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Let Me Love You | 1 - B. Barnes

Character: college!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: On a mysterious, rainy night, Bucky witnesses a distressing encounter involving his crush.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8.

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Fast-food restaurants are always the quick choice for exhausted students after learning a lesson.

Today, WHAM Burger near St. Louis University is bustling with customers, mostly college students from the university. The aroma of sizzling burgers and the familiar hum of conversations fill the air.

Inside the restaurant, everyone stands in line at the cashier or fiddles with the self-order machine. Even the drive-thru is buzzing with activity. Most cars have to wait, but for Bucky, who is behind the wheel, the wait is inconsequential. However, his friends, Steve and Sam, seem less patient.

“Their double cheeseburgers are delicious. But eating them three times a week? I'm going to hate my favorite food, Bucky,” Steve remarks from the back seat.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “There are other choices, like salads.”

Sam laughs, fingers dancing on his phone screen. “You'd have to put a gun to Steve's head if you want him to eat a salad.”

Bucky chuckles, his eyes focused on the road. Sam and Steve sigh, observing their friend who has become a love fool. Almost every week, they find themselves at this fast-food haven. There's a particular reason Bucky insists on coming here.

Finally, their car inches forward to the cashier's window. Bucky rolls down the window and is greeted by a familiar face.

“Welcome to WHAM Burger. Oh, hi, guys!” Your bright voice cuts through the air, and the trio of friends can't help but smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” Sam and Steve chime in, well aware that Bucky becomes speechless when he sees you.

You flash them a genuine smile, recognizing the familiar faces. Your fingers swiftly input their usual order. “You guys just got back from the chess club?”

Bucky nods, attempting to say more but finding his words stuck. He never anticipated becoming a lovefool, but he fell for you the first time he laid eyes on you.

It was on a snowy day when Bucky first saw you. A girl, squatting down to rescue a stray cat. That quiet moment led to him forgetting his chess tournament appointment, instead accompanying you to the nearby shelter.

You, a stranger in the area, had just landed a part-time job at the fast-food joint. Bucky admired your selflessness and love for animals. Even though you couldn't adopt the cat, he assured you someone would. In gratitude, you treated him to hot chocolate, and in that instant, Bucky fell in love.

However, his friends later shattered his newfound joy, revealing that you had a boyfriend, the quarterback, Lloyd Hansen, and that you were childhood sweethearts.

Back in the present, your cheerful voice snaps Bucky out of his reminiscence. “Thank you so much. Please come again.”

“Yes, yes, I will,” Bucky mumbles, grabbing the card from your hand. The slight touch sends a jolt through him, and he can't help feeling like a creep.

As Bucky drives away from the drive-thru, Sam and Steve enjoy their fries, teasing Bucky about moving on.

“Dude, you need to move on. If not, both of us are going to gain weight,” Steve says, munching on his cheeseburger.

Bucky rolls his eyes. "I didn't invite you." Despite not being explicitly invited, the three always go home together since they live in the same apartment building, and WHAM Burger is conveniently on the way.

Bucky huffs, but he can't stay mad at them. After all, they've been his closest friends since high school. Despite their advice, he can't fathom why his feelings for you continue to grow. If there's a love cupid, Bucky can't help but blame it, as the cupid seems to have misfired its arrow onto the wrong target.

In the rearview mirror, Sam and Steve exchange knowing glances, silently hoping their friend will soon find a way to move on from his unrequited love.

Reader P.O.V

“Shit… shit.” You blame yourself for not bringing an umbrella with you, even though since the morning, you noticed the clouds had a dark color.

You protect the food bag to make sure it doesn't get wet. You had just finished your shift when your boyfriend, Lloyd, texted you to bring food to his practice.

Lloyd and you have been together since childhood, crowned as king and queen at prom night. Everyone says that both of you are a sweet couple.

Lloyd got a full scholarship for his athletics and is studying law. Meanwhile, you received half a scholarship. St. Louis is a prestigious university with famous alumni.

It has been your dream to study here, and you also want to stay with Lloyd. However, growing up, you learned to be responsible on your own, managing your own money and working.

Between studies, clubs, and part-time jobs, you and Lloyd used to be close, but now, it's getting difficult to meet. Lloyd has become busy with practices and interviews since he brought a championship to the university.

But you want to make this relationship work.

When the bus stops in front of the university, you have to run to the university gym.

You sprint as fast as you can despite the heavy rain.

Lloyd is lifting weights when he sees you soaking wet. He grabs a towel and dries your hair. “Thanks, babe. You came all the way here.”

You reply, “It's alright.”

“Has the food arrived?” A female voice is heard from behind you.

You turn around and see a girl with perfect hair, wearing a training outfit that accentuates her body curves.

You glance down at yourself still wearing your work uniform and a jacket.

Lloyd says, “Yup. Here you go,” as he hands the food bag to Nicky. She's the daughter of the university football sponsor. Lloyd have mentioned her name a few times. But everytime you hear her name, you don't feel secure.

You clench your fist, watching their interaction. Lloyd gives Nicky the food you brought with effort through this heavy rain, and Nicky shows a shy smile towards him.

Your heart sinks as you catch the subtle exchange of glances between them. The smile that Lloyd reserves for you is now being shared with someone else. It feels like a stab in the chest, a betrayal you didn't see coming.

Lloyd looks at you. “Could you wait for a while? We will go back together.”

You put on a fake smile that you've mastered at work. “No, it's alright. I came here with an Uber car. The driver is waiting for me.” You lied; your phone battery had already died.

Lloyd nods. “Alright, text me when you've arrived.”

“Okay.”

You turn and walk faster to avoid the eyes of the bystanders. You don’t want your effort to be judged.

When you get out from the building, the rain is still pouring heavily. You grit your teeth. Is this your unluckiest day?

You run faster to the bus stop while crying.

“Y/N.”

You think your ears have mistaken you. With this heavy rain, you hear someone call your name.

It's impossible.

“Y/N!”

The voice becomes clearer. You turn around and see the silhouette getting closer. He comes running while holding an umbrella.

“Bucky?”

Bucky was just walking out from the library. He was in the chess club when he saw you running from the university gym. He wonders what the heck you are doing alone in this heavy rain.

When he sees your eyes red and your nose, it seems like you've just cried. The same happened when he found out you had a boyfriend; his eyes and nose were red too.

And he sees you coming out of the gym; that means the cause is related to Lloyd.

But now he can't let you be like this. He gives you his umbrella and runs back to the library.

You are stunned while holding the umbrella. Bucky suddenly appears, giving you the umbrella, and runs away.

You try to catch up with him, but he runs too fast. You can only shout, “Bucky, thank you!”

Tomorrow, you have to say thank you to Bucky. At least today, someone cared for you. You feel gratitude and confusion at the rain-soaked bus stop. Bucky's unexpected act of kindness adds another layer to your swirling emotions.

The next day, when you went to find Bucky, he wasn't in class. Both of you studied business.

Steve told you, "Bucky got a fever, so he stayed at home." You felt guilty when you heard that because the reason why he got sick is because of last night; he gave you his umbrella.

You asked Steve, "Can I visit him?" Steve couldn't believe what he just heard, but if you came to visit Bucky, perhaps his fever would be gone in a second. "Sure, I'll give you the address," he said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

You nodded appreciatively, saying, "Thank you," with a sincere smile.

‘Cough, cough.’

Bucky poured water into a glass. He had a fever and a sore throat because of the rain last night. The relentless downpour seemed to echo the storm within him, a storm fueled by the regret of not bringing you home with his car. He couldn't shake the thought that if he had, perhaps he wouldn't be in this sickly state.

‘Knock. Knock.’

He opened the door, never expecting to find you standing there. You held a steaming bowl of hot soup in your hands. “Bucky, I’m sorry. Because of me, you got sick.”

Bucky shyly answered, the lines of worry etched on his face. It wouldn't matter if he had to cross a sea of fire; he would do it for you. “No, it’s not because of you.” He grabbed the food you brought, appreciating the warmth it brought, both physically and emotionally. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

You shook your head, a genuine smile gracing your face. “You really helped me last night. Thank you.”

Feeling restless and vulnerable in his weakened state, Bucky looked at you nervously and said, “I have something to tell you.”

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momotorin · 5 months

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shared blankets (but we'll be sleeping on different beds)

nerd!momo x campus crush!sana | fluff, smut | men dni!

thank you so much for @jeongmosimp 's amazing request and idea (p.s: sorry it took so long but here it is!)

in the first week of university, momo, in her thickly rimmed glasses, goes up to the room assigned to her.

god, it hurt her ears as 'lovefool' by the cardigans was on full blast, by some shitty speaker as it was rumbling the ground with its bass.

she sighs, knocking— goes on for once, twice, until she opens the door with her left hand, sneakily going in the room.

momo finds a figure, dancing with all her heart. the girl; hair tied up nicely with a pink hair tie, in a tank top, and the shortest shorts she's ever seen. momo stands on the doorframe in utter shock, some sort of a star struck daze, perhaps, as she assumed that the woman only comes from her dreams.

the song comes to an end, and suddenly all is silent, the woman in front of momo sighs.

"AH!" the woman says in shock, finding momo and her luggage, standing just right there— hands in pockets, eyes staring right at her.

"oh, um," momo quickly reached out for the keys she was given with and dangles it in front of her face. "1129?"

sana stands still for a while, trying to recollect what she had done in the past minute that might've been embarrassing, as this was literally: "oh, roommate, right," she laughs awkwardly, as she ditches the broom to make way and accommodate her future (cute) roommate. "come right in," she says. "sorry if i..."

the other girl chuckles, "don't worry about it."

"well- um," sana leads her right in, going to the common area of the room. "your room's on the left."

"thanks," the other girl smiles. oh good heavens, how this woman saves. "um, i’m momo," she reaches out for her hand, asking for a handshake. who was sana to deny? "i study aeronautical engineering."

as if she couldn't get any better. sana takes her hand, gladly, as she flashes the woman a smile. "minatozaki sana," sana shook momo's hand. "i study psychology."

momo retracts her hand from sana's warm one, and hoped that it wouldn't be over.

"well," momo sighs. "i guess, see you later? i'll set up my stuff and i can help later cleaning the area."

sana chuckles, "oh, no, no," she refutes. "don't even bother. you just moved. take a rest after you set up your room, hm?"

momo just nods, smiling as she went into her room. it wasn't the most spacious, but it had a full sized bed, surprisingly new, and the windows were shining a light directly to the tables and the bed. there were a couple of shelves, a sizable closet, and it was perfect, as momo can put it.

she's in it for a good and long time.

for the first few days, momo was literally stuck on doing things inside of the room.

“hey,” mina greets from outside of their dorm door. “no roommate yet?”

“uh, no,” sana chuckles as she lets her friend in the common area. “she actually moved two or three days ago? i'm not really sure,” sana pauses for a little while to recollect her memory. “but yeah, she's a sweetheart. she's just quite shy.”

momo, half awake and half asleep, goes to the bathroom, not minding to pass by sana and mina.

“see,” sana chuckles at the sight of her. “she's just…”

“yeah,” mina inched closer to sana, whispering— “you like her.”

mina received a huge laugh and a playful slap from sana. “don't be silly,” sana says. “i’ve only known her for three days.”

those days turned into a week, a month, and two months.

it was midterms week, momo's extra extra stressed finishing her midterm plates and equations on the dining table. sana just came home from her last night class, and sighs as she goes in, her body being consumed by the warmth of the dorm.

she smiles at the sight of momo, focused, eyebrows clinched together in the middle as she's so careful in making that line with her ruler. after she finishes that line, sana says, “hey.” that shocked momo, and she's just glad that she got her micron pen out of the way of her plate. “busy night?” sana asked.

“yeah,” momo chuckles. “sorry i have my things all over the table,” momo comes up to fix the other side of the table, leaving some room for sana. she knows that sana would also study at the same space, for some reason she doesn't know. a change of scenery, she guesses. “just finished your classes?”

sana hums as she takes out her books from her bag. “finished my first midterms test,” she says. “you?”

“oh, well,” momo just sighs as she continues on her plate. “this,” she says, pointing to the one she's doing, “and this,” she points to the one on her left. “and this.” she points to the one on her right. “quite a handful, but i’ll finish them soon.”

“don't rush it,” sana smiles. “i know you'll do just fine. or better, you'll do great.”

momo asks “why'd you say so?”

“you're working hard for it, momo,” sana says. “plus, i always find you like this, you know? i feel like we never really talked because you're always so focused. not that it's a bad thing, but i just really wanna know my roommate.”

momo just nods, “what do you wanna know then, sana?”

“dunno,” sana chuckles as she opens her textbook. “what's your favorite color?”

momo smiles as she draws another line on her intricate plate. “purple. yours?”

“pink.” sana smiles. “why'd you study aeronautics?”

“i like planes,” momo chuckles. “my dad used to take me to the airstrip and wondered how they could do that, so, i ended up here. what about you, sana?”

“oh, um,” sana hesitates to answer. “it’s just an interest of mine.”

“really?”

“yeah, but,” sana sighs. “it’s a family thing. my mom's a general surgeon, and my dad is an optometrist, and naturally they want their kid to be like them as well. i don't hate psychology, it was something i liked too, but it's just that…”

“you forced yourself to like it?” momo asked.

“kinda like that,” sana sighs. “but en-”

“what do you really want to be?”

“kindergarten teacher,” sana says, flipping her book to the next page. “or a writer, something like that.”

they fall into silence for a few seconds, as momo started to get concentrated on the line she was drawing.

“did you eat already, sana?” momo suddenly asks.

“um- oh, not yet, actually.”

momo then stands up, gets two cups of ramen, heats the water, and sits by the kitchen counter, waiting for the water to boil.

sana just lets herself admire momo for a minute— hair tied up neatly in a bun, thick black rimmed glasses, and in her hello kitty pajamas, sana swears she never saw a person look that good.

in her head, sana giggles at the sight, but she fawns away the moment momo looks at her.

sana, under the dim dinner light, concentrated on her notes. momo can't help but stare at the woman just in front of her, the woman who shares her dorm with, the woman whom she wishes to do gestures for.

the water kettle clicks to a finish, and momo reaches for it, pouring generously on both cups.

“do you like your ramen spicy, sana?” momo asks, arguing whether she'd put more seasoning on sana's cup.

she sees sana nod, smiling at her. cute. momo shrugs at the thought and just finishes hers and sana's cup of ramen.

she puts sana's ramen just beside the book she was reading, “eat up,” momo says. “you wouldn't be able to remember anything if you don't have energy.”

“thanks,” sana smiles. “this is perfect, thank you.”

“no worries.” momo eats hers on the kitchen counter, afraid to spill on some of her hard work on engineering plates.

their questions go over and over the whole night, keeping both their mouths and brains busy. sana's afraid that she could only remember momo; who has two dogs, but has four family dogs, likes to dance, secretly likes natto, makes a really good cup of instant ramen, likes aloe yogurt, and watches the korean tv show the penthouse.

momo wakes up to a fridge filled with a pack of aloe yogurt with a note: thanks for the ramen last night, i’ll make sure to ace my exams, momo!

oh, such sweetness.

“what do you mean you're roommates with minatozaki sana?” jeongyeon yoo asks, quite the ramble as she was also munching away her lunch.

“um.. yeah?” momo casually answers.

“you're such a lucky person.” jeongyeon sighs.

“what for?” momo chuckles. “i mean, it's just sana.”

“what do you mean that it's just sana?!” jeongyeon exclaimed. “dude. half of the school population literally wants her despite her being just a freshman. that itself is crazy.”

“no, i mean-” momo cuts herself off at the realization. “she's nice, she studies with me, and we get along well…”

“yeah, that's sana,” jeongyeon smiles. “kind, nice, sunshine and all.”

“how'd you know?” momo asks curiously.

“girlfriend's best friend,” jeongyeon chuckles. “it's not that hard to find people if you go around, you know,” she nudges at momo. “and before you say it, no, going around is not going to different libraries. the uni’s big. it literally has like 14 streets you could visit, just go and have a little fun.”

“you know i don't do ‘fun,’ jeongyeon.” momo rolled her eyes.

“you can,” jeongyeon chuckled. “you just need a little party for you to do ‘fun.’”

sana's fun wasn't what jeongyeon was talking about.

“momo?” sana knocks on her door, and momo removes her earphones to hum loudly. “can you come out? i need a little help wi-”

“hey,” momo opens her door, adjusting her glasses. “what is it?”

they both walk to the living room, with a projector laying just on top of their coffee table.

“oh,” momo takes a look at it, and she wonders, “where'd you get this from?”

“there was a yard sale,” sana scratches her nape as she just watched momo set it up. “just a few blocks away from here, and it was ten dollars! ten! dollars!”

momo laughs, getting it to work, wiping down the lens with her hoodie, “that's a fucking steal,” she says, and the lens fires up the initial blue screen. “and it's great, look.” she points to the broken display, as it shoots to different places. “but we can't set it up here.” momo pouts, finding a good place to point the projector to.

“wanna do it in my room?” sana smirks, like having an ulterior motive, jokingly, of course.

momo stares at her, laughing, “if you say so.”

a few fixes and ‘careful’s from sana later, momo has set up the projector in sana's room.

“there,” momo sighs, sitting down as she hands sana the hdmi cable. “just plug this in somewhere and it should work.”

sana takes it, and plugs it to her laptop, “whoa!” sana's eyes sparkled at the simple projection of her screen to her wall. “it's big.”

“well, yeah,” momo grunts, standing up to go back to her room. “just call me if you need h-”

“momo,” sana calls out. “what's your favorite movie?”

“um,” momo's hand was gripping sana's door knob, wanting to stay, but also wanting to get out. “monsters inc?”

sana laughs, looking at momo, “okay then,” she searches it up, “come,” she chuckles, patting the spot beside her. “if you have free time, stay.”

momo smiles as she takes the spot beside sana, hesitant, so she leaves a little space as sana searches for the movie.

momo observes— the delicate flow of sana's hair down to her shoulders, the curve of her upper lips, the ridge of her nose holding her eyeglasses (momo figured that sana uses contacts in uni), the little cleft of her chin, and momo has never seen such a sight: one that she wants to consume her, wholly and fully.

momo snaps out of her daze when sana shifts closer to her, and the movie starts with the familiar disney film intro.

it became a usual thing. every saturday, sana and momo spend their time cooped up in sana's bed, watching some movie, every week alternating from sana's favorites, to momo's favorites, and so on.

i mean, momo couldn't miss out on a good movie, and sana just wants to put the projector in use, so it's definitely a win for the both of them.

but sana definitely thinks it's a win: she hears momo blabber about things when they watched interstellar, it left her in awe that she couldn't explain. momo's just so soft, and she just wants to launch herself at her fluff to listen to her talk about interdimensional places. she wants movie night to be forever, so that she could listen to momo, again and again, until they end up in her blankets, cooped up into a ball as they hug each other.

momo doesn't admit to herself that she likes to cuddle with sana. she tells herself that she doesn't like the way sana presses her head on her chest, the way sana mumbles different words on her sleep (sometimes even her name), and the way that sana pulls her closer, holding tight at the back of her clothes. but in her sleep, momo wraps her arms around sana, enveloping her to a warm hug, that sana ends up sleeping on her chest, and her head on top of her hair.

but she doesn't flinch, she doesn't falter, and she just lets it happen— the warmth, the light brush of their pajamas on each other, the smell of sana's blankets, and she realizes, she wants to lock them in this pocket of time, the quiet, the calm, and something momo can't put a word for just yet.

sana always wakes up first, trying to get a sight of momo, tracing her eyebrows, caressing her cheek, running a finger on her nose bridge to its center; sana thinks it's fucking stupid, for all she is, she's just momo's roommate and they just watch movies every saturday, that's why they end up like this. sana pretends to fall asleep to wake up to momo's pancakes, and sana smiles about something she can't put a name on just yet.

momo, as intelligent as she is, is shit at parties.

she doesn't know how to play beer pong, she can't command a dare, and she can't handle shit. well, “holy fuck,” jeongyeon says, herding a half-sober, half-drunk momo from one of the couches. “you're smashed. what did you do?”

“jeongyeon!” she exclaimed, almost kissing the woman who falters away from her touch. she pouts. “jeongyeon..”

“what the hell happened to you?”

“dunno,” momo laughs, drunk. “made me drink a lot with something that was definitely! not! beer! but to be honest, it was so good…”

jeongyeon fixes momo's eyeglasses, “is sana here?”

“dunno either!” momo laughs once more. “been finding her the whole night, too.”

momo's damned because her head hurts, and she doesn't know where to find her dorm key, she's so fucked when she tells sana she lost it.

“fuck,” momo slurs. “i need sana…”

“‘kay, damn,” jeongyeon says, getting her phone out to call her girlfriend, mina. “hey, honey,” she says over the phone. “momo's finding sana. where is she?”

“got home, i guess, honey,” mina says. “haven't found her the whole night either.”

“hmm, okay,” jeongyeon says. “ok, i’ll hang now. meet you later. love you, honey!”

mina chuckles over the phone, “love you too! be careful!”

“okay,” jeongyeon puts back her phone on her jean pocket, “she's not here. what if you try calling her?”

“i tried, ‘kay? she just isn't fucking answering…” momo slurs, taking another red cup of spiked coke, probably has something in it. “it's getting a little frustrating.”

“shh.” jeongyeon says, rubbing a hand on momo's back. “there you go.” she points at the east, somewhere on the stairs, where she sees sana go down with a couple of other girls. something in momo's stomach was bubbling, and she's sure that it's not acid reflux from the alcohol she's consuming.

momo makes a run for it, tapping sana's shoulder, “hey,” she says, mentally patting herself on the back for trying her best not to fall down the ground. “um, i just want to,” momo was lost in her train of thought as sana stares at her, her eyes, brown, glistening under the varying party lights, and the sound drowns, it fades, and “oh, yeah, the- um- dorm key. i kinda lost it. or i don't know, i-”

sana pulls her by the hand, going outside the party, almost slipping on the floor. “hey!” she says, panting, as they reach the end of a street. “what the hell?”

“you're fucking drunk,” sana holds her by the cheeks, checking all of her facial features that screams: i'm drunk, let's go home and let me kiss you! “what did you do, momo?”

“i lost,” momo chuckles. “by like… a lot! they made me chug down half a bottle of soju, sana. but you know, it's better than kissing someone else! i mean, apart from the fact that you could get this drunk,” momo chuckles again, now looking at her shoes. “so um, the dorm key?”

sana pulls momo closer by her jacket, running her hand to the inner pocket of it, opening one by the zipper on the left chest of it, and sana pulls, “here,” she hands momo the key. “you really wanna go home without me?”

“yeah,” momo says. honest, abrupt, and sure. “but i don't want to go home without you just yet.”

“great,” sana chuckles, and pulls her by the hand once more, going to her car. “i don't want to put you to bed so drunk. sober up with me.”

“hm, ‘kay,” momo carefully gets inside sana's car. they drive off to a highway, and momo can't make anything up because of the stupid headache, the lights, and sana. “oh, sana,” she suddenly blurts out, in all her drunkenness. “did you do the dares too? the kissing stuff.”

“oh, i don't lose like that,” sana laughs. “if you're worried about me kissing anyone, don't be. i’d rather be kissing someone else. how about you?”

“did everything but the kissing,” momo smiles at her. “i feel a little stupid when it comes to that part. i haven't had any kisses ye-”

“wanna try?” sana suddenly asks, finally stopping in front of a taco bell. she's just thankful that it's still open, but she's anticipating momo's answer.

“well, if it doesn't hurt,” momo inches closer to her, letting sana cup her cheek once more. “if it's you, then, g-”

sana captures her lips in a kiss, sweet, one tasting of strawberry, gin, soju, and some other punch flavor. momo thinks, feels, that it was nice: sana's lips were so soft against hers, and she can't help but pull her closer, holding her by the waist, just letting sana melt into her mouth.

they pull away, breathless, momo felt restless when sana pulled away.

“you're a fucking natural,” sana taps her shoulders. “c’mon, you need to have something warm or else you'd wake up with a bad headache.”

“i kinda want another one,” momo laughs, but sana's already cupping her cheek, pulling her closer to her breath, and momo latches onto her softness like she'd never felt before: like the sky on new year's eve, or a flying jet, just gliding through the highest of heights, one she knew she couldn't reach. “fuck,” momo sighs after the kiss, pulling away from sana as she smiles. “you're um-,” momo pauses as she goes down sana's car. “a good kisser. you're a good kisser, sana.”

“yeah,” sana wraps an arm on her shoulders, guiding her to the entrance of some taco bell. “and you're shit faced drunk.”

“yeah…” momo sighs, seeking comfort in sana's neck as she leans. “i hope i won't forget this.”

momo doesn't forget it. and fuck, the headache really came crashing into her.

“pick up,” momo nervously taps with her shoes, just outside the lecture hall. “jeongyeon!” she says over the phone, relief of confiding in someone.

“what the hell,” jeongyeon grunts over the phone. “what happened, momo?”

“i- um-,” momo sighs. “well you missed the first class, but yeah, um- can you meet me at the library later? there's something i need to tell and y-”

“yeah, yeah,” jeongyeon sighs. “you were drunk and did stupid shit… is it the first time you got drunk, momo?”

“no,” momo says. half lying, she did get drunk before (she guesses) “but it's the first time i got drunk and…”

“it's sana, isn't it?” jeongyeon laughs.

“yeah,” momo sighs. “but i need you to talk with me, okay? i can’t get this shit together.”

sana wakes up, tucked into her bed, with a hoodie and some sweatpants on, totally different from what she wore last night.

she also has a headache, one that can rip the center of her brain out. god, she remembers last night that she could have an exam about it and get an a+.

she looks at her nightstand, which has a note with a glass of water and hangover medicine: hey, sana, i changed you into your clothes (don't worry i didn't see you naked, plus, i was also fucking smashed even after taco bell) breakfast is on the table, and take the medicine after eating. hope you have a good day. — momo.

sana laughs. oh god, she's just so sweet: she made pancakes, some bacon, and didn't forget the syrup on the side.

if there's one thing sana wishes, for this to be a perfect morning, is that momo is beside her, also having the same breakfast, overspreading butter on her pancakes, taking a bite of it, as she holds her hand beneath the table.

she takes out her phone, calls her best friend, “mina, i think i'm liking momo a little too much. is it bad?”

“you're so down bad,” jeongyeon giggles as she takes a sip of her boba (definitely sponsored by momo). “just kiss her again, i guess.”

“the hell?” momo says. “i can’t just come up to her and kiss her. i mean, i'm not even sure if she likes me. she let me kiss her probably because she pities me since i haven't got my first kiss.”

jeongyeon laughs, “sana's not that dumb, momo. for all i know, sana's fucking smart. she's a president's lister.”

“yeah, i know that part,” momo sighs. “but you know, maybe she really just… was a good friend to me that she let me kiss her.”

“for a genius,” jeongyeon fixes momo's eyeglasses. “you're so damn stupid that it hurts me. you're also my friend. did i let you kiss me knowing that you're a full ass virgin? hell fucking no!”

“why do you have to be so loud,” momo half-screams, half-whispers. “but sana's nicer than you. she's the type to be nice enough to pity someone without a first kiss.”

“for fucks sake,” jeongyeon holds both momo's shoulders. “you're in love with sana. sana likes you around. sana likes you. hell, sana even loves you that much. trust me, ‘kay?”

“okay,” momo sighs. “so how do i tell her…”

instead of having a saturday movie night, momo invites sana to a restaurant downtown, somewhere a little far from their university. before being there, momo got into a panic: arguing with herself whether she'd keep her glasses or finally break in her contacts, well, she did the contacts instead, along with a dress shirt, carefully tucked inside her dress pants, and a blazer. well, it wasn't like she was going to work, but she just wanted to be at least presentable.

sana comes two minutes after their arranged time, in a black dress, hair nicely straightened out. momo has seen sana for so many times already, but she's never not left in awe.

sana chuckles, “hi,” she greets as momo pulls the other chair for her. “oh, thanks,” momo lets her sit down before coming back to her side. “sorry if i was late.”

“no worries,” momo says. “go order, it's my treat.”

“no way,” sana chuckles as she looks at the menu. “it's a date. we should split the bill.”

momo pauses. it's already a date? “well,” momo giggles as she looks through the menu. “if you say so.”

momo orders for the both of them, and their food arrives shortly after.

until then, sana breaks the silence, “so,” sana says as she turns her fork to eat her pasta. “why'd you ask me on a date, momo?”

momo sighs, well, it's good that she should know, “i-um,” momo pauses as she thinks of how she can say, “well, i figured out a couple of things on my own, and found out that i like you.”

sana laughs, “i like you too,” she says, looking into momo's eyes, sparkling, bright, under the dim light of the restaurant: sana has never seen such a sight, one full of adoration, a reciprocated feeling and something very sure. “i guess i liked you since you came into the room.”

“oh,” momo laughs in relief. “what? wait… since i went inside our dorm?”

“yeah,” sana says. “i mean, what's not to like about you? you're smart, you're cute, you're caring, so…”

“oh, sana,” momo chuckles, holding sana's hand that was on the table, fiddling with it. “i guess we should just take it slow. we have all the time in the world.”

sana likes that it's just them: momo's little blabber about planes, sana's little touches on momo's hand, momo's glances that shows all of her feelings, and it all falls down into place as it is just the two of them, momo and sana.

they go home after a couple of drinks, not drunk, just buzzed, and momo held sana's hand the whole time as they drove to their dorm.

as soon as they arrive, sana pulls momo in a deep, sweet kiss.

“hey,” momo giggled as they pulled away. “shoes, baby.”

“oh, right.” sana blushes, both from the fact that she's so excited to kiss momo, and from the nickname momo has said. they go into their dorm, shoes off, hand in hand, and momo pulls her back for a kiss, leading sana to her room.

in a heated pace, sana clasps and removes momo's blazer, dropping it on her floor. sana trails her kisses to momo's jaw, to the crevices of her exposed collarbone as she slowly unbuttons momo's dress shirt, slow but wanting as momo leans to her, moaning like asking more.

“sana,” momo says in barred breaths. “fuck, how do i say this,” momo sighs as she guides sana to her bed. “i- um- have a-”

sana laughs, tracing her hand on her clothed thigh. “i know,” she whispered. “i know that, baby.”

sana starts to palm momo's hard on, printing on her trousers.

“i can’t help but notice,” sana says, still moving her hands up and down momo's erection. “you're so big,” sana chuckles lowly as she ghosts her fingers on the button of momo's trousers. “you don't think i don't stare at you when you have those sweatpants on, baby? you don't think that i can’t hear you when you jerk off?”

“fuck,” momo moans out, as sana removes her pants along with her boxers, and her length springs out to meet her abs. “sana…”

“so big,” sana glides her finger on the tip, collecting momo's precum. “it can't wait to fill me up, hm?”

momo squirms, something unfamiliar brews in her stomach, a want, a need, something sana can only bring out, and she pulls sana to lock with her lips once more, as she pumps her hand on momo's length.

“so needy,” sana laughs as they pull away from each other, but she keeps a steady pace on momo's length. “undress me.”

momo doesn't need another word, and immediately goes to sana's back to remove the zipper of her dress, latching her mouth with hers, sloppily inserting her tongue to touch sana's, tasting her fully, as sana rises above her, straddling her abdomen with need.

“you're so fucking hot,” momo moans out, unclasping sana's delicate black lace bra. “mmh.” she hums, latching on sana's hardened nipple as she kneads on the other nub.

sana's hands flung to momo's hair, holding a certain grip, making momo suck on her tits further. sana makes momo pull away, and momo breathes heavily.

“momo, please,” sana whines at the pressure building between her thighs, seeping to momo's abdomen. “i‘ve been so wet,” she says. “please.”

“fuck,” momo hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of sana's panties and helps her remove it, the wetness of her pussy now directly on her stomach. sana lowers, her wetness gliding on momo's cock, coating every ridge, every vein, as she helps momo enter inside her sopping, tight hole. “so fucking tight.” momo grunts, holding onto sana's waist as she bounced, up and down, taking the pace slow, wanting to take momo's inches carefully.

momo then sits up, holding sana closer to her, as she sinks on her length, moaning at the stretch. momo pulls sana once more into a kiss, one that was slow, “take your time, darling,” she whispers. “we have all night.”

sana smiles, bouncing up and down on momo, using her shoulders as her leverage.

“fuck,” momo grunts as she pushes sana down, her hole clenching. momo flips them over, not pulling out of sana, and she carefully gets sana into fours. she kisses the delicate skin of sana's back as she thrusted, holding onto her waist tightly, pushing into the deepest parts of her and sana arches, letting momo use her. “g’nna cum, baby?” momo's pace inside becomes faster as she leans into sana, her hand travelling to her clit to circle it. sana clenches on momo's length and momo lets out a grunt, pushing inside sana's tightness.

“more, ah,” sana thrusts back on momo's pace. “inside me, please.”

“mmh,” momo lightly slaps sana's ass as their skin touches. “such a good little slut for me.”

sana smirks, as she also tightens around momo's length, coming without warning.

momo holds onto her, going in and out at such a crazy pace that made sana's eyes roll back on her eyelids. momo's seed spurts inside of sana's walls, coating every side of it, and she pulls out, quite spent, as she lays sana down slowly.

she places one last kiss on sana's pussy, lapping up the remaining juices, careful to not overstimulate her. she goes up to see sana, her arms opened, ready for momo to succumb to.

momo sighs, looking at sana “sorry, i-”

“no, momo, i told you to… so it's okay,” sana chuckles, fixing momo's hair. “plus, i'm on the pill.”

“m’kay,” momo smiles as she closes her eyes, being fully consumed by sana's afterglow. “oh fuck.” momo suddenly sits up, sprinting to her bathroom, removing her contact lenses.

sana chuckles as she follows momo shortly after, “everything alright, darling?”

“yeah,” momo says, putting the contact lenses on their case. “just the contact lenses, i forgot that i have them today,” momo laughs. “do you need anything? like hoodies or something… it's quite cold here.”

“i need a you, kinda,” sana jokes. “but yeah, your hoodie would be great.”

momo smiled as she went outside the bathroom, pulling a fresh hoodie from her closet. “here,” momo giggled, helping sana pull it over on herself. “warm enough?”

“not quite,” sana pulls momo to the bed, hugging her tightly, as she kissed momo's forehead. “you're just too damn cute.”

“no, you're even cuter,” momo chuckles as she looks up at sana. “but you know, we kinda need to brush our teeths first before sleeping…”

“god, you're also toothbrush police,” sana jokingly rolls her eyes as they went to the bathroom once more, and momo reaches out for a spare toothbrush. “i could've just gotten my toothbrush from my r-”

“no,” momo held her hand as she brushed her teeth with the other. “your room's too far.”

“so dramatic too,” sana laughs as she puts some toothpaste on her new toothbrush. “my room is literally twelve steps away from yours.”

momo shrugs it off and says, “still far.”

that's how they end up on momo's bed, curled up into each other, in this little pocket of space and time.

momo looks up at her familiar empty ceiling as sana lays her head on momo's chest.

“you know,” sana looks up at momo. “i really like it when you sleep with me in my bed.”

“i’ll do you one better,” momo shifts, looking deeply into the pool of sana's honey brown eyes in the moonlight seeping through momo's windows. “i like it better when you sleep on my bed.”

“yeah, really?” sana chuckles. “wanna bet on who has the comfier bed?”

“oh, it'll be mine, baby,” momo giggles and pulls sana by the waist as they lay on their sides. “i have way more pillows than you do. plus,” she pulls out a big pompompurin plush toy behind her. “i have a little friend.”

“that’s just cheating,” sana pouts. “okay, you win, you do have the better bed.”

“hm, i’d still beg to argue.” momo says. “if i got you in any bed, i think i’d be able to sleep fine.”

“why?”

“don't you think i can't feel what you do to me in my sleep?”

sana was stunned. “h-how…?”

“i'm never a heavy sleeper, darling,” momo says. “and you've taught me to be so that i could feel how you touch my face when i sleep. and you mumble my name in yours, how cute.”

sana was blushing, unable to speak, now that her biggest guilty pleasure was known.

“you can do that to me now, while i'm still awake,” momo chuckles. “i think i’d like that if you'd do it forever.”

"if you say so," sana pulls momo closer, letting momo now lay on her chest. she puts a hand on her cheek, brushing it on the soft skin, feeling the warmth of momo's face against her cold hands. "god," sana chuckles as she runs her finger across momo's eyebrow, and she sees momo giggle, teeth out, as she looks at her: full of spark, one that can compete with how the sun shines. "you really know how to make me melt, don't you?"

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Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

#dilftaro #jotaro kujo #stone ocean #smut #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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korereapers · 1 year

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22 - Harlivy xx

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

At times, Harley finds it difficult to believe. She grew up thinking she wasn't good enough, not for her parents, her peers, her teachers. Good grades, an impeccable attitude, the nicest appearance. Her passion had often to deal with her self doubt, and that's how she had went downhill.

But she got to meet Ivy thanks to that, right? And that's better than anything Harley could have asked for. Ivy, who looks at her from above, her curly red hair framing her beautiful features. She giggles when Ivy kisses her, and she doesn't really know what's that funny, but she keeps giggling between kisses.

Ivy's lips are made to kill, but they're soft and nice against her own, Harley's fingers tangling themselves in her hair, caressing her cheeks.

And suddenly, Ivy stops.

She wants to protest, and she swears that she does, the sound leaving her mouth before her clever brain processes it, but the sound goes silent the moment Ivy's green eyes are on her like that, a challenge that Harley can feel before Ivy even verbalizes it.

"Pammy, I-"

"Show me how much you need me."

And Harley goes uncharacteristically speechless yet again. Wow. That was fucking hot. Ivy's so fucking hot like that, so demanding so-

Harley lets out a snort, and Ivy, the lovefool she is, smiles at her. There is no pressure, just healthy teasing. Harley can deal with that.

She kisses her again, her lips, her neck. She leaves a trail of black lipstick on her green skin, teasing her breasts with the care someone has with someone they love. She circles a nipple with her tongue, and Ivy bites her lower lip, deep in focus.

Harley feels a dexterous hand on her belly, and her heart rate skyrockets. She stops for a second when the hand goes downwards, exploring her, feeling her dampness with more care than she has ever gotten. Not until they got close.

"Peanut... you really need me."

"'Course I do!" Harley answers, almost pouting, her expression relaxing when Ivy's hand moves, tracing her delicately, circling her clit with her fingertips.

Harley lets out a soft sigh. She knows her makeup is a mess, that she sure might seem weird among soft moans and little giggles. Ivy loves her as she is, though.

With her, Harley feels like the strongest girl in the world.

#harlivy #dc #harley quinn #poison ivy #ask meme #answered #my stuff #for the smut meme

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thomas doherty, cis man, he/him – there goes jackson knoxx clocking into the sunset bar & grille. the 30 year old is a line cook from chicago, illinois. i think they are adventurous but i heard that they can also be reckless. hope they have a good shift!

FULL NAME: Jackson Knoxx

NICKNAMES: Jack, Knoxx, Asshole

SEXUALITY & PRONOUNS: Pansexual (he&them)

ROMANTIC STATUS: Single

BIRTHDAY: April 1st, 1993

ZODIAC: Aries

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin with Hufflepuff tendencies

PETS: Stray black cat he has named "Binx".

HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois

CURRENT LOCATION: New Orleans, Lousiana (Gold Motel)

OCCUPATION: Line cook & Being the local neighborhood asshole

ROOMMATES: No

SIBLING: A younger sibling

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Tattoo of a small moon on his right wrist. no other tattoos or piercings for now.

MUSE INSPO: nick miller + winston + ferguson (new girl), dale denton (pineapple express, seth rogan), wallace + scott (scott pilgrim vs the world, that gossipy bitch),fred wesley (harry potter) , j.d (scrubs), chandler bing (friends), gambit (x-men), a little bit of everyone (the office)

MUSIC INSPO: welcome to the party - pop smoke, dopamine -borns, lost in the citadel - lil nas x, one more night- maroon 5, wicked games - the weekend, cherry -harry styles, lovefool -two colors (cover), myself - bazzi, burn the night away - there for tomorrow, kelsey -metro station, here comes the sun -the beatles

BACKSTORY: (tw: addiction mention, drugs mention)

Jackson was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. He came into the world packing a punch from day one. As a child he cried, and cried, so much that nurses were afraid his lungs would eventually give out; they didn’t, and neither did Jackson.

He grew up in a household where his father made most of the rules, and his mother listened to every bit of it, it eventually got to be a bit much for him. If only because his father is a highly controlling man who always wanted Jackson to be one way, and Jackson wanted to be another, it was a constant battle; though they did have their moments in which they sometimes got along.

When his younger sibling came around there was a shift in his family. His parents began to focus all their attention and aspirations on his newborn siblings, forgetting him in the process, and he became very protective of his younger sibling. He was glad they were kinder to them than they had ever been towards him, especially his father, but he often worried they were going to try to turn them against him.

He moved out when he was twenty, moving in with his best friend at the time, working odd jobs to stay afloat. He came to New Orleans on a trip with some friends when he was 21, and he fell in love with the place. He never thought that he was going to end up living there one day, and he has not regretted the decision to move there.

He's content being a line cook at the motel. He's got a personality that drips sarcasm almost every time he opens his mouth, and a morbid sense of humor to go with it; but overall, he means well. Just don't wake him up early on his off days.

** Jackson loves a good party, but somewhere along the way, he ended up blurring the lines. He's silently struggling with an addiction to cocaine. The problem is he hasn't figured out that he has a problem yet, but he's also good at hiding things.

#goldintro #tw: addiction mention #tw: drugs mention

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ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳 cierra ramierez, cis woman, she/her 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ ‷ heads up ; if you hear FLOWERS by MILEY CYRUS blaring, it’s most likely ELIANA JIMENEZ making their way down the shore ! they’re 29years old and celebrate their birthday on 04/13 - i knew they were a ARIES ! especially since they’re very ADVENTUROUS and TEMPERAMENTAL. they are from CAPE MAY, NJ, staying in SUN RETREAT and are currently working as a WAITRESS AT BEACH GREEK OYSTER BAR AND GRILLE, here at the cape. they always did remind me of rainbow after a thunderstorm, a campfire softly burning in the middle of the woods, and sunshine mixed with a little bit of hurricane.‷

FULL NAME: eliana jimenez

NICKNAMES: eli, e

SEXUALITY & PRONOUNS: pansexual (she&her)

ROMANTIC STATUS: laughable

BIRTHDAY: april 13th, 1994

ZODIAC: aries, virgo moon

HOGWARTS HOUSE: hufflepuff with ravenclaw tendencies

PETS: pomeranian puppy named ‘chewy’

HOMETOWN: cape may, nj

CURRENT LOCATION: cape may, nj (sun retreat)

OCCUPATION: waitress at beach creek oyster bar and grille

ROOMMATES: just chewy.

PARENTS: oscar and brian jimenez

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: tattoo of a small moon and stars on her left wrist

MUSE INSPO: nick miller + winston + ferguson (new girl), dale denton (pineapple express), wallace + ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world),fred wesley (harry potter) , j.d (scrubs), ross (friends), gambit (x-men), a little bit of everyone (the office)

MUSIC INSPO: burn the night away - there for tomorrow cover, kelsey - metro station, satellte- harry styles, in the middle -jimmy eat world, hold on -good charlotte, favorite fix -,artist vs poet, dopamine -borns, lost in the citadel - lil nas x, one more night- maroon 5, wicked games - the weekend, cherry -harry styles, lovefool -two colors (cover), myself - bazzi, here comes the sun -the beatles, blank space - taylor switft, buried myself alive - the used, thank you for the venom (my chemical romance)

tw: bully mention, addiction mention, anxiety mention

eliana was adopted into the jimenez family when she was just a baby. she knows she’s adopted and she’s cool with it. nothing has ever really sparked her interest in wanting to know who her biological parents are, though both of her dads have always been very open to helping her if she ever chose to go down that path.

she is pretty down to earth, a lover of nature, and enjoys traveling. growing up one of eli’s dads worked for american airlines, and so it meant she was able to travel to various parts of the world for free. even if at times she had to spend the night in airports or be there practically all day, eli loved whenever they would visit a new place. she’s visited many places and if you ask she’s happy to tell you about it.

during elementary she got bullied pretty badly by the girls in her grade. for some reason they just didn’t like her, regardless how kind eli always was towards them. but despite this, she did have a small group of friends who stuck by her side and helped her through the tough times she faced in school. and she did fight back when it got to be too much but for the most part, no matter what she did, it really left her anxious about people in general and she silently hated herself over it.

she crossed paths with the person who would grow to become her best friend, better half, and someone very special to her, WC TO BE ADDED. it started with a silly tour around the town which ended with the two of them sharing a pizza on top of the the roof of a random building while talking the night away until the sunrise. suddenly, life seemed like a little more brighter for eliana.

however, somewhere along the lines, eli lost herself. on the outside she makes it look like everything is put together, like she’s okay, but in reality her world is slowly unraveling around her. she began hanging around a rougher crowd who introduced her to various new things in life, and even though it all seemed so incredible at first, that quickly came at a price. before she knew it she was growing dependent on the way the drugs, how they could just numb everything and make it all feel okay for a little bit, and it’s a habit that she has carried secretly to this day. does she know she needs help? yes. will she seek it out? probably not. with everything going on in life these days, she feels she’s but a speck in the whole thing and she shouldn’t bother anyone, especially her closest friends, over something she feels is her own fault.

for the most part, eli can be found sketching away in various parts of the town while on break or at the beach. she loves her job as a waitress and tries to always have a smile on her face when at work.

CONNECTIONS

RUSSIAN BLUE there’s one person whom she enjoys spending time with but… she’s not sure she’s able to take the next step with them. although they are forming a close friendship so far.

SCOTTISH FOLD - a roommate! maybe they only see each other at night or the weekends and they are still a bit awkward around each other or maybe they are super tight and have weekly traditions lol or if you’re feeling zesty… maybe they don’t really get along due to a misunderstanding? for one reason or another these two ended up roomies though.

RAGDOLL - theatre buds! they go to weekly shows together, constantly quote the movies they love, and maybe even go to karaoke to sing their fave songs from their favorite musicals.

LAVENDER - judgemental glances aside, eliana is a ridiculously good listener so i imagine there might be someone in her life who just goes on full rants while they are with her and even though she acts uninterested she is very much invested in this person’s life lol

PEPPERMINT - she’s a coffee lover. maybe it’s cause the coffee is good or the ambiance is to her taste, or she simply thinks the barista is cute, either way, she goes to this particular spot for her coffee at least once a day and has established a fun little banter between herself and said barista.

#cape.intro #tw: addiction mention #tw: anxiety mention #tw: bully mention

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in-that-deep-blue-sea · 2 years

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Just some random thougths about our ships:

-People think Kayne is the silent protector of them both while Layla is the one you have to watch out for. Also Kayne getting hella flustered by her teasing

-Veronica basically training Gregory to show restraint given food and everything and spoils him on rare occasion when he does well (especially given his room is mess he needs to be forced to clean and he is a lovefool for her for sure)

-Flynn actually for a Role adapting a similar style to Akila and she plays his Queen

-Rubina often stopping by with Luxiannas dorm and getting sadly lured by the cakes cause she can't resist sweets

-Emma accidentally punching a stalker of hers and Earwyn gets her out of there (Idol life is though)

These are so cute !!

I can see KayneLayla be like that lmao, given Layla is pretty dangerous. And also She’d really tease the hell out of Kayne XD.

Mommy Veronica agin 😔✨ She’d train Gregory to be more of a gentleman and does things her way too. Not in a bad way tho, but she’d reward him with things when he behaves.

And the rest is just Mwah, 💜✨

Thank you for this !!

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland #ocs #twst

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sadnymi · 3 months

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Mattheo Riddle masterlist :

Fluff ♡ angst ☁︎ smut ✿

my dreams are just dreams series ♡ ☁︎ ✿

↳ Standalone chapter

Silent treatment ✿ ☁︎ ♡

Duel of Desires ✿ ♡

the night of the broken rules ( threesome reader x theodore nott) ✿

Apocalypse ☁︎ ♡

Cloud nine [part2] ♡✿ ☁︎

Slytherin princess ( threesome reader x Theodore nott ) ✿

Euphoria ✿ ♡

Jealousy ☁︎ ✿ ♡

My boy only breaks his favorite toys ☁︎ ♡

Fortnight ☁︎

Fresh Out the slammer ☁︎ ♡ ✿

I can fix him ( No really I can ) ☁︎ ♡

Loml ✿ ☁︎ ♡

Shakespeare ♡

Compass ☁︎ ♡

Lovefool [part2]♡ ✿ ☁︎

#Mattheo riddle masterlist #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader

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onelocket · 1 year

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𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 / bsd smau

Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader

chapter 1, act i. - thankful for familiar faces

SYNOPSIS -- You barely manage to keep hold of your ramblings to spill in Atsushi’s dms once stepping inside Aude University. The entrance alone overwhelmed you along with stares that don’t seem as friendly as you expected. However, you seem to be soon reunited with an old friend. Albeit how short and rather distant it was—it manages to relax your heart as you finally decide that it was now or never in this prestigious building. But as quick as how your friend was able to soothe you, it seems a new appearance will make its way to you soon.

highly suggested to click here for summary of this smau first

readers pov (left to right)

sigma's pov (left to right)

dazai’s pov (left to right)

next - act ii. want to misbehave?

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kreiarchives · 1 year

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Silent Lovefool / introduction of characters 3

Fyodor’s Friends

Depicted as 20 years old. Perhaps the most intimidating student Aude has yet to offer with his smarts and demeanor.

Unlike other popular identities like Dazai and Ranpo—Fyodor is well-known because he is one of the very few who was seen scary and almost dangerous to many students because of how stupidly sharp his mind is. His different approach to life is what also makes others want to avoid him, however despite such negative description—he is still an individual people can go to. So long as they don’t make a fool out of themself, then Fyodor will take his time to interact back.

As such, he also has friends in this university. Memorable names like Nikolai Gogol and Tatsuhiko Shibusawa are two that he seems to be very close with, for he is seen with them both a good amount of times. With how close he is to the two, many mistaken that they are a ‘trio’, however it does not look like it for Fyodor shakes his head to the term. Asides Nikolai and Shibusawa, he seems to also be friends with Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara, closer to Dazai.

Fyodors majors are psychology, computer engineering and also has an eye for philosophy. Carrying of what is seen as extremely difficult majors—Fyodor takes them in like bringing a pet to walk as he is seen doing these majors effortlessly, even bringing his knowledge to it in his academic records that have never been quite beaten yet. Dazai’s academic record was a close opponent, but there was still more to catch up on. At least, that’s what Dazai shows, and that’s what Fyodor’s would reply with.

Depicted as 20 years old. A playful and charming student.

Despite Nikolai not being a student council member, his fame strikes almost bigger than theirs as he is an individual full of enticement, even stating that he is a clown with abilities of a magician. When doubted, he’s quick to prove otherwise—playing up tricks up his sleeves that was able to twist the contradict into an agreement instead. Some may dislike his loud behavior, but Nikolai is one who is able to keep it to a level once a situation will call for it. But for times where it does not—he is pretty much titled as the most loudest student of Aude. And it’s almost surprising how prideful he takes it instead of being ashamed.

As stated, for being so famous—it can’t be surprising that he’ll also be thriving with friends in this prestigious school. There seems to be no dorm of this university that finds no interest in this self-proclaimed clown and magician, for all will either like him or have no center opinion. However, he is always seen with Fyodor Dostoevsky since both are childhood friends. It’s also mentionable that he tends to stick to Sigma too. Yet it’s unsure what Sigma thinks of this.

Nikolai’s major was difficult to be certain of as he surprisingly doesn’t talk much about it, however it was stated that he takes anthropology. For such a character that almost never cares to adapt towards anyone's personalities and expectations of him, it’s either a shock or the most obvious thing that he would take anthropology for his major. It’s never really explained why, though it is rumored that Fyodor only knows.

Depicted as 19 years old. Yet another man of intellect that brings no surprise due to him being Fyodor’s close friend.

He’s not as well-known as Fyodor and Nikolai, however, similar to Sigma’s case—he ends up being a person quite known because of the two other ‘higher’ profile. Shibusawa is a student who actually holds arrogant patterns in his behavior, and he is told to be this way because of how ‘bored’ he seems of in life. When he was once asked why he went to Aude University, his response was easily a “search to cure my boredom”, and so was most of his replies in almost every situation. He was pulled down as a guy who just wanted entertainment to cure a seemingly incurable boredom. And while it was correct, much of his personality was still unseen by the university…

…And it seems only Fyodor is aware of it. In terms of friendships, he isn’t really seen with many people other than the said guy. Sometimes Nikolai, however it only happens when Fyodor brings the situation to that point. He does interact with people from time to time, but the most loyal he has been with is for Fyodor—a person Shibusawa claims that understands him more than anyone else could.

Shibusawa has yet to find his major, for he seems unable to stick to one. He is not content with most majors and he can’t seem to find one that will truly cure what he always likes to say, ‘boredom’. He once tried psychology like Fyodor’s current major, however he was quick to discard it once he realizes how impossible it is to surpass the guy’s knowledge to this field, stating that he needs a major entertaining enough to have others challenge him while also being one of the best.

#silent lovefool

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citrustan · 8 months

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i ran into fwiw when u updated pt 2 and i was shocked to see you apologize for not updating in a year!

firstly, don’t apologize life is life :)

secondly, fwiw is so good and i’m glad it has time to develop and i’m loving it SOOO BAD im anxious reading it !!!

i took it upon myself to read your other works and you are so good at writing emotionally driven scenes! i was so nervous reading lovefool i didn’t move from my spot on the couch for an hour! im more of a silent reader and like to leave kudos and likes but i always share good fics with my close friends and yours are 100% them, keep going you’re doing great !!!

oh no, that definitely deserved an apology lol I tend to vanish quite a lot. but thank you anyway :) i'm glad you found this now and not two years ago hehe, not everyone has the patience.

I was hoping to invoke those types of emotions yes! i don't think i'm there just yet with fwiw. MAYbe the last chapter will be better.

thank you for loving my stories and sending this in, it's always a shocker to know that the people liking your posts are like... really there.

also don't forget to stretch every once in a whiledbndjd

#anon #fic: for what it's worth #fic: lovefool

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Lovefool | Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Scott accepts the fact that his friends were right, he was very officially a werewolf. Now he just had to deal with the consequences, learning how to control his anger if he ever actually wanted to play first line, not getting killed by the girl he liked’s father and the terrifying wrath of Derek Hale.

Word count - 4683

Warnings - language?, mentions of a dead body

Based on: season one, episode two

. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lovefool by The Cardigans ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ .

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Stiles had filled you in on what happened with your friend today while the two of you laid cuddled up on his bed. Telling you all about Scott’s violent interaction with Jackson on the field, and then trying to casually throw in there how he’d almost killed him in the locker room after going full killer werewolf mode. He hoped the casualness of it would leave you to think it wasn’t that big of a deal, but that wasn’t the case at all.

You’d gasped when he told you, going into overprotective girlfriend mode as you tried to check him over for any injuries. He’d simply pulled your hands from his face, placing sweet kisses onto your palms as he told you he was okay, not a single scratch. But you were more worried that in the few days since the bite Scott has tried to hurt the both of you already. Thankfully he hadn’t seriously injured you, presumably only Jackson which wasn’t that big of a deal to you, but it could still happen.

“I promised I’d call him and let him know any updates about Jackson.” He saw the pout on your lips and was quick to kiss it away, nearly getting roped right back into cuddling just as he moved to escape. But he stayed firm, shaking his head, telling you he’d come back when he was done. At least when he took a seat at his desk you still had a pleasant view of him.

Ever the goof your boyfriend opened the call with a toy gun aimed right at Scott, mimicking firing noises that earned him a giggle from your position on his bed that was heard through the screen.

“Is someone with you?” the confused boy asked.

“Hi Scott,” you greeted, raising your hand so it was in the frame of Stiles’ laptop webcam. Now Scott wasn’t entirely dumb, you and Stiles spent a lot of time together usually, but he’d noticed just how much more time you’d been spending with each other since the beginning of summer and he was definitely getting suspicious. “Hey Y/N.”

He had to remember to ask Stiles what was going on between you two, especially considering he thought he liked Lydia. But he had more important things to worry about right now, so your relationship status would be quite far down on his list.

“So, what did you find out?” he asked. He was hoping it wasn’t too bad, he didn’t want to like, get himself sued by Jackson’s dad or anything for injuring him too badly. Although he probably deserved it, you all agreed on that part.

“Well, it’s bad. Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.” You winced at the thought of such.

“Because of me?” “Because he’s a tool.”

They let that sink in for a second, the three of you all silently agreeing with Stiles’ words even if you didn’t say it out loud. At the end of the day the kid was still injured, so as long as you only thought bad things about him until he was healed then it was fine.

“Is he gonna play?”

“They don’t know yet,” he said. “They’re counting on you for Saturday.”

After the events of that morning, the two decided it’d be best if Scott skipped out on playing this weekend so he didn’t get anyone hurt. It was the smart thing to do considering he didn’t have his abilities under control yet, if someone got seriously injured because he got too aggressive then he wouldn’t know what to do. It could turn into a real nightmare.

You heard the two boys go quiet, your head turning in that direction to watch as Stiles leaned closer to the screen, like he was trying to see something better. “Y/N, c’mere.” You did as he said, getting up from his bed and bending down beside him to see your friend on the screen, flashing Scott a small smile as the brunette beside you pointed to what he’d been looking at.

You almost verbally gasped, eyes widening as Scott muttered a small ‘what?’ growing increasingly worried at the reactions of the two of you.

The boy started typing, not wanting to alert the other person now in Scott’s room that you knew he was there. But of course the shitty internet connection had to get in the way, delaying the messages trying to be sent. Your heart was beating fast, your nerves taking over that something really bad was about to happen, especially since you couldn’t make out who the figure was.

It looks like-

Someone’s behind you.

You saw the way Scott was pulled from his chair by said someone before the screen went black. “What do we do?” The boy stuttered, shrugging his shoulders before closing his laptop, looking up at you with distress written on his features. “I don’t know.”

You received a message from your friend later that night that settled your worries. He told you Derek had been the one in his room and that he was fine now, though he didn’t tell you what the older man had wanted with him. But he was okay and that was all that mattered.

»»——⍟——««

School probably wasn’t the best place to be making out with Stiles, given the amount of people and the fact you could get in trouble if you were caught, and that no one really knew the two of you were together. But after everything you’d been dealing with with Scott this last week the two of you just wanted a moment alone to be lovesick teenagers.

And it was going great while it lasted, even if it didn’t last long. It was when his soft lips shifted from yours to the skin of your neck instead, teasingly sucking the sensitive area to hear you laugh right in his ear that your attention was drawn away from him when you noticed what looked like the uniform of the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s department in the middle of the hallway. You gently pushed on his shoulders to try and get him to pull away from you, pointing behind him when he did.

“Sti, why is your dad here?” you asked, eyes fixed on the familiar Sheriff and the deputy standing by his side, talking to your principal about something. The boy’s eyes widened, his shoulders shrugging. “We need to find Scott.”

Thankfully he wasn’t too far away, just putting the lock back onto his locker when you found him. Stiles grabbed his bag, tugging him over to the wall so they could both be a reasonable distance away from his father without being seen, he hadn’t given an explanation to the teen yet, so the older of the two was left in the dark about why his best friend was manhandling him, just sort of accepting it until they came to a stop.

“Tell me what they're saying,” Stiles demanded, pointing in his dad’s direction.

The other tried to focus, staring intently at the group of three as he tuned out all other sounds around him, especially Stiles voice when he got a little impatient, needing to be shushed by you so the boy could hear.

With a sigh he turned back to you. “Curfew, because of the body.”

Your boyfriend hated that idea apparently, going off on some angry tangent about Derek and how he was still running around free while his dad was searching for some non-existent animal that had killed the girl. “Well you can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek,” Scott pointed out.

“I can do something,” he insisted. You both looked at him like he was crazy. Really without telling his dad everything, there was nothing that could be done by a couple of teenagers. “Like what?”

“Find the other half of the body,” he said. Your eyes widened, shaking your head no. “Do you not remember what happened last time we tried to do that?”

He’d walked away before you could say anything else, leaving you both in a state of confusion at what he thought he was going to go out and do. You followed after him with a call of his name, speeding up your steps to try and catch him while Scott’s attention was brought elsewhere to Allison. “This boy will be the death of me.”

»»——⍟——««

Originally you’d told the two boys that you weren’t going to go with them to find this body, you weren’t getting dragged into their trouble once again after you’d only been caught when doing so last time. But now here you were, standing in Derek Hale’s yard over a fresh pile of dirt after Scott had told Stiles he’d smelt blood outside the house. You were slightly annoyed that you’d given in so easily again, but there was nothing you could do now.

You really didn’t want to be there, it was dark and cold, even after Stiles had given you a hoodie that he found in the backseat of his car. Plus there was no way you were going to get your hands dirty by digging what could be a potential grave, you’d leave that job to the ‘men.’ Instead you just stood over them making sure Derek wasn’t coming back to find you all, and most importantly you held the flashlight for them too.

It felt like they were digging forever, and the later the night grew the more tired you became, finding yourself sitting on the ground at one point after your legs grew sore from standing in the same position for so long. You could tell Stiles was losing his motivation that they were going to find anything.

You waited a little longer before the complaints started rolling out, your own impatience getting the best of you. “This is taking too long,” you whined, letting your head loll back to look at the sky as you let your boredom overcome you. “I know, but we have to keep digging.”

Scott paused for a second. “Well what if Derek comes back?” “Then we get out of here.”

The elder rolled his eyes, “What if he catches us?”

Stiles shrugged his shoulders, continuing to dig. “I have a plan for that.”

Those words managed to catch your interest, sitting forward so you could hear whatever this mysterious plan of his was, you were sure it’d be great. “Which is?” you questioned.

“We all run in different directions, whoever he catches first, too bad.”

You both shot the boy a confused look at how awful his plan was, but he missed it as he stayed focused on his task at hand.

“What if he catches Y/N?” he asked, curious to what his answer would be. You looked at him with eyebrows raised. “Then she better fight for her life.” He threw a teasing wink your way with his answer, earning an offended call of his name from you. Thankfully Stiles’ shovel finally hit something that wasn’t just dirt, holding his hand out to stop his friends digging. You pushed yourself to your feet, stepping closer to the hole in the ground so you could shine the light. You watched them drop down to their knees, pushing the dirt away with their hands. They found some kind of old, leather-like bag with string tied around it, sharing an equally confused look with one another before they started on undoing the pesky knots.

When they finally got it undone you saw them both take a deep breath, making you laugh breathlessly at how in sync they both were, before they pulled back the front flap of the bag. They both gasped and then jumped back with loud yells, successfully scaring you out of your skin so much you dropped the flashlight somewhere on the ground, eyes widening at what they were seeing. It looked like a wolf’s head, but in the dark you couldn’t really be sure.

The two discussed for a little while what they were seeing, but your attention was stolen by the purple flower the flashlight had fallen upon sitting next to the grave, it was now illuminated by the light. It looked incredibly familiar, like one you’d seen during your werewolf research session with Stiles a few days ago.

“Hey Stiles.” He hummed in response, raising his head from the wolf to look at you. “Isn’t that wolfsbane,” you pointed out. His eyes widened, the boy shifting closer to get a better look before he semi-confirmed your thoughts. “I think so.”

You missed the way Scott was looking at you both, his eyes flickering between you as he waited for someone to let him in on what that meant. With a name like that said in a worried tone like yours, it didn’t sound too good for the new werewolf. “What’s that?”

Stiles stuttered for a second from shock, his head whipping in his friend’s direction. He truly was amazed that he could be so clueless yet hadn’t already gotten himself killed. “Haven’t you ever seen the wolfman?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. “Stiles, now is not the time.”

“The original classic werewolf movie.” He was getting more and more frustrated. He really didn’t know how he loved movies so much yet his best friend had barely seen any of them. Scott tried to get him back on topic of the flower, motioning to the thing again. “You are so unprepared for this.”

He shifted from his spot to go and pick up the flower, carefully removing it from the soil with the intention of examining it for the reason it was there. However when he did you noticed the similar rope to the one that had been tied around the wolf head, tied to the stem of the flower. You brought it to your boyfriend's attention, gingerly lifting your hand to tug on the string. It clearly was much longer than you originally thought, pulling it to see where it led too, the two males you were with, watching with curiosity.

“Guys?” You raised your head, seeing Scott was looking back down into the freshly dug pit. You abandoned the mysterious rope upon the sight of the distress in your friend’s eyes, stepping around the grave to stand by his side to see what he was seeing.

A loud gasp tore through your throat at the sight of the dead girl’s eyes looking back at you blankly, the wolf head that’d previously been there now nowhere to be seen as she took its place. With the disgust and fear you were feeling you didn’t even care that Scott was beside you, leaning into Stiles so you could hide your face in his chest, all to block out the horrendous sight. If this whole seeing dead bodies thing was going to become a common occurrence now, you weren’t sure you could handle it. Much like the goofy brunette these things tended to make you queasy. You felt his hand land on the back of your head, thumb rubbing over it gently as he too turned his head away from the sight too.

The next morning three of you headed back to the Hale household after Stiles overhead about the arrest in progress. You stood against the jeep with Scott, feeling slightly guilty when Derek was dragged from his home by one of the deputies, this wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for you. Even though there was evidence you still weren’t sure that meant he was entirely guilty, you hadn’t looked for any kind of motive or reasoning, or considered the whole supernatural thing that might have something to do with it.

“Y/N.” Scott’s voice sounded worried as he furiously tapped your arm, pointing in the direction of the Sheriff’s car where you could very clearly see Stiles trying to act inconspicuous in order to sneak into the car to talk to Derek. “Go and stop him.” You whipped your head around to look at your friend. “Why me?”

By the time the two of you had stopped bickering about it and decided it would in fact be you to go and convince him not to do it, shocker, Noah was already dragging his son out of the front seat, a scowl on his face at his behaviour. You cursed quietly as you watched the dad interrogate his child, a clear look of discomfort on Stiles’ face as he tried not to mess up the tangled web of lies he’d got himself into. You thought maybe it’d help if you intervened, but if you looked back at said moment then it probably would’ve gone a lot smoother if you didn’t.

“H-Hey guys,” you greeted, trying to ease the tension between the father-son duo rather awkwardly. You flashed Noah a smile, seeing the way he narrowed his eyes at you in that way that always made you feel in trouble to try and get something out of you about what you were doing here. “I tried to tell him it was a bad idea!” you blurted.

You ignored the feeling of his eyes glaring into the side of your head, gulping nervously as you stood between the two Stilinski men. One much more intimidating than the other. No matter how long you’d know Noah and witness the moments between him and Stiles when he was such a soft dad, sometimes even experiencing them yourself, he never failed to make you nervous when he put on that Sheriff’s uniform and looked at you with a stern expression. It was like he was hitting you with a truth serum.

“I thought so.” He shook his head exasperatedly. “Just head home okay. And please don’t cause anymore trouble today, I have enough on my hands already.”

“Yes sir,” you both muttered, trudging your way back to the jeep like two scolded toddlers.

Of course Stiles had to bring up your earlier statement. “I can’t believe you ratted me out so fast.” It sounded like a little bit of genuine offense in his tone, and it only served to make you more defensive of your actions. “That look scares me okay? I did what I had to.”

»»——⍟——««

You hadn’t seen Scott since the incident in the car on your way home from Derek’s arrest that day. You still didn’t have a real idea of why he’d exploded like that, or where he went after ditching you and Stiles in the woods, but you hadn’t had any real form of conversation with him since that moment. His sudden lashing out had only reminded you of that moment in Stiles’ room the night of Lydia’s party and you didn’t really want a repeat.

But today you wouldn’t have a choice. You’d already promised that you’d go to the boy’s first lacrosse match right back when he had the first practice, plus all your friends would be there so you wouldn’t have anything else to do while it was happening.

So, you bundled yourself up in warm clothes, hat, scarf, your boyfriend’s jacket, all to battle the cold so you didn’t freeze to death on the bleachers. And you would’ve gone to find a seat straight away but you first had to pay a quick visit to your favourite player.

“Hey, number twenty-four.” Thankfully he was the last one out of the locker room. Considering he was only sitting on the bench for the whole game he didn’t need to be urgent in his journey to the field, and that left the two of you with the perfect moment of alone time. A grin grew on his face at the sight of you wrapped up in one of his jackets, positive his heart was bursting at the pure sight of you. Fuck, he was so in love. “Need a partner on the bench?” you asked, flashing him a cheeky grin.

He looked up and down the hallway, making sure no one was there before he stepped forward to kiss you. “C’mere.” Within the next second your lips were once again being greeted by that familiar soft pair you’d really grown attached to over the last few months. Your hands trailed up to run over his hair-- or lack of should you say, giggling into his mouth at the ticklish sensation on your palms that you would never get used to. You could hear Coach’s whistle from inside the school building, the two of you pulling back as you realised Stiles had to leave.

“I should go,” he whispered. There was no need for the two of you to be so quiet, everyone was outside already waiting to watch the game, but it just felt right. You’d found yourself in your own little Stiles and Y/N bubble and it felt like talking any louder would completely break that, and you weren’t quite ready to. You tried to flutter your lashes and pout your lips, but you knew the outcome would be the same, he’d still have to leave you. “Do you have to?”

“If it’s any consolation, I’d much rather stay here with you.”

You smiled gratefully, pecking his lips for one last time before you waited with him so he could grab his stuff, the two of you heading out to the field together. You ran into Scott before you managed to find a seat, taking the time to wish him luck considering it was his first actual game and all, and more so on the werewolf front. You were really praying he wouldn’t shift in the middle of the game, or you know, kill someone on the field. That would be bad, very bad.

“‘M gonna go sit with Melissa, but good luck guys.” You waved as you wandered off to the bleachers, shuffling past those who’d already found their seats so you could sit beside your friend’s mom for the duration of the game. You made small talk for the little while until the game actually started, taking the time to catch up on everything you’d missed with her. You really loved that woman.

“So,” she started, looking at you expectantly. You cocked your head, completely lost as to what she meant. “You and Stiles.”

Your heart sank at her words, trying to act cool on the outside so she wouldn’t be able to tell how much you were freaking out on the inside. “W-What do you mean?”

“Oh please, I can see the way the two of you look at each other from here. That boy is head over heels.” Your eyes drifted from her to said boy sitting alone on the bench, gazing at his side profile for a moment as you just admired how pretty he was. The woman’s chuckling beside you snapped you out of your loving daze, your head turning to look at her with a look laced with confusion. “I’m glad you’re happy, Y/N. You two really deserve each other.”

You offered her a shy smile, sinking down in your seat to try and avoid anything else she might try to say about the subject. You were just hoping she wouldn’t tell Scott.

Over time your eyes drifted back over to your boy again, actually having zero interest in the game when you could just sit and admire his pretty face without him interrupting. You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the first goal being made by Jackson, not until you saw Stiles’ head whipping round to look at something.

You followed his eyeline, seeing the poster held up by Lydia and… Allison, supporting Jackson. So much for keeping Scott’s anger at bay.

You watched the rest of the game in complete awe of your friend. Obviously only you and Stiles were aware of how these sudden skills came to be, so you were the only two that knew how he was even doing the stuff he was doing, but it was still pretty amazing to watch.

As predicted after Scott’s sudden turn around, Beacon Hills won the game, your side of the crowd going wild with applause for the players. Your boyfriend searched for you in the crowd, suffocating you in an air tight hug when he found you, singing praise about his best friend and how impressive that whole thing just was.

“God, Stiles, you're freezing,” you commented, bringing your hands up to rub at his bare arms. Next on your ‘prevent your boyfriend from developing hypothermia checklist’, was to take his icy hands in your much warmer ones while he continued to ramble.

“Where’d he run off to anyway?” you asked, keeping Stiles’s hands bundled up in his your jacket to try and heat up his freezing body a little bit. He appreciated the gesture, although he wasn’t focused on you. His focus was on his dad who looked very interested in the phone call he was on. Noah wasn’t too far away from where you were stood, so it was easy for him to hear his son when he called for him after he saw him hanging up the phone.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

»»——⍟——««

The two of you entered the locker room in your haste at possibly the worst time. You were caught off guard seeing the two teens kissing in the shower space, taking a step back behind some lockers so you didn’t feel like a creep just staring at them while they had their moment. Of course your boyfriend on the other hand didn’t seem to care about that, raising his eyebrows in surprise but then smirking as he refrained from congratulating Scott on finally having his first kiss. You scolded him with a swat to his arm, mouthing something about him being a weirdo.

You weren’t exactly stealthy with your presence though, being caught and greeted by Allison almost as soon as she pulled away from the brunette boy. You waved back nervously, flashing her an awkward smile and hoping she didn’t now think you were a complete freak who watched her friends makeout for fun.

After she left, Scott approached you both with a goofy smile on his face, causing you to roll your eyes. It was like the exact look Stiles had had when you kissed him for the first time too.

“I kissed her,” he muttered, almost like he was still in a daze. “We saw.”

“She kissed me.” “We saw that too.”

You couldn’t help giggling at him as the two started talking about it. Stiles nearly slipping up on his words when talking about how good kissing was. But with a quick nudge to his side he was pretending it never happened. If he let it known that he’d already had his first kiss then surely there’d be a flurry of questions that led back to you.

Considering how over the moon your friend was, you both quietly decided maybe now wasn’t the best time to tell him about Derek, and Stiles prepared to usher you out and take you home right now. “We’ll talk later then.” But the elder wasn’t having any of it, grabbing a portion of the boy’s jersey and tugging him back into place. “What?” His eyes had turned serious, wanting to know why you’d made your way in here if it was something that could’ve waited.

You sighed, kicking things off for him seeing as he looked like he wasn’t planning on opening his mouth. “The medical examiner determined the thing that killed the girl was an animal, not human.”

Stiles continued for you. “Derek’s human, not animal— At least as far as they know. So, Derek’s not the killer, and Derek’s let out of jail.”

The disbelief on Scott’s face was clear. “Are you kidding?”

Both of you shook your heads. And when Scott thought it couldn’t get any worse, he was watching you urge his friend to continue, realising there was more. He sighed, pursing his lips tightly before telling him the rest of what he knew. “My dad ID’d the body. Her name was Laura Hale.”

The other brunette’s voice raised slightly. “Hale?” “Derek’s sister,” you confirmed.

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I JUST READ KITCHEN CATASTROPHES OMG ITS SOOO CUTE UGH MY HEART SO SOFT CAN YOU PLSSS DO A PART 2? THANK YOU KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO

AN: thank you, anon! i dont plan to make a sequel to KC. But if i did:

For Valentine’s Day

Summary: In which you throw a wrench in Spencer’s plans: you don’t like Valentine’s Day. “If it’s with you, I guess it’s not so bad.”

WC: 2.9k (whoops)

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, semi anti-valentines day, Spencer tears up but dont worry were there to fix that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, post-For the Holidays

Fuck cooking, Spencer thinks one day.

It's an irrational thought. The kind that strikes through his mind in a flash of irritation like a scrape of the knee as he is perusing the internet. Yes, he is using a computer willingly. He has to because he's desperate.

Cooking is stupid. Who really needs it, right?

…

He needs it. God, he needs it so bad.

His need to learn cooking wasn't as incessant until recently. Until you came along.

Spencer is a meticulous person and a romantic if you'd ever met one. Makes sense considering how he grew up, reading the classics and all that. He's read all the gooey literary shit old people write and while he never understood those meanings it all dawned on him one day. Quotes written like 'the stars in their eyes' and 'sunshine glowing off them like a halo', suddenly makes sense once he meets you. Or at least, after coming to know you, months into your newfound friendship.

It's because of this he plans accordingly the weeks leading up to Valentine's day! Because again he's meticulous and a romantic and a genius so he plans every step and makes a back up plan in case A, B, and C fall through.

Is he going overboard?

… Nah. No way. Not when it comes to you.

But fuck with a capital F, man.

It's your third date. Or what is supposed to be your third date if you would just stop being you for a second.

Then again, he loves you a lot and he wouldn't love you if you weren't, well, you.

Although—pardon his french—what the fuck.

Spencer knows he needs to learn to cook. You've tried plenty of times to teach him and he loves learning and he especially loves it when you are the teacher (wait, does he have a teacher/student fantasy? Maybe. That’s something he'll look into later. Preferably with you).

Unfortunately, he's terrible at it.

He's made progress and he knows it's true because you said so but the miniscule progress he's made is. Not. Enough. And it's all your fault! Because he gets so distracted by you during your lessons, like when you put your hands over his to show him proper slicing techniques—holy fuck, he wanted to combust right there—or just watching your deft hands at work, lips and brow scrunched in concentration in that adorable way. And you smell like cooking oil or whatever you're making and you're hot.

He's so into you it physically hurts. Ugh. How is he so lucky?

You're also the first person he's been this into since Maeve. And everyone knows how well that turned out.

So he tries to dial it down for Valentine’s Day. Morgan told him once he tends to throw himself into everything he does, including love. And when you two got together, he promised the universe he will not fuck this up. He ends up combining Morgan’s advice with Luke’s, trying to be casual like Luke says because apparently you're just as into him as he is of you.

The thought makes him grin uncontrollably. Luke says it makes him look like a clown but a lovesick clown. A lovefool, Luke hehs.

Spencer doesn’t get the joke, but it does nothing to deter him.

As Luke advised, Spencer does “not” make a dozen back up plans and does “not" plan weeks in advance. Because that wouldn't be casual, would it?

But now the day’s come and as Valentine’s Day turns to Valentine’s Night, Spencer wants to pull his hair, rub his frustratedly stinging eyes but he can't because he's in the middle of work, in the middle of the bullpen, in the middle of his desk and he refuses to be that guy. Not again.

Why does he feel like sobbing? Like a loser?

Because you don't like Valentine’s Day. No, you abhor it.

It happens in the middle of the work day. It's like he tried to open a door only for a bucket of ice water to be dumped on him and now he looks like a drowned rat. He definitely feels like one.

You're talking with Garcia about her Valentine’s Day plans as you multitask, switching between putting together packets and stacking them aside. Then taking them under the hole-puncher and stapling them together because the BAU isn't all kicking down doors and catching freaks.

It makes sense that you’re chatting with Garcia during your break. The two of you have become two peas in a pod after you came out of your shell. Now you're inseparable. Only you make Garcia leave her batcave as much as she does now.

Out of sight, he catches tidbits of your conversation when he hears distinctively: Fuck Valentine’s Day.

Okay, you didn't say that verbatim but you might as well have, grimacing as you three hole-punch a packet and his heart. Then a nail on his coffin only it’s with a stapler.

Thump. Chick.

Spencer winces; there goes your his Valentine’s Day plans.

It shouldn't sting as much as it does. You've been dating for over a month and Valentine’s Day is definitely not his favorite holiday either. It's not even top 3. And as you rant he can’t help but silently nod in agreement, all the facts straight: yes, it's an eyesore. Yes, it's a capitalistic holiday. Yes, people should do nice things for their significant others no matter the time and not because it's expected on a specific day. Yes, it doesn't compare to Halloween—

The thing is, you two aren't that “couple-y”, at least in a traditional sense. Not like Will and JJ who got a babysitter so they could go out or like Luke and Garcia as they plan to go to a special Valentine’s Day event she wants to check out (she vehemently denies anything going on between them but he doesn't need to be a genius to see the affection they have for one another. Just kiss already, damn).

So yeah, Spencer hoped to spend the romantic holiday with you. For once, he'd have Valentine’s Day plans, aside from exchanging cards with the team and his mother.

But apparently you hate Valentine’s Day! So there goes plan A, B, C, and D!

Spencer feels the tears spring at the corner of his eyes. He sniffs as subtly as he can, raising an open case file to his face. Of all the plans he hadn't thought through this was not one of them. IQ 187, his ass.

He should've known. Or at least ask your thoughts on Valentine’s Day. That was inconsiderate on his part. He blinks back tears, withdrawing into himself despite his hurt because he is a lovefool and only for you. He just wants to impress you, make you happy even if that means canceling your first Valentine’s Day together.

Now if you'll excuse him, he has to call off a few reservations and make some returns. Several actually.

Can you return a dozen donuts in the shape of hearts?

… Yeah, he better ask Emily for the rest of the day off.

—

"Hey Newb, have you seen Spencer? I haven't seen him since his break," You ask, resting your chin in your hand as you squint at another form. Your eyes are beginning to tire.

Spencer asked you several times over the course of the last week, checking to see if you were free today. You are, so you planned to hang with him after work, but he hasn't returned from his break and he wasn't answering your calls or texts. Not unusual but still odd for your boyfriend (you still can’t believe you get to say that).

Luke sighs, his smooth voice reaching over your shared divider, "You know at some point I'm just not going to respond. You guys can’t call me Newbie forever."

"Keep telling yourself that," You snort without looking up.

Another sigh and you smirk: you win.

"For your information," Luke grumbles, words punctuated with sass, "Doc went home."

You pause. "Home?" He didn't tell you.

"Yeah, probably to get ready for your date."

"Our date?" You frown and stand up, leaning over the divider to see if Luke’s fucking with you.

He isn't. Luke shrugs, humming wistfully as he rests his cheek in his hand, "You should've seen how excited he was, being it your first Valentine's Day and all. I told him to chill out because you'll love whatever it is no matter what but I'm sure he ignored that and planned something spectacular for you guys." Sitting back, he twirls around in his chair.

You grimace, recalling your earlier conversation with Garcia.

Shit.

"Meanwhile, I have to spend Galentine's Day with Garcia because all the ladies of the BAU are taken and I have nothing better to do—" Luke comes to a full 720, catching the tail end of your coat as you whip it on and make for the door. "—um, excuse you?"

"If Emily asks, I had an emergency!" You manage to call back, throwing open the glass door.

"Okay?"

"Thanks, Newb!"

As the elevator door dings shut with you inside, leg jumping because you have a sneaking suspicion you fucked up, Luke slouches in his chair and grumbles.

He's not a newb. Or a newbie.

—

You rush over to Spencer's, catching your breath as you stumble to his front door. There's shuffling from inside, the faint sound of clanking and crashing and your heart swells because this is the man you’ve fallen for, the first one you've ever felt this way for. Here he is, being all considerate and romantic. And here you are, fucking it up when your relationship’s barely even started.

God, you're an asshole, you berate yourself as you turn the doorknob and push open the door. You're an asshole you're an asshole you’re an asshole—

Then your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack.

Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth and nose as your favorite scented candles hit you like someone shoved a bouquet in your face. The description isn't too far off considering there's a lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers still in its wrapping, haphazardly set next to a dozen donuts on the coffee table like no one's business. Its petals are strewn across the floor, a few in tiny piles like they were hastily swept to the side. Red and pink and dark green fill your vision.

Who gutted Cupid and tossed his organs around, holy fu-

"(Your name)?"

Startled, you crane your head to find Spencer, beautiful hair askew and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows as he clutches flowers to his chest. In his other hand, he grips the colored strings of several shiny red and pink balloons in the shape of hearts and—fuck—your heart might actually float up from your chest and into your eyes.

This is your man. Your partner. Your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend panics, fumbling for a second before stuffing the balloons and trimmed flowers back into the room behind him and slamming the door shut. He turns back to you, eyes wide.

"What-what are you doing here?" Spencer stammers, wringing his hands together.

You blink at him, dumbly holding up your phone. "You-uh-you left early and didn't return my calls."

"I'm sorry. I think I left my phone at work," Probably because he left in such a rush, Spencer groans, looking anywhere but you. The petals scattered over his floor are quite pretty in this light. "And I was a bit busy."

"I'm sure you were," You gawk openly at the strings of fairy lights hung around his living room. It's a clash of aesthetics. Spencer always rocked dark academia, but despite how ugly the combination of red and pink decorations with his nature green walls and dark wood is, it leaves his apartment a little brighter, a little cozier, and you love it.

You love everything about this.

But as you take in the ugly beauty of it all, Spencer fidgets at the doorway, mistaking your awe as shock and disgust. Wiping sweaty palms on his trousers, his eyes dart around, trying to focus on something, but every place he lays his eyes on makes him cringe. He catches all the things he couldn't clean up or put away in time. No doubt you do too. All the leftover flower petals, the donuts he can’t return, candles that haven’t blown out because he has the lungs of an 8-year old asthmatic.

Spencer can't imagine how appalled you are.

And the longer your silence stretches on, the more nervous he gets so he blurts out, "I'm so sorry, (Your Name)!"

Your brow shoots up as he begins to ramble.

"You must hate this. I'll put everything away."

"You really don't have to—" You stop him, and your heart nearly crumbles as Spencer's does when he finally meets your worried gaze.

His eyes gleam with unshed tears. He swallows, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"Doc—"

"At least not without asking you—"

"Doctor—"

"I understand if you want to break up—" His voice cracks, as if the idea itself will destroy him (it definitely will).

"Spencer—" His voice, wobbly and dripping with unnecessary guilt, draws you to him.

"But I want you to know that I—"

With an exasperated sigh, you grab his hand as yours finds the nape of his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss.

For a second, Spencer doesn't respond because who kisses the person they're about to break up with? Strange, really. But then he kisses you back. His hands remain frozen, unsure of where he stands, but he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He figures this is a new social cue he has yet to learn. And if this is the last time you kiss him, he'll treasure every second of it, take whatever you'll give him because again he's a lovefool for you.

And when you pull back, he's too dazed he nearly misses the look you give him. Suddenly, he can’t breathe.

You look at him like he hung the stars instead of cheap fairy lights around his apartment.

Spencer’s confused. "I-I... Wha—"

"I'm not breaking up with you," You chuckle, and you nearly burst out laughing as genuine puzzlement takes over his face. You tug him behind you, plopping yourselves on his couch. You smile, appreciating the way he organized the cushions and throw-pillows; there's now space for two people to lay down.

You take a breath. "You wanna know why I don't like Valentine’s Day?"

Spencer slouches, though his body is angled towards you so you suppose that's good. He sighs, "Because it's a capitalistic holiday that reinforces the idea of doing the bare minimum…"

He begins listing your reasons, and your eyes soften. Of course he listened and remembered even if you mentioned it offhandedly.

You nod once he finishes. "Yes but before that—and I can't believe I'm telling you this—back when I was a little kid, I didn’t get any Valentines."

Spencer's brow furrows at the newfound information. You continue, "I'd get some from my friends and stuff but that's not what Valentine's Day is about. At least not when you're a kid. When you’re a dumb kid, it’s about couples and romantic shit, and I didn't really have any of that growing up." You purse your lips and glance away, face flushed with embarrassment. It's really not that big a deal, but putting it into words makes the idea seem more intimate and personal.

It takes a moment for your words to sink in as Spencer can't believe his ears. How could you not have been showered with love and affection and presents on Valentines Day? It's like water doesn't make things wet or fire doesn't produce heat; it just doesn't make sense. Because you deserve that much and more.

"So every Valentine's Day, I lowered my expectations and eventually I stopped caring. I'd tell myself those things and I started to believe them," You bite your lip, eyes crinkling as you give Spencer a sheepish smile. "But now I have you."

At that, Spencer returns your smile, letting you take his hand. Any tears he had seem to evaporate instantly.

“So, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I stand by what I said before, Valentine’s Day sucks. But if it’s with you,” Blushing deeply, you play with Spencer's hand, large and veins defined compared to yours, shrugging, “I guess it’s not so bad.”

Spencer’s smile broadens, and he intertwines your fingers together. "So what you’re saying is, you don’t hate this?” He looks around his living room.

You shake your head, unable to stop the grin crossing your lips. “No. In fact, very much the opposite. Honestly, thank you for this, it’s beautiful. I have no words.” You breathe it all in; the candles, the flowers, the— Your nose wrinkles and you snort, “Did you burn something?”

Bashfully looking down, he scratches his chin. “I-uh-tried to make your favorite dishes. Though, I was hoping the candles and flowers would mask it.”

You giggle and pull him into you, snuggling into his side. “That’s okay. I’d much rather have you anyway.”

With Spencer a blushing, stuttering mess in your arms, head resting on your chest, you press a kiss to his hair and conclude; yeah, you don’t like Valentine’s Day.

But you sure as hell love Spencer more.

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AN: FtH status: finished - 7/5. yes 7.

I realize this was not what anon requested but oh well i wrote this at 2 am

I’m not that anti v day but i stand by the capitalistic aspect.

yes this takes place after For the Holidays.

also included luke bc hes my bro and i honestly think he deserves so much more than what the show gave also garvez ftw

happy post valentine’s day!!

Song: Lovefool by The Cardigans

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➳ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x gn!reader ➳ genre: angst ➳ warnings: mentions of injury, broken hearts, tears are shed, dabi is a soft broken boi ➳ word count: 1185 ➳ rating: pg-15 ➳ summary: in which you were both fools to believe it could last ➳ a/n: i was thinking about dabi and what it would be like if he got a redemption arc but went for angst. let me know if you would like a part 2 ^-^

You were a hero. A hero who recklessly had many late-night rendezvous with a villain.

You don't really know when it began, neither did he. After some time, the fighting and the threats of death simply began to fade, turning into something else entirely.

It was obviously preposterous, you were an idiot at best for letting a villain charm you. Still, you couldn't help how you felt about him.

You supposed it all began when he was the only thing standing between you and a Nomu. Even he didn't know what came over him that day, why he stepped in to save you.

It just felt like instinct to protect you, to keep you safe. You, a hero he barely knew.

Maybe it was a linger of whatever morals he had left. Or, perhaps, it was something akin to fate.

That was the day you first saw the good in him and, as foolish as it was, something in you still believed that he could be saved.

"Dabi?" You mumbled, encased in his tired arms.

He hummed, fingers gently stroking through your soft hair.

"Why do we keep doing this?"

His fingers stopped moving for a moment, returning their affectionate touches when he leaned his head closer to yours.

His lips parted, releasing a sigh as he admitted, "I don't know."

You continued to lie in silence, holding each other as the night grew long.

Why were you still here? Why did you keep coming back to this place, back to him?

The answer was simple, really, because, despite everything, you loved him.

Dabi or rather, Touya. You had fallen in love with them both, who he was on the surface and who still remained trapped inside.

Finding out that he was the eldest son of none other than the number one hero, Endeavor, was the faintest glimmer of hope to you. It meant he was not evil by nature, he had become a villain after the horrors of his past.

His father had done this to him. His father had ruined him, pushing him so far past his breaking point that he had lost the person he once was and became something else altogether. Although, there was something about Dabi, something within him, that had you convinced Touya wasn't entirely gone.

He was still with you, for a start. Still secretly meeting with a hero night after night. Then there was the glimmer of hatred in his eyes when he hurt people, not hatred for them, but hatred of himself. He hated who he had become and, as much as he managed to hide that fact in front of everyone else, he couldn't hide it from you.

There had been this one time when whatever this relationship between you first started to emerge. He had gotten so angry, so confused, that he had hurt you, burnt you. The way he looked at you, eyes wide open as he took a shaky step back. He never meant to hurt you, he never wanted to hurt you. Still, it didn't change anything.

You were still by his side, you didn't leave him like everyone else. You believed in him, you cared about him. As crazy as that seemed.

Maybe you were crazy. Crazy for allowing yourself to get close to him, crazy for staying after he hurt you, crazy for loving him even after everything he had done.

Regardless, it wouldn't change how you felt.

He didn't know what to do. He was a villain, you were on different sides. Your relationship was doomed to fail from the start, yet neither of you could let the other go.

"Touya-"

His eyes bored into your own, a flash of lightning shooting through them as he clutched at his hair. "That's not my name!"

You reached up, running a thumb softly against his cheek. "You know that's not true. You are still as much Touya Todoroki as you are the villain Dabi."

His grip loosened, his arms falling limp at his sides as he slumped down onto the bed. "H- How can I be both? Touya is gone, he died years ago. Only I remain. I'm a villain, y/n, I always will be."

You kneeled down in front of him, hands resting against his thighs as you looked up at him. He turned his head away, he couldn't watch you look at him that way anymore. Like he wasn't evil, like he was worth something.

"It doesn't have to be that way. Your father- your family, I know they'll accept you. They'll help you, I'll help you."

He shook his head, hands returning with a vengeance to tug on his hair. "You don't know that. Besides, even if I did stop- even if I turn myself in, I'll be going to prison, y/n. We'll never see each other again."

You stood up and climbed onto him, sitting in his lap, and buried your head into the crook of his neck.

He was surprised but allowed his arms to wrap around you as you mumbled, "I'll always be by your side, no matter where you are. Maybe we can work something out, talk to the higher-ups, get you on a rehabilitation programme instead?"

"You know that's not how it works," he sighed, hands mindlessly running along your back.

The tears had already begun to fall before you had a chance to acknowledge them, salty streams dripping onto his clothes.

"Your father is the number one hero, he can work something out. He owes you that much."

He pulled you back to rest his forehead against your own, and closed his eyes to enjoy your warmth; the comfort that came with it. "Nothing can take back what I've done. The people I've killed, those I've hurt."

"Touya," you uttered his name again, sobbing silently as his thumbs wiped your tears away.

"It's okay y/n, I deserve this."

You pulled him close again, arms refusing to let go. "And what about me? What do I deserve? I want you, Touya, I don't want to lose you."

You both knew this was the end. Whether he chose to continue as Dabi or to become Touya again. Either way, you would lose him.

When you left him that night, he would either become your enemy once again or he'd be arrested come morning.

It took everything you had to walk away, all strength you had left to leave him behind. He needed to make this decision by himself, he needed to decide whether he wanted to fight against you or end up behind bars.

You were a fool. A fool for allowing yourself to fall so hard for a man you knew you could never have. Most of all, you were a fool for believing it would last, that the two of you would get a happy ending.

You looked up at the small, dingy apartment complex you had come from, glancing up to see his figure watching you leave from the window.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, burning against the cold evening air. "I love you, Touya."

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