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thequeenoftheisleofavalon · 1 year

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OBJECTION (TANGO) (MATTY HEALY X READER)

Author’s Note: I haven’t written fanfiction in at least five years but I’ve been listening to Objection (Tango) by Shakira a lot lately and I’ve been dying to read some good angst based on that song. I couldn’t find it so here I go. I hope you enjoy it, loves. If you have requests, feel free to send them in.

Info: reader insert, use of Y/N, angst, hurt/comfort, presumed unrequited love, friends to lovers, jealousy, swearing, immature characters.

Word count: 3K

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Y/N’s POV:

It's not her fault that she's so irresistible. Matty was sitting in the corner with Willa, her hand rested on his knee. He was hanging on to every word that fell from her lips. When he introduced her to our friend group, I never thought being around them would be so hard.

You see, Matty and I have always been friends. Friends, nothing else. We were neighbours as kids, and even roommates while the guys were recording their debut album. I developed the worst crush on his during Year 11, and it’s always been hopeless. I was dropping hints for a while but after never receiving a reaction, I gave up and resolved to repress my romantic feelings in order to save our friendship.

Matty met Willa a few weeks ago, and he was immediately smitten. Their relationship is flirty, he’s calling her baby every now and then, and once. they left the party together and she came to breakfast wearing the same clothes as the night before. A few weeks ago, our friendship changed as well. Every twenty seconds he repeats her name, I feel like we talk about nothing but her. ‘Willa got a promotion this week.’ (Thanks for asking, Matty, I did get the raise I wanted.) ‘Willa is seeing her folks this weekend; my plans are going down the drain now.’ (Yeah, just like mine when you promised a film night like the ones we used to have when we were living together but you went out with her instead and I had to find out through Instagram stories that you were, in fact, not coming.) ‘Willa and I are... Willa and I went to... Willa said... Willa thinks... Willa wants... Willa told me to...’ and so on, all the time.

He’s never asking about me anymore. He used to be so caring, helping me with grief, heartbreak, disappointment, anxiety and everything in-between and now he doesn't know anything about what’s been going on with me in the past few months. He memorises her every word but when it comes to me, he doesn't care. Not anymore. We used to stay up all night discussing politics, love, music and art but his vocabulary is reduced to one word now: Willa.

It's not her fault that she's so irresistible, I have to remind myself once again. Matty and I are not an item, we’ve never been one. She hasn’t done anything wrong, she’s just a girl my crush had fallen head over heels in love with.

‘Y/N,’ Ross startled me ‘are you okay? You seem out of it.’

‘What? Yeah, it’s just a headache... I was thinking of heading home actually.’

‘You sure?’ he did not look convinced but he didn’t push it.

Matty was my ride home but he was busy a few minutes ago, and now I couldn’t even find them in the corner anymore. It took me a second to notice the curly head on the dance floor. I wish there was a chance for him and me but there never was, so I just wish I could find a place to be away from here.

‘Pretty sure... Say bye to Matty and the boys for me, will you?’

The April night air was still cool, pinching my skin through my thin sweater. I shivered as the foul smell on the underground station hit me walking down the stairs.

...

The morning light streams through my window. I’ve been laying awake since 6 am, despite getting home at two in the morning. I have to put a stop to this. If I cannot handle my best friend getting into a relationship, I’m going to ruin both myself and our friendship.

When Matty called that afternoon to ask why I disappeared so early, I lied through my teeth, and gave the performance of my life pretending to be okay. He said he was worried, asked why I wouldn’t tell him I wanted to leave, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t think he’d care. Lately, when it comes to me, he doesn't care.

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It’s been two weeks since that party, and we are in the club again. I had an exhausting day at the office, we are in the finish line for publishing a novel that is supposed to be one of our best sellers this year, so all I wanted today was a bath and my bed but here I am because Matty asked me to come. But he has yet to say hi, or acknowledge my arrival in any way. I slip away to the bathroom, and when I’m done a familiar face is waiting for me by the basins.

‘I know what you’re up to,’ Willa says.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I’ve seen you eyeing Matty.’

‘Oh. Listen, I --’

‘If he wanted you, he’d have made a move a long time ago. He didn’t, and it’s no surprise.’

‘We’re just friends,’ but I wish we weren’t.

‘And it stays that way,’ she’s gone as soon as she’s said that.

She’s right, in a way. This is pathetic, and sardonic! It’s sadistic and psychotic of me to hold onto Matty in a romantic light. Of course, we can never be anything more. He’s made that clear through his actions - inactions -, and I just can’t seem to listen. Even tonight, he hardly even looked my way, while talking to nearly everyone in the group. I don't wanna the be the exception to get a bit of his attention anymore.

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I am done with Matty Healy. I am done with him, Willa, London, and everything that reminds me of them. Today was a big day for me. It was the publication day of the first novel I worked on as an editor. It debuted as number 7 on The Sunday Times Bestseller, the critiques loved it, and the even was wonderful. Better than expected, in fact. My boss pulled me aside to let me know there was an opening for a higher position in the publishing house’s NYC office, and she’d give me a recommendation if I applied.

At that moment, I brushed it off. But now, standing on the kerb, drenched, my shoes soaked through, my feet frozen, and my heart broken, it does seem appealing, much-needed even. Matty promised to pick me up from the party and take me out to celebrate, just like we celebrated his album releases but it’s been 45 minutes and he didn’t show up. It started raining heavily a while ago, although it seemed to be calming down. A car turned onto the street but my heart sunk when I noticed that it is indeed familiar but it’s not Matty’s. It stopped in front of me, and the window rolled down.

‘Sorry, Y/N,’ Ross said cautiously ‘Matty couldn’t make it. He asked me to come and drop you off at home.’

The ride home was silent. Ross concentrated on the road, and I was busy forwarding my CV and wording my cover letter regarding the NYC position. Apart from Matty, our friend group, and the few friends I made at work I haven’t had anyone else in England for a long time. My university friends all went on to pursue careers in other parts of the UK or abroad, my parents are gone and it’s been two years since my last proper relationship. If Matty and Willa got together, I would no longer have a space in their life, surely, I wouldn't be welcome after what happened at the last party. It would be better this way; I wished I could find a place to be away from here, and it appeared. I've got to get away.

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I woke up to pounding on my door. It was 7 am, and I had a splitting headache. In the doorway stood Matty, for once the last person I wanted to see.

‘Sorry, love,’ he started ‘I was about to leave but Willa called me in a panic. She wouldn't say what it was but she seemed to have needed me. It turned out to be nothing, she thought she’d seen a rat but --’

‘I don’t care, Matty,’ I cut him off.

‘What?’ he seemed taken aback.

‘I don’t care. I’ve always there when you need me but lately you hardly acknowledge that I exist. I can’t do this anymore; I need some space. Please, leave,’ I felt my heart split into two.

‘But... love, I --’

I shut the door on him, and on the past. I’m done with Matty Healy, even if my heart isn’t yet.

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I’m dancing my heart out. The music in the club is loud, I can feel it pulsing through my veins. I don’t care who I’m dancing with, or how we do it. It’s been three weeks since Matty had come to see me. We are at the club again, the majority of our group is on the dance floor but Matty, Willa and the band are sitting down. However, I have good reason to celebrate: I was offered the job in NYC! My hips move to their own accord, I can feel my partner’s hand rest on my waist, and he moves with me. I do not hold back. I haven’t felt so free in months. But I can feel eyes burning into me, so I look up to our table just to see Matty staring daggers at me. He’s tense, his hands are balled up in fists, and Willa is chattering beside him, yet he doesn’t seem to register it. He stands, and I decide that’s my cue to leave. I got dizzy dancing anyway.

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MATTY’S POV:

It's not her fault that she's so irresistible. The light is falling on her just light, casting her a golden glow as she dances in perfect rhythm to the music. She’s dancing like nobody’s watching, like she used to in her room when she needed to relieve stress. My blood boils as the boy whispers something into her ear, then puts his hands on her hips. That should be me, I want that to be me, and she doesn’t.

I’ve been in love with Y/N since she was in Year 13, and she’s been blissfully unaware of it for just as long. I was never able to let go of her, the girl who’s been by my side through everything, and I never dared to risk initiating something she wasn’t on board with. Instead, I dated models, all of whom my mother asked if they wanted a family someday, and I never had the heart to tell her that if I can’t have that with Y/N, I don’t want it.

Willa, an attractive but uninteresting girl, kept talking, blood pounded in my temples as I watched Y/N rule the dance floor, and I stood up before I realised what I was doing. She saw me, and bolted for the door.

Things have been tense between us. Over the past six months, I found myself thinking about her more and more, I woke up covered in sweat after wet dreams of her, I kept finding dumber and dumber reasons to call her, hang out with her or text her. I was sure she’s been getting suspicious of me, and when Willa was introduced to me at a casting for our new music video, and she proved to be the perfect distraction. I over-emphasised her, every time I wanted to ask Y/N about a minor detail she dropped about her day several weeks earlier I talked about Willa instead. I didn’t give a fuck, and she knew but Y/N couldn’t.

I tried to hide my feelings for her though disguising them as if they were directed at somebody else, I might have still ruined the friendship I was trying to preserve. Y/N had a huge career moment, and I wanted to celebrate it as she celebrated mine with me: getting junk food take out, and binging pretentious movies, and talking until the sun came up. However, I fucked up. Willa called me because she thought someone had broken into her flat. When I got there everything seemed normal but she was upset, and we ended up in her bed as I tried to calm her down. I was a damn twat but I was already 35 minutes late and I couldn’t have her standing in the rain, waiting for me. I asked Ross, who lives near the venue, to pick her up. I went to her house but the lights were off and I didn't dare to ruin her night further by waking her up. I slept in my car, and when I knocked in the morning, she cursed me out.

‘I’m right here,’ Willa whined.

‘I know.’

‘Yet, you kept looking out to the dance floor. Now to the door, to be precise. Why are you so hung up on her?’

‘She’s the girl I’m in love with. I told you upfront.’

‘She doesn’t want you.’

‘And I don’t want you,’ she was pissing me off.

‘Wha--’

‘I think we should break up.’

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Y/N is leaving for New York. I overheard George telling Adam that he can’t believe she would even consider relocating that far. I haven't seen her in days, not since she rushed out of the club but here I am, once again pounding on her door.

‘What?’ she’s stood in the door way in her favourite sun dress which makes my heart ache.

‘New York? You’re going to fuckin’ New York fuckin’ City without telling me?’

‘Yes, I am. I’d have told you.’ ‘When? You’d have called me from Central Park after two fuckin’ weeks?’

‘When it comes to me you don't seem to care if I'm alive or dead, so why’d you care if I’m in London of New York?’

‘What the fuck, Y/N? You’re the one who’s been off, and ignoring me for weeks now!’

‘Because I hate Willa, okay? She was rude to me, and every twenty seconds you repeat her name. I can’t put up with it anymore, you never ask about me but I must listen to everything your girlfriend does.’

‘We broke up,’ I said.

‘I don’t care. All the damage she's caused isn't fixable,’ it has to be. ‘But Y/N, let me--’

‘No! You left me in the rain on my big day for her, and it’s not just that, you gotta know small things also count. I got a raise, Matty, and you didn’t even know because you never asked. I got a raise, I got an offer to take a promotion in New York, I switched to a new brand of coffee, I’m allergic to the brand of shower gel I’ve been using, that’s why my skin’s been so irritated, I paid five quids for just butter at Sainsbury's, which is ridiculous, and you don’t know any of this, Matty, and I don’t know anything about you either because you’ve been shunning me,’ my heart ached for all the things, the big and the small, that I’ve missed. I was so stupid.

‘I’m so--’

‘I'm tired of this triangle, I love you but you don't even bother.’

‘You... love me?’ she can’t be serious.

‘I do, I have for a while. It doesn’t matter, I didn’t want you to know but I’m going away anyway, so there you have it, make fun of me.’

‘I’d never make fun of you, Y/N/N. I love you too.’

‘Don’t say that!’, she was yelling now, ‘You have no right to say that! You put me through hell these last few weeks, I thought I lost you as a friend, too, and now you pull this. It’s not funny.’

‘I’m serious. I have loved you since I was 18,’ I have to get her to believe me, if it’s the last thing I do.

‘You really have, haven’t you?’

She’s crying at this point, I pull her into my chest, and keep whispering ‘I love you’ into her hair until she calms down.

‘Why don’t you come inside? I can’t believe I'm falling apart in your hands again,’ she’s sniffling.

Once we’re in her living room, she’s looking at me sternly, staring from the couch.

‘I need to know... Did you really mean it?’ ‘Yes.’

‘Why? Why didn’t you tell me, and why would you do all this with Willa and I if you were in love with me all along?’ ‘Because I’m a dumb-ass. I wanted to forget you. I wanted to make you jealous. I don’t know. I just wanted to not feel like this anymore. I didn’t think you could love me; you never indicated it.’ ‘I did! When we were teenagers, I kept dropping hints, like when I kept referring to our hang-outs as dates to gauge your reactions, or when I complimented your hair literally every single morning for a year, but you never responded, and I had to accept that.’ ‘Y/N, I was a teen, I wouldn’t have noticed love if it slapped me in the face.’

‘So... will you kiss me already?’

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Y/N’S POV:

Matty’s lips touched my lips softly. I reciprocated, tangling my fingers into his curls. His tongue entered my mouth, kissing me with conviction, and an expertise I didn’t possess yet.

‘What about New York?’ he asked, pulling away way too soon.

‘I haven’t given my official response yet.’ Actually, I got another offer in the UK I hadn’t considered before because of the Matty-situation but it’s the same position as the NY one with a much higher salary than I have now.

‘Don’t take it. Please. I know it’s selfish but I’m a selfish dickhead, asking you to stay here, with me. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help you build the career you want; you like you helped me making mine but please, don’t let that be in New York.’

‘Matty, I’m not going anywhere.’

#matty healy x reader #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy imagine #matty healy x you #matty healy x oc #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 #fanfic

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pilot-posting · 8 months

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🔞 "Asynchrosis" Pt.2

hehe it’s been like an hour since i finished the first little bit but oh my god i am losing it

“Medical leave”

i stared at the ceiling in the trauma center, my legs bouncing lightly up and down unconsciously. i looked pretty out of place, most patients wore clothes similar to hospital garments from earth, but i was wearing my body glove, a simple black skin-tight body suit. the nurses had tried to get me to change out of it but i wouldn’t let them, protesting aggressively about how it made me feel comfortable. thinking about the tantrum made me cringe at myself but i shook my head and stared up at the ceiling. i had other things to be embarrassed about.

i had just been given “the talk”, my lieutenant pulled me aside the day after i had been admitted to medical leave. he sat me down in a locked office and explained to me my predicament.

“Listen, Emerson, it’s not unusual or even necessarily bad for pilots to grow attached to their mechs, Class-X mechs are arguably designed to make that happen…”

i wasn’t listening, there was just so much static behind my eyes. the night before i was pulled out of my Haratora-Zed by a concerned Class-I pilot while in deep synchrosis, in plain english, i was fucked up. i felt so angry with him for a little while… why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut, why’d he have to poke me. i don’t blame him as much now, he was doing his job, but still…

“Your mech, The Nagarrond?” my head snapped up to listen at the mention of her— i mean it, whatever.

“yes sir?”

“are you even aware how quickly you reached pique synchrosis?” i stared at him and shook my head no, i was lying, i had been training myself to fall quicker and quicker,

“22 minutes, you were in your mech for 22 minutes before synchrosis was complete. that’s record lows, and also terribly uncharted waters…” his voice faded off for me again. Nagarrond, my mech, has a specially designed interior, it was originally made for the feminine frame but, it was given a masculine attachment between the legs, to accommodate my… yeah.

“Pilot, we’re more worried for you than anything, alright?” i nodded, taking this comment as the end of the conversation and stood up,

“may i return to my quarters sir?” he looked a little beside himself but he nodded, i quickly walked down the hallway to get to the elevator, praying no one else was joining me, i could feel the crotch of my body suit getting tighter…

the way a class-x works is pretty simple to explain, pilots are pumped full of sensory enhancers through these fun little mechanical ports they put into you, before you put your body suit on, they cover you in a siphoning substance, basically so that the suit will vacuum seal itself to your skin… sometimes you do it yourself, but normally you have other crew help you. recruits to the program have a pretty typical track record of sexual misconduct during this period, as the gel is applied, hands wander and, protocol falls apart. but once you get into the mech, i assure you, you will never yearn for hands again.

once entering, your body suit will be pressurized by the mech grabbing and tightening around your body, this will cause the siphoning liquid to rapidly leave through the neck, finalizing the body suit equipment, then the mech will attach various prongs to the neural link halo implant around the upper half of your head, causing you to gain eye sight, and a informational HUD, including power levels, estimation on “time until release” (how soon you’re likely to cum), incoming messages and orders, some of which are automated meaning the mech is basically just using you as a power source, and some of which will request your direct input, alongside this you also get various fun “settings” you can neurologically activate.

after the halo insertion, then begins the output interfacing. in crude language since they somehow manage to make it boring during training, if you have a dick, it puts you into an industrial grade, personalized, and neurologically tuned vibrating, squeezing, and sucking fleshlight, which is constantly self lubricated. if you have a pussy, it attaches a pump to your clit which will constantly suck on it, and occasionally spray it with water to rehydrate, alongside this pump a scan of your interior is taken, and a studded self positioning dildo will extend to your ideal length and angle, and then always pump into you at the right speed. both body types are penetrated with anal vibrators which run on personalized cycles to stimulate your anal g spot as well as they can. most pilots will cum up to 4 times during calibration alone, causing the suit to provide appropriate sustenance through a pair of ports which are surgically implanted into your neck.

as the elevator door started to close i couldn’t help it, i leaned against the back wall and reached down to my girl-bulge, rubbing it through the bodysuit~ my tip tented against the rubbery material which hugged my skin, i could only imagine how bad this would hurt for a girl with a bigger dick… but i didn’t have that problem. i whimpered to myself as the door finally finished closing, i collapsed to a cross legged position, leaning forward as to rub my bulge across my calves, i humped at it desperately, growing frustrated with myself. it was the first day in months i didn’t have any stimulus enhancers, every stroke and hump felt unsatisfying? despite how much i whimpered at them. before i knew it i had to get back to standing, as i saw the floor number rapidly approaching mine. as i got myself up i made myself look professional, aka i yanked my girldick between my legs and just prayed it would get a little softer…

i rushed back into the trauma unit and past the receptionist, into the quarters, locking myself in my room and collapsing against the door, the cool blue lights were flickering on from the motion detection as i just stared down at my humiliating girl dick, i shook my head rapidly for a second to try and get my mind off it before undoing the body suits binding and tossing it on my bed.

i grabbed my holo phone and went for the shower… i had some sketchy websites to look at.

#nsft #trans nsft #mech posting #mech nsft #hornyposting #emersons scrawlings #Asynchrosis

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starry-eyed-never-satisfied · 4 months

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16, 25, 19, and 5 ;D

Eee! I'm so sorry, i started to answer an then saved to drafts and forgot you!

At what point in the process do I come up with the title?

I try to use lyrics for my titles, and some of them I had as soon as I started writing - 3 AM Wide Awake, Hold Me, My Leathers Fit Tight Around Me. Others were much harder, Driving On Down The Road got a title change after I posted it, and a lot of my wips are saved as document 1, 2 etc, which means if I'm looking for a particular one I have to open all of them!

Have I ever upset myself with my one writing?

Yes! Hold Me, Gods Of Thunder, and there is one line in one of my wips that I cannot read without crying.

A small teaser from one of my wips.

This one is a story from the Hotter Than Hell recording, a combo of Ace's car crash and a story from Paul's book where he nearly got arrested for not having his licence. For dramatic effect, I have written him as being arrested.

Afterwards no one could remember what had set it off. A bad day, a thoughtless word spoken in anger. On top of the stress of recording and being away from home for so long everyone’s tempers were frayed. Ace and Peter had both been drinking steadily since they had returned from the studio several hours earlier. Sometimes that put them in a very good mood. Today was not one of those days. A terrible fight had ensued, and Ace went storming out in a rage.

“That fucking idiot is driving!” shouted Gene at the sound of squealing tires as Ace speed off. “He’s going to fucking kill himself!”

Although Peter had been screaming at Ace just minutes earlier, he suddenly had the urge to defend his friend. “And that would make you happy, wouldn’t it!”

“Of course it fucking wouldn’t!”

Bill got between the two of them, placing a calming hand on each. “Guys, just calm down.”

Gene looked around the room. “Where’s Paul?”

What no one had noticed was that before Ace stormed out, Paul had already left. He hated fighting. He hated anger and aggression. Negative energy. Whatever it was, it reminded him of when his parents fought, and he couldn't stand it.

Driving along, radio blasting, wind in his hair, Paul felt the stress melt away. Music had always been his solace, and he had it so loud that he almost didn’t hear the police siren. Turning down the music, Paul peered ahead. Where was the cop? He could never tell which direction sound was coming from. Then he glanced in his rear-view mirror. Fuck! He’s right behind me! I wasn’t speeding, was I?

Heart pounding, Paul pulled over. Hopefully it would be a lady cop. He could try his charm on her. The officer approached. He was a man.

“Licence and registration, please,” he said.

Paul nervously reached for his wallet . . . and realised it wasn’t in his pocket. He had left in a rush and hadn’t even thought to grab it. The police in New York never cared. As it turned out LA police were different.

“I . . . uh . . . I don’t have it. I left it at the hotel, sorry.”

“Then you’re going to jail.”

“Jail?” Paul’s blood turned to ice. “I can’t go to jail.” Joking around one day, Gene had said if Paul was ever in jail, he’d be the most popular guy there. “Not looking like this.”

It was to no avail. Paul was frisked, which if he hadn’t been so scared, he would have found funny. His jeans were skin-tight, so if he had any weapon other than his love gun in them, it would have been obvious. Then he was handcuffed and pushed into the police car and taken away.

A few miles away there were no police. Which may or may not have been fortunate for Ace, as he was taking out his anger by seeing how fast he could drive the winding hill roads. And when he found he could do it quite fast, he did it again.

What's a fic idea I've had that I will never write?

I have a couple that I have tried, but are really hard. One is a self insert, me and Paul, pure smut. I've written a little, but then I think about people reading it and I get embarrassed and delete it. The other is really dark and deals with a suicide attempt, again I've written a little, but I don't know how it would be received.

Thanks for the ask!

#thanks for the ask!

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sapphicsafehaven · 3 months

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Nippy Evenings | Chapter 3: Long Walk Home

📖 read on Ao3 Rating M to E [minors DNI]

Tess x Reader fic | slow burn, enemies to lovers (if you squint), flirting with Tess, vulnerable Tess, eventual smut, reader insert no use of y/n, afab reader, wlw, nblw, bisexual Tess

Chapter 3: Long Walk Home

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

You wake to gentle streams of sunlight filtering in through the dirty windows of whatever this building used to be. For a moment you forget that you’re still away from your apartment with - Why is it so quiet? You look around to find that the table has been cleared and it looks as though Tess and Joel are gone. You quickly grab your pack and begin looking through it.

“It’s all there,” Tess’s voice comes from around the corner.

“Shit,” you gasp, “I thought you were gone.” You walk around the corner to find Tess cleaning one of her guns by the window, sitting on what looks to be a former coffee bar. You take a look around the room. It looks like it used to be a small café and lounge. The sun made the harsh, looted interior seem softer.

“Admiring the view?” Tess quips. Her eyes locked on you. You turn and notice how the light gives her hair a soft golden halo. You wonder if any scars are from before the outbreak or what kind of clothing she used to prefer. You’d usually feel shy about staring but not with Tess.

“Yes,” you say, honestly.

Tess doesn’t say anything but she holds your gaze. She clears her throat before saying, “We better get going.”

“We? I thought the whole map situation was so we didn’t know where the other lived.”

“I’m only walking you part of the way. Then we’re splitting off.” She hastily puts her cleaning tools away and reassembles the gun. Just me and Tess, huh…

“Impressive,” you compliment. Just as she looks up to respond you continue, “Quick fingers.”

She blinks at you and you smile mischievously. “Don’t get cocky just because Joel’s not here-”

“Oh, I’m sure he took all the cocky with him.” You slightly emphasize cock as you cut her off.

She drops her bag and paces over towards you. “Just because Joel’s not here doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you up is what I was going to say.”

I wish you would, is what you want to say but all that comes out is, “I’m sorry, Tess. I’m just trying to be friendly. I’ll skip the jokes. We can just walk.” She doesn’t say anything, just slowly walks back to grab her things. You definitely hit some kind of nerve but you’re not sure which one.

You walk up behind her and follow her out of the front door. “Oh, and for the record. You look like you could fuck me up so, you know. I wouldn’t really try to push you. Just for the record.”

She smirks, “You repeat yourself alot, you know?” She seemed much calmer with your admission out in the open. Not necessarily open, but calmer.

“Probably a trauma response, honestly. People didn’t believe me as a kid so it felt like no one ever actually listened to what I said. God, you ever miss therapists?”

“What?” She’s only half listening. Looking around as you two walk, making sure nothing is going to surprise you.

“Therapists! You never went?” Tess shakes her head, looking at you quizzically.

“Ah, man. I do. Now I gotta do all this shit on my own and also not get bit, beaten, or buried.”

Tess actually laughs at that.

“I’m serious, Tess,” you giggle, pressing on, “You know, I actually met a therapist a few years back. We got to talking about how she missed having her practice, it was grounding for her, and then we started meeting once a week.” You’re not sure why you’re sharing this but something in you wants to imagine what it could be like to have Tess as a friend.

Tess shakes her head, trying to hide the smile on her face.

“Although that didn’t last very long cause we just started hooking up and as it turns out even in the apocalypse sleeping with your therapist is a bad idea. So that fell apart.”

Tess stops the two of you and turns, “Are you being serious?” You nod. “So, you, hang on. You want a therapist more than anything. And then you get one. And then you bang her.”

“Turns out I was also incredibly horny,” you say with a shrug. “Guess being a virgin during the end times makes you all systems go at the first hot chick. I dunno.”

You can’t tell if the look on her face is genuine confusion or her realizing that you were probably only in college when the world fell apart. “How many people have you been with?”

“Why? You looking for more hot chicks?” You figure now’s as good a time as any for some boldness.

“More?” She doesn’t quite pick up what you’re getting at.

You smirk, surprised, “I believe you fall into that category.”

At that her face turns back to her usual deadpan mask. She turns and begins walking. You see her clench and unclench her fists a few times. What just happened?

You jog to catch up, “Tess?”

“I’ve had enough of your jokes.” She’s mad.

“Tess,” you reach for her arm and she turns, grabbing your wrist harshly. “Ow, Tess! I wasn’t making a joke! Shit, let go!” Tears start to blur your vision as you try to pull away. “Tess, please, stop.”

She finally does and you back up until you hit a wall. Your wrist is throbbing and already turning various shades of blue and purple. Most likely sprained. “Jesus,” you gasp under your breath.

“I wasn’t making a joke,” you toss out, defeated.

For a moment she looks like she wants to say sorry but instead turns and keeps walking.

You follow behind, keeping a small distance between the two of you. The rest of the walk is silent. She tries to start up small talk a few times but you keep your answers short.

Eventually, you recognize street names and buildings. “I know where I am now.”

“You sure, I can keep heading this-”

“I’m good,” you say, cutting her off. A small amount of guilt comes up out of nowhere. You aren’t sure why but you don’t want things to end like this.

“Although,” you sigh, “I could use a bodyguard. I can’t really throw a punch at the moment.” You offer a small smile, hoping she’ll come around.

She glances between your face and your wrist. You can feel her thinking in circles.

"Not a joke, for the record." She chuckles. "Walk me home?"

She raises an eyebrow, "You invitin' me over?"

"Well, I mean, to the courtyard. Can't have you knowing my number, you might come after the other wrist." You giggle and turn down the street towards your apartment.

You hear her follow so you turn and glance over your shoulder. You find her staring softly at you before she turns to check her surroundings. A slight blush creeping up her cheeks.

You're definitely inviting her over.

#slow burn #enemies to lovers (if you squint)#flirting with Tess #vulnerable Tess #eventual smut #reader insert no use of y/n #afab reader #wlw #nblw #bisexual Tess #tess servopoulos #tess x reader #hbo tlou #tlou tess

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peach-and-bugs · 2 years

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Hey! May I request stairs with Peggy carter please?

❤️Stairs - Peggy Carter x fem!Reader❤️

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Summary: You're sent out on an evening sting operation with Chief Thompson, but Peggy isn't far behind and will be around if you need her

Warnings: cannon-typical violence, some era-accurate sexism (it's the late 40s after all) blood, and guns

Word Count: 2,895

A/N: another fic for Peggy! I always intend to keep these short, but I have a track record of writing longer work for Peggy. maybe it's a bit of favoritism, but I can't seem to help it! She's got a special place in my heart after all. she's my favorite spunky birt and deserves more self-insert content. not much more to say about this one, but I hope you enjoy, and as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! ❤️

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Why you'd been tasked to go undercover with Jack Thompson had been bewildering you since you learned of the news just before your lunch break. What was more bewildering, however, was how pleased he seemed with the whole affair. He’d grinned as he told the office during the briefing and his eyes landed on you with mingling amusement and praise.

You sat at your desk scowling down at your lunch, too sickened by your evening mission to even eat. It would be an easy mission for the most part. You were mostly eye candy when you thought about it. But you'd be stuck on smug Thompson’s arm the whole time. The man probably wouldn’t let you go to the suite by yourself. You groaned under your breath, shaking your head.

“Not thrilled with your position?” a voice asked you out of nowhere. You looked up, the sandwich still in hand, and forced a smile. Peggy had come back with the other men’s lunch orders since you needed to “rest up” for tonight, according to Thompson.

“No, I’m not pleased with it at all, actually,” you said through a sigh, putting your sandwich down, still too nauseous to eat. The main room was practically empty since Thompson said so much had to be done in preparation for tonight, so Peggy began passing sandwiches out to the abandoned desks. Despite moving around, you could tell you had her attention and continued. “I mean, why would he pick me? He’s only ever got me doing sandwich orders,” you paused as Peggy stopped moving.

“No offense,” you murmured. Peggy laughed, finishing up what she was doing as she shook her head.

“None taken, but I know how you feel,” she threw away the to-go bag and pulled a chair up to the opposite side of your desk. “At least you're going in the field tonight,” she sighed, crossing her arms and leaning forward with her elbows on your desk.

“Thompson said this was a department-wide mission. What are you doing?” Peggy scoffed and rolled her eyes, puckering her red lips with an annoyed expression.

“I’m going to be listening to coms and sending in backup if necessary. But I’m not allowed to be back up,” you scoffed and shook your head.

“That’s ridiculous! If anything, you should be doing my job,”

“Why do you say that?” she sounded genuinely curious and you shrugged.

“You’ve always been better in the field, plus youve got the drive and motivation to do well. I admire that,” Peggy seemed surprised by that response and didn’t say anything for a long moment. She bit her lip before speaking, her eyes wandering, yet avoiding your gaze.

“y/n, you sell yourself short,” she looked back up, meeting your gaze with a new softness. “You have the same training and the same capabilities as anyone here. You are an excellent, dedicated agent and you deserve that recognition,” you smiled, shying away from her gaze with a light chuckle. You'd grown close to Peggy over the past few years of working together and naturally, you'd become one another's cheerleaders of sorts. Heaven knew you both needed it, given your working environment and coworkers.

“Thank you, Peg,” the Brit smiled a wide, rather wicked grin and winked just as your conversation was cut short with the return of the offices' male population.

“No problem. Naturally, you’ll do great, but I’ve always got your back,” she stood up, returning the chair she had stolen as she went back to her desk. You began to rifle through the files about the evening's mission on your desk as you went back to your lunch. Thompson happened to walk past you on his way to his office and stopped short. You didn’t pay him any mind till he cleared his throat. You could feel eyes from around the office on you as you replied by giving him the attention he wanted.

“Do you need something, Thompson?” you asked, taking a bite of your sandwich as you watched him carefully. He smiled and shook his head slightly, exchanging an amused look with the agent that sat in front of you. You didn’t share this amusement. You knew Thompson got off getting under you and Peggy’s skin, which was another reason he’d brought one of you on the evening's mission at all. But you weren't going to have it.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for tonight?” you stopped chewing with an arched brow. You stared at him for a moment, then looked down at your watch.

“It’s barely one,” you had to stifle the scoff that tickled the back of your throat. Thompson was browning impatient with you now, sighing as he ran a hand over his chin.

“Well, ladies have a habit of taking their time, and I’d like you to look your best,” another chuckle from some of the men in the office. You held your ground, taking the time to finish the bite of the sandwich still in your mouth before properly answering.

“If you’re offering to let me off early, Chief then I’ll gladly take you up on your offer. Just say the word and I’m on my way,” Thompson glared at you, any amusement in his eyes turning to irritation at your confidence. His nostrils flared with injured pride and he huffed, walking away from your desk.

“Be back by eight,” he barked back. The office grew quiet again, eyes trained on you, then hurriedly men went back to work with the ring of a phone. You smiled, turning around as you collected your things to exchange the look with Peggy. She was practically grinning from ear to ear as she caught your eye and waved as she sent you off.

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Just as you'd been instructed, you arrived back at the office at eight. With your time off, you'd been able to hit the salon and get your hair done up nice for the evening, even if it was just a sting operation. The plan was quite simple and frankly, you didn’t have to do much. New weaponry was on the market, again, and the office had gotten anonymous intel that a sale would be going on with the party as a cover.

You’d be out on the floor, mingling with Thompson and posing as his date. A few other agents would be scattered around the party and it would be your job with Thompson to locate the seller and the buyer, intersecting the deal with an arrest. It was a rather basic operation, but it would still be worth being careful.

So, you now found yourself almost unbearably close to Thompson in a well-known hotel with a glass of champagne in on hand and an earpiece tucked behind your hair. Jack was talking with a man he seemed to know and cracking rather dry jokes as you scanned the room. You sipped your drink, leaving behind one more sip with a sigh. You felt Jack’s hand round your waist squeeze just a tad and your head whipped around. He had on a fake grin and chuckled under his breath.

“Make sure you pace yourself, dear. You know how you can get with a few too many drinks,” you knew the comment was to maintain your cover (hopefully), but you forced an irritating smile and laughed rather abruptly.

“I can’t make any promises, hun. Not when the night’s still young,” you tried to sound sweet, but the bitterness spit from your tongue. He exhaled with a twitch in his smile and turned back to his company, seemingly getting the picture.

“Honestly, who does he think he is,” you heard Peggy grumble over the earpiece. You hid your smile behind your glass, taking in the last of your champagne. You knew for a fact, that if you heard her then Thompson had too. It was quite a pleasing thought to have.

You continued to scan the room as Jack went on conversating. another tray of drinks came around and you got yourself another. That was when you noticed the rather shifty woman with a handbag that seemed to bulge strangely. She seemed paranoid, given the way her eyes frantically dashed about the room. You squinted, furrowing your brow as she darted to the suite without looking at Thompson much, you blindly shoved your new drink into his hand. You missed the confused and annoyed look he gave you as you waved him off, moving to leave.

“I just need the powder room,” you mumbled, eyes trained on the woman running from the party. When you’d ducked into a hall behind her, you flipped your hair out of the way of the earpiece. “I think I’ve got her,” you mumbled quickly, trying to keep suspicions low.

“Her?” one of the male agents working coms with Peggy asked. You rolled your eyes. Yes, a “her”. Why was the idea of a woman going undercover still so shocking? You continued to follow her and caught the tail end of her running into a back door of the hallway. You kept up, peeking into the door to find a long, winding set of stairs leading upwards. She didn’t want to be followed, otherwise, she would have used an elevator. You’d have preferred it if she used an elevator, but you followed.

She went up and up, and it got to a point where you had to stop and take off your heels to avoid developing blisters.

“Is she going to the roof? you heard Peggy ask over the intercom.

“I’m not sure. I hope not,” you whispered. “It’s freezing this time of year,” a chill ran down your spine just thinking about it. You heard Peggy subtly laugh and subconsciously smiled ad you looked up the stairs. Finally, she stopped and exited onto the floor. When you arrived on the floor landing shortly after her, it was marked as the sixteenth floor.

“She’s on the sixteenth,” you said over your coms. “Thompson, are you getting any of this?” you asked with no response.

“Get Thompson’s coms working,” Peggy ordered the men in the truck with her. Without waiting, you pushed forward just in time to see the woman dart down the hall. She ducked into a suite, shutting the door quickly behind her. You approached the door cautiously, eyes scanning the empty hall just to reassure you that it was empty. Your hand took hold of the doorknob, which was unlocked, but you hesitated. Looking down at your feet, some kind of smoke began wafting out from inside the suite. Your eyes widened and you stumbled back.

“There's gas!” you yelped rather loudly, scurrying to pull a handkerchief out of your bag to cover your nose and mouth.

“Gas? y/n, are you sure?” Peggy asked urgently in your ear. You blinked, taking more steps away from the door. You shook your head, pursing your lips under the handkerchief as you worked on formulating words.

“Yes, gas or smoke- something’s leaking out from under the door,” Peggy began trying to tell you to keep calm and wait, but there was a loud bang from inside of the suite, a bang that sounded eerily like a gunshot. Without any more hesitation, you ran forward and barged in with the handkerchief still covering your face.

Condensation leaked out the opened door and you arrived inside to find the woman shaking with a gun in hand, pointing it straight in front of her. Looking downward, you noticed the legs sticking out from the end of the bed and the blood pooling from the gunshot wound. What you now decided had to be steam leaked out of some kind of contraption you couldn’t recognize sitting on a dresser, but before you could note anything else, the woman turned on you with hyperventilating breath. Peggy was yelling in your ear, trying to get some kind of confirmation that you were alright.

You took the handkerchief from your mouth and put your hands up, preparing to offer her help and assure her that things would be alright when she abandoned the gun and lunged forward. Your back hit the ground, knocking the wind from your lungs with a squeaky wheeze. Her hands pushed your face into the ground, squeezing tight, but you had enough vision to notice something strange in her other hand. You couldn’t get a good look, but when she pushed a button, there was a pulsing, screeching sound that felt like it was squeezing your brain. You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in pain and before you knew it, she was sprinting down the hall, leaving you on the carpet. It was all so fast that you hadn’t had the time to react.

You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the smoke pooled around you on the floor. Thompson was nowhere to be seen but yelling could be heard from the party. You rolled over onto your hands and knees as your ears began to ring. You held yourself up on the balls of your palms and took the crackling earpiece out with a harsh exhale of breath. Your hearing was impaired for the time being by the device the woman had used, but as you collected yourself you could have sworn someone said something about the roof.

You felt hands on your shoulder before you could hear properly and adrenaline boiling in your head, pushing yourself away. It took a moment to realize it was Peggy kneeling beside you on the carpet. You took in long, shaking breaths as she urged you to relax and breathe. Peggy helped you to sit up against the wall, her hands squeezing as she steadied your shoulders. You managed a pained smile and chuckled.

“You got lucky, getting to use the elevator,” Peggy seemed stunned for a second, not understanding your joke. But when it did click, she smiled, sighing with relief as she shook her head.

“I also took the stairs, actually,” you groaned, knocking your head back against the wall.

“Why would you do that to yourself?” she chuckled again, but her eyes drifted away from yours. You caught her hand moving up to your face, reaching forward to gently thumb at your lip. You hissed at her touch and she flinched back, but you shook your head. “I’m ok. It just stings a little,” if you were honest, Peggy’s touch had been quite nice, minus the cut in your thumb. She was far more gentle than one might expect, especially if you'd seen her fight before, which you had plenty.

“It doesn’t look all that bad,” she murmured, rubbing your bit of blood between her thumb and forefinger. “And for the record, the stairs seemed faster at the time,” you chuckled again and hummed.

“You might regret that in the morning,” your tongue darted out, wetting your bottom lip and you were met with the tangy, metallic taste of your blood. “She probably scratched it with her nails when she squeezed my face,” you trailed off, recalling the instance before. Peggy shook her head, and much to your surprise, she brushed your hair from your brow with feather-light fingertips.

“I won’t regret it as long as I know that you’re safe,” her tone was warm and soft, but unfamiliar. It was somewhat like how she’d sounded earlier in the day at lunch, but still not quite right. Her eyes trained on you, studying your long and hard as though she was making a consideration. She bit her lip, brows scrunching as she watched you, her fingers trailing over the apples of your cheeks and down the line of your jaw.

If you tried to talk, you probably wouldn’t be able to string along a sentence. As much as you'd try to hide it, a part of you had always wanted Peggy. She was an intoxicating creature to be around and you craved her attention, her affection. And here you were, practically captivating her gaze and you couldn’t believe it was real. Maybe you'd hit your head harder than you thought. Of course, she said something just as you got lost in your thoughts and you’d missed it. Expectation pooled in her eyes and she looked nervous.

“I’m sorry. My hearings a bit shot,” you forced a chuckle and she cleared her throat, eyes shifting.

“I said I’d like to kiss you,” words failed once more, and without another thought, you moved forward, removing the support of the wall in exchange for her touch. She held you close, taking your flurry of affections with open arms and parted lips. Her hands were strong on your biceps and back, squeezing tight with impending anticipation as your fingers pushed tightly into her hair. Her breath tasted and smelled strongly of sherry as it fanned over your lips. A gentle scrape from her teeth over your bottom lip was enough to reopen the closing wound. It added a familiar metallic taste you'd both grown familiar with in your mutual line of work. And just as quickly as it had started, it was finished, but it didn’t fail to leave you breathless.

"That was quite something," Peggy murmured. your thumb gently began to stroke the soft flesh of her cheek as you grinned.

"breathtaking, even" you added, your nose scrunching with a muffled giggle "almost like running up a flight of stairs,"

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melles1276 · 6 months

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I'd like to hear your POV

So, my fellow FF-writers out there ... I need your advice. How do you handle POVs?

Do you write per chapter? Or do you change the POV per section? Or do you split the chapter into two POVs?

Personally, I prefer to write entire chapters with just one POV. But I'm stuck at the moment because I started a chapter with a POV (Sam Wilson), but now I just have to insert a few lines from another POV (Bucky Barnes). Normally I wouldn't do that, but it would be kind of fitting. However, I'm afraid that this way (two POVs in one chapter) might be confusing.

Let me give you an example.

Here is an excerpt of my story:

POV Sam:

“Seems so,” Steve smiled briefly. "And what's next?"

“You heard Johnson - he's going to call the bank. “Probably to negotiate with the hostage takers.”

At that moment two more large police trucks pulled up. This time the letters “S.W.A.T.” could be read on the side walls.

Sam knew what that meant - if negotiations failed, the S.W.A.T. team would be called in. And they weren't exactly squeamish and didn't shy away from breaking in with armed force. A quick glance at Steve told him that his buddy was probably thinking the same thing.

“The way Bucky put it, these two are serious opponents.”

***

POV Bucky:

The mood in the bank had become a bit sour after Bucky's solo effort. Ahab and Ismael still seemed overwhelmed by the situation. Bucky had heard snippets of words from the distance several times. Apparently they were now planning to make a ransom demand. But that alone wouldn't help. The two also needed an escape vehicle and had to rely on the cooperation of the police. The discussion became more heated, but none of the suggestions about how to best get out of here sounded convincing to Bucky.

Ismael also expressed his displeasure at being hungry.

Bucky rolled his eyes, although he secretly knew that sooner or later they would have to provide people with food and water if they wanted to prevent a riot.

Then the ringing of the telephone in the headquarters broke through and immediately the tense atmosphere was back. Nobody moved. All eyes were on the device, which was ringing incessantly. The ringing sound rang countless times and seemed to get louder each time.

“Maybe someone should answer it?” Bucky asked no one in particular.

“The fuck we will do!” Ismael sucked in a breath.

***

POV Sam:

Sam thought. There weren't many options for freeing the hostages unharmed if there was no negotiation result. He didn't get any further with his thoughts because Sergeant Silva came towards them.

“Johnson wants to talk to you.”

When they entered the command car for the second time, there was still a hustle and bustle inside.

Johnson got straight to the point: “I made inquiries about Barnes. He’s a trained sniper?”

Steve didn't answer straight away, but looked briefly at Sam. “What are you trying to get at, Captain?”

"If we manage to smuggle a weapon into the bank-"

“Whoa!” Sam interrupted. “Since when have civilians been used to eliminate hostage takers?”

“Barnes is a Sergeant in the Army. He knows his way around weapons. We could use that to our advantage.”

“Buck is no longer in the military,” Steve clarified.

“Okay, then he’s a veteran. That doesn’t change the fact that he could be helpful to us.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if the whole thing was solved without force of arms? How did the conversation with the hostage takers go?” Sam wanted to know.

“No one answered,” Johnson had to admit. “Hence our consideration of including Barnes.”

“Shouldn’t you get some perspective before you think about using firearms?” Steve interjected. “What do we know about the hostage takers?”

“At the moment…nothing yet. We are in the process of evaluating the video recordings, but so far there are not many clues because the two are masked and deactivated the surveillance cameras shortly after the storm,” Johnson replied angrily.

“And what about the getaway vehicle?”

“It was found abandoned a few streets away and is currently being examined by forensics.”

"In other words," Sam said, "you're left empty-handed and someone else should fix it now."

Johnson narrowed his eyes at him. "We still have Plan B. The S.W.A.T. team is currently positioning itself on the roof and will then move further inside."

What do you think?

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turmoilcity · 1 year

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i mite kill my ex

How do I celebrate really good greens fic? By shipping Butch with an original character because I am absolute ass.

And I get why people don't like it because I don't like it either. I don't want to read your stinkn' Mary Sue, self insert oc getting it on with my faves. Sue me.

But lemme tell you something

LEMME TE- LEMME TELL U SOMETHING-

I did it. :P

Bella isn't a self insert, she's a character from my Magum Opus I have valiantly tried throwing out there for like... ten years now. :)

This was written in the spur of the moment. No edits cause I'm cool like that. Enjoy my shitty, cringey writing.

Oh yeah. This is some MTH AU... idea of my character Bella actually befriending the gang (Buttercup, Mitch etc.)

Title: Pza Breath

There was a general rule about people who overstayed their welcome. Yadda, yadda, you shouldn’t let someone else alpha your territory bullshit- Whatever. Bella didn’t give a fuck that Butch of all people was staying late and just hanging out. She liked his company anyway.

“I can’t believe I have such an ass team,” his voice rumbles threateningly into the tiny black dot of a mic propped at his lips.

Her last Christmas gift. a new gaming headset and he was the one in love.

He’d joined about four tournaments since he put that shit on, and was on a nonstop roll. He didn’t even stop to eat the pizza Bella offered him, which was kinda rude since she spent allowance money on it.

“I said throw the ball to Mickey, not fucking P daddy.”

CD’s, bookbags and a textbook, littered Bella’s bed, along with her blankets messily strewn about. She lay across it, eating her pizza watching Butch talk in the headset. She was getting a little bored.

“The ball isn’t going to go in. We’re about to lose this shit. We’re about to-” He shoots up. So does Bella in defense of her gaming equipment.

“Woah, woah, woah,” she says, suddenly in front of him. His eyes are narrowed, bottom lip tucked in. She actually chuckles, “Butch it’s just a game-”

“I was on a record breaking streak and I lost it all to a swarmy dumbass.” He grumbles, eyes going sharper.

Bella holds back from laughing at her friend crying about a loss and instead focuses on the remote he tosses back, “Hey, big shit. Calm it down for a second.”

He waves her off nonchalantly, finally advancing the pizza box.

“Break this shit, and I’ll break your ass,” Bella mutters.

Butch frowns as he pulls out two slices and tilts his auburn head back. He gobbles it like a fish on a line, “Fyouh fhay the weirdesh shift.”

“Speak for yourself,” she grimmaces at uncanny, goblin Butch. She sighs and sets the headset down properly on the stand it comes with. A prideful trophy of hers. She will cherish it for eternity.

There’s a loud belch from Butch.

She laughs and pinches her nose, wafting the air. “Ugh, dude.”

“I’m bored as shit,” he smacks his lips. The cardboard of the pizza “shuffs” as his greasy big hands flips it open for another, “Let’s do something.”

“Butch it’s 11 o’clock,” Bella informs him with a look. “The only thing you need to be doing is getting rest for school tomorrow.

He feigned a yawn, airly tapping his mouth, “Boring.”

Bella snickers again, somewhat delighted he’s practically asking to stay. She flops on the bed, joining him, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“Boring.” he says in the same tone he did before.

“Wannaaaaa… watch some youtube.”

“Bor- BELCH- riiiing.”

She laughs again, “Dude.”

He eats at the pizza some more, and says mouth somewhat full, “how come you never wanna do anything fun like… I don’t know make out or some shit.”

She’s chuckling and biting her lower lip from flat out howling, “After you did all that burping with your nasty pizza breath? I think not.”

“I’ve got some gum in here somewhere,” he says digging in his pockets with a thoughtful expression.

Bella’s still biting her lower lip, with a sly grin. She pushes his arm, “No need pizza breath. I wouldn’t make out with you if my life depended on it.”

That dropped the adorable pensive look right off of Butch’s face. His brows furrowed into a look that was a touch more serious, “Why?”

Well that was a curve ball and a half.

Once upon a time, it was true. Bella had developed the biggest crush on Butch he could have possibly ever imagined anyone having.

And it was weird. Overly, mushily weird. She thought about him every moment, lit up when someone said his name, she even had dreams about him.

It was the first time Bella had found herself truly smitten, and she didn’t know how to cope with it well.

She imagined, in his eyes, she was just a cool friend. How could she be anything but? When they met, they instantly clicked, sure, but the mapping of their friendship never came with a bump in the road. They had clicked platonically and nothing more.

She blinked furiously at him, “I- uh… it was a joke.” she chuckled trying to lighten the blow.

Butch looked the slightest convinced, “Huh… okay. Because I was going to bring up that we already kissed. That one time behind the mall for weed.”

He remembered!?

That day played like a movie she knew all too well every now and again. She figured Butch had long forgotten it. He did well on never bringing it up.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” she laughs, “Dude, you remember that?”

“Well, it happened like a day after we met. Can’t really forget it.” He rested back on her bed, hands behind his head and not second thinking what he just admitted aloud.

She looked back at him, green eyes low, hands braced behind his head and encouraging the fabrics of his jacket to pull up from his athletic, boxy abdomen. The dark cotton pulled just a bit above his navel, revealing another white article underneath. A trail of hair crept from the belt-clad waist of his denim jeans.

Her eyes lowered.

The bed bounced, squeaked, as she hopped up from her position and swung a leg bravely over his abdomen. He was taken aback.

She gripped his jacket inadvertently pulling his face close, “Kiss me,” she mocked, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

His voice was low, “U-uh. Could I take a mint check first?”

She flopped him down, crawling off, “Butch, you suck,”

“Wait!” he said getting up, face a little pink, “I didn’t think you would actually wanna mess around! “

“Do you wanna mess around?” her playful charade was dropped for a look of genuine curiosity.

There was a hint of unsureness in Butch’s gaze to her. He turned his green eyes to his knees. "I-I… I don’t know. If you want to I guess.”

Bella put her hands on her hips, readopting the less serious route as it seemed to do both of them better, “How many girls have you actually told ‘it was up to them?’”

“All.” he snapped up.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” he laughed giving her a puzzled look, “What do you take me for? A creep.”

“Okay, okay, so you’ve got morals at least. Thats a step in the right direction for a criminal like you.”

“Nice.”

“But on that topic, how many girls have you kissed?”

Butch tucked his chin in thought, then the fabrics of his jacket hissed as he went to scratch his chin with one hand and prop his elbow with the other. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” he began counting to himself.

“Oh come on. You don’t expect me to believe you kissed that many-”

“Shh. Shh. You’re throwing me off.” he furrowed a brow, marking the air, “6, 7... 8, 9…. 10…”

“10!?”

Butch smiled, “Oh! Yeah, only 3…4 counting you.”

She frowned, “What was that other counting for?”

“To see how you’d react.”

She pushed his knee.

He drew his eyes to this motion, “But since the count isn’t that bad, you wouldn’t mind climbing back on me right?” His eys suddenly widened, “After, I check my breath.”

Bella was not sold. “I mean it’s surprising you’ve only kissed 4 girls, coming from a guy like you, especially if I was the last of them-”

“Hell yeah, I’ve been going cold turkey.”

“But I’m still not going to kiss you just because you’re bored.”

Butch sighed and unraveled a stick of gum, “Sucks for you, then.”

She laughed, raising a brow, “Yeah. Sucks a bunch.”

The room was quiet save for Butch’s obnoxious chewing and the few cars and crickets outside. Her window was raised, so the cool autumns air was gently disturbing the curtains in her room, outside her window was darkness aside from a street life. Living far from the city was quiet at night, but having Butch over made it feel more relaxing.

The ceiling light was starting to feel obscenely bright as time passed. She let out a yawn and a stretch.

“Don’t get sleepy now, we still got some work to do.”

She smacked her lips and scoffed, “Whatever, man.”

“Someone’s chickening out.”

“Okay, pizza breath.”

“It’s minty breath now,” he said sticking the gum out between his teeth. She couldn’t help but to laugh,

It was a moment of silence again where all that happened was Butch chewing. Bella readjusted herself on the edge of the bed, so that her knee’s could be on the carpeted floor as she swept her hoodie-dressed arms on the bedside and lied her head on top. The faint lavender scent from her sheets was picking up and doing a number on her.

It seemed both of them were thinking of something to do, but were at a genuine lost, so all they were managing to do was waste time.

He blew a tiny bubble, and it popped, “Hey” he nudged her with his knee. She grunted. “I’m bored.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” he replied instantly, the weight of his body bouncing back against her dark blue sheets. His shoes clunk against the floor, as he kicks his converse’s off as hard as he can, they nearly sail to the ceiling. Fabrics protest against one another as he shuffles valiantly into her bed, pulling up the blankets.

“Hey! Hey! Not in my bed!” Bella barks.

“But you told me to go to sleep.”

She takes a moment, to take in Butch of all people in her bed, “Yeah at your house you dumb fuck. Atleast take your God damn jacket off before you lay in it.”

“You act like your bed is so perfect,” he rolled his eyes theatriacly while the zipper of his jacket hisses. He starts tugging his jacket off, it makes a heavy noise as it hits the ground beside the bed. Bella’s eyes take in his toned arms, the faint illusion of his torso slightly hunched in his oversized t-shirt. The chains on his belt rattles as he scoots his butt into the duvet, clattering Cd’s off the edge. He decidedly faces away from her, “Good night.”

A slight hint of gleefulness is in Bella’s narrowed expression, “You know I don’t trust your dirty jeans sleeping in my bed either?”

“God, what do you want me to sleep naked? One second you’re all over me, the next-”

“Blah, blah, get the hell out out of my bed.”

“Never,” he tucks more into himself.

“Butch, seriously. I need to sleep for school.”

He feigns a loud snore. The textbook is hurled at his head. This does not deter him.

“Butch.” Bella warns louder.

He throws in a few, “Me, me, me ,me, me’s” for good measure.

“Aww, are you really asleep?” Bella says in an overly sweet voice.

“...Yes.”

The side of the bed she’s leant on shifts against her weight leaving it, and then theres a short shuffle. The wall thumps as she hits the light switch off encapsulating them in darkness, the only light emitting is from the television that is black but not fully off since she’d only shut down the game. Also the street light shines vaguely through the window.

She walks around her large bed, light from outside barely grazing her frame, and makes it to Butch. Her eye’s catches his green eyes shutting quickly as he tucks his face in her blanket.

She grins.

When she’s finally standing in front of him, the light blocks most of his features, making him look like a lump. She punches it harshly. It shudders and moans.

“Aww, Butch,” she coo’s punching it again. “What’s wrong? (punch, punch)I thought you were tired.” She punches a few more times until hands reach out from under the blankets and wraps around her waist. He rolls her untop of him, inspiring a weird shout out of Bella.

"ACK-!"

“Shh,” he says, “Wouldn’t want to wake your dad up-ow, hey!”

She’d punch him again and now the bed hisses and creaks because two weighted teenagers are wrestling determinedly atop of it. Bella definitely has the upper hand, not being wrapped in a blanket. She puts him in a good choke hold and punches him in the face a few times while he’s there for good measure

But Butch hates losing a fight, so eventually he unravells from his armadillo huddle to pin her in a head lock across his lap.

“Uh oh,” he whispers, raising his arm high above his head, she kicks, inadvertently sticking her butt up.

Perfect.

His hand crashes down loud. Loud enough for someone walking on the side walk yards away outside to here.

“You mother fuck-”

More wrestling until Butch pins her down, hands and feet, propped up over her.

“Yeah! Victory is mine!” he whoops quietly, rattling the bed and Bella underneath him. She still squirms. “Give up,” he says.

She shakes her head, laugh threatening to spill.

“Give up, or else I’ll kiss you-”

“Okay, okay I give up!”

“Yay! I win again!”

He lets go of her wrists and arm slowly, making sure she doesn’t retaliate. The bed squeaks obscenely as they get up, causing Bella’s face to heat up.

When she sits all the way up, she slaps him.

“Ow. Bitch.”

“It’s time to go home Butch.”

“But I don’t wanna,” he whines,

And honestly, Bella doesn’t want him to as well. She already knows, once he leaves it’ll just be quiet, boring and then she’d really have to go to sleep in her boring room.

But Butch couldn’t stay, that wouldn’t be right. What would her dad say if he were actually here?

“Where am I gonna sleep if you’re in my bed.” she crosses her arms.

He looks at the other side as if it’s obvious.

She snorts, “Dude, I am not-”

“I’m not going to do anything weird, I swear to God.”

Bella chuckles, “It isn’t that, it’s just… What am I gonna wear? This isn’t my usual night wear.”

She looked down at her hoodie and sweatpants dressed body.

(Ending idea: Butch and Bella share a bed, platonically. Butch says “i love you” “goodnight Butch” Butch farts. Laffter. End scene)

In the end, could this just have been a greens drabble?

Absolutely.

But would it have worked better with the greens?

...

...Absolutely. No doubt.

#Bellutch #Butchla #Bella Jevasteen

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Cowboy Bebop #15: “My Funny Valentine” | January 30, 1999 | S01E15 Adult Swim premiere: October 22, 2001 - 12:00AM

Now Faye Valentine (the bitch of the show) gets to do a big backstory :) In this one she’s revealed to have been cryogenically frozen. When the astral gate got exploded (the event that caused Earth to become a wasteland and made that one little kid not grow up) her records got destroyed so nobody knows why she was frozen, and she woke up with amnesia. OR DID SHE? I mean, I guess she did, the episode doesn’t end with that particular twist, I’m just thinking like, wouldn’t that be cool? If she was faking amnesia for some nefarious reason? Do they need writers for season two because

She fell in love with somebody at whatever facility thawed her out. Well, this bit of backstory is spurred by the fact that this man re-enters her life, except now he’s a great big fat dude - I can relate.

I do appreciate that this show doesn’t seem too content telling the same type of story, and most episodes evoke all kinds of movies from the past. I got slight La Femme Nikita vibes from this one, sorta? Is there a better reference for me to write here? Anyway, most episodes are relatable in that sense, anyway. A mildly interesting thing is that the previews for next week’s episodes tend to inform you that a particular audience will appreciate a particular episode more than others. It’s a thing I’m noticing and I’m putting into text right now, and you gotta hand it to ‘em (and me!)

MAIL BAG

that's pretty cool how you remembered the doug loves movies song, and inserted it seamlessly into your write up. i felt like it was watching it happen live.

Hey, thank you very much. It is my favorite podcast even though one time Doug Benson screamed at me for posting an animated gif on his website

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #cowboy bebop

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this what i think bts love language is

a/n: this just my thoughts besties i ain’t do no formal type of research or nun just let my lil imagination sprint 🥸🤪

namjoon:

physical affection/words of affirmation

okay so i said physical affection for one bc like he seem to like initiate contact with people around him a lot

like in interviews he be having his hand on whoever next to him thigh or like when he be performing if it’s someone next to him he throws his arms around them a lot

not to mention like whenever jimin or jk or whoever start feeling up on him he never rejects it or makes a face or anything like yoongi does he just accepts it

like there’s so many stage clips where jimin will come and rest his chin on joon’s shoulder and he just lets him

or jk will just start touching on him some way grabbing his arms or sumn and it doesn’t phase him at all

another example is like on day 2 of sowoozoo when tae randomly came and linked arms with him and hobi during mikrokosmos hobi was like 🥴🥴 but joon was just 😌

and then there was that magic shop muster moment when jk was talking about how much he loved joon and how he was his beginning you know as president of the joon fan club does and namjoon couldn’t help but to go over and give his number one admirer a hug you know the moment

same thing with compliments he lowkey be eating them up

like you know how whenever hobi gets complimented he be like “😶 don’t say those things” joon don’t do that

like when they was asked to take their jackets off during the butter shoot and namjoon was like yeah okay and everyone started hyping him up and he was just 💁🏼‍♂️😜

and again on day 2 sowoozoo when he pushed his hair back from his forehead and everyone went OHHHHHSWJJSJS SEXY NAMJOON and then he decided to murder us all by tilting his head back on top of that adding insult to injury i would insert the picture but for my mental health i will not

and again whenever they talk about him being such a great leader he never shies away from it doesn’t cringe always accepts it so you know it must mean a lot for him to hear those things

aside from that tho he’s such a poetic person

like he is definitely involved in an intimate affair with language so there’s no way he wouldn’t appreciate you verbally telling him how he makes you feel

like just think about how many times he’s said he wants to sit down with each army and listen to their story

that being said if this was your man i think you’d definitely have to both show and tell him how you feel

like if he was about to head out for work you definitely got to kiss him before he leaves

and if you on the phone with him the last words you’re saying are i love you

and he’s definitely gonna cherish it each time always gonna have that cute little smile dimples caved in his cheeks bc you love him and he feels it

seokjin:

acts of service/words of affirmation

alright so ngl the reason i said acts of service for seokjin is like almost 100% based on his reaction to tae setting up that birthday event for him where he had his friends send him messages

he talked about it for WEEKS like he was genuinely so moved that i just like he has to love it

and then there’s like how much he bothers jk to like do simple stuff like i’m specifically thinking about that one moment in bon voyage 4 when he was sitting down at the table and called jk to help him up

and then there’s also little things he does for others like when he peeled tae’s tangerines for him or when he offered to feed yoongi bc he was driving or how he always offers bites of his food before even gets a chance to taste it

now i say words of affirmation bc he always searching for a compliment

my minds going to when jk hurt his foot and jin was pushing him in the wheelchair and kept feeding him lines to say about how he was such a good hyung and how he loves him

or in the behind the scenes for the boy with luv video and he kept tryna get tae to compliment him for being witty

and my boy never misses a chance to introduce himself as worldwide handsome

even though he does a lot of those things jokingly there are moments when he’s serious too about giving compliments and shy when he receives them like in those be interviews when he called jk a singing genius and jungkook was talking about how he had the most range and he got all ☺️☺️

or that moment from in the soop when he was comforting yoongi about like not having regrets and when yoongi told him he wanted to be like him just those kinds of moments let me know words are important to him

which just made me remember how hard he tries with his lyrics and how important they are to him like when he was writing awake and he talked about how he kept getting rejected but he was super insistent bc it was important for him to sing the words he wrote and don’t even get me started on moon i just-

anyway jin done said many times he is a man of the present so if you’re with him you gotta actively show/tell him

if you’re at the store pick him up some gummies

if you know he’s got a long day ahead of him maybe pack him some snacks to take with him in the morning

if his hair looks nice tell him

send him messages throughout the day even if he can’t respond immediately

he claims he’s a man of the present but whenever he takes a moment to reminisce the past he’ll look back and know just how much you care about him

yoongi:

quality time/acts of service

listen as much as this man loves spending time alone the time he spends with others means a lot to him

like how he always go fishing with jin even tho he ain’t particularly fond of it

or how like in in the soop he had made plans to play games with jimin and did so extensively

also from in the soop when he had spent most of his day outside reading but then he had heard everyone starting to make the theme song and immediately ran to get his equipment to record and what not

not to mention his poem from the end of that one run episode where they went on like a mini trip or whatever and he was like “what a relief that we have seven members. what a relief that we have each other.”

like being all together is important to him

like i just think about that one scene from one of they movies ion remember which one but they were all gathered around the table and it was when he had told them how he actually hurt his shoulder and they was talking about how they was worried about jk and how he need to come out his room and it’s not even the content of the scene but just like the fact that he ain’t have to be there but he was

and also can’t neglect to mention how he whined for y e a r s about how ain’t nobody come to visit him on set when he was filming the videos for his first mixtape like mans wouldn’t let that go and then how touched he was when they made appearances on his daechwita set even if he couldn’t express it properly

and how he begged for them to make cameos in the video and how happy he was when jin and jk did

and he doesn’t ever forget to mention whenever him and hobi hang out he’s like yeah we went for a drink and dinner and talked and blah blah

he loves it when people make an effort to be around him

now acts of service i got this all on a whim okay like… listen… we all been there we have all watched an ideal type video on youtube don’t lie okay

and up there it be like he want someone to bring him food in the studio and take care of him and stuff like that and in this case the math maths

you really can see that in how he treats others

like just the other day i saw a gifset somewhere and the boys were like yeah yoongi always takes care of us he don’t make eye contact tho

not to mention how he always cooks for them when they go on trips

and even though he ain’t give seokjin his song yet we know it’s coming! eventually!

and whenever they be ganging up on jungkook yoongi always the first one to be like “stooooppp you gon make him cry”

my baby just always be doing little things for others to show he cares okay 🥺

so if you got with my baby you gotta take care of him 🥺🥺🥺

he really needs someone that understands him bc he not gonna say anything

if you’re all hanging out together make sure you’re by his side so he knows you want to be there with him

if he’s busy stuck in his studio drop by even if you just end up laying on the couch he’s gonna appreciate you just being with him

and bring food my baby getting buff he need all the veggies and protein he can get

hoseok:

receiving gifts

i really had to think about this one but once i connected the dots yeah it makes total sense

like he looooves shopping loves getting stuff so when other people give him stuff i know he just 🥰🥰🥰

hobi lights up when he gets gifts they don’t always have to be big but i know he very much appreciates them

like how in the army corner store festa video when asked to bring something meaningful to them he brought those figurines which was the first gift a fan gifted him

which makes me think about how those limited edition figurines dropped and hobi was like i need to get one for namjoon and then namjoon was like i need to get one for hobi and so they ended up with like two of them or something like that

also from festa in the little photo booth mission every time he won a prize he was like yaaasss omg and was thinking of ways to put it to use like when he got that picture frame he immediately stuck them film strips in it he probably got it hanging in his room or in his studio by now tbh

and i think it was on the canada run bts episode where jk bought him those slippers and he was super happy

even when they were in hawaii and him and jin were hungry on the bus and he asked jin for gummies like ofc jin had to get on his nerves first but when he finally gave him his snacks he went from 😐 to 😚

or how he still has that change purse that namjoon bought him in malta (probably still got the money in there too tbh)

speaking of malta got me thinking about how tae went out of his way to win hobi that flamingo bc he said he’d never seen one and when tae gave it to him he went parading it around telling everyone that tae won it for him and then said he was gonna put it in his studio

and he got that chicken leg pillow they gave him from you quiz on the couch in his studio

and i think it was from the 2020 winter package he was so happy when jin bought him those ugly little troll elf things with the hat you know what i’m talking about

and he commented like three times when jungkook drew that picture of him for his birthday

and we know mans be giving gifts too

like how he got yoongi that coffee truck on the set of daechwita

and when they were on the speak yourself tour and he went out shopping on a day off and bought jin a sweater or something

and how he slaved through like 2 or 3 lives making bracelets for the members and then gave it to them on the bang bang con live

and the most devastating one of all when they had to give each other gifts i think it was on the run episode with all the water games but i could be wrong anyway and like most of them gave each other gag gifts like their merch or whatever but hobi gave jimin (and the rest of the members) a cd for his song promise it had a little photo book in it and everything 😭😭😭

so like whoever gets with this fine specimen gon have to throw a few dollars together to make sure this man is kept

not really i’m sure he doesn’t expect you to sell your car for a gucci peacoat or your soul for a rolex

but if you did decide to save up for some time to get him a little extravagant gift i know he’d more than appreciate it

more often than not though it’d be the little things that got to him like if you bought a simple t shirt from the store but then kinda like upcycled it drew little doodles on it wrote “i’m your hope” somewhere on it there would definitely be a picture uploaded of him on weverse or twitter wearing it

or if you decided to compile the pictures of you two together into a scrapbook or something he’d keep it somewhere accessible like in a drawer in his desk in his studio and flip through it with a little smile on his face when he’s missing you

and even if it was something even smaller than that like say he mentioned in passing that like idk he was out of eggs or something and you bought him some he just might marry you

jimin:

physical affection/quality time

the first thing that comes to mind with this for jimin is how he comforts his boys

like there’s so many behind the scenes clips from tour where like jk or tae will be upset with their performance and crying and jimin would be the one to come up behind them and hug them and wipe their tears

same concept for that one moment in bon voyage 3 when they told him that tae was crying and he just kinda hugged him and wiped his tears and hovered around him to make sure he was okay

or when they left hobi at the gas station in bon voyage 4 and then went back to pick him up he still hugged hobi even as he was laughing evilly

also in bon voyage 4 when they went on that helicopter tour and they was on the mountain and him and tae tackled each other and was rolling in the snow

and he is just like always in jk arms like he just jumps on him for no reason like in that video where lee hyun is acting as one of bts’ management

also in the behind from i think when they were practicing for the 2019 bbmas i believe at some point jungkook was holding that man spinning him in circles or sumn like that

and there’s also that one comeback show when him and tae were in the comic book cafe and they were just cuddled up together looking at tae’s phone practicing english i think

and on that one joon live when him and tae crashed and just caused a whole lot of commotion i’m pretty sure at one point they were cuddled on the couch and then jimin told tae his breath stinks and tae proceeded to open his mouth over the air purifier

anyway clearly he is a man with hands

but he also is someone who loves to spend time together it’s important to him

like i just think about how when they had their “break” back in 2019 he talked about how he just traveled the entire time and he went with various friends and family

and i’m pretty sure it was bon voyage 3 when they were doing their friendship trips and trying to make fresh pairings or whatever he was like i don’t think there’s any surprising pairing with me and it’s like… that’s true

like you got minimoni, minimini, jikook etc… all tried tested and true man gets around his band

and he’s the main one who’s always like “yeah bro we should live in the dorms until we’re 50”

and he always talks about how he can’t be alone and how he’s always gotta be doing something with someone

and his lives!!! his lives!!!! when he spends time with us it’s always so intimate and personable

like you can’t tell me that i ain’t have dinner with him and jin after a show in the hotel room and we drank off camera even after the staff told us we couldn’t 😤🤚

there’s also that time he went live and someone said they had some kind of condition and then he took it upon himself to look it up and try to find treatments

just liiiike whenever he goes live every minute counts bro and yes this is me trying to summon him bc we ain’t had a solo jimin live since october and i know they super busy but i miss 😓😓😓

so for this mans i just feel like you just gotta really be with him

just like he makes every second count you have to as well

like he’s gonna want to have your full attention and you’ll definitely have his he’ll be obsessed with you tbh

however he doesn’t always have the time and his schedule definitely isn’t the most accommodating so he’s gonna want someone to put in the effort

but as long as you make sure he knows you’re all in he’ll always meet you halfway

taehyung:

words of affirmation

now this one has been stated explicitly multiple times and he’s admitted it himself

specifically during let’s bts in their segment within the segment and namjoon was like taehyung the kind of person who grows from compliments

and i ain’t even got the right words to express how i feel about the smile he couldn’t help when hobi had them all tell tae that they like him

not to mention the story he told during the festa video last year about how he always tried his very best to get hobi to praise him and how disappointed he was when hobi didn’t get it

and i may be tripping but didn’t like earlier this year he didn’t post on weverse or twitter for like a month or so because he wanted to keep seeing us say how much we miss him???

and in bon voyage season 2 when they had to write letters to each other and he wrote his to jimin and then cried when he read it

there’s also a moment in bon voyage 4 when he and rm were about to sleep in the same space and he asked joon if he could cuddle him and joon was like 🥴🤚 how bout no and tae was like you do like me right? and rm was like yeah of course but let’s not cuddle bro

also in that weverse magazine interview they did he talked about how depressed he got when they weren’t able to perform and he only felt happy for a while when he was able to communicate with us

and in turn he’s very verbally supportive as well

like at that one fan sign they was talking about bon voyage and they asked army which season they liked better 1 or 2 and someone said 1 and taehyung was like “😐 now why would you say that bc namjoon won’t even in that” even though really it was only like 1 or 2 episodes he missed out on

and like he’s always hyping seokjin up like when they were doing the map of the soul 7 comeback live and jin was talking about how he wasn’t a good dancer and taehyung was like 😡 don’t say that bc it’s not true you’re good and you always been good

and in the let’s bts thing again it was important for him to let jimin know that he likes him best like they really are best friends y’all 😭

and when he talks about how much he loves suga’s raps

and that moment in the soop when he set up a date for him and jungkook to talk out whatever tension they had or whatever

and how during those individual be interviews he had hobi flustered when he complimented his passion for music

and he always be saying like the most comforting stuff on weverse letting army know he’s there as a source of comfort at all times even when he can’t be

like this man is literally the creator of borahae meaning that we’ll love and support each other for a long time

so if you get with tae communication is key!!!

you gotta tell him how you feel about him

if you’re out and about and see something that reminds you of him? tell him. if you like his hair that day? tell him. if he does something that pisses you off? tell him. if you miss him? tell him. if you love him? tell him.

like y’all gon talk about everything and nothing at all some days you’ll be discussing aliens and parallel universes other days you’ll be like discussing the future of your relationship

and ya know he a busy man so you not always gon be having long and drawn out heart to hearts so i think he’d love it if you just sent messages throughout the day something that let him know you were thinking of him even if it’s just a picture of a possum you chased down or if you spammed him with tiktoks you thought he’d like

he’d be looking at his phone like 🥰🤳 thinking about how much he loves you

jungkook:

physical affection

now this lil menace right here is touchy

always down for a cuddle

like on the canada episode of run when they were about to pick out rooms and he was like firmly latched onto hobi on the couch while they waited

and when they were practicing home for the magic shop muster and yoongi sat in the arm chair and immediately jk sat in his lap and tae sat in his lap

or how in in the soop after they were done eating he just went and latched onto jin’s back

and how tae had went to go wake jk up that one time and they ended up falling asleep

or how jk had went to wake up jimin that one time and they ended up falling asleep

there was just a lot of jk cuddles going on in in the soop so i’ll move on

let’s talk about the pool water debate run episode where in the end jk decided to latch onto jin’s back yet again

i’ll take this moment to mention the jinkook moment that lives in my head rent free for no valid reason it’s from the life goes on countdown video where they were reading the post cards and he was wearing that big pink sweatshirt and jin was wearing that pink and black bomber jacket and jk just grabbed jin’s arm and held onto it and played with it and when he was done he just threw it away i… i think about that moment a lot there’s an entire section in both my head and heart dedicated to that moment anyway continuing on

i’ll talk about that time they were backstage for a show and they had them blow up mattresses and suga was minding his business resting and jk just rolled up and moved his legs and laid beside him and then hobi decided to pile on top

and whenever they’re on stage he’s always the most delighted when joon would suggest a hug he’d be the first one over there nose scrunched up giggling he loves it

there’s also many instances in interviews and lives where he just can’t keep him hands to himself

just like that last butter live when tae ended up with a crown of forks thanks to mr kook

and he never misses an opportunity to feel up joon

which makes me remember that time he kissed namjoon on the forehead

and he is just always carrying jimin for some reason

so in conclusion… physical affection

and if he was your mans you’d be on the frontlines of receiving all he has to give

not necessarily in public or around a lot of people but in a space where you both were comfortable yes

you’d just have to accept that when you’re standing around he’s going to give you a shoulder/neck/back massage for no particular reason

and he will latch onto you in different positions for extended periods of time

and you gotta do the same! like that’s your man! go give him a hug! a kiss! let him know you love him

cuddle up to him while y’all chilling watching tv

hold his hand while y’all talking

just like grab onto him and never let him go

he’ll be hoping you don’t

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phasmwrites · 3 years

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drinking games || itadori yuuji

this is a part of the sewer’s valentine’s day collab! please be sure to check out all the amazing writers & artists on the list here! thank you for letting me be a part of it! 💗

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Alcohol Intoxication

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: Here’s my first fic for the JJK fandom! I hope its turned out alright 😩💗 my pink item for the collab was pink vodka! I wound up having quite a bit of fun writing this, Yuuji’s just prime playful sex material and I love it 😍 If you’re uncomfortable with themes of sexual acts being initiated under the influence of alcohol then please don’t read. All characters are aged 18+.

[You: 22:42] Put some pants on I’m coming over [Yuuji: 22:43] U better bring food [You: 22:43] I got something better! [You: 22:50] OPEN THE DOOR YUUJI

Stumbling into the apartment, you clutch at the bag slung over your shoulder that contains the surprise you’ve brought along with you, “Are you deaf?”

“Ah, sorry, I had my headphones in,” He scratches at the back of his neck before closing the door, “What’d you bring? Is it for me?”

“I barely even walked through the door!” You roll your eyes, feeling his curious gaze at your shoulder as you place the contents of the bag onto the coffee table: a bottle and two shot glasses.

Pink liquid sloshes inside the glass container, grabbing the man behind you’s attention. Yuuji reaches over and picks up the bottle, reading the label until it clicks what exactly you’ve brought with you.

“You pick tonight, before I have to go on a mission in the morning to bring alcohol over?” He whines, tilting the liquor back and forth with mindless fascination, “This looks like a girly drink anyways.”

“It’s vodka, come on you can drink a little with me yeah? Unless you’re gonna pass out early on me like last time, you lightweight.”

Shifting anything into a challenge is a surefire way to get Yuuji to become an active participant, always striving to improve, including how much alcohol he can consume supposedly. You smirk in victory while he goes to find a bottle opener, mumbling about how he’s going to prove you wrong this time.

“Is Megumi here?” Making yourself comfortable on the thrifted couch, you inquire on his roommate’s whereabouts. After leaving Jujutsu Tech, you and Nobara sought out a small apartment in the city while Yuuji and Megumi found one a bit closer to your alma mater.

Nobara normally accompanied you on the trip up the mountains to their place, but she had left the apartment that evening for an overnight mission. It seemed Megumi was just as busy too, “Nah, Gojou-sensei asked him to join on a last minute thing.”

“I’ll just have to record you passed out in the bathroom then.” You tease, remembering the last time all four of you had gotten together and drank. Faint memories of Yuuji barely holding down his liquor as he stormed to the bathroom plagued your mind, followed by all of you finding him knocked out cold on the tiled flooring twenty minutes later.

He inserts the bottle opener, using his superhuman strength to yank the cork out in one fell swoop, “Let’s make a bet; you win, which you won’t, you can record me admitting defeat and post it online, I win, I get you to do something for me.”

“First of all, how do we determine who wins?” You raise an eyebrow, holding your glass out for Yuuji to pour the pink liquid in, “Second, what exactly would I do for you?”

“Whoever says no to another shot first, loses, and I haven’t figured it out yet, you scared? Hm?” Placing the bottle down, he glances over at you and wags his eyebrows tauntingly, waiting for you to snatch the bait you tossed his way earlier when you challenged him to drinking in the first place.

The shot glass brushes against your lips before you allow the alcohol to effortlessly glide down your throat, swallowing it all in one go, “You’re on.”

Yuuji’s wolfish grin has your stomach at an immediate disadvantage, with the way it feels like numerous knots have formed within the space currently reserved for liquor. You divert your attention to the television, grabbing the remote and flicking through movies to find the perfect candidate.

After downing his first shot of the evening, he points forwards, “Oh! Oh! Let’s watch a horror movie!”

It would make for a good drinking game, you think to yourself as you click on the horror genre, a myriad of bloody thumbnails coating the screen. The amount of cliches alone would have both of you finishing the first bottle after one movie. Yes, you brought a second, unable to resist the buy one get one half off deal the liquor store was having.

You both agree on watching the classic Scream movies, taking shots for specific horror movie tropes that appear along with every time either one of you falls for a jumpscare.

“Y/N…” Yuuji suddenly whispers at your side only minutes into the film, “You want popcorn? I want popcorn.”

“Hurry up then! Can’t have you cheating by getting a snack.” You tease, laughing to yourself at the way he dashes to the kitchen to throw a bag of kernels into the microwave.

He leans on the archway between the two rooms while waiting for the appliance to ding, but you didn’t notice until you visibly flinch at the sight of a chair being thrown through a window on screen, “I saw that! Take a shot!”

“Wha– that’s not fair! I can’t tell if you flinch from here!” You whip your head around only to be met with his toothy grin, “Yuuji!”

“Are you scared of losing that bad?” That puts an instant scowl on your lips; he knows you’re just, if not more competitive than he is when it comes to silly games like these. By the time Yuuji returns to your side with a bowl of fresh popcorn in tow, you’ve long since took your second shot of the night.

Minutes tick by, drinks are taken, and you’re beginning to feel the alcohol buzzing through your system. The buttery snack is nearly gone, the pink-haired man at your side having practically devoured most of it. Your fingers walk along the plastic bowl in search of more, refusing to tear your gaze from the movie, until they suddenly meet another hand.

This paired with the suspense building in the film has you jumping slightly in your seat. Yuuji lets out a loud laugh as you glance in his direction with an incredulous look on your complexion, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“Here,” He brings the last piece of popcorn towards your face, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. As you do, his fingertips just barely brush against them, causing your body temperature to rise very quickly at the contact. Yuuji’s soft, gentle eyes don’t waver from your own pair for what feels like an eternity and your tipsy brain is going on and on about how attractive your best friend really is–

That is, until a loud noise coming from the television yet again has your entire body jolting in surprise, “Fuck!”

“Thas’ another shot.” Yuuji slurs only slightly, turning back towards the film as he leans over and pours you the drink this time.

“It’s not fair,” A whine escapes your throat before liquor is yet again poured down it, shaking your head at the bitter taste, “You’re trained to be good at this.”

Suddenly an arm is draped over your shoulder, tugging you closer to the male’s sturdy frame, “Come ‘ere, I’ll protect you from the big bad scary movie.”

You’re about to protest how that actually wouldn't help, but the next jumpscare rolls around and you’re unwavering at the gruesome sight. That, paired with how safe you actually feel when pressed against Yuuji’s side, has you shifting closer until your head is laid on his shoulder and your legs are curled underneath you.

His fingertips wander along your arm, mindlessly tracing shapes against your skin and chuckling to himself whenever goosebumps form in his wake. Shots are now chugged straight from the bottle, neither of you wanting to detach from the other but both unable to express that aloud.

It would be so easy to blame your feelings on the copious amount of alcohol, but the liquid courage has only brought your infatuation to the forefront of your thoughts. Being wrapped in Yuuji’s embrace was something you hadn’t realized you wanted, even needed, until this very moment.

Your mind is swirling by the time the first bottle is actually finished and you’re halfway through the second movie. Unable to stop anything that spills from your unfiltered mouth, you blurt out, “Yuuji, you’re like, a human radiator, what the fuck.”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Are you too warm? I can...I can move or turn on the fan–”

The attempt he makes at lifting himself from the couch is futile, his wobbling legs giving out on him along with you refusing to let go, “No! I like it.”

“Gotta get alcohol too, we finished the bottle and there’s still the second movie and oh I think there’s a third one too if I’m not mistaken–”

“No- no more shots,” Just the thought of more liquor makes your stomach churn; you had definitely reached your limit a few shots prior but if you push it any farther, you might be the one with their head in the toilet this evening.

Your admission of defeat has Yuuji turning to fully face you, his button nose nearly brushing against your own, “I win?”

“Yeah,” The words sting your stubborn tongue, “You win, I’ll do whatever you want, but be nice!”

“I almost forgot about that! Hmm...”

His eyes search yours while he silently thinks of what he wants as “compensation” for winning the silly drinking game, the movie you both once paid close attention to now only background noise. You could just faintly feel his breath on your lips, the gap between both of you subconsciously growing smaller.

A dust of pink coats Yuuji’s cheeks when he finally speaks again, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes-” You manage to exhale before his lips crash onto yours, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his mouth. The kiss is sweet, albeit clumsy from your intoxicated state of mind, but it has Yuuji giggling nonetheless. He tries to contain himself, opting to release soft hums like he’s just taken a bite of decadent chocolate.

“Wow,” The pink-haired male gasps out as you pull back just enough for some much needed air, “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

“Years?” You manage to squeak out, leaning back just enough to look into those warm, brown eyes.

Yuuji appears like a deer caught in headlights, realizing the words that just stumbled off his tongue, “I- uh...yeah, I hope that isn’t weird–”

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss, right after adjusting yourself on the couch just enough that you could toss your arms over his shoulders, dragging his body closer to yours. Deft fingers play with the small strands of hair at the back of his head, eventually raking his locks between them. His own hands find solace at your hips, guiding you onto his lap without pause.

A part of you was still in disbelief, unable to understand how you had gone from watching scary movies to making out on the couch. You don’t even get an opportunity to dwell on it, Yuuji’s lips forcing yours open just enough for him to guide his tongue inside. The feeling of him eagerly exploring every cavern of your mouth with the pink muscle has your legs clenching at his sides, heat beginning to pool between them.

Then, unexpectedly– “Ow!” Your teeth clack, forcing you apart from one another in surprise and slight pain.

“I’m so sorry,” He brings his palm to the side of your complexion, an adorable pout spread along his bottom lip, “I think I drank a bit too much.”

“It’s okay, me too.” You laugh, leaning into his touch. The way Yuuji gazes at you in this moment makes you feel like a goddess, nothing but absolute adoration swimming in his irises. Had he truly felt this way for you all this time without you catching on?

Slowly, you meet him in the middle again, this kiss much less rushed than before. What once felt like roaring waves crashing onto the earth’s surface, overwhelming all of your senses, had calmed to soft laps at the sand, gently guiding you into the ocean. Occasionally, a small hiccup or a breathy laugh would leave one of your mouths, still in disbelief that this was actually happening.

Yuuji’s lips then leave yours in favor of pressing them along your jawline, peppering your skin with feather-like delicacy. His travels lead him to the curve of your neck, your head lolling to the side to give him easy access. When his teeth first bare themselves and tug at your sensitive skin you subconsciously grind your hips down and let out a shaky exhale.

“Do that again.” He mumbles, fingers curling harder into your sides, “Please.”

Another roll of your hips has him whining against you, gathering your once unlittered skin between his teeth as he coaxes a mark to form under his ministrations. With your lips just barely parted, you release a needy moan, the noise traveling to both Yuuji’s ears and the space between his legs.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your infatuation settling on the surface, but every touch was so warm and only made you crave more. You set a lazy pace of rocking your hips against the man beneath you, digging your fingernails into the back of his scalp as he continued to mark up your skin, practically claiming you as his. You want that, you think to yourself, you want to be his.

As his mouth travels back up in search of your lips, you speak against them, “Take off your shirt.”

You emphasize your request by blazing a hand down to the hem of his loose tee, tugging at the soft material. Yuuji’s half-lidded eyes open a bit wider at the suggestion, “Are you sure? Listen, I know we’re kinda drunk, but I really do like you, like a lot. I wish I would’ve had the courage to do this sooner–”

“I like you too,” Cutting Yuuji off on his tangents seems to be an ongoing trend that evening, “I want this, I want you, so make me yours.”

While he takes a moment to process the words just spoken to him, you decide to make yourself loud and clear by yanking your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the hardwood floor without a second glance. His eyes immediately divert to your now partially exposed breasts, intricate lace holding them close together.

“You’re so pretty,” Yuuji blurts out, tentatively bringing one hand back to your cheek, “If you ever want to stop just tell me, promise?”

Glancing down, you notice he’s held out his other hand with only his pinky sticking up. With a light giggle you nod, curling your own finger around his to seal the deal. The next thing to escape your mouth is a squeal, Yuuji’s lips returning to your own with a renounced fervor.

Except you tug harshly at his shirt, reminding him that you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. He follows through this time, detaching himself from your mouth only temporarily.

The pads of your fingers immediately explore his newly exposed frame, feeling his body shiver under your cool touch. His hands trail down your arms, palms gliding along your skin until they nearly meet one another at your perky breasts. When he stalls momentarily, you whine in protest against his lips and eagerly press your body closer to his warmth.

Yuuji uses your silent plea as encouragement to continue, pressing indents into your soft mounds and toying with the bra that separates him from your hardening nipples. Despite that, he runs his thumbs over them through the flimsy fabric, chuckling at the breathless noise you produce in response.

He goes silent the moment the palm of your hand presses against his clothed erection, fingers curling around his length through his sweatpants. Gasping into your mouth, you take this opportunity to invade his with your tongue while slowly sliding a hand down his shaft.

“Can I take your pants off?” You eventually ask, causing him to halt his ministrations.

He’s quick to comply though, nodding and begging against your lips, “Yes, please.”

It still didn’t stop him from pouting when you lifted yourself from his lap, but his expression quickly shifts when he watches you sink onto your knees directly in front of him. With your calves resting on the hardwood floor, you reach up and curl your impatient fingers around the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down in one fell swoop.

You were fully expecting to have to drag a pair of briefs down his toned thighs, but you’re pleasantly surprised when his cock springs free and slaps at his toned abdomen. Glancing up, you notice the way Yuuji’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed when he meets your gaze.

“Don’t hold back any pretty noises from me Yuuji.” His mouth parts ever so slightly, obeying your command while never tearing his eyes from you.

Your delicate fingers immediately wrap around the base, feeling his hot skin throb at the sudden touch. A small puddle of precum rests along his lower stomach, having come from his drooling head.

Yuuji sucks in a deep breath when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, but the tension seemingly dissipates when you begin lapping at his leaking slit, “Hah! That tickles!”

Repeating the action, you’re unable to stop yourself from eliciting another bout of laughter from the pink-haired male. You swallow his precum with an amused grin, watching him through your lashes to gauge his next reaction.

“Oh fuck…” All laughter dies in his throat when you take the entire head between your lips, sucking hard at the sensitive skin. Low groans escape past clenched teeth instead, one of his hands digging into the cushion with so much strength he might just tear it to shreds.

The further you travel down his length, the more vocal Yuuji is in return. His unoccupied hand travels between your locks, seeking any sort of purchase to keep himself from cumming in twenty seconds flat.

Despite that, he truly wasn’t prepared for just how amazing it felt when you began bobbing up and down along his veiny cock, your hand stroking what wouldn’t fit. He refuses to tear his gaze away, refuses to let his eyes close in bliss and miss even a second of the view in front of him.

This goes on for what feels like forever: your big, soft eyes peering up at him while his cock is wedged between your pouty lips, a culmination of saliva and precum beginning to spill down your chin. If he peeks even further down he can see your perky nipples straining against your bra; it was a sight he wants to burn into his memory for the rest of his life.

“You’re so perfect, so good, please don’t stop, please, please, please–” Yuuji begs, accidentally thrusting his hips upwards in desperation. The feeling of his head at the back of your tight throat has you instantly gagging, tears pooling at your lower lash line.

It takes him a few moments to notice those tears now rolling down your cheekbones, quickly loosening his grip and allowing you to remove yourself from his length, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” You reassure him after a much needed breath, brushing your swollen lips along the prominent vein that runs down his cock, “I kinda liked it.”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond to such a blunt statement before you’re hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him back into the wet cavern of your mouth. The muscles in his thighs begin to tense with his rapidly impending orgasm, fingernails digging harshly into your scalp while he chants praise after praise into the thick air.

“I’m so close, hah, if you don’t- if you don’t stop I’m gonna,” Yuuji tries to speak with some cohesiveness, but it dissolves into debauched blabber when your hand reaches up and begins massaging his aching balls, “I’m gonna cum!”

This spurs you on further, taking him as deep as you can until you nearly choke on his head once more. Your nose almost rests on his pubic bone when his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to keep still as he spills thick, hot cum into your eager mouth. His eyes are screwed shut as he pumps ropes of white fluid down your throat, long, guttural moans passing his lips.

Persistence is key, you tell yourself as you refuse to release him until you’ve swallowed every single last drop. Until finally the overstimulation gets too much to bear and Yuuji yanks you off of his softening cock.

“Wow,” He exhales, allowing you to glide his sweats back up his frame and climb into his inviting lap.

You can’t help but giggle at his blissed out state, pecking his lips once, twice– before speaking, “Wow? That’s all you can say?”

“I think you sucked my brain out too,” Yuuji whines, hands resting comfortably on your pert ass, “Before I go completely braindead, let me return the favor.”

“You’re so dumb, Yuuji–!” A squeal is ripped from your throat when your back meets the couch cushions, bouncing ever so slightly before a lean figure hovers over you.

The smile spreading across his complexion is contagious, those pretty brown eyes sparkling as he peers down at you, “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so, so long.”

Your legs squeeze around his waist, drawing him closer until you can reach forward and capture his mouth in yet another fleeting kiss. This entire evening feels like a fever dream, or rather a wet dream from the depths of your subconscious. One might mistake it for fantasy if his words of praise and gentle touches didn’t ground you back, back to the reality where Yuuji is now trailing his soft lips down the column of your neck.

He continues his journey downwards until reaching the swell of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into your cleavage and mumbling into your skin, “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, watching as he leaves a few more pecks along the tops of your chest before descending down yet again. Eventually, your legs drop back down onto the couch, Yuuji’s mouth and hands hovering over the waistband of your leggings.

Wasting no time, he eagerly curls his fingers around the material and rolls them down your thighs, your calves, and over your feet so he can cast them aside. You feel so exposed, your matching bra and panty set on full display to the man above you. If you look closely, you can see the way he drags his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Yuuji groans before burying his face between the apex of your thighs without warning, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. All you see are pink tufts of hair as he drags his tongue along your clothed slit, impatient to get a taste of you.

He remains like this for what feels like too long, refusing to toss your panties aside as he sucks at the drenched lace while massaging the inside of your thighs with his palms, “Yuuji, please.”

“Hm?” Peeking his head up, he gets a glimpse of just how desperate you truly are; your eyes glassy, bottom lip puckered out, fingernails digging into the couch cushion, “What is it?”

“Take em off already!” You’re full on whining, jutting your hips up to emphasize your point.

He can’t stop himself from laughing before hooking his index fingers on the sides of your panties, growing more and more excited by the second. Neither of you expect the material to actually tear off of your frame from his mass enthusiasm, though, “Whoops.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute.” You chide, but the sheepish grin Yuuji shoots your way has rendered you unable to be upset at the ruined underwear.

Finally tossing the flimsy lace aside, his next words run shivers down your spine, “I’ll make it up to you.”

His mouth descends onto your cunt in a flash, diving headfirst between your sopping wet folds with renowned fervor. The pink muscle of his tongue leaves no part of you untouched, eagerly lapping up whatever your body has to give him. You cry out in pleasure, thighs trapping Yuuji between them, even though there’s nowhere else he’d rather be in this moment than eating you out like a man starved.

When he isn’t dipping his tongue into your tight little hole, his lips are gathering your clit between them and sucking hard at the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull, the heel of your foot digging into his toned back in search of some sort of purchase.

Just when you thought it couldn’t feel anymore amazing, he reaches down and presses not one, but two fingers at your entrance. He hums against your clit at just how hot and tight your walls feel around the appendages, wondering how good it would feel if it was his cock instead.

Tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense pleasure coiling in your lower abdomen; all these different sensations coming together in an attempt to drive you over the edge. From his mouth sucking fervently at your clit, to his fingers rapidly thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, you were sure to tip over fast and hard.

“Yuuji, I’m- I’m so close already–!” Your voice cracks when he suddenly inserts a third, stretching you even further, “Please!”

Ever eager to satisfy, he picks up his pace even more, fucking you on his thick fingers and lavishing your fluttering cunt with his warm mouth. The pleasure is becoming too much to handle, your legs shaking rather violently, your climax so close.

You reach for his pink locks, tangling your fingers through them when your orgasm suddenly hits you like a freight train, a loud cry tearing through your throat. Yuuji coaxes you through it by refusing to halt his ministrations, enjoying the way you’re gushing around his digits and into his awaiting mouth.

When you start to come down from your high though, you realize he’s still very much between your legs, “Hah! No more! It’s too sensitive!”

“I think I’m gonna have to buy a new couch.” Is the first thing Yuuji says when he finally lifts himself up, your cum coating the entire lower half of his complexion, “You came a lot.”

“You’re embarrassing.” You instantly cover your face, growing warm with abashment at the realization.

The first thing you see when he eventually moves your hands is his concerned expression, having wiped away your slick with some napkins laid on the coffee table, “I thought it was really hot, but next time we should put a towel down or something.”

“Next time?” You squeak, completely forgetting how this entire ordeal came to fruition in the first place; him kissing you and admitting that he’s harbored feelings for you for years.

“I mean…yeah,” Yuuji’s cheeks go pink at the insinuation, “But I know we did things kind of backwards, so I’d really like to take you out on a date sometime, if you’d want.”

His words were sober, the alcohol having long since passed through both of your systems. Your own heart melts at the way he lays his own on the table, unwavering in his infatuation for you. Before vocalizing your answer, you lean up and capture his lips for the umpteenth time that evening in a toe-curling kiss.

“I’d love to go out with you, Yuuji.”

BONUS

The front door creaks when Megumi forces it open, cursing to himself about needing to fix it one of these days. It’s nearly seven in the morning when he returns to his small apartment and the only thing he wants to do is throw himself into bed and sleep for many, many hours.

Except, the sight in front of him has his left eye twitching: an empty alcohol bottle lays on the coffee table along with a bowl of unpopped kernels, numerous shot glasses, and a pair of lace panties. The television was still on, playing some vintage horror film he didn’t recognize.

He has half a mind to storm into Yuuji’s room and give him a piece of it, and he decides to do exactly that. Though, when he slams open his roommate’s bedroom door he’s met with a sleeping Yuuji holding you tightly in his embrace, a large blanket draped over both of your frames.

“Huh.” Megumi tilts his head to the side, realizing he should have expected it to be you, after all those years of listening to his friend’s pining.

The anger subsides only slightly, telling himself he’s still going to yell at both of you for not cleaning up when suddenly a mouth manifests itself onto the back of Yuuji’s hand, “Disgusting, isn’t it. At least you didn’t have to listen to it.”

Not necessarily disgusting, Megumi thinks, but he’s way too tired to deal with any of this anymore and begins to retreat to his bedroom when, “I wouldn’t suggest sitting on that couch anytime soon, either.”

Definitely too tired for this shit.

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Nightingale Chapter Two: Someone to Watch Over Me

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Two: Someone to Watch Over Me

Word Count: 2529

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

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Jensen was back at the hospital bright and early the following day. Although you slept most of the time, your condition was stable, and they were prepared to release you. Unfortunately, your memory had not returned and with no identification, they couldn’t contact any friends or family. Hell, they didn’t even know where you lived. He had the solution; he was clear on that from the get-go. He just had to convince you.

He walked into your room as the police officer exited. Standard procedure for a Jane Doe. Judging from the uncertain frown on your face, it hadn’t gone well.

“No dice?”

“No one matching my description has been reported missing in the past 24 hours. He said its early and that they would be in touch, which is impressive considering I don’t have a phone.” You blew out a frustrated breath, “On the upside, Stevens released me so I can leave.”

Jensen nodded, “Where are you going to go?”

You pulled a folder off the side table, wincing as your ribs protested the movement. “Um, I’ve got my choice. There are a few, I don’t know… half-way houses, I guess? Community shelters are an option too, at least until my memory returns or someone shows up to claim me. Like lost and found for people.”

God, she said it so matter of fact. Anyone else in her position would be freaking out and here she is cool, calm, and collected. “I’ve got another option. Come home with me.”

Your eyebrows raised, “Oh, I don’t know, I don’t want to impose on you.”

“You wouldn’t be imposing. It’s just me, I’ve got a huge apartment, spare bedroom that’s just collecting dust.” He gave you a winning grin that flashed brightly against the scruff on his jaw. “Come on, I’ve got a hell of a record collection and no one to show it off to.”

You smiled half-heartedly and looked down at the folder on your lap. It was filled with far less appealing options that scared you quite a bit more than you were willing to admit.

“The doc says you really shouldn’t be on your own while you recover. I’ve got an open schedule and a Netflix account just begging for a binge.”

Seeing your hesitation, he gently took the file from you and put it back. “I’ll be honest honey, the thought of you in some community shelter, it breaks my heart. Let me help, please?”

You searched his earnest green eyes for any hint of malice. You didn’t know him, really had no reason to trust him. You had no way to confirm anything he had told you. He could be anyone, capable of anything. Then again, cruising hospitals for amnesia patients seemed an inefficient way to abduct women.

“Okay,” you said at length. “But if you turn out to be a serial killer, I’m going to be very upset.”

“Great!” He breathed as relief washed over him, “Sit tight, I’ll get your discharge paperwork and we can hit the road.”

You weren’t sure what you had been expecting, but when Jensen unlocked and opened the apartment door, your jaw dropped. He wasn’t exaggerating about the size of the place, it was huge. Warm, inviting and distinctly masculine. The walls were painted a dark, calming blue that complimented the plush, grey carpeting and mahogany woodwork. You caught a glimpse of the spacious kitchen through an arched doorway that contained every modern appliance. The living room housed a massive sectional upholstered in buttery leather and the biggest television you had ever seen. Bookshelves that completely covered one wall and were filled with books, framed pictures and impressive amount of vinyl records. The floor to ceiling windows offered a stunning view of downtown Vancouver with the North Shore Mountains beyond.

“Here we are, home sweet home,” Jensen said, gently guiding you through the foyer. He kept a firm grip on you ever since you wobbled on him in the elevator. He was sorely tempted to simply carry you the rest of the way, but something told him you would object to being manhandled by a dude you just met.

“There’s a gym, a spa, swimming pool and all kinds of other amenities in the building but I think we’ll save the grand tour for another day. You must be wiped, huh?”

You blinked in astonishment, taking in the coffered ceilings and mission style light fixtures. The stacked stone fireplace was practically a work of art. A place like this didn’t come cheap. Just who the hell were you rooming with? “Wow, this is beautiful. Do you really live here by yourself?”

“Yup. Just me, myself, and I.”

“Wow,” you said again, “Its massive… are you like a stockbroker or a lawyer or something?”

Jensen smiled. It was nice, refreshing, not being recognized. Not having assumptions made about him based on something from social media or from his work. True, you were recovering from a head injury and likely not completely in your right mind, but still. The normality of these interactions was a very welcome change.

“Nothing quite that impressive. I’m an actor.”

“Oh, really? Are you famous? I… I’m sorry. I should know you, shouldn’t I?” you apologized, worried that you’d missed something obvious or been unintentionally rude.

“No, hey, it’s okay. Really,” he rushed to reassure you. “I’m just a regular guy who plays pretend on TV.”

You could see it now, his exceptional good looks, his honeyed whiskey voice, his charm. Those beautiful eyes that were so expressive, he could say so much without uttering a word. He might be just a regular guy, but judging by the apartment, he was obviously a remarkably successful one.

“So, are you hungry? I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while, but there are lots of take-out options.” He pulled out several paper menus from the narrow drawer of the marble topped console.

“Yes. No, um,” you closed your eyes and tried to concentrate. It was damned difficult with the concussion. Collecting your thoughts and forming them into a series of words that actually made sense was a colossal task. “Actually, I’d really like a shower. I smell like antiseptic, and I itch everywhere.”

You looked so fragile then, if there was a breeze, he was certain it would have carried you away. It had been a long couple of days for him, the adrenaline he’d been running on was long gone leaving tiredness in its wake. It was a lot to take in, he could only imagine how you were coping with your injuries on top of everything else.

“Yeah, let’s get you settled, huh?” He wrapped a supportive arm around your waist as led you down the hallway.

Finally alone, you stepped into the bathroom that adjoined the guest room Jensen had set up for you. Like the rest of the apartment, it was a perfect balance of elegant luxury and tranquility. Plush fabrics, soft lighting and every amenity imaginable. You kicked off your shoes, which were still damp from their trip under water. When your bare feet made contact with the marble tiles, you moaned in appreciation. Heated floors. God bless modern science.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror over the vanity. A stranger stared back. A tangle of long, dark hair spilled down your back and contrasted with pale skin. Your bright blue eyes were dull and rimmed red. The bruise that overshadowed every feature was massive. Black and blue swelling started at your temple and ran down the right side of your face all the way to your jawbone. It even caused the delicate skin around your right eye to blacken.

You had hoped that seeing your own face would trigger your memory. The fact that nothing came to you was disheartening. Not even the first letter of your last name. Too tired to focus on that now, you pushed your uneasy thoughts aside and began to strip out of your clothes. It turned out to a monumental task; your sore muscles seemed to stiffen up on the spot. “Damn it.”

Jensen hurried back down the hall when he heard his name called out. He knocked briefly on the door before opening it, “Y/N?”

You stood uncertainly in the bathroom doorway; a fluffy white towel wrapped around your mostly naked body.

He raked worried eyes over you as he rushed forward, “Are you okay?”

“I’m stuck.”

“What?”

You dropped your gaze to your toes and your cheeks heated up, “The nurses helped me get dressed back at the hospital, um..” You turned your back to Jensen and looked briefly over your shoulder. “I, ah… I can’t reach the hooks.”

He felt like a fool when he finally realized what you were asking. You were stuck in your bra, the straps were still visible, slipping down your shoulders. “Sure. No problem.”

You let the towel loose just enough so he could access the bra clasp. He was as gentle and quick as he could be. You shivered when his fingers made contact with your skin, and he caught a glimpse of the bruising from your fractured ribs. Guilt washed over him again.

Jesus, even her back is black and blue.

“Are you sure you’re okay to shower on your own? I’m all for modesty, but not if it means you fall and hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be careful and quick,” you promised.

He frowned, far from convinced, “If you get dizzy…”

“I’ll call for you.”

“I won’t be far, just give a shout.”

At your nod, he turned to leave. He was nearly at the door when you stopped him.

“Do you have some pajamas I can borrow?”

The corner of his mouth quirked, “I got ya covered, Sweetheart.”

You weren’t sure how long you spent letting the amazing water pressure beat down on your aching body. You tried to be true to your word and be brief but standing under the hot spray of water was pure heaven. Your hands braced against the cool, tiled wall while the shampoo mixed with grime and washed down the drain. It was Jensen’s brand of shampoo, obviously. The whole steam filled space smelled like him now. Sharp pine with a warm sandalwood undertone. Comforting and attractive, everything about the man seemed to be that way.

If it weren’t for the damned concussion, you would put more stock in it but right now you couldn’t trust your own perception. He was just a nice guy who was trying to make up for his mistake and wanted to help. You may be missing a chunk of your memory, but you still knew how rare a man like that was in the world.

Feeling far more human and utterly exhausted, you wrapped a towel around your torso and padded to the bedroom. On the bed were laid out several options: t-shirts, boxers, sweatpants, hoodies and socks. You smiled to herself as you stepped into a pair of warm track pants. You were tall, nearly 5’10” so they didn’t pool around your feet as they would on most women, but you lacked Jensen’s muscle mass. With your slim build the borrowed clothes bagged, if not for the drawstring waistband, the pants would probably have ended up around your ankles.

Regardless, you were happily warm in them. Unable to resist, you sat on the edge of the bed and tested its softness. It was like a cloud, and you sank into it with a groan of appreciation. When you finally laid your aching head on pillow encased in what you had to guess was the highest quality thread count available, you sent a prayer of thanks to your maker. It had to be more than luck that you were here, safe and cared for rather than recovering in some shelter.

Jensen ordered from a variety of restaurants while keeping an ear out for his houseguest. It was nice, he had to admit. Regardless of the circumstance, it was nice to have another person in his apartment, his home. It certainly felt more like a home as opposed to how empty it usually felt. Which is why he didn’t spend much time there. You were right, it was beautiful, but it was never a place he wanted to spend much time in. When his work didn’t keep in occupied, Jensen usually found himself at Jared and Gen’s or out in some trendy bar. It was the quiet. He craved peace, but the quiet was deafening and it pressed in on him whenever he was home alone.

The doorbell rang, shaking him free of his rambling thoughts. He collected the boxes of food from the delivery kid with a thank you and shut the door. Depositing everything in the kitchen, he headed down the hall. The sound of running water stopped ages ago and you hadn’t called for him. Probably moving slow, God knows he would be if had taken the beating you had.

Her bedroom door was cracked open, but he still knocked. “Y/N?”

Getting no answer, he opened it fully and found you sound asleep. Curled up on your left side, wearing one of his favorite track suits, your still damp hair fanned out on the pillow. Like an overly tired little kid, you hadn’t even bothered to get under the covers. Jensen took the thick, striped quilt that was draped over the foot of the bed and carefully drew it up over your sleeping form. You never stirred.

She really is beautiful, he thought, taking the opportunity to study your features in the soft lamp light. Full, wide mouth, high cheekbones, delicately arched brows, and thick lashes. Hell, you were a stunner. He knew several people who had gone under the knife trying to achieve the same effect.

He recognized the protectiveness already blooming in his chest. Not unlike his alter ego, Jensen was a sucker for a damsel in distress. When he was a boy, he’d dreamed of being a hero. Rescuing people. Fighting the bad guys. Playing Dean Winchester was the closest he’d gotten until he pulled you from the water. Turns out it wasn’t so much fun in real life. He’d been terrified he’d failed until you finally opened your eyes.

Now that you were here, he was determined to see you got everything you needed to make a full recovery. As selfless as it seemed on the surface, he knew it was as much for him as it was for you. Jensen was a natural care giver yet had very few opportunities to express that side of himself.

God knows his ex-wife never tolerated much in the way of affection. Whenever she’d been under the weather she demanded solitude, preferring to be left alone rather than be fussed over by a doting husband. It left him feeling utterly useless. Simply put, she didn’t need him. To have someone to look after, even if it were for a short time, appealed to him greatly.

Jensen adjusted the lamp to the lowest setting so the light dimmed to a soft glow and silently let himself out of the room. Leaving you to your dreamless sleep.

#jensen ackles x y/n #jensen x reader #jensen x you #jensen ackles fanfiction #dean x reader #supernatural #spn fic #Nightingale #rlp

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cultleaderyoongi · 3 years

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Soft Spot | myg

☆ pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ word count: 3.9k

☆ warnings: none except an awkward but sweet Yoongi that might melt your heart

☆ synopsis: First dates are nerve-wracking – everyone would agree on that. When Yoongi, who has never put much significance into his love life and dating, finally finds that one person who's sparked his interest like no other before, he goes all-out.

☆ playlist: BTS - Intro: Skool Luv Affair | frad - First Date

☆ a/n: Hello there everyone, it's me again with another Yoongi drabble. This is a sequel to Birthday Boy as this man has been living in my head rent-free ever since just like any other normal day There will be one last follow-up after this one, and then hopefully I'll be able to move on and finish all the other stories that have been sitting there for eternity and giving me the side-eye...

Happy May to you all! *insert *NYSNC It's Gonna be May GIF* As always, thank you for reading if you do. I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always welcome ♡

Some of the greatest things in life happen unexpectedly. Most people might share that sentiment, but some believe that diligence and determination will lead you to everything necessary in life – and thus far, Min Yoongi was one of those people.

Becoming a highly praised producer for one of the top record labels in the country didn't come without any efforts or sacrifices, of course. Granted, luck played a big part in the equation, but if he hadn't put in any work in the first place, he wouldn't be where he is right now. So far, he's been content with where his life is headed, but there's always been an inkling of inexplicable longing inside of him.

The people around and close to Yoongi know that he's somewhat stubborn, so when his friends told him over several bottles of soju and grilled meat that he might solely be lacking in the love department, he scoffed at first. He never put much thought into it because – why would he? He had everything from a nice car to a big apartment. His work was his love. Music was all he wanted to do ever since he first picked up a launchpad at the age of 13. He achieved what most people preached – do what you love and you never work a day in your life. His career was his love.

A fulfilling career and materialistic possessions are one side of the coin, but connecting with someone on an emotional, spiritual level is unmatched, Namjoon, a good friend and colleague of his had told him that night. Again, Yoongi scoffed at his words, fending with a And that's why you're single, right? but deep down he knew they held some truth in them – his friend didn't need to know that though.

Yoongi never entertained the idea of dating as much as his peers. He had a girlfriend in high school, and a few flings in his adult life here and there, but none of which ever kept him on his toes enough for him to pursue a long-lasting relationship.

All of this was going to change when he met you.

Not in a million years did Yoongi imagine himself to be the kind of man who's standing outside someone's door, a bouquet in hand and a nervous smile on his face, waiting for it to open – but here he is now, in front of your apartment, ready to pick you up for your first official date.

He's frozen in place but fretful all the same as he awaits you to answer the doorbell, last-minute checking his reflection in the black mirror of his phone screen, unsure if he made the right choice with his look tonight. His hair is slicked back, buzzed sides and forehead on display with a loose strand dangling off. A black suit along with a white dress shirt and black tie compile his outfit. Is that too much? Too little? He can't decide, and even if, it's too late for him to change now anyway.

Yoongi checks the time reading 7:01 PM. He rang your doorbell at 7:00 PM on the dot. The thought sends his mind into overdrive – you need to come out right now. He wants to see you, he can't wait to see you, but at the same time Yoongi would give you all the time in the world if you needed. The wait makes him queasy though, and he second-guesses his plans for the night. He opted for dinner at a restaurant he frequents and then maybe a walk by the park if you're up for it later. Is that lame? Is that generic? He doesn't know, but what he does know is that he's going to burst if you don't come out right this instant –

And then the door opens, revealing you in the door frame, looking back at him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Yoongi almost loses his grip on the bouquet. He's sure his heart skipped a beat before returning, an abnormal speed taking over.

You look stunning in your yellow, ruffled floral dress, long sleeves hanging off your shoulders, ruched waist accentuating your figure. Your locks are tied into a ponytail, leaving the sides of your neck bare. A pair of nude-colored high heels finish off your look, elongating your exposed legs in a way that leaves Yoongi weak in the knees.

"Wow." Yoongi doesn't register the word coming out of his mouth before you speak up again.

"Sorry?" You tilt your head to the side, curiosity evident in your eyes.

He's unsure if you're just pretending to not have understood, a slight hint of a smirk creeping up on your features. If he doesn't come up with something soon, he'll look like a fool – more than he already does. "Uh," he stammers, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "Just hi." Good save, Yoongi.

Your lips pull into a bright grin. "Hi."

He could stare at your smile forever, the way your eyes crinkle at the sides, irises sparkling, and– then Yoongi remembers, his gaze falling on the flowers in his hand before awkwardly thrusting them towards you. "These are for you."

That smile of yours grows even wider now, and Yoongi swears you could brighten up the darkest of places. "Thank you." You take the bouquet from him, fingers brushing against his before bringing the flowers up close to smell them. "They're beautiful. I love tulips."

Yoongi gives himself a mental note to thank Hoseok for the hint later. Jung Hoseok, his friend from work and also coincidentally your best friend since childhood, has been nothing short of help to him, a noble advisor during Yoongi's quest to woo you – despite his initial protest after he caught the two of you in the act two weeks prior, Yoongi's face covered in crimson-colored lip-shaped marks, his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.

As you inspect them further, your eyes shift towards the flowy fabric adorning your figure. "They match my dress, too." Pointing at the pink floral patterns across the yellow tulle, you elicit a chuckle from the man he wasn't even sure he had in him.

Yeah, he's done for.

"I'm gonna go put these in water. Do you wanna come in for a second?"

Yoongi blinks at you slowly, brain short-circuiting. "Uh yeah, sure."

You open the door wide enough for him to follow you inside, heading towards your kitchen in long strides.

As you rummage around in your kitchen cabinets, Yoongi takes a look around your apartment. It's small but holds so much charm. From photographs in white picture frames complimenting the sage green of your walls to little pale blue accents set in small items such as pillows and boxes, he finds it a fitting representation of your personality. His eyes stay glued on one picture in particular sitting atop of your shelf, and it costs his entire self-control to not coo at it. He recognizes the features of the little boy wearing a pink party hat leaning over a birthday cake, the toothy grin of the child the same as his good friend and colleague, and he identifies the older girl with the similar heartshaped smile as Hoseok's sister – which leaves the younger one with the pigtails and the pink floral dress sitting on the floor.

Maybe he will hear the story behind this sometime in the future.

The clicking of heels coming to a halt behind him brings Yoongi back to reality and he turns on his heel.

"I'm ready to go." You send him a pleasant smile, grabbing your clutch bag from the kitchen island and pulling it over your shoulder.

Yoongi steps closer to where you stand. "I parked right in front of the complex."

With a small nod, you signal him to lead the way as you lock the door behind you. Once you make it downstairs, Yoongi doesn't fret to open the door on the passenger side for you. Do people still do that or is that something people even do at all? Is that something you just see in the movies? He doesn't know, but it only makes sense in his head.

When you muse a small Thank you in surprise, wide-eyed and mouth formed into an o-shape, he smirks to himself.

Closing the door behind you, Yoongi hurriedly rounds the hood of his car, almost bumping into it before he plops down on the coffee brown leather of the driver's seat. Once the two of you are buckled up, he turns on the ignition, swerving onto the road.

"So, where are you taking me tonight?" Yoongi catches your voice at the first red light.

"Oh, just a place I usually go to for business dinners or with my family when they visit," he responds. "It's fusion cuisine with a great atmosphere." He steals a glance at you as he awaits the light to turn green. Your beauty even radiates under the dim lights of the street lanterns outside.

"I can't wait then." You break out into a wide grin which Yoongi mirrors. "Not gonna lie"–your head turns to the side looking out of the window–"I feel a little underdressed now that I've seen you show up in a suit."

The light turns green, and Yoongi is thankful he doesn't drive a stick shift. He's sure he would've stalled at this point. "Please, no." He violently shakes his head at your words. "You look fantastic. If anything, I went overboard." To impress you, he thinks to himself. "You look amazing," he follows up, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips as he finishes his rant. How can you possibly not notice how beautiful you look tonight?

You remain silent until Yoongi's eyes land on you once more. "Thank you," you murmur, head tilted down in an attempt to hide a smile.

His glimpse shifts down to your hands fiddling with the hem of your dress. God, how much Yoongi just wishes to hold your hand. It's surely too early for that though, but he hopes he gets the chance later tonight.

The rest of the ride continues with small talk about each other's past week. Yoongi recounts how Hoseok tripping over his own feet and sending his iced coffee along with Yoongi's and Namjoon's orders flying, spilling their contents all over the place at their company's cafeteria was his personal highlight. He feels guilty for laughing at his friend, but when he sees you doubling over in your seat, clutching at your stomach with a wholehearted laugh resonating from you, his feeling of remorse fades.

"Oh yeah, he told me that story," you shriek. "Bet he had that look on his face where his eyes go wide like an owl's and his mouth turns upside down." Without missing a beat, you mimic the grimace you just described which has Yoongi toppling over in laughter. Luckily, you arrive at your destination in time, car coming to a halt in a vacant spot on the side of the road.

"Yeah, exactly like that!" he cackles, turning off the ignition. It was only a ten-minute drive, but talking to you let time pass even faster than Yoongi wanted to. Good thing he's going to have you for at least another two hours.

An exaggerated sigh escapes you. "Wish I could've been there to see it." You unbuckle your seat belt, grabbing ahold of your bag string to slide it back over your shoulder.

"Me too. It was priceless." As your hand clutches around the door handle, Yoongi stops you. "Stay there."

"What?" you manage out when he practically jumps out of the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you.

Yoongi hesitates for a split second, but when you look up at him with wondrous eyes, his arm stretches out towards you, inviting you to take his hand. A small smile appears on your lips as you reach for it, letting him pull you up onto the cobblestone ground. With a click, he locks the car behind you before maneuvering his hand in your hold. It takes all his willpower to withdraw, but he finally lets go, guiding you up the dark steel stairs of the restaurant with a hovering hand on your lower back.

"I wasn't sure if Hoseok was gonna let me come to your party last week." Yoongi takes a long sip of his white wine.

The two of you finished your meals a while ago, stomachs and taste buds fulfilled, and have been sitting and talking ever since.

"Well, if a certain someone hadn't spilled to me there was gonna be a party for me in the first place"–you muster him with a glint in your eyes–"maybe you wouldn't have been there."

Yoongi recalls the event from two weeks ago when his company threw a birthday party for him. Hoseok brought you along that night, your first outing after having returned from your academic year abroad, and much to Yoongi's surprise it didn't last long until he took a liking to you. In his drunken stupor, he found himself in a heated make-out session with you and got caught by Hoseok moments later – and also spilled to you Hoseok's well-kept secret of a surprise welcome back party for you. He doesn't know which was worse.

A gummy grin appears on his features. "I take it you had something to do with me being granted access?" Yoongi inquires, eyes glued on you as you bring your wine glass to your lips. The glossy sheen of your lip tint radiates a sparkly reflection underneath the golden lights – and that's when Yoongi's mind starts to trail. God, how badly he wants to kiss you again.

Your expression is playful, a sideway smirk splayed out across your face. "Hm, maybe? Maybe not?" Licking the remnants of rosé wine from your lips, you send him a sly smile. "Hoseok was a little shocked at first, maybe still is, but what's he gonna do about it? Sue me for having an interest in his friend? I don't think so."

Yoongi's heartbeat accelerates at your words, beating out of his chest in an almost visible manner (that's an exaggerated depiction of course, but he's certain it's going to burst out of his ribcage any second). He's unsure how to handle himself, so he resorts to staring off into the distance, suppressing a smile by chugging the remainder of his Moscato.

"Do you want to get going?" He questions after reclaiming some composure. "I thought maybe we could take a stroll through the park while it's still somewhat bright outside." His head nods towards the circular window in the dark façade peeking through the contrasting light bamboo screen and fern garlands hanging off it.

"Yeah, I'd love to." You empty the remnants of your glass in the blink of an eye.

Once you set foot onto the steel platform outside, a gust of wind grazes your skin causing you to shiver.

"Are you cold?" Yoongi inspects you.

"Just a little," you admit with gritted teeth. "But it's fine."

Yoongi doesn't hesitate to shrug off his suit jacket, carefully placing it over your shoulders, covering your exposed skin that has risen into goosebumps.

"You really are a gentleman, aren't you?" you smile up at him, holding onto the lapel of the linen garment with one hand while the other grapples onto Yoongi's forearm for balance as he leads you down the stairs. "Opening doors for me, pulling back the chair for me, taking care of the bill – now this." You land on the sidewalk with a loud clack of your heels. "Oh, and not to forget the flowers."

His hand comes up to scratch behind his ear once you release your grip on him, an awkward smirk etched onto his features. "Am I coming on too strong?"

"Oh God, no." You vehemently shake your head at that. "It's nice – really nice. I've felt more than comfortable with you this whole time, and it's not a shame to have good manners."

"Okay, good." Yoongi releases the breath he's been holding which gains a chuckle from you. "I dunno." His arm reaches behind you to guide you across the street. "My mom always told me to treat women with respect, especially if I like them."

Your face breaks out into a bright smile. "So, you like me?"

This is it. He's going in now. He doesn't know how, he doesn't even know with what, but there's no stopping now.

As soon as you make it to the other side of the street, Yoongi clears his throat once, turning to look at you. "I mean yeah, obviously." An embarrassed chuckle leaves his lips. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have kissed you at my party, and pulled you aside last week at yours asking you to go on this date with me."

His confession evokes a timid smirk from you. "I'm glad you asked me out. My friends were very confused about this handsome stranger at my private party, but it made sense in the end."

Yoongi offers you nothing but a pleased smile.

The two of you tread deeper into the park, listening to the leaves softly rustling in the wind. The first hints of blooming cherry blossoms can be seen here and there.

"Granted," he breaks the silence, "what happened on my birthday isn't my usual approach. Not to say that I didn't enjoy it, far from it actually, but just to let you know I don't usually do that – anything like that for that matter at all." Oh God, he's rambling. He needs to shut up. "Hence is why I'm a little on edge tonight and trying to make things right."

You stay quiet for a while, and Yoongi swears these are the most excruciating seconds of his whole life. When you let out a bellowing laugh, he stops in his tracks, perplexion evident in his eyes.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I could tell."

His confusion hits new heights when you turn to take his hands into yours.

"Everything you just said about yourself"–you look up at him with the sincerest of smiles–"pretty much applies to me, too." Your eyes shift towards the grainy soil beneath you before landing back on his face. "I'm just as much of a nervous wreck as you are–"

Yoongi scoffs internally, and for a second he's scared he scoffed outwardly judging by the way your expression changes. If you're a nervous wreck, what must he be?

"–but please don't feel like you have to hold back or make things right." Your hands travel up to rest on his biceps, caressing his limbs in a comforting manner. "Thank you for being honest with me though. Now relax a little and do whatever feels ri–"

He stopped listening halfway through, your hands on him causing this spontaneous combustion inside of him, so he does what feels right at this moment which is pulling you closer by your hips, his face now inches away from yours. "Is this okay?"

Visibly taken aback by his action, you only manage to nod your head yes before he cradles your cheek, drawing you in even further until your lips almost touch.

"This still okay?" he murmurs, longing obvious with how his dark orbs stare back at you.

All it takes is another affirmative nod from you, and he closes the distance between you, lips colliding.

Yoongi missed this feeling ever since he first got a taste of you a mere two weeks ago. He only kissed you once before, but he swears he's addicted now. From the way your arms wrap around his middle engulfing him in warmth, to the silent whimper escaping you when he slightly opens his mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue across the seam of your upper lip. Man, he's so infatuated with you it would kill him if you didn't feel the same.

When the two of you break off the kiss, you shrink into his suit jacket that's swallowing your smaller frame, giggling like a high school girl.

"What?" Yoongi questions, a gummy smile creeping its way onto his features.

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you groan "God, I like you."

You must feel Yoongi's rapid heartbeat with the way your chests are flush together, but from this angle you can't see his face light up like a thousand-watt lightbulb. "Would you like to do this again then?" And again and again, he continues in his head.

In his hold, you move your head to look up at him. "What? The kiss? The date?"

"All of it." All of it and everything and more.

There's a moment where the two of you solely stare at each other, sparks in your eyes before you bring his face down to capture him in another deep kiss, dragging your hands up his chest and coming to a halt on his shoulders, driving Yoongi insane.

You pull apart from each other with shallow gasps and satisfied grins when he plants a quick peck on the tip of your nose. "I'll take that as a yes then."

A small chuckle emerges from you before you place one last kiss on the corner of his mouth, short but sweet. "C'mon, we should get going. It's getting dark." Sliding your hand into his, you set foot again.

One thing's for sure – Yoongi is going home a happier man than yesterday.

"Oh, there he is! Yours truly. How was your date last night?" Hoseok pipes, watching his friend trudge over to the cafeteria table with his iced americano in hand. "Are you girlfriend and boyfriend yet?"

Yoongi plops down on the chair beside Namjoon, releasing a loud huff. "Bro, calm down. It was only one date so far."

"Are you planning on seeing her again soon?" Namjoon inquires, placing his egg and bacon sandwich back down on the plate after taking a huge bite.

The man in question wraps his lips around the straw, taking a long sip of his caffeinated drink. "Yeah, I'll see her again on Friday," he notes nonchalantly.

It's quiet around the table, only Hoseok and Namjoon exchanging looks between each other before breaking out into boisterous holler, delivering repeated punches to the older male's biceps.

"Way to go, man! About damn time you broke that dry spell of yours."

"Is this the same Min Yoongi I met two years ago?"

"Did you give her the flowers like I told you to?"

"Dude, you're all smiles! Told you a little lovin' was gonna treat you well."

"If you break her heart, I'll break you, by the way."

"Guys, guys! Stop! Geez," Yoongi whines, face buried in his hands. He senses his muscles pulling into a wide grin – he can't stop it. The mere thought of you renders him giddy like a kid in a candy store. He's already counting the days he finally gets to see you again. Friday, that's only four and a half days away. He's got this. He can wait that long. He–

"Hyung, you're so soft for her." Hoseok's voice pulls him out of his reverie. "Already dreaming about your wedding?" the male jokes, earning a disgruntled growl from his friend. "By the way, I take full credit for your happiness. Joon, you should've seen them." He turns to his other friend who joins in on his attempt at getting a rise out of the older one – with success.

"Alright, that's it. I'm leaving."

"I'll stop if you let me be best man– ow!"

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luminnara · 3 years

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Pro Hero Bakugou + cam girl!reader fluff 18+ ONLY

I wrote this for myself c: i’m a SWer and i gotta live through my self inserts sometimes lol

Warnings: nsfw language

part 2

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Everyone always expected him to end up with another pro hero. After all, he was Dynamight, a determined, powerful man with an even more powerful quirk. He had his own agency, he kept his area of the city in check, and he had a near perfect record. It only made sen that he would want to date someone equally as impressive and passionate about hero work, someone who could keep up with him and match him on every level.

Nobody ever expected that he would end up with someone like you, least of all...well, you.

You held off on telling him what you did for a living for a while. You weren’t ashamed of your profession by any means, but you had developed too much of a crush on Katsuki to risk ruining everything if he didn’t share your viewpoint. What if he hated your job? What if he thought you were an embarrassment to his name? No, it felt better to just tell him that you did something mundane, letting him believe you were an accountant or something rather than a full time online sex worker.

You were absolutely certain that the great Dynamight wouldn’t want the news getting out that he was dating someone like you, so even though it felt like you were lying to the man you were falling in love with, it also felt...better. It felt safe.

So imagine your surprise and horror when he casually brought it up on his own.

“What, you thought I didn’t know from the start?” He rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up on your coffee table as he raised a beer to his lips. “You think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“What? No!” You said quickly.

“Then why’d you lie?”

You looked down in embarrassment. “Because...I didn’t know how you would react.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

“A lot of guys get jealous, or just...shitty about it.” You sighed. “I figured that you wouldn’t want my job ruining your reputation as a pro, too. So...I just never said anything.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, taking another drink. He seemed like he was thinking about your words, and with each second that ticked by, you grew more nervous. Was he about to yell at you for hiding such a big part of your life? Was he going to break up with you right then and there?

“Don’t be a dumbass.” He finally said. “I don’t give a shit what you do, long as you like doin’ it.”

His voice was harsh, but it made your heart soar.

“Thank you,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“For what?” He grunted.

When he saw the sappy look on your face, he groaned and motioned for you to come closer. When you came and stood near his legs, he rolled his eyes, reaching out with one strong arm and pulling you down to straddle his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ care what your job is.” He said, a big hand settling on your ass. “Kinda pissed me off that you kept hidin’ it from me, but I figured you’d bring it up at some point. Then you just fuckin’ didn’t, so I did.”

“How the hell did you find out?” You asked, suspicious that he had gone through your shit or something.

In that moment, the great Katsuki Bakugou actually blushed.

“Uh...” he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I...mighta caught a livestream once.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I tuned in once or twice.”

“What? When?”

“I didn’t go lookin’ for you specifically like a creep!” he said roughly.

When you just quirked an eyebrow, he sighed.

“It was right at the beginnin’. Remember that first date we went on? You were wearin’ that green dress...”

“Of course I do,” you smiled.

Bakugou readjusted his grip on you and you settled in against his chest. “You wore that fuckin’ dress, ‘n you got me so god damn worked up with that.”

“Did I?” You teased, already knowing the answer. You were well versed in the world of horny men, and you could very vividly remember all of his awkward shifting and not so stealthy readjustments.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he groaned. “Had a hard on the whole night. Thought I was gonna explode by the time I got home.”

“Well, you’re pretty good at exploding,” you laughed, leaning your cheek against his chest as you looked up at him. “You could have invited me in, you know.”

“Nah, I was bein’ a gentleman. I mean, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, princess...but I asked you to dinner because I liked you. And when I ask a girl to dinner, I fuckin’ do it right. After I got home, I had to go rub one out...’n that’s when I found you on that camsite.”

You blushed. “Yeah, I, uh...remember going home and deciding I should go live for a few hours, since you made sure to have me home by nine.”

He rolled his eyes at your joking tone. “Yeah, yeah. I saw you under the now online tab, ‘n I couldn’t stop watchin’...”

“That was a good night,” you grinned. “I went straight from having some of the fanciest food I’ve ever tasted to having one of my work nights ever. I mean, I remember hitting my tip goal in like, half an hour! Because my highest tipper was some new guy and—“

You paused, realization dawning on you.

“Wait just a goddamn second.” You leaned back, sitting up to look at Katsuki suspiciously.

The shit eating grin on his face confirmed your suspicions.

“What, babe?” He drawled. “You were gonna tell me all about your highest tipper. Don’t stop now.”

“My highest tipper,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, “was a new guy whose username I had never seen before, who had to have a lot of money to pay what he did.”

“Yeah, well. There’s all kindsa rich people on those sites. They love gettin’ off to pretty pieces of ass like you.”

“And he even ended up tipping enough tokens to cover my bills that month,” you rose up on your knees, straddling him again. “He had to have been a celebrity. Or a CEO. Or a pro hero.”

His grin only widened. “Musta been.”

“Katsuki, I cannot believe you!” You laughed, lightly slapping his chest. “All this time, you’ve been watching me from a burner account?”

“Well, I can’t exactly just put my hero name out there,” he chuckled.

“Because it would be all over the tabloids?” You guessed.

“What? No, because you woulda found out right away. Like I said, I wanted you to come to me first.”

“That’s...really sweet of you, actually,” you sighed. “Thanks, Katsuki. For not telling everybody.”

“Well...”

“...you told Kirishima, didn’t you?”

“I was excited about how hot my new girlfriend was!” He said defensively. “‘N it’s not like he was gonna do anythin’ bad, anyways.”

“Yeah, there’s not a mean bone in that man’s body,” you laughed, sliding back down onto your boyfriend’s chest. “I just can’t believe you. How are you so good at keeping secrets from me?”

“You tried to do the same thing to me,” he pointed out.

“Well, now we’re even. But...I don’t exactly think the world would like knowing that a top hero is dating a camgirl.”

“Like I care.” He rolled his eyes. “You know how popular you’re gonna be when rumors start flyin’?”

“Rumors?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Oh, yeah. Everybody’ll wanna find out if that’s really the pussy that the best pro hero is poundin’ every night.”

“Katsuki!”

“What? It’s true.”

You were quiet as you thought for a moment. “You know, if you sign a model release, your dick can be on cam...”

His face lit up. “You wanna suck this cock in fronta all your loyal fans, baby? Wanna show em what a fuckin’ size queen you really are?”

“Full of ourselves tonight, aren’t we?” You asked dryly.

“You’re gonna be fulla my cum soon enough,” he flirted, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “C’mon, Princess. I gotta get my practice in before I can be your stunt dick.”

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Build-a-bear adventures

Build-a-bear adventures.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A top trained assassin, her girlfriend, and a build-a-bear workshop, what better way to spend a day off.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Agonisingly fluffy.

I was planning on posting angst, but, decided on a fluff instead<33

“But babe. Babe. Babe.” You poked your girlfriend, fully aware that with every prod, you were only contributing to the headache worthy eye rolls she had been giving you for the past hour. You were joking, of course you were, she knew that, but she also knew that it was possible you were about to be single in 0.2 of a second if you didn’t stop poking her.

With a sarcastic smile and a deep breath, she turned her head towards you, momentarily stopping your movements as you returned a sickeningly sweet smile back.

“Yes?”

“I don’t think you understand.”

“I do understand.”

“This is life or death.” You spoke with a poker face, a weak attempt to try and make your point valid.

“I think that may be exaggerating just a little bit honey.” She chuckled lightly at your tone and the way you moved in your spot on the sofa, now having your legs crossed in front of you, hands enthusiastically moving in front of you.

“No. No, see, you don’t understand! We need to do this!”

“Is my unconditional love not enough?”

“No.”

“Ouch.” She dramatically placed her hand on her chest, a smirk plastered onto her face as she watched you rile yourself up with every sentence.

“Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean that, your unconditional love is more than enough, and while I unconditionally love you too, that doesn’t change the fact that this is a necessity.”

“Like the ones from the jungle book?”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back as the assassin teased you.

“Baby, please!” You moved once again, now clambering onto her lap with your hands interlocked behind her neck, your faces mere inches away from hers. Her hands immediately went to your waist to steady you, pure energy coursed through your veins as you tried to convince Natasha to go ahead with your idea and she wasn’t certain you wouldn’t fall off of you if she didn’t hold you down.

“You seriously want to?”

“Yes.”

“Today?”

“Yes.”

“Instead of cuddling in bed with movies?” Her eyebrows raised in question, not faltering as she watched you pretend to ponder, stroking an imaginary beard on your chin.

“Yes.” You smiled, your inner child shining through.

Knowing she wasn’t going to win, she sighed gently, running a hand through your hair and giving you a quick kiss on your temple before tapping your thighs to signal for you to stand up.

“Alright. Get ready and we’ll go.”

“Really?” You squealed, clapping your hands together as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Really. Now hurry and get your shoes on, we don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”

She watched with nothing but adoration as you whizzed off to get ready to leave, swearing that she’s never seen you move so quickly in her life. Despite her playful protest, she walked over to the kitchen counter to pick up her car keys, swinging them around her pointer finger as she walked over to the doorway of the compound living room.

‘I can’t believe I'm doing this.’ She thought.

Although she’ll deny it to anyone that asks, she’s absolutely whipped for you.

“I’m ready!” Your voice called out, encouraging Natasha to shrug her leather jacket on and walk towards her smiling girlfriend, taking her hand as they walked out together with content smiles on their faces.

‘Let’s do this.’

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It didn’t take long to arrive at your destination, your eyes immediately drew themselves to the store windows filled with stuffed bears in a variety of different outfits, some bears were dressed up to fit a theme, some bears were characters from loved movies, some were just bears in dungarees.

That’s right. You’ve managed to bring a trained assassin to a build-a-bear workshop. Why?

To get matching bears.

You looked towards Natasha, a huge grin on your face, only faltering slightly as you were met with her hands and forehead on the drivers wheel. You tugged on her sleeve, ignoring her disagreement, her head not leaving the wheel, but turned to face you.

“Stop being silly, c’mon, you’re looking forward to it! I know you are!”

“Babe. We’re parked outside of a teddy store.”

“Exactly! It’s fun, you’re excited, I'm excited, let’s go!”

You didn’t hesitate to open your car door, jumping out of the car and shutting the door behind you, the redhead not far behind you as she once again took your hand, reminding you how lucky you are that she loves you. Your response was a simple kiss on her cheek, a small blush following shortly afterwards.

“You’re cute.” You pinched her cheek.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go get our bears.”

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“So, that’s both of your bears stuffed, do you guys want to put voice boxes in them?” The kind staff member asked the pair of you.

You glanced towards Natasha, silently asking if she’d like one or not. She gave you a brief smile before looking back at the woman helping you with your bears.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” She winked at you before following the woman over to another station within the store. There were rows and rows of different shapes and coloured voice boxes to choose from.

You had the option of choosing a pre-recorded sound, like animal sounds or a bunch of different ‘i love you.’ in different voices. You didn’t mind what voice you had, honestly, you would’ve been content with an ‘i love you’ from Elsa at this point. However, you saw your girlfriend make a beeline for the ones that you record your own message into.

“You’re gonna do your own one?” You asked, moving over to stand beside her.

“Nope. I’m making one for yours.” She said proudly, holding two of the small items in her hand, holding it out for you to take one. You couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken at her words. This is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done with someone else, and to think she wasn’t even that eager to come in the first place. You knew she’d have fun.

Taking the small blue speaker from her hand, you were instructed to press the button on the back of the plastic, hold it down to speak, and release it when you were finished, but it can only be a short message. The both of you tucked your bears under your arm, bringing the box to your mouth and cupping it so that it would come out loud and clear, and so the other couldn’t hear what you were saying.

Once your messages were done, you handed each other the speaker to place in the paw that had a ‘press me’ sign sewed into it. The woman ensured it was inserted correctly before taking them elsewhere to be sewn up, leaving you both to look at the racks of tiny clothes hung on the wall.

It was almost as difficult as choosing clothes for yourself, there were too many options, and every single one was adorable. How did literal children do this?

“Please tell me you can’t decide on an outfit either.” The Russian spoke from beside you, her gaze focused on the fabrics, styles and patterns in front of you.

“It’s easier trying to take a pop tart off of the demi-god at home than trying to pick a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for a stuffed animal. What the hell?” Your arms gestured to the wall in front of you, exasperated as you tried to decide whether you wanted the blue jeans or black.”

“Hi guys, here are your bears, just letting you know, there’s also some dresses over there if you want to check them out.” The woman smiled, watching as you and Natasha shared a glance of horror.

The two of you were gonna be here for a while.

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Finally, you and Nat had dressed both your bears. You chose a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket for yours, and Natasha had chosen a Y/F/O. It appeared as though each of you had made ‘mini me’s’ of the other, and they seemed pretty damn accurate too.

After successfully creating and dressing your bears, it was time to name them, pay, and then you could both go home and relax. You had no idea building a bear could be so exhausting.

Both you and Natasha had to pick a name. You thought it over, whereas Nat had just rushed right in, choosing to call her bear ‘honey.’, the nickname she always reserved for you. Gripping your bear tightly, you observed the birth certificate being printed out, the name, the owner’s name and the date clearly written in bold, black letters. You could’ve sworn you saw Natasha’s eyes light up when she was handed the sheet of paper.

“What about you, miss?” The woman asked, ready to type in whatever name you gave her. Glancing behind you quickly, you caught the eye of your girlfriend behind you, immediately knowing what to call it.

“Snoopy, please.”

You heard one loud and short laugh erupt from Natasha’s lips, her hand shot to cover her mouth, not intending to be so disruptive when she heard what you had called it.

‘Snoopy’ is the name of a cartoon character, which was probably what people would think you named the bear after. In reality, it wasn’t that at all.

When you first met the team, you were informed of what everyone’s roles were and how they contributed to the group. There were supersoldiers, scientists, a god, all different kinds of people, including the incredibly attractive spy. When you went on your first mission, she had to hack into a computer to retrieve some stolen data, but took her time to also look at some other things they had on there too, just to kill time.

The first words you said to her on that mission that wasn’t to do with what direction you were running in, was ‘Alright, hold off Snoopy, you can do that in your spare time, hurry up.’, and at first she was annoyed with the nickname, claiming she wasn’t snooping, nor does she ever ‘snoop’, but she soon took it in her stride. It was still a running joke between the pair of you 2 years down the line, and you never let her forget it.

“Nice name, babe.” She coughed, unable to fully settle down from her laughing fit.

“Why, thank you! Yours isn’t so bad yourself.” You spoke as you blew her a kiss that she grabbed in thin air and pretended to shove into her jean pocket, earning a small shake of the head before you took your printed certificate and went to purchase the bears.

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Once you got back to the compound, the both of you were completely shattered, unable to keep your eyes open to watch some TV before bed. Eager to get some sleep, the two of you just ended up changing into your pyjamas, following your shared night routine before collapsing onto your bed.

You lay beside her, still able to smell her perfume after so many hours, the scent making your eyelids feel like rocks. Grabbing your bear, you put it in between you, Natasha doing the same thing, before snuggling up close together under the covers. She reached over to put some fallen hair behind your ear, smiling gently at you as she did so, the gesture lazily returned.

“Thank you for suggesting today, baby. I really enjoyed myself.” She whispered, a murmur of agreement following her words.

“Thank you for taking us Natty, I had fun.” You mumbled with closed eyes, sleep quickly taking over.

“Get some sleep, my love.”

You nodded once before responding. “G’night Nat.”

“Goodnight baby.”

And that was you, out like a light.

Natasha reached over to give you a kiss on the forehead as her final goodnight, not realised that she’d leant on the teddy in the process, only noticing when she heard your voice in a non sleepy state.

“I’m madly in love with you, Romanoff.” She heard you laugh, followed by an excited “I’m done!”, obviously you forgot to let go of the button after you recorded the initial message, but it had made it even more special. She couldn’t help but adore you with every bone in her body.

You weren’t awake now, but when you were, she hoped to see your reaction when you listened to her message in your bear, the words spoken in Russian, but you’d heard them before, so you’d definitely know what it meant.

“Moye serdtse tvoye, lyubov' moya.” (My heart is yours, my love.)

She was right.

She’s absolutely whipped.

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