to get their attention, but they all perked up and looked a little bit alarmed, which didn’t really amuse you but you weren’t surprised after the way you acted.
“Hey.” You said very awkwardly as you lowered all of the baskets and bags. “I… don’t know how to say this… and I don’t even know if I have… any authority to speak up but… guys I… wanted to say that I am… so sorry for… getting so turned up a couple of days, and that all of you guys had to be there and see all of that when… none of you deserved to witness me being like that... and I really... really regret acting like that because... it was... so bad... God I’m embarrassed...”
There you said it. You apologized your heart out as your eyes felt warm just forcing all of these words out your throat because they had to be said, you wanted to say this no matter how hard it was and how nervous you were because you feared that you weren’t going to receive any forgiveness and you didn’t even see most of your classmates glanced at you sympathetically.
“It is… SO not cool to be acting like that… after all, I’m not Bakugo, I’m not the type to just scream at people, and I really can’t... stress just how sorry I am that you all saw me acting like that...” With a small chuckle, many of your classmates snickered while Bakugo indignantly shouted ‘HEY!’ in response when you kinda made fun of him a little bit. But thankfully, some of your friends understood.
“It’s okay!” Uraraka chimed in quickly, because she had tried to reassure Midoriya and Iida earlier to go easy on you because you were so stressed out, and she didn’t want them to take it too personally as she added. “Really (Y/N)… we’re not mad at you.” Although that was partially true, some WERE kinda mad at you but also they knew you didn’t truly mean that. Or at least they hoped you didn’t.
“No… we’re not, your hair was practically falling out…”
“We get heated girl! We understand!”
“Yeah it happens to everyone, we can’t always help it…”
“And I stood up all night just studying for our tests, I was freaking out too...”
“It isn’t easy when all these tests are making your head explode…”
To your even greater surprise, some of your friends like Ashido, Hagakure, Shouji, Kaminari and Sero spoke up to reassure you and relate to you that you weren’t the only one alone in that situation. Were they upset by how you acted? Of course, they were shocked and mildly horrified by what you said AND thought it was uncalled for and so they avoided you. But did they hold it against you? No, not really, they weren’t happy with how you acted but they didn’t hold it against you because they knew you were just under a lot of pressure and not acting like yourself. And yes while your outburst surprised them, they understood why you did what you did.
However, they WERE going to have to start keeping an eye on you and each other from now on since they were painfully aware that stress makes people act out sometimes. This just meant they were going to have to be extra supportive to you and to each other.
“Yeah! It’s cool (Y/N)… I mean yeah it kinda shocked us earlier but it’s really okay… we know you.” And Kirishima had to be the sweetheart to cheer you up with a sweet smile as you could feel your lip starting to quiver and your eyes growing warm and teary.
“Dammit… I almost hoped you guys would be mad so I wouldn’t cry…” You mumbled with a soft chuckle as you quickly looked away and picked up some of the baskets and bags, “B-But please… everyone take one of these… I really feel bad for hurting you guys and you all deserve something nice…” Your gesture surprised them even more, but they were all touched by it as they smiled and started to say ‘It’s okay!’ ‘Wow thank you!’ ‘You didn’t have to!’ ‘Thank you (L/N)!’.
Even some of the ones who you directly hurt, and you went over to Midoriya and Yaoyorozu, “Yaoyorozu… Izuku…” It was SO awkward and painful going over to them, they had the saddest looks in their eyes. Poor Yaoyorozu still looked hurt as Midoriya gave you those damn puppy dog eyes that were so effective it broke your heart.
“Guys I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean any of what I said, I was mad but… I’m so sorry… please… have these.” You carried their gift baskets in your separate hands, which made them perk up as they looked to see your gifts. A cute little teddy bear and an All-Might figurine.
“(L/N)…” Yaoyorozu spoke first, “You… you didn’t need to…” She was clearly touched as she had her eyes on the teddy bear, it had a little hat on it… “Yes… I did… look… I was under a lot of stress, I can’t… really apologize for that, but I AM apologizing for being mean to you guys. That was totally uncalled for, it was wrong of me to make fun of you guys and insult you and… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…I can’t say I’m sorry enough but I really am I... I swear it will never happen again I never wanted to hurt you guys...” You meant everything as you reluctantly looked at them with remorse in your (E/C) eyes as both Yaoyorozu and Midoriya looked visibly heartened and their eyes instantly filled with tears.
“It’s… it’s okay…! I understand it’s really okay…!” Wow, Yaoyorozu easily forgave you as she gladly and politely took your gift basket, as did Midoriya as he softly smiled at you, “It really is… I knew you didn’t really any of it (L/N)…” And he forgave you too and dammit you were tearing up again.
“I really didn’t…” With a trembling, watery voice you shook your head which urged Yaoyorozu to hug you as you hugged her back as she started to cry too, “I love you boo I didn’t mean it at all!”
“I know you didn’t!”
“Midoriya get in here!” You cried out for Midoriya to join in which made him blush quite a bit, “W-What…?!” But then you quickly pulled him in so he could be hugging you and Yaoyorozu as the boy blushed heavily in the hug with two girls who were crying their eyes out. Soon though, he started crying too even as you and Yaoyorozu were hugging him for another 5 minutes.
“T-Thank you (L/N)… I… really love it…” And a tearful Yaoyorozu thanked you for gift as did Midoriya as he smiled at you, “Me too… I like it a lot, thank you (L/N)… and I’m sorry for yesterday.” Why were they apologizing…? They’re too nice…
“No, no… I mean you’re welcome for the gifts but please don’t apologize… we’re good… I’m sorry…” You reassured them with a warmer look as they both smiled at you and told you that it was all okay now.
Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh
Don't let them try (ooh)
Don't let them hurt you, baby
Just say "recess, " I'm tired
Then it was time to go apologize to Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama…
Jirou looked apprehensive but she didn’t want to be mad after you came out with such a sincere apology and even gave everyone gifts, including her as she was holding a goody bag that had a nice Starbucks gift card in it.
“Hey… look I just… really wanted to apologize to you because of the way I acted towards you, it really wasn’t cute for me to like get so upset and threaten you Jirou… when you were trying to get me to calm my tits so… I really… I really am sorry and you don’t have to forgive me because I know I was being-.” As you apologized to the girl she stopped you right there.
“It’s okay… I mean… I didn’t like how you were acting but… I thought about it, and Uraraka was talking to us about it and I realized that… you weren’t yourself, you were under a lot of stress and pressure and… I’ve been there before so… it’s okay… you’re here, apologizing for it and I can’t ignore that… so… it’s okay…” Jirou actually forgave you, for one she wasn’t one to hold grudges and two, she knew that wasn’t how you normally were so she wasn’t going to hold it against you.
God you were relieved though as you gave her a smile. “Thanks girl… I won’t ever do anything un-cute like that ever again… you know I love you and have a lot of respect for you.” Your smile widened when she started to blush and especially when you hugged her, but she didn’t turn it away as she hugged you back.
“I have a lot of respect for you too (L/N)…and I forgive you. Thank you for the gifts...” She said softly and truthfully. After the way you apologized to everyone, yeah her respect for you went up.
Next was Ojiro and Aoyama…
Who were still visibly hurt and even a little scared of you when you went over to them, “Guys I… I can’t apologize enough… I was REALLY mean to you guys and it was very, very wrong of me to insult you guys when you did nothing to make me upset at all…” You were tearing up again when you remembered how they ran off crying, and when they looked like they were about to cry now…
But they had the gift baskets you had given them, complete with Starbucks gift cards that they really appreciated. At first they were really upset, but then they also felt bad. They knew you, the way you acted hurt their feelings but they knew you didn’t truly mean that… right?
“You… didn’t mean what you said…?”
“You’re… not mad anymore…?”
They sounded so pitiful it actually broke your heart as you shook your head, “Of course not! I was just mad but it really isn’t an excuse but I swear… I meant nothing, I-I was… t-talking out of my ass and I never should have gotten so heated and I…” You stammered a little bit while you apologized to the boys, but they were seeing it now and they understood better. You shouldn’t feel bad for getting emotional… you were apologizing for what you said and that’s all that mattered.
“It’s… it’s okay (L/N)… don’t… be sorry for getting mad… thank you… for apologizing for what you said I… really appreciate it…” Ojiro smiled at you, although it was still sad because he really was a sensitive guy at heart.
“Yes I… I do too, thank you (L/N)… I hope you’re feeling better…” And Aoyama gave you his own tearful smile as you tried not to cry right then and there for the second time. “Come here you guys, I love you both so much, you’re two of the sweetest guys ever…” You had to give them a hug, you quickly went over and pulled them both in a big hug that they were glad to give you even if Ojiro looked so bashful doing so.
“We forgive you!” Aoyama couldn’t stop himself from crying while your hug on the boys turned tighter and Ojiro couldn’t help it either as he let some of his tears fall, “Y-Yeah… I forgive you (L/N), I forgive you…”
Dammit…
“I love you guys! I love you so much…” You were in tears again while you hugged Aoyama and Ojiro, who more or less started crying with you as they hugged you for as long as Midoriya and Yaoyorozu did. 5 minutes of crying and hugging…
“Oh and… thanks for the gift card… you didn’t have to I mean-.” You had to cut off Ojiro, he deserved something nice. “No… I did… please… keep it.” You didn’t know that he wanted to pay you back soon but he still smiled at you.
“Of course.”
“Oui~. Thank you very much again (L/N)~.” Aoyama loved Starbucks, he was very thankful and accepting of your apology gift as you gave the boys one last final smile before you had to find the last person who needed an apology more than anyone else…
Iida.
Where is my time?
Gone in my mind
Gone, I can't find
Euphoria
When I get upset
I think in my head
"I do as she says"
You were surprised to see him among his classmates, and more surprised that he was able to stand in the same room as you. He wasn’t looking at you but still. God… how were you going to apologize to him?
You didn’t know, and you didn’t know that he was paying close attention to you as he watched you apologize to yours and his classmates and friends.
How you meant everything and even gave them all gifts to show that you meant everything. Actions spoke louder than words, but at the same time. Your words from yesterday… still hurt his heart. It hurt because you weren’t entirely wrong. As Iida reflected through a night of tears because the wounds were still fresh and stinging, he realized that you made some painfully accurate points.
He couldn’t understand how you felt, because as he worked with and tutored some classmates, not all of them worked the same way, and everyone had a different background. His was a pretty privileged one wasn’t it? You really were trying your hardest because you didn’t have that privilege, and here you were now, trying your hardest to make up for everything.
Iida wanted to forgive you, he wanted to also apologize to you, even though something kept him from approaching you. Was it fear? Or was it pain as he could still clearly hear your words and your angry tone shouting at him.
‘Oh my God I can’t believe how ANNOYING I didn’t realize you were until now!’
‘I don’t need you up in my business and bothering the hell out of me you annoying priss!’
‘Stop fucking up my school life and leave me the hell alone already!’
He should be ashamed of himself, he couldn’t believe he was letting that make his heart ache even as he saw your face now. No anger, no meanness, just… regret.
Finally, you approached him very awkwardly as neither you nor Iida could bring it in each other to look at each other. And you took a huge breath in and exhaled, you had to do this. You didn’t see your classmates all glancing at you as some of them urged each other to leave to let you and the class rep work it out.
“Iida…” That was one word, and that was just his name, come on, say more than that. “(L/N).” Oh, he said your name too, but that was all he could bring himself to say too.
He looked so sad, even behind his calm composure, you saw that he was still hurt by what you said. “I wanted to apologize… I mean… I really, really wanted to apologize…” You sounded so awkward as you felt the heat glistening in your eyes as you tried not to break down right then and there just being right here before him.
“I… I just… Iida… I’m SO sorry… I-I didn’t mean any of what I said to you I swear… I never should have said all of those things… I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you were trying to help me… I was just… I was mad… so… under pressure and so stressed out… and I hate that I was… I hate that I let it get to me and get inside my head… I… I know that’s not an excuse but I… I’m so sorry…” Voice cracking ever so slightly you wiped your eyes as Iida for once looked at you, sympathy in his softened eyes.
It still hurt. Thinking about what you said to him still really hurt. He cared about you, he truly cared about you, and you hurt him. But Uraraka was talking to him, and it allowed him to think about you more. He knew you, he knew how you were, and everything you showed him those days ago was just you under a lot of stress and having all of your feelings bottled up.
He couldn’t hold that against you. He just wished you had opened up to him about how you were feeling, although he should have reached out to you about that too.
He was silent for a moment, and you feared that he was going to tell you to leave and that you can take your apology with you but no…
“I understand (L/N).” Iida replied calmly as he moved a little bit closer, and he did something you never thought he would do. He put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the sadness in his eyes. “I am sorry too.”
Wait. What?
Why was HE the one apologizing? You’re the one who was being a jerk…
“No…! No don’t… don’t do that Iida… please don’t… I’m the one who was being rude like you said and I was! I’m not going to deny that…!” Frantically, you shook your head and couldn’t accept his apology because he didn’t need to give you one.
“I can’t deny that… but that wasn’t like you, and I understand that it’s only because you were under a lot of stress at the time and-.”
“I’m terrible! I made you guys cry! I said horrible things about you when all you did was look out for me! You didn’t deserve it!” You didn’t mean to cut him off but you couldn’t let him take any blame as you wiped your eyes even more.
“(L/N)… calm down… and please let me finish.” Instead of getting upset, Iida got you to calm down as he kept his cool this time. You wouldn’t go against him at all, you did let him finish. “I wanted to say that I understand and that I’m sorry that you were struggling so much and that I didn’t even realize it. I knew you were having some issues regarding your health, but I didn’t even attempt to ask exactly what was wrong.” He sounded sad, guilty even which just made you feel even worse.
“As the class representative I’m supposed to make sure my classmates are all feeling well both physically and emotionally, and I didn’t do that for you.”
No…
People gonna say
If you need a break, someone'll take your place
People gonna try
To tell you that you're fine with dollars in their eyes
Just remember...
“Well… right… but Iida don’t put the entire blame on yourself… I wasn’t subtle at all about how much stress I was under, and I kept saying I was okay when I wasn’t, you guys could tell but still I didn’t do anything…” You admitted and took responsibility since it was partially your fault wasn’t it?
Iida didn’t want you to feel at blame though, even though he DID wish you had said something so he could have helped you and avoided all of this and… those very hurtful things you said to him which made him sad just thinking about it.
“I know and I’m actually really proud to see you apologizing to everyone. It truly speaks volume of your character, even if it took you a while, but I’m certain it wasn’t easy trying to muster up the courage to apologize.” He sounded like he really understood you, because he did. Iida wasn’t afraid to own up to his mistakes, it took a while to do it, but he still did it.
You slowly nodded with a small smile when he said he was proud of you, “And I’m sure it also isn’t easy to admit when you’re not feeling well, especially not when it’s about school, but… that’s why right now I want to apologize for being insensitive about it and I want you to know that if you aren’t feeling well (L/N), you don’t have to be afraid to tell me. I want you to know that even if I might not understand everything you are going through, that I still want to help you as much as I can.” His voice was soft, of course still formal, but there was nothing but care in his tone.
“I won’t judge you, I won’t undermine you, I will listen to you.” After Uraraka told him about how stressed out you were, Iida took it upon himself to do his research on stress, anxiety and mental health. Now that was something he was going to be much more mindful of especially when he started to realize that other classmates like Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari and even Bakugo had their own issues regarding mental health and anxiety. He wanted to do that, for them, and for you.
You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop your tears from pooling in your eyes as you just threw your arms around him and tightly hugged him, even as he immediately tensed at the proximity. “Ack!” Iida exclaimed as he could feel his whole face turning red at this sudden hug, because... well he wasn’t the kind of guy to really give or receive that kind of physical contact since he didn’t think it was appropriate. Especially not in a school setting...
“(L-L/N)...!” Iida stuttered, feeling even more flustered as you just kept on hugging him, your arms around him tightening as you hid your blushing face and nuzzled into him. “I-I... w-we’re not supposed to be so close and initiate this kind of physical contact!!” He kind of scolded you and blushed even harder when he saw all of his and your classmates all looking and then averting their eyes.
“Tough shit!” You couldn’t help but disregard his rules once more as you pulled away and smiled, and once again disregarded another rule as you got on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek which...
You swore broke him as he cringed and his face turned an even darker red than before and he couldn’t even speak anymore...
Wow so THAT shut him up? You should have done that in the beginning...
Iida was so lost for words, more so than when you yelled at him. No one has EVER kissed him before. That kind of physical affection wasn’t really something his very formal family did so... he was shaken, but the worst part was...
He kind of liked it? It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t awful either, it... felt kind of nice to be honest...
“Wow...” But when you started giggling that broke him out of his stupor as he felt rather embarrassed at this, “Iida I should have kissed you a long time ago if that’s what gets you to shut the fuck up.” You couldn’t help but tease him a little bit as he grew even more embarrassed and irate at your joke and language.
“W-Watch your language (L/N)! And please don’t hug or kiss someone so randomly but especially in front of our classmates it’s simply not appropriate!” When he scolded you, all you did was smile even when he started to lecture you once again on why kissing and hugging in front of people isn’t very appropriate and you rolled your eyes a bit, your smile not leaving you.
“Yeah, yeah class rep... I’m sorry but... uh... well... I don’t normally hug or kiss people randomly... I did it cuz... well... I... kinda sort of have a crush on you...” You decided you might as well confess, although it came out as a whisper, but still clearly it wasn’t whispery enough since literally everyone heard it based on the way they all gasped. But they didn’t gasp neither as loud as Iida did, and once again you swore Iida’s system broke as he started malfunctioning oncemore when he heard your words. His cheeks flushing bright red as he started to comprehend your words.
“Ooooooh~!” But then Kaminari, Ashido, Kirishima, Sero and Hagakure started hooting and cheering for you and him, and just further served to embarrass him. “Would you grow up?!” And he couldn’t help but yell at them in a slightly irritated voice as you held your mouth to quell your laughter.
“I’m so sorry...” Snickering, you tried to stop yourself from laughing too much as Iida couldn’t stop himself from blushing. He had to admit, he was surprised but also a little bit flattered that you had a crush on him. “D-Don’t... apologize for that...” He did kind of lure you away from the others though since they weren’t being mature about this.
You had to admit, it felt a bit better when there was less eyes on you and Iida even though you could still hear some snickering. “Do you… mean that?” Once it was just you and him, Iida asked you if you were serious, although his tone almost sounded bashful.
And now you felt rather sheepish as your entire face started to burn when you realized that you might have been a little too straightforward. You nervously nodded, “Y-Yes… Ii… Tenya…” Using his name for the first time it made Iida perk up and blush even more but he didn’t even think to tell you to be more formal as he let you talk. “I-I wouldn’t… kid about that I… I just think you’re so nice… so helpful and actually really cool… it just… became hard for me to resist you and… yeah… and like you’re super attractive too and I can’t help but think why are you at school? You should be playing someone who goes to school on TV… and uhh… y-yeah I… guess I mean that when I say… I have a crush on you…” You were stammering because you felt so awkward, but prepared for rejection since you didn’t think Iida was the kind of guy to know how to deal with that.
He awkwardly cleared his throat as the blush on his cheeks deepened the more you spoke of your earnest feelings and found HIM attractive to boot. He couldn’t lie, he was even more flattered to hear you think of him in such a way. “I see…” Those were the only two words Iida could bring himself to say because… he really didn’t know how to respond to that.
Neither did you for that matter. You were both kinda just big fucking dorks…
“Well…! Iida…” You went back to using his last name and decided that this had been awkward enough and didn’t want to make him feel any less comfortable. “This has been sufficiently awkward, and I just… thought you ought to know that, thank you for… putting up with me and understanding I really can’t thank you enough for being so nice when I’ve been a pain so… yeah thank you…” You sweetly smiled at him and Iida just couldn’t let you leave so soon when you were getting ready to leave and turn away.
“Wait… (L/N) I… d-don’t…”
He knew what to do as a class representative, but this wasn’t a job for a class representative, the job didn’t say what to do when someone confesses to you. So Iida had to be himself for this one. Which is what really surprised you as you stopped when you heard him call you.
Iida tried his hardest to not be awkward, and he was disappointed in himself for freezing up the second he felt your (E/C) eyes on him and that’s when he realized just how endearing you were. He’s always found you endearing because of your awkward and generally kind nature, but seeing you looking up at him with your cute face really made him aware of it…
“I’m… not at all experienced with that kind of thing. I wish I knew what to say but… I’m afraid I don’t. I will say this though… I am flattered.” He so badly didn’t want to come off as rude or offend you in anyway so he chose his words carefully. However, you were just happy to hear that he was flattered, and that was good enough for you.
“Oh Tenya…” And he blushed heavily when you heard him say his name again, but once again he didn’t dare tell you to be formal. “It’s okay… me neither… in fact I’m… pretty sure that timing is completely off but… I dunno…” Shrugging your shoulders you giggled nervously and Iida couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
“It’s all right.” He gently reassured you which made you feel so much better as you sighed in relief, “If it helps… I think you are… attractive too.” Oh God he felt like a pervert for merely saying that and looked away in shame, and you found that so cute that you couldn’t help but grin and giggle when he said he found YOU attractive! You were just so… so happy you let out a little squeal.
“Oh my GOD Iida~!” And you felt a bit mischievous so you teased him a little bit by reacting all shocked, but that immediately made him flinch as he felt extremely nervous and he mistook your flattered tone for repulsion, “I-I’m so sorry I… I-I didn’t mean to come off so… disrespectful a-and, a-a-nd…”
“Whoa, whoa don’t hurt yourself… no no I’m actually VERY flattered…” You quickly reassured him since you didn’t want him to feel all weird and ashamed about finding someone attractive and to your relief that did make him ease up a bit and give his own relieved sigh.
You were happy, you were really happy and it didn’t matter that you didn’t know what to do after confessing, you were just happy. “Iida… I said this already but… I really am… sorry for… everything…” Plus you still felt guilty for being so mean, but Iida wasn’t going to let you beat yourself up over it anymore.
“It really is all right (L/N)… I forgive you.” So the taller male gave you a soft smile in hopes that it’ll let you know that he forgives you for hurting his feelings because he knew you would never do that intentionally. This nearly made you cry again as you teared up and you couldn’t help it, you threw yourself back into his arms and once again, Iida flinched a bit at your sudden hug.
But this time…
He slowly brought his arms around you and gently hugged you back. It was stiff and awkward as hell because he’s not really a hugger but it was all Iida and you loved it. As the two of you pulled away, both of you were blushing quite madly and now neither of you knew what to do…
Again…
“(Y/N)…” However, Iida this time used your first name as you nearly jumped and looked at him in slight shock as you hadn’t taken a breath or even blink once you registered that he said your name… “Huh?”
Iida was a bit alarmed to see your shocked face, but then he chuckled when you seemed to come back to Earth after a few seconds. “We should return to our classmates. Tests for the week are over after all, we can take a little break.” That sounded like the best option, since it has been a tiring week of testing and Iida knew that you and the rest of your classmates could use a break.
Shyly you smiled and your face felt warm as you nodded and let Iida lead the way back to your classmates. “Yeah I’d like that Tenya… I’m tired.” You admitted softly with a little smile, and Iida couldn’t help but glance at you with his own smile. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tired too, because he was...
“Then we should… relax.” He wasn’t one for relaxing, but they were hard-working students and everyone deserves a break every now and then right? Especially you, Iida knew that you needed to rest and relax.
“Oh yeah… totally...” You couldn’t agree more as you walked right alongside of him, and you could feel a lot of the stress lifted off your back now once the two of you decided to sit at the couch together to finally catch your breaths and relax together.
You weren’t sure where this would go, but you knew that you and Iida could maybe talk it out later, but for now, the two of you just sat down and relaxed for once. And you didn’t even notice just how tired you were because once you closed your eyes, you were suddenly asleep and unbeknownst to you, so was Iida. Whom also didn’t realize just how tired he was either, nor did he see or feel your head slowly rest upon his shoulder as the two of you finally got some rest and remained completely oblivious to the fact classmates like Ashido and Kaminari were snickering and secretly taking pictures.
You were asleep though so you didn’t care, you were just happy to finally relax with the boy you had a crush on, and finally happy to rest.
Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh
Don't let them try (ooh)
Don't let them hurt you, baby
Just say "recess, " I'm tired~...
#Iida Tenya#iida x reader#bnha iida#mha iida#iida is a good boy#tenya x reader#tenya iida#iida imagine#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#mha#bnha x reader#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#iida#tenya iida x reader#iida tenya x reader#my hero academia iida#boku no hero academia iida#ojiro mashirao#jirou kyouka#aoyama yuuga#midoriya izuku#momo yaoyorozu#bnha angst#bnha fluff#mha fluff#fluff
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sanemi x fem!reader | wanna be a pillar ? [smut]
sanemi shinazugawa x reader
female reader
Sanemi has a special bond with his favorite and bestest trainee.
warning : smut, lemon.
that shit’s gonna be long because I keep saying Obanai is my fav pillar but Sanemi got me like
The wind pillar was rough with his trainees. Most of them wanted to give up, but they knew they would've to suffer from much worse if they were telling their trainer so. However, the one that was never flinching, was (Y/N). She had already been chosen to be a pillar in a few months, so she was already hanging out with the other pillars, learning how it worked. And that's how, when she was invited at a party, she got drunk with her trainer, Sanemi.
And her actually talking back to him and picking fights, he was already interested in her, even if he acted like she was just another trainee he had. The alcohol and the party didn't help, since they ended up in the same bed, that night. But instead of feeling bad about it, Sanemi thought it was actually a good thing ; all the pillars had to agree to have a new member. So he thought of blackmailing her. Indeed, he had good memories of his night with the girl, and to be sure to live it again, he made a deal with her.
''I'll agree to make you a part of the pillars, only if we fuck again, but sober this time.'' She was kinda nervous as he was a bit of her boss, since he was training her. But she had also noticed how he was getting softer with her and how he was treating her differently ; she wasn't blind. ''Sure.'' She replied, her confidence bringing a huge smile on the silver-haired boy's face.
He found the perfect day for it ; the last training day, for the girl and the other people he was supposed to train -and not torture. (Y/N) was playing with her katana, talking with Mitsuri. Suddenly, she felt an arm wrapping around her waist, making her raise an eyebrow. ''I need you for something real quick.'' Sanemi said, grinning when she turned to look at him. Mitsuri immediately understood ; she remembered that night they ended up in the same bed and acted like nothing had happened.
''Why can't you wait for a few minutes ? I'm having a conversation.'' The girl replied, getting on his nerves. But weirdly, it was turning him on. ''You fucking trainee think you can not follow my orders, hm ?'' He said, that hysterical smile on his face. But the girl didn't have time to reply, as he was already carrying her over his shoulder.
''You're gonna learn not to talk back and actually listen to me.'' He started to mumble, on his way to his room. ''I'm gonna put you back at your place, you're gonna learn who's the boss here.'' He was mostly talking to himself, which only made (Y/N) chuckle, still holding her katana.
Once he arrived in his room, Sanemi threw her on the bed. ''Training's over, (L/N). Throw your katana somewhere and take your outfit off.'' The girl giggled, even though she actually really started to take off her belt. ''Are we getting formal again ?'' However, she didn't expect to get slapped, which made her eyes widened. ''I didn't order you to talk.'' Sanemi said, a grin on his face. (Y/N) had gasped when he slapped her, but seeing that it was just a weird kink he had, she didn't say anything and actually did whatever he said.
The man started to take off his own clothes as well, remaining in his underwear only. As soon as the girl's clothes were fully off, he immediately touched her breast, grinning while he started to play with it. ''You've always been my favorite trainee, you know that ?'' She nodded, even though she wasn't sure if he wanted an actual answer. He slipped a hand on her crotch, and laughed. ''You're actually getting into it ! Why are you so wet, oh my God, only for me ?!'' He even sounded positively surprised.
''I'll still have to touch there a bit, hm ? Seeing you this excited, you're only waiting for me to get into you ? Then, you're going to wait.'' That said, he didn't wait to go down on her, giving her cunt a long lick. The gasp she made got Sanemi even more turned on. ''Yeah, you're allowed to make noises like that.'' He said, starting to pump his fingers into her without any warning.
''I understand why you've been chosen to be a pillar. You're strong, and you're not afraid to fight, and your power is actually interesting. But it's also because you can be a good and obedient little girl.'' He started to pump his fingers in-between each word of his last sentence, to create a rhythm. Like he was proud of her for being obedient like he had just said, he cupped her cheeks with one hand, kissing her roughly.
He was still kissing her when he slowly entered his member in her -when did he take off his underwear ? Not so he was sure he wasn't hurting that much ; but because he wanted to take all his time to tease her. Throughout the kiss, he started to bite her lower lip, to get it swollen. The action made (Y/N) open her mouth, allowing Sanemi to slip his tongue in. She didn't even fight for dominance at this point ; she was too focus on the man being as slow as he could.
However, she didn’t have to wait much longer, since at the exact moment Sanemi was fully in, he didn’t wait before pounding roughly and fast, his balls slapping against her already. ‘’I wanted to tease you but-‘’ he cut himself off with a grunt. ‘’-I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.’’ He wrapped his right hand around the girl’s throat, choking her a bit -but not enough to prevent her from talking.
Indeed, Sanemi had decided that he missed her voice, even though he liked how obedient she had been by not talking. ‘’You can talk. But if I press tighter, you shut the fuck up.’’ At his last words, he got much closer to her, as if he wanted to look as deep as possible into her eyes. She nodded, escaping a moan in the process. He smiled. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said, before kissing her forehead.
After a few minutes, he noticed that (Y/N) was very into it. ‘’Oh you like it, hm ?’’ Thus, he angled his hips a different way. ‘’Then I’m gonna change. I don’t want you to cum yet.’’ She whined, and that’s why she earned another slap. Sanemi cupped her cheeks the same way he had just before. ‘’You wanna be a pillar, (Y/N) ?’’ The girl nodded, once again escaping some moans while doing so. That said, Sanemi smiled and started to choke her once again. ‘’Then you’ll do whatever I want. And maybe if you’re a very good girl, I’ll let you finish.’’
She hummed as an answer, and Sanemi kissed her lips to show his satisfaction. As his movements were getting sloppier, Sanemi’s hold on the girl’s throat got tighter, and he took both of her wrists in one hand to rest them above her head. Satisfied with the full dominance, he finally came, his groan turning the girl even more on, as if it was possible.
He let himself fall against the girl, as if he was hugging her. Once he was coming off of his high, he noticed the bruise on the girl’s cheek. ‘’Oh, that seems like it was rough.’’ He said, kissing where the cheek was reddened. He even caressed it when he straightened up. But he was feeling (Y/N), staring at him. So, he stared back. ‘’What ?’’ She pouted. ‘’I was good. You promised.’’ Her words sounded like a whine. However, Sanemi giggled at her sentence.
‘‘I didn’t promise anything. But it’s true you were.’’ As he was talking, the girl had started to caress his scars on his chest with her finger. ‘’Those turn you on, hm ?’’ She smiled at him, nodding, thinking it would help her getting her release if he was pleased enough. ‘’Fuck, you’re lucky you’re getting a special treatment. Do you think any other trainee I ever had got those privileges ?’’ She shook her head, looking as obedient and submissive as possible ; she thought of abandoning her cocky attitude, since any thing that would make Sanemi mad would beget her not getting satisfaction.
Her plan seemed to work, since he smiled. ‘’Then, get on your stomach, face in the pillow.’’ He said, pulling out. (Y/N) did as he told, and he directly put her arse up in the air.
‘’We’re having another round ?’’ She asked, bending her head backwards to look at him. ‘’With that ass up in the air like that and that attitude you have, we can have a lot of other rounds.’’ He said, kissing her forehead in the process. Those little intentions he had in-between rough actions, they made his trainee crazy. That said, he pushed her head back in the pillow, giggling, immediately poking at her entrance once again.
He entered in one go this time, but began slowly. ‘’I remember from our last encounter ; the more you’re being teased, the more you moan louder and louder.’’ He chuckled at his own comment, before pulling the girl’s hair. Her head was now up, and he had full control of her once again. But since she had been a good girl, he bent forward, to whisper in her ear : ‘’And since you’ve been very very good, you get to move in synch, okay ?’’ (Y/N) nodded, Sanemi kissing her ear before taking back his initial position.
‘’Fuck, you’re gonna be a pillar so bad.’’ He said, once he started to move faster. She laughed at the comment, but he brushed it off. She really had privileges. The first few minutes were nice, but it got better when Sanemi felt his trainee bounce against him. He released her hair to put his hand on her mouth, her immediately biting his skin.
‘’You want me to get another scar or something ?’’ He asked, in-between groans. But he couldn’t deny that it was turning him on. ‘’You really wanna be a pillar, don’t you ?’’ The girl rolled her eyes at the question, as if he was repeating the same thing over and over again. A particular loud grunt made her understand that Sanemi was almost at his peak. But fortunately, he bent to get a better angle, and also to slip his free hand on her clit.
Doing circular motions, it instantly made the girl react. He giggled at the little whine she left, and slapped her butt cheek, very hard. She was sure it could’ve been heard from outside the room. ‘’You didn’t think I would forget about those slaps, did you ? Like I would forget something like that when it’s all in front of me.’’ He sang his second sentence a bit, making (Y/N) chuckle, even though it got cut off by another moan.
It wasn’t long before she came, not being able to bounce again. That’s why Sanemi slipped an arm around her waist, to straighten her up, so her back was against his chest. He bit all over her shoulder and collarbone, even sometimes her neck, until he finally came himself, biting as much as he could on her collarbone while doing so, since he didn’t want to growl as loud as he knew he would.
He released her, laying right next to her to catch his breath. When she locked eyes with him, she couldn’t help but chuckle, for some reason. But Sanemi didn’t mind it. He even rubbed her cheek. ‘’I really slapped hard. It’s still red. I was really into it, I didn’t notice.’’ She grabbed the blanket to put over her ; her high gone, she was starting to feel the cold air. ‘’Yeah, I know. That’s why I didn’t insult you.’’ Sanemi snorted. ‘’As if you would’ve anyway. You want me to let you in the team.’’ He said, kissing her cheek before standing up.
He threw her clothes at her, before starting to put back his own clothes on. ‘’Do you really think I’m going to go back training with your nasty cum dripping all over my legs ?’’ Sanemi sighed. ‘’Wow, you stopped being an obedient little trainee already ? But yeah, yeah, I’ll get you something to clean yourself.’’ That said, he went in another room and came back with a towel he threw at her. ‘’Congratulations (Y/N), you’re a pillar.’’ He said, before stepping out of his room.
The said girl simply giggled at him, acting like he didn’t care about her. That dumbass kissed her cheek and felt bad about her bruise, but he’s acting like nothing had just happened ? But now that she was a pillar, (Y/N) wasn’t going to restrain her sassy attitude ever again -or maybe sometimes 👀.
#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#demon slayer#sanemi shinazugawa#shinazugawa sanemi#sanemi x reader#sanemi#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#smut
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pls tell me about josiah's nervous habits, I've had a good life and I'm ready to perish
I got so so so into answering this question and spiralled from nervous habits to anxious behaviours so enjoy the info dump! I hope you have a nice death! I love my scowly anxious boy!
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It depends what kind of nervous, and it depends what kind of day.
He's cranky as fuck when he's nervous, and does absolutely nothing to stop that from being communicated. A scowling, tense-jawed Josiah is 8 times out of 10 just a very very nervous boy.
He avoids eye-contact, becomes slower and more deliberate in his movements, and slowly drifts into becoming non-verbal. Josiah has a strong, upright sort of a posture (the sort that gets him mistaken as military) day to day, but actually holds his body and arms in quite a relaxed way. When he's stressed, his shoulders tense right up, and his gait is noticeably more stiff. He takes very deep, slow breaths every couple of minutes, as if he has to remind himself to breathe. A fast gasp in, and a long sigh release. He generally doesn't notice this himself and gets very self conscious about it when someone points it out or mention it's annoying.
One of the more noticable things is that his hands will twitch, flexing into and out of fists, but also just a curling of the fingers, or tapping them against things. Josiah really, really hates this habit, but it starts before he can stop and then gets compulsive. He will often try to subtley press his hands flat on a wall or a table to calm the twitching, though sometimes he goes in the other direction and just squeezes his hands into tight fists to force them still.
Mal has suggested fidgets to him before but Josiah thinks it's embarrassing and stupid to carry some fucking toy around just to ease nerves. Mal never mentions it outright, but he's taken to handing Josiah random objects to play with when he's stressed (a pen, some paper, a fork) and that seems to help. Josiah hasnt noticed that Mal's "here hold this for me" habit has anything to do with anything yet, so he just mindlessly takes the thing and starts fiddling. Lou definitely has noticed, but isn't gonna say shit.
The most habit-y or his habits is that he touches the back of his neck when he's nervous or uncomfortable. The amount that he does this, and the way that he does it, is very telling for where he's head is at. A quick little rub and he's nervous, but probably fine. A hand resting over the back of his neck means he's quite stressed. Actively scratching or rubbing at it continuously means his fuse is about to blow any second. Often when he's trying to calm himself down, he'll sit with his head bent and two hands clasped behind his neck, trying to school his breaths. It depends on the day whether or not this is a concious choice to remind himself he's safe and unbonded, or whether it's something his body does without thinking, on autopilot.
For underlying, bubbling-underneath kind of nervousness, Josiah starts to get very particular about a lot of stuff. He likes things to be neat and tidy day to day anyway, so as soon as he starts getting stressed he starts tidying up. This usually starts (and often ends) with the kitchen.
It's less about cleaning, and more about making sure everything is in the right place that it should be. And then checking it's in the right place. And then double-checking it's in the right place. And then checking once more to make sure he didn't accidentally bump it when he walked past.
It can also work in the other direction, where having his house or workspace untidy starts making him stressed and distracted, but if he's in an okay mood he generally doesn't mind it as much. When they lived together, Lou used to make a game of intentionally messing up certain things in the house, or leaving things in the wrong spot to see how long it would take Josiah to subconsciously fix it up. The more anxious he is though, the more it actively bothers him, and he starts to get outwardly frustrated at the mess around him. If Josiah's particularly distressed, he gets non-verbal, and takes a very specific route of tidying up the whole house before cooking a huge meal, and then re-tidying the kitchen.
Josiah will also just run himself into the ground exercising. Literally, if he's feeling bad enough. Boxing, in particular, or a long run, is a pretty good way of telling that Josiah is stressed. He really doesn't have the self understanding to be like "hmm, I feel restless and sick and like running away. This must be anxiety. I should speak to someone". He just internally goes "I feel like running or punching something! Gonna go run and punch things until I die I guess!"
Happy-nervous Josiah has much of the same habits, but lessened. He scratches the back of his neck kinda mindlessly, but doesn't fixate on it. He has happy little restless sighs. His hands fidget and twitch, but will usually find something active to do as opposed to just getting worse. He still avoids eye contact and is a little irritable but he's also quick to laugh and will still talk to you, as long as it's not about the thing he's nervous about!
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One Night Only 2, Part 4
Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku it's finally winding down into a conclusion. Word Count: 2,084
Warnings: Softboi!Erik, Smut
Anthony was fed, your lyrics were coming along well, and Anaya was at peace outside.. enjoying the quiet serenity before it was time to leave and hit the recording studio. You really wanted her to see you at work and in your element, vibing with the team. You'd hyped it to the point of getting her excited now you really had to give it 120%. You were confident. The moment of emotional calm in the house should've been enough. Things had cooled down greatly. But you needed more than that. Much more. You craved clarity, closure, and to clear the muggy air between two of your very best friends. The miscommunication couldn't go on forever.
"Corey," you start once he picks up, "We really need to talk about you and Anaya and clear this whole mess up. If your love is real, you owe the relationship at least that much effort bro. Come on."
"Mane, I can talk to you about the shit. I just can't talk to her or look at her 'cause on God I'm a cry on some goofy shit. Nigga heart hurt."
"I get that. You know I do. Think of what you're throwing away if you're wrong about all this though. If she is telling the truth and it's a misunderstanding, where you gonna go from there? She don't trust you now!"
"ME?! I ain't fuckin do none. I ain't cheat not one time. Everyone know I'm in a relationship with her ass and if they don't, I tell em. I been real mothafuckin ass loyal. Still ain't fuckin nobody else bruh. My ass celibate. I'm horny as shit.."
"Ew, nigga, I ain't ask you that. Send me the picture Rasheeda sent you. Also, why you talking to Rasheeda in the first place? Hm?"
"I don't talk to her, she be there when I visit Anaya for lunch. Real cordial."
"Cordial my ass! Corey, she's a conniving bitch. Did you fuck her?"
"Did I fuck h--Did you ignore what the fuck I just said?" You hear him mutter away from the phone, "Got me fucked up.." When his voice comes back, he continues to deny it. "I just told yo deaf ass I ain't fuck noooobody!"
You sigh. You don't know what to think but you feel like he'd admit it if he had. He's too unapologetic and in your face to lie about something he did or didn't do. Way too much pride. He reminds you a lot of Erik in that way and you can see why they're cool. They're too similar not to be. A lightbulb flashes in your mind and you rush Corey off the phone reminding him to forward you the incriminating image. Immediately, you speed-text Erik.
Y/N: Whenever you get back I need a favor. It involves Corey and Anaya
It's about two minutes before he responds.
Erik: Ok
Erik: Speaking of
Your phone rings and it's his name on the screen which triggers your smile like you've been conditioned. "Baaabe," you sing happy to get even just a little of his time.
"Don't babe me. You out here acting up, twerking in random restaurants? Where was the energy this morning when I wanted some?" You sigh fighting the smile still tugging at your lips. He'd seen the video. It still shocks you how fast things spread.
"That's okay though," he continues calmly, "I'm glad you had fun.. all ratchet and shit. It's cute. Keep that same energy and be in the bedroom at 6. I want you naked and in position, no lingerie.. Naked."
"I'm supposed to be going to the studio to record," you remind him, laughing inside. You knew he would be like this when you left him this morning.
"Well then go to the studio, lil girl. I'll fuck you in the booth, I don't give a fuck," he says as if discussing dinner plans. His chill was enviable.
"Don't threaten me with a good time," you grin.
"Oh you bold. Okay, babygirl." He hangs up abruptly and you stare at the phone thinking about the check you just wrote... On second thought. You were kind of running your mouth, you weren't serious. Your team at the studio watching you get railed would be awkward. You'd have to ask them to step out then continue the session after like nothing happened. Shuffling to the deck, you find Anaya looking at the sky.
"Um," you grin awkwardly when she looks at you. "Would you be disappointed if we didn't hit the studio just yet?" She gapes and pouts, visibly disappointed.
"Come on, Y/N. You got me hyped to see a live recording session. Come through Cali hoe!"
Groaning, you shift on your feet. Cali Hoe. That would make a good song title. Tally ho, Cali hoe. "Anaya.. Girl.. You don't understand," you snicker.
"So explain it to me."
You sigh humored, "Erik... is threatening sex in the booth if I go in today."
There's a sputtering chuckle to the side at your expense and you nod sarcastically. You shouldn't have told her. "What's up with this negro and public escapades? Always doing something. Just wild for no reason.." she pauses before adopting a devilish grin. "Nahhh bitch, you going," she says looking you up and down. "I'm thoroughly in need of some entertainment and this is perfect."
"I don't think you understand," you laugh anxiously.
"No, it's very simple. Do you want that wild and reckless unpredictability you fell in love with or nah? He's been consistent. Be happy he's still the same person to you all this time later..," she pauses and you know Corey is still heavy in her thoughts. He was a part of her at this point that she couldn't shake off or detach from. "..And you know you love it! So don't think so much," she says with eyes as earnest as a child's. There was so much passion and care in her voice. It drops an octave as she stares at you. "Do you wanna get fucked at home, missionary with the lights out in your bedroom for the next however many years... or do you wanna get your guts jammed in that recording booth?"
"BRUH," you yell. Missionary with the lights off isn't even in your nigga's vocabulary.
"Judging by that balcony sex tape--"
"HUSH! ...DAMN!" You get the point though and the correlation. "Fine," you sigh. "This one's for you... Recording booth it is."
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"I think this is working so far. I like it, but run that last part back. I need to change the speed of the rhythm.. right here just a bit.. slow it down to fit my flow when I transition. It kinda jumps. Can we mix in a little something so that--"
"I got you," your producer says, immediately moving to tweak the sound. "I does this.. I got you." He knows your style choices by now and your sound. He's also very patient because you know what you want.
"Yeah, and then I'll go in and record the accents." You look at Anaya and wave her over. She's been feeling it so far so you put her in the booth and make her sing through a backing track. Her voice sounds amazing layered under yours and you feel like a musical virtuoso. A firm hand squeezing your asscheek makes you jump a little, developing a crazy look in your eye because how dare any crusty person in this booth touch you, but then you look and it's just Erik. He grips you up against his chest and as his lips smile into your neck, his hand works its way quickly into your panties.
"Wait," you whisper frantically, looking around. He's got everyone staring. You know it. You try to move, but he won't let you and he won't remove his damned hand from inside your panties. You look down and you can see the bulge in your pants moving around. It's super obvious and blatant. You kiss your teeth and he chuckles into your neck.
"You ain't mad, you wet... Talking all that shit," he whispers so only you hear. You are wet and incredibly horny, but the close-up audience is too much. You can look in everyone's eyes and it makes you nervous. His fingers climb inside of you causing you to clench as Anaya tries to contain the humor in her expression. You roll your eyes to camouflage your arousal, also ready to slap your producer for his wandering eye on your zipper. As your song plays forgotten in the background, Erik snickers silently, thoroughly entertained with himself, "I told you. You forget I let you think you're in control.. Who's in charge?"
"...You are," you whisper, distracted by this breath on your ear and neck. He's rubbing you down below and it sends a chill through you.
"And who am I? Put some base in your voice." He's going all out today. You shake your head and he bites your ear. "Say it."
"Daddy," you blurt.
"Show over. Everyone get the fuck out," he yells and people bounce immediately, Anaya being the last and walking out slowly. His fingers leave you and you yank your body away raring to light into him but he snatches you back by your arm and throws you over the equipment.
"ERIK! You better PRAY you d-didn't mess anything up," you stutter.
"I don't give a fuck." He yanks down your clothes and grips your hair firmly in his fist bringing your head back as he pushes slowly into your entrance, his lips at your ear. "You know what to do. Turn up."
It felt too good not to. Relenting to the feeling, you throw it back, working him as he tugs roughly on your hair. Without warning, he begins crashing into you and your legs buckle. Pressing his hand into your back, he proceeds to drive his hips into you. You've long been ruined for other dick. An image of a hotdog in a hallway comes to mind. "You better.. not.. ever die," you grunt through his thrusts.
"Fuck you talking bout?"
"Where.. I'm a find.. dick, uhh.. like thiss," you hiss. He collapses on top of you, his heavy body bouncing in wheezing laughter. "I'm serious," you breathe.
Once you're put back together, he checks you out to make sure you're presentable and invites the team back into the studio. They run through the song one more time with all of the improvements as if nothing had happened and he grabs your cheeks in one hand, smacking a loud kiss on your lips. "Good job," he says.
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In your bedroom, he's changing into his dark grey workout gear on his way back out to meet his trainer. You know better than to stand between him and his workout session because his image is part of his fame and his money, but you have to talk to him.
"Hey Erik?"
"Sup," he says lifting from the bed and shifting you out of his path, "I gotta go baby."
"I know. Just wanted to tell you, I fired Raven. She was negligent toward Anthony and I caught her in here trying on my clothes. Then she wouldn't leave immediately, it was weird. Corey and Anaya are going through a potential breakup because he thinks she's cheating and she swears she isn't. She's basically been taking care of the baby alone and I feel like I have to fix it. Also, I still don't know who leaked my number because if it wasn't Armont, then who was it?"
He drops back onto the bed rubbing his face. Pulling out his phone, he makes a call and you stare at him confused.
"Yeah, Pers.. I can't make it today...."
"NO, I didn't mean--" you shake your head silently pantomiming for him to hang up and go ahead. You didn't mean for him to drop everything and handle it right on the spot. You just needed to vent and wanted him to know what was going on.
"Yeah, I know. I'll work out from here and meet you tomorrow.... Sumo squats, back squats, leg curls, and lunges.... and the treadmill, yep... aight."
Gaping, you stare in regret, but he stands slowly to hug you with seemingly no hard feelings.
"Fix your face. Don't feel bad, you're more important than my workout. I got a whole home gym, I can workout at home. You obviously need me right now."
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Update: Fairytail Cafe
Uh, I’m such a dummy sometimes! I was in such a hurry to post Chapter 4 of Fairytail Cafe that I didn’t realise that I’d copied and pasted an earlier draft. One that was missing a crucial conversation between Natsu and Lucy. I’m so sorry. I’ve fixed the original post, and have updated the chapter on FanFiction.net
But, so you don’t have to read the entire chapter again if you don’t wanna, here’s the whole scene including the bit in question that’s missing... my apologies again! And for those holding out for the smexy times version that I’ll be posting on AO3, it’s almost done. So sorry about posting the wrong one!
"Natsu, I want to ask you something." She was sitting on his lap on the sofa, cuddled into his chest, and was much calmer now, the occasional sniff the only evidence of her previous sobs.
He stroked her hair. "Sure, fire away Luce."
She pulled away from him, sitting up so she could look at his face. "I want you to teach me how to punch. Properly. I had one free hand when he had me pinned; maybe if I'd been better at fighting, I could have stopped him."
Natsu considered his words carefully, swiping away the single hot tear that rolled down her cheek with his thumb. She didn't look sad though. She looked angry, determined.
"I'd be happy to teach you anything you wanna know Lucy. You know that. But I'm not sure learning how to punch is exactly what you need." Lucy arched a questioning eyebrow at him.
"Punching is about strength and body weight. You would have still been at a disadvantage, because he was taller and stronger, had more reach than you." He watched her expression fall, quickly moving to stroke her cheek again.
"You gotta go with your strengths. Yours is your brain – you think quick, you're excellent at working out a plan during a fight. You're small, but you're fast. Luce, I'm gonna teach you how to fight dirty. That way, if any sick fuck lays his hands on you again, you can obliterate him. Leave him retching in a pile of his own vomit. I don't want you to ever feel that helpless again." The brilliant smile she gave him made his heart stutter in his chest.
"Show me", she breathed.
"Right now?" She nodded, looking more determined than ever.
"I want you to show me how I could have got away from him."
Natsu scratched the back of his head. "I couldn't exactly see how he had you, because his back was to me."
Lucy sat back against his chest, placing his left hand around her upper arm, and his elbow down, so her arm was locked by her side. She moved his legs so that they were wrapped tightly around her shins, locking her legs in place. He could hear her heart rate escalating, her breaths becoming more shallow.
"Baby, we don't gotta do this right now. We can wait until you're feeling more calm. It's not like I'm…"
"I want to know", Lucy said desperately, between panicked breaths. "I froze Natsu. I froze! If I'd known what to do…" Hesitantly, she grabbed his other hand, and moved it under her skirt. Natsu stiffened, his breath coming out in a gasp. "Please, Natsu."
Forcing back the tears that were threatening, and the thickness in his own throat, he growled out his question. "Where was your other hand?"
Lucy's voice was a little panicked. "O-on the tray, but then I dropped it wh-when his fingers…" she shuddered in Natsu's grasp, and he felt sick to his stomach, wanting nothing more than to drop this hold and hug her properly.
"Reach up with your free hand. See if you can feel my ear, or my eye." Lucy reached up, and he saw how much her hand was shaking. "You're gonna push your thumb in my eye. In a real situation you'd do it as hard as you could. Then you're gonna slam your head back into my chin as hard as you can, and run."
Lucy's breathing was coming so fast now he was worried for her, but she moved her hand and gently placed her thumb against his eye, then tipped her head back, tapping him on the chin. Then she slumped in his grasp, and he moved his hands to cradle her, rocking her against his chest. He let his tears fall.
"Lucy, I'm so sorry. So sorry." He wasn't sure if he was rocking for her benefit or his own. The guilt was still there, that he hadn't stepped in sooner that day, when he knew what that bastard had said. If only he'd trusted his gut, gone over and punched him before he'd had a chance to lay his filthy hands on Lucy. He felt her twist in his arms.
"Shhhh, it's okay", she murmured, stroking his hair, placing soft kisses on his cheeks, on his chin, on his forehead. She moved so that she was straddling his lap, her hands in his hair tugging gently, soft lips taking away his tears. He opened his eyes to see her soft gaze full of emotion, and he stroked her fringe out of the way, so he could see them better.
"I love you so much Luce", he murmured, his voice still gravelly from crying. She smiled at him, her lips curving upwards slowly.
"I love you too, Natsu", she cooed. Before he had a chance to ask, she kissed him, shuffling closer so her breasts were pushed up to his chest, her soft expressive lips moving gently over his, her little pink tongue sliding over his bottom lip. A rumbling purr began in his chest and she giggled.
"Natsu", she asked softly, "could you stay here with me tonight?"
He grinned at her teasingly. "Have you been comatose or somethin'? I've stayed here every night this week."
She shook her head a little, her blonde locks shifting about her shoulders. She moved on his lap, rocking her hips against his, and he groaned. She rocked her hips again and gave him a teasing grin of her own.
"I want you to stay with me, my dragon", she cooed, her forefinger stroking gently down his chest towards his stomach. Natsu's eyes took on a predatory gleam as his hands drifted down her back and grasped two delicious handfuls of Lucy's bottom cheeks.
"Whatever you say, little star."
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, and for a moment, they just gazed at each other, until Natsu moved his hands up to her waist, a serious expression on his face.
“Lucy, you know we don’t gotta do… everything tonight right? You’re not gonna hurt my feelings if you ask me to slow down, or stop, or tell me that you don’t like what I’m doin’.” He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m an expert anyway.”
Lucy smiled at him, her fingers stroking through the dark pink locks above his neck. “Okay.”
“There’s, uh, another thing I want to talk to you about. Um, you know that Igneel was a dragon right?”
Lucy giggled at him. “Yeah, that was pretty hard to miss.”
Natsu chuckled. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m not good with words, and this is kinda hard for me. I don’t wanna mess this up.”
Lucy stroked his cheek softly. “Natsu, you know you can talk with me about anything.”
Natsu huffed out a huge breath. “Okay. I’m a dragonslayer, not a dragon, but there are certain dragon characteristics that come with it. The stronger the magic, the stronger the dragonish traits. Things like sense of smell, being able to eat our element, not being damaged by our element, dragon force… you understand me so far Luce?”
“Mmm hmm”, she said, continuing to stroke his cheek. Natsu placed his larger hand over hers. “I don’t know everything about this. Igneel left when I was only young, and we didn’t get to talk much about what might happen when I got older.”
“What about the other dragonslayers. Can you talk to them?” Natsu snorted.
“Wendy’s too young. Sting and Rogue are idiots. Well, maybe not Rogue, but Sting, definitely.”
“What about Gajeel? He’s a little older than you, isn’t he?”
Natsu glanced down to one side, a little shiftily. “We’ve… talked. He doesn’t know much more than me. Levy’s been helpin’ him though. Tryin’ to find any ancient texts about dragonslayers.”
Lucy giggled. “I knew it! I just knew something was going on between them!”
“Yeah. Not sure if he’s told her yet.” He shrugged a little impatiently, bringing both her hands down to his lap, and squeezing them gently in his. “But I don’t wanna talk about them right now. Gajeel and I figured somethin’ out, and that’s what I’m tryin’ to tell you. Dragons mate for life. Find another dragon that complements them, makes them whole. We think dragonslayers are the same.”
Lucy looked at him with round eyes. He could hear her heart beating faster, and he blurted out the rest of what he wanted to say in a rush.
“Ever since I’ve met you Lucy, I’ve felt this sort of pull towards you, and it’s only gotten stronger the more time we’ve spent together. Needin’ to be near you, wantin’ to protect you. Even when I was away from you, you were on my mind all the time; it was a struggle every day not to run home to you, even though I needed that time away to work stuff out in my head. I think there’s a reason that you can calm me down when no one else can, a reason that I fight harder when you’re there to protect. I think my dragon has chosen you.”
“Chosen?”
Natsu nodded, tilting his head to one side, trying to work out how Lucy was feeling about this. He could sense that she was nervous, but he guessed that was to be expected.
“So what does that mean, exactly?” she asked quietly, her eyes locked on his.
Natsu squeezed her hands again. “It means I love you. It means that I will never love another like I love you. Gajeel said Levy did find some texts that mentioned the word ‘mate’, but I don’t really like that word. I’m not an animal, and neither are you. But you’re special. I’ve guessed for a while now, but the first night my dragon called to you, that thing you call a purr, was when I knew for sure. The one person in all the world that my dragon feels called to, that it wants to be close to forever. My chosen.”
Lucy’s eyes pooled with tears. But before Natsu could reach up she blinked them away, and the smile that she gave him was blinding.
“I may not be a dragonslayer Natsu, but my heart has chosen you too.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, at first gently and then more passionately, tugging her hands away from his and threading her fingers through his hair, tugging on the dark pink locks. He responded by picking her up, coaxing her legs to wrap around his waist as walked over towards her bed.
#aaargh#so sorry about the mixup#this is what happens when you do things totally fuelled by coffee#fairytail cafe#Bearpluscat fanfics
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here we go again, another entry for a boy
he doesn't spell his name with a k. everyone would spell Eric with a c but that is what makes it unique. had a blue nose pitbull named daisy. hopefully that's her name. he doesn't share alot. little by little I'm starting to notice an effort. he looks cute with his lunch pal sitting on the side of his hip. makes jokes here and there. nothing sexual which is good so far. if a guy makes sexual joke towards me or about me. he's fucking dead for all I care. anyways back with erik. I don't get that certain stomach pain when I get nervous whenever I'm around him. it's more of a heart beating so fast, I can probably shit it out. or that exaggerated heart beating out of the chest cartoon style type of jazz. it's hard to look at him from times. I do like it when we steal glances from each other. like in the movies when the two main lovers spot each other for the first time. that's how it feels. I've always said I wanted my love life to be like a romantic film. I'm over my head with that one. falling in love with someone I barely know is ridiculous and outrageously terrifying. [edit: THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I LEARN FROM MY OLD SELF. WHY TF AM I TELLING MYSELF I DON'T DESERVE LOVE LIKE IN A ROMATIC FILM. IM ALL ABOUT THAT SHIT. I WANT A LOVE LKKE TOM HOLLAD AND ZENDAYA. LOVE AFFIRMATIONS, PHYSICAL LOVE LANGUAGE ETC ETC. I DESERVE LOVE, I REALLY TRULY BELIEVE IN ROMATIC-STRONG-BOLD-HONESTY ETC ETC LOVE..NO MATTER WHAT. I DESERVE TO LOVE MYSELF. THAT SETTLES IT] I told myself to take my time. actually get to know someone the right way. don't jump in the pool without a floaty knowing dam well you can't swin. I'm stopping myself to not talk about anything sexual. I know how I get when I'm high and man it sucks that I fall down that rabbit hole of just giving myself up like that so easily. like just bc u did something with a dude doesn't mean he's gonna sweep you off ya feet. if I don't give it up, they'll run away. I thought like that for a while. sucks to think that way. but ppl made it seem that way. how a woman should get a man. nah I don't have respect towards my body to even play like. I don't want to be that girl. being myself has been wonderful lately. I can feel that I'm different and it's only the beginning towards my truthful self. I'm getting bigger and bigger with every moment I have. I'm loving this new me. it feels amazing. I'm still growing and I learned alot from my past self. take time. I will take my time. I go at my own pace. I always get carried away whenever I talk about myself 💅🏿 I'm just that fabulous
anyways. back to erik. what really spark my interest of him is when I showed Jo Yuri Glassy to him and he called her song calming...CALMING HE DIDN'T SAY "oh how can you listen to that when you don't understand" just someone being ignorant BUT HE WASNT LIKE THAT AT ALL. HE WAS CURIOUS AND WANTED TO KNOW. at first I was bit nervous to show him. I panicked trying to find the song to show him. I'm surprise I didn't show him BTS 🤔. asking me what type of music I listen to refreshing to hear. like okay 15 question. gosh and when he says good morning to me my heart kinda do back flips lol. maybe I'm being delusional....NAH I AIN'T DELUSIONAL THIS MF GON ASK ME "so is their a special one" JUST RIGHT AFTER I HAD A CONVERSATION WITH GABE ABOUT IF I WAS SEEING SOMEONE BC OF THE WIG. so he was listening to our conversation....you sneaky dog 🤫. so when erik said that, my immediate response was "nobody, is just all me" nice fucking answerrrrrrrrrr I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR SAYING THAT. I'm not going in circles. I notice i tend to follow them like a puppy and I'm 22 I look stupid. so I'm keeping my distance cuz god whenever I have a crush I want to see them everyday and don't lose sight of them. fucking weird right! I need to slow down. this ain't no race. I don't want to have any doubts to myself cuz man oh man I was having doubts. like nitpicking the smallest details of someone tone of voice and resulting that into negatively. like I'm replying the moments in my head I had with him just for me to focus on what I did wrong and how can I make it better. like I got so tired of that. LIKE GIRL JUST BC HE DIDN'T GREET YOU WITH A "hi mate" DOESN'T MEAN HE HATES ME. girl go get a therapist, you being stupid rn. erik is cute. he does give me a secretive vibe. [edit:ouuu my own little 007...see I'm already claiming him GIRL HE ISNT YA MAN SIT YA LONELY ASS DOWN 🗣] ouuuu a mysterious guy 🤭 turns out he's a fucking killer. NAH MAN BUT WHENHE LOOKS AT ME I CLINCH MY ASS SO HARR AND I BE TRYNA NOT TO FART CUZ I GET SO NERVOUS. LIKE INWOILD SHIT ON THE FLOOR MAN 😔.
I hope he passed the test he took on that thrusday. omfg he runs after work too. alot ppl are getting fit. bravo to those who changing themselves in a healthy manner. it takes energy to be motivated to work our everyday. dedication as well too.
omfg as I'm scrolling to see how much I jot down about Erik. it seems like a calm approach.
mmmm...the universe is tryna give a message 🤔
I never doubted the universe ✨️
HE IS SO CUTE AND FUCKING HAIRY OMFG SND HE GOT A BIG NOSE AHHHHHH I DO WANT TO SIT ON IT. man doja is right. BUT HIM BEING HAIRY IS SOOOO ATTRACTIVE TO ME, THAT WHAT MAKES HIM GOOD. OOOOOOOO[OOOOOOO
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tianshan (someone else probably already asked but I'm gonna try my chance)
actually no one did, so you’ll be my guest :’)
who said I love you first: He Tian. part of him is afraid Guan Shan doesn’t understand how much he cares and the other, major part of him is simply smitten with everything Guan Shan is, so the words come out instinctively. it surprises him as well, though, not the truth of it, but rather the intensity of its essence; he has been loving Guan Shan with his lips and his eyes and everything else but words, for so long, and now he’s learning to love him with vowels and consonants and it’s something so unique for He Tian, it makes his chest tight after hearing himself say it.
who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: He Tian, definitely. and it takes him a long time to decide which picture to choose, because he has like 849201 pictures of him saved and yeah, that’s a tough decision. one time, just for the fun of it, he uses a pretty naughty, after-sex photo of Guan Shan, eyes closed and chest bruised and chin slightly smeared with semen, and Guan Shan almost throws his phone out the window when he finds out because what the fuck is wrong with you, but He Tian just shrugs “you looked hot the other night”. “and what if someone else sees it?” “they won’t”. but even so, He Tian sticks to adorable pictures, because he’s got a point, no one should see Guan Shan that way but him.
who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: they both do and it’s kinda hilarious; one time He Tian wrote something cheesy on it (baby?), cheesy enough to bring a bright red on his cheeks, but instead of wiping it off (and be exposed to his flustered expression), Guan Shan writes back. not the cutest thing, but for He Tian, it’s still precious. so yeah, sometimes they randomly scribble things to each other after showering and it’s just fucking domestic.
who buys the other cheesy gifts: definitely He Tian. jesus, he would buy so much embarrassing shit just for the sake of annoying his boyfriend. but lowkey, he wants to remind Guan Shan that he’s loved and the teasing is part of it, in its own way. and Guan Shan likes it too and he grows accustomed to it, to the point it would be weird not to receive something from He Tian once in a while. and one day, Guan Shan mans up and decides to buy something cheesy for He Tian, because if he can do it, I can do it too, though... it’s deadly embarrassing.. and when He Tian receives the gift, he cannot?? believe it? he wants to laugh but there’s a bit of redness on his face that keeps him quiet for a bit and Guan Shan notices it and holy shit, it was so worth it.
who initiated the first kiss: if we’re talking about their first, consensual kiss, that would be Guan Shan. because He Tian would never force himself on him again, and he almost thinks Guan Shan will never, ever reach out, but to his surprise, it happens. the feeling of want in Guan Shan grows so much, he feels like his mind cannot work out this confusion by itself anymore and He Tian’s lips might make more sense.
(of course I wrote too much oops)
who kisses the other awake in the morning: hmm, since I can’t decide on a morning person, I think they both enjoy touching the other in the morning. He Tian would lean and kiss Guan Shan’s arm, shoulder, neck, all in a very tender way, like he’s the most precious thing in the world. on the other hand, Guan Shan would kiss He Tian’s forehead, cheekbone, and sometimes even his lips, lingering a bit there, when he feels overly smitten.
who starts tickle fights: He Tian! because Guan Shan’s laughter is one of the wonders of the universe and the more he laughs, the more flowers grow in the world and the more He Tian falls in love. but really, he enjoys seeing him light and relaxed, and playful tickle fights are a good opportunity. although I think they prefer pillow fights over this.
who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: not sure if any of them would actually ask. maybe He Tian, as a tease. but I feel like they would just enter the shower without further questioning; of course, when they reach a point in their relationship where they feel so comfortable around each other, some things remain wordless. I can imagine He Tian waking up pretty early, around 6am, because he can’t sleep anymore and Guan Shan hears him in the bathroom, figures he’s taking a shower and it takes him just a bit to decide to join. and the first thing Guan Shan does when He Tian turns around is to greet him with a passionate, slow kiss.
who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Guan Shan, of course. always makes sure He Tian eats well, since he’s such a mess when it comes to self-care. he would make him simple yet freaking delicious meals and He Tian will always compliment his food; Guan Shan tells him to stop being so damn extra, but in fact, hearing this makes him very happy.
who was nervous and shy on the first date: both, definitely. it’s a matter of visibility. Guan Shan is obviously very tense at first (and He Tian is aware of it, so he’s trying to find a way for him to relax) and He Tian is pretty self-conscious, although he’s not showing it. what should I do, is this right? how do people do this? is he enjoying it? — by the time He Tian lets these questions occupy his mind, Guan Shan is feeling much more comfortable as he finally notices He Tian’s extra care. how much he actually tries not to screw up, how he effortlessly looks so fucking good in his outfit and it’s all for Guan Shan. so he would let He Tian know it was an amazing day and, yeah, enough worrying and k-kiss me already.
who kills/takes out the spiders: oh god, #savespiders2k17. I have this hilarious scenario in mind.. where He Tian kills the spider and Guan Shan wrinkles his nose and then gives him a look “you’re gonna have to clean that up”. and suddenly, He Tian regrets everything. but yeah, probably He Tian, because Guan Shan is not a fan of smashing insects, it makes him uncomfortable.
who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: tbh I can barely picture He Tian.. drunk.. and I feel like drunk He Tian might actually be a very cute/clingy dork?? because he’d no longer try so much to be cool, he would just.. allow himself to slip and let Guan Shan see his soft side. which would make Guan Shan’s life so hard because clingy He Tian whispering things in his ear is a lot to deal with. but if He Tian gets soft and sentimental, then drunk Guan Shan would be.. maybe overly expressive? yeah, he might actually confess his love loudly, but not like, in a romantic way or whatever, just having some sort of stream of consciousness; he reveals his thoughts and feelings and whoa a lot to He Tian, and how much he loves him even though he’s an annoying ass sometimes, but he loves the way He Tian’s hair looks after showering, the way his clothes smell, the way his eyes watch him in the kitchen, the way— actually someone should just call the police because Guan Shan would kill He Tian after confessing such things. still, I can see it happening and it’s a great thing to think about!
ok ok, it’s time to shut up now, but I really enjoyed writing this. hope you enjoyed it as well!
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