Request/Prompt(s): Ay eye mee, if you’re still doing your ficlet
celebration (woooooo!!! 🎊
🎉 🥂), what about Bucky
being surprised af when he’s in the car with you for the first time and
realizes this tiny ass chick is a raging driver (is me. no shame).
Word Count: 1057
A/N: Hahaah Nicole!!! Don’t be mean to my Bluetooth speaker! Here you
I skipped the queue to write this because it made me laugh.
am not getting in that car,” Bucky insisted. He stood resolute with arms folded over his
chest, positioned at least 5 feet away from your car. You rolled your eyes and
shot a bored look to Sam as you leaned against the opened driver side
door, flipping the keys around your finger.
you are a hundred years old, a war veteran, a POW, a stone cold assassin, and
you’re not going to get in your girl’s car?” Sam prodded, leaning out of the
100 years I’ve learned not to needlessly endanger my life,” he snapped,
“but you enjoy the ride!”
Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “
FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T
“ you’re so cute wtf
Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop
Another mundane day has come to pass,
your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays
on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite
burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could
barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into
your couch for two days.
Anthropology was fun when you still had
your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in
something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the
years would just pass by.
Distracted by your internal monologue,
you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and
you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a
seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.
Mindlessly watching the street signs
while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop
near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack
and you heard a broken sob.
“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen,
followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father
held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater.
She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.
Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.
pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers / police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)
Lieutenant Min Yoongi
had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when
he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought
from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already
downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the
effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down
version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of
carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived
body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan
The crisp sheets of
paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk
in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago
now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of
information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his
third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he
sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring
disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is
beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought
of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take
his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right
there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged
papers and the dark ink.
Three rapid knocks are
heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see
Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the
room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his
furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense
expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his
voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”
“Organized Crime sent
their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the
opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders
they’ve been tracking, and—”
“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi
interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me
“Guess I’m stuck with
you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t,
so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”
☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→ reader ☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au ☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”
There was always that rush of excitement when summer came—that feeling of freedom and the urge to run wild bursting at the seems. That’s how it was for most people, not you. When the sun shines with no end was something entirely different for you. Summer meant no school, known of those fellow classmates or teachers on your back. Your lively classmates bubbled in anticipation of the bell, the one thing that would free them from this white tiled prison for months. Just one last ring and I’m outta here, you thought. When it finally came you giggled at the students who jumped out of their seats, mostly guys, they huddled together as if they’d just one the state championship. The teacher attempted to calm them but eventually gave up, who could blame them?
“Come on, Y/N!”
Your friends beckoned you to hurry up and follow them out the door, that was currently being bombarded with the whole class. There was no point in rushing, so you told them to go ahead with you. They only shook their heads. You were the resident ‘good girl’ of your group of friends—as good as a high school senior could get at least. As quickly as you could look up you were left in the empty class room, you looked at the reminder the suddenly came up on your phone. You hadn’t received your grade for year yet so you waited around at the main office for them. Sitting on the bench outside, you waited patiently, looking through your phone until your teacher came out.
“Ms. Y/L/N, here you go.” You stood up and grabbed the thin folder from her, flipping through it really quick to make sure it was yours. “Enjoy you’re summer- Oh and congratulations on your graduation.”
“Thank you.” You two exchanged smiles before she scurried back to her office, anxious to leave this place. She was probably happier to be on summer break than the students in this school. If you had to deal with these terrors in a few months you would too, you had to sit in a class room with them but she has to teach them.
Striding down the hall, you looked over the paper, looking over your grades for the past year. One C out of a list of A’s. You glared down at the letter, one project with that delinquent nearly depleted your grade point average—you never forgave him for that and you weren’t planning on it. A few steps and you were at your car, fumbling with your keys to open the car door. You dropped them on the pavement. Just as quick as they fell you bent down to get it but you were stopped as an all too familiar black boot kicked it away.
Jeon Jungkook. He quickly had your keys in his hands. You tried to snatch them back but he only gave you a smug grin as your cheeks were already reddening in frustration.
“What do you want.” You spat crossing your arms, eliciting a snort from him.
Jungkook was what some would call a fuck-boy, a bad boy, a hearthrob; just to name a few. But you had other names for him, a waste of a good looking human being; in short. He did what he wanted and could care less if his stupid decisions affected you or anyone else—he loves himself with no shame whatsoever. His charming glances and charismatic ways of talking may have had everyone at his mercy but he wasn’t fooling you—not for a second.
“Chill, I just wanted to wish you a good summer, what’s the harm in that?” He said
Oh please, you wanted to wipe that grin right off of his face.
“Anytime you try to talk to me, you mean harm. Jungkook, I don’t have time for this.” You attempted to snatch the keys once again but he blocked your attempts by putting his hands far from your reach. “Give me my keys back!” You crossed your arms, waiting for him to stop being childish and hand them over.
“Come on, are you serious?” He laughed. “You’re panties are still in a bunch about that-…what was it again?” He tilted his head in thought, “Collaborative project.” He signed quotation marks with his fingers.
“Since you obviously don’t have the best of memory, I’ll remind you of what you did to me. While we were supposed to be finishing the project the night before. I hadfinish it by myself. While you decided you’d go roof topping with your friends, on the school, during an open house—which, by the way has to be one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had. You could’ve been arrested, not that I would care.” You huffed, already feeling yourself getting heated by the combination of the pounding sun and your rising anger. He was sporadic and impulsive, he said what he was thinking and went with the moment—all the time, and it was annoying.
“But did I get caught? No, I didn’t- And you were a doll for keeping your lips shut about it, baby girl.” He tapped the bottom of your chin and you jerked back, smacking his hand away. You hated when he’d call you that, it was a nickname he came to like because of one incident. There was a tornado warning in the area, when it touched down you sat in the corner of the room, you closed your ears he could’ve sworn he saw tears.
The day before the due date you got hit with a bad virus and couldn’t take in the project so you gave the responsibility to him—bad idea, a horrifyingly bad idea. He never came to your house to pick it up—he didn’t even go to school that day, your teacher was convinced that Jungkook got you to skip school until you explained to her that you were bedridden. To this day, you still don’t know where he went, and you really don’t care anymore.
“I kept my lips shut because I wasn’t going through that for you. When I texted you to tell you I was sick, and politely asked you to pick up the project and turn it in you left me on read! And never freaking showed up. Honestly, how rude can someone be…”
“Ok, and? You stress over ever fucking little thing, it was one project.” He retorted, those distinct eyebrows taunting you with every little facial quirk. You snatched the keys from his hand, getting in to your car and slamming the door.
He knocked on the window—your stupid self actually let it down.
“What.” Your hands firmly on the wheel as you were getting ready to pull out.
“You never gave me back my headphones, the ones I left at your place. I need them back.” You had to laugh, you know he doesn’t think your just gonna hand over his stuff after all the things he’s put you through. He’s not entitled to anything that has to do with you.
You had something he wanted. You smirked, the tables have finally turned.
“Ah, you mean the black ones with the blue on the sides?” He nodded, “Yeah, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about, you must be thinking about another girls house, I know you probably lose count.” You cooed, close lipped grinning like the petty person you were.
“I know you have them, quit being petty and hand them over.” His attempt to push you in a corner was working to him but in reality it was failing miserably.
“Now i’m definitely not giving them to you, even if I did have them, which I don’t, you won’t be seeing them anytime soon.” You could tell by the way his tongue protruded against his cheek, he wasn’t happy with you. You assumed he would escalate the argument but he only laughed, you frowned. “Why are you laughing?”
“None of your damn business.” With that he walked back to where he left from and you willed yourself not to pay him any mind. You get a whole three months free of him, annoying classmates and the school in general.
A/N: Since it was most requested that I do this request next, and I had some time tonight I decided to bang it out real quick. No pun intended. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what else you guys would like to see, my inbox is starting to run low. Also, I’m gonna work on linking my rec list in my bio for anyone who wants it.
Requested by: me cause the
thirst is real and our Collective Husband deserves our undying love
Prompt: #31“I don’t hate you.” (Luke Alvez x
A/N: Guess who’s back
in the CM fandom, peeps? :D Credit to @imagicana for helping me when I got
stuck and for being amazing by reading it and making very useful comments. The whole Roxy thing was her idea! Thank you, dear! :) Edit: I forgot to add that the title also came from her :D Requests are still closed, by the way!
I swear I tried to keep this short *sweats*
Warning: Season 12
Garcia was complaining about your
co-worker Luke again, or the Newbie, as she called him despite the fact that he
had been part of the team for months now. She still kind of hated him because
she felt he had taken Morgan’s place.
‘No one kicks doors down like my
chocolate thunder,’ she told you from the couch one day after you asked her
why she could not tolerate him. You had been hanging out together all afternoon
during a rare yet peaceful Sunday.
‘You should at least try to be civil
with him, you know?’ you advised, moving to the kitchen to refill your tea
mugs as she tried to choose another movie to watch.
‘Why? He’s always trying to find
ways to mock me,’ she tried to defend her behaviour.
‘That’s only because you mock him first,’ you replied as
you came back and settled against the cushions. ‘You liked his dog, right?
Roxy? At least try to bond with him over that.’
‘Maybe,’ Garcia said and brought
an end to that conversation as she started gushing about some random actor.
Now, if you had the ability to
travel back in time, you would probably go back to that exact moment and say something different.
Because in hindsight, telling your
friend to bond with the guy you found mildly attractive and tried not to stare
at all the time might be considered a mistake by some people. But, back then,
you didn’t know that this infatuation was going to develop into anything else.
You couldn’t pinpoint the exact
moment when it happened. It was more of a gradual thing. The feelings grew with
each passing day and new little quirk or endearing trait you discovered about
The way he smiled from across the
room and waved at you in the mornings made your stomach flip. The way he stood
in front of you when an UnSub got too close once (and then apologised because
he didn’t want you to feel belittled by his overprotective nature) made you
feel warm all over each time you remembered. The way he furrowed his eyebrows
when he concentrated too hard on something made you want to reach out and
smooth his handsome features.
It was all too much. You had
troubles keeping a straight face and a blush from taking over your face
whenever he complimented you on something you had done or how you had styled
your hair that day. You thought, maybe,
you stood a chance. All you needed to do was figure out if the things he told
you were part of his personality, like Morgan’s constant stream of flirtatious
comments, or if he actually liked you.
However, all your hope went down the
drain and your heart sunk in your chest when you heard he and Garcia were on a
first name basis now. You could not believe you had let yourself be fooled once
more. It was the same feeling you got when you heard them starting to talk more
comfortably to each other and again when Garcia showed you the little cat Luke
had given her to cheer her up.
So one day, when you saw them
chatting quietly in the hallway and laughing, you finally decided to step down.
Your friendship with Garcia was a lot more important to you than some new guy.
Even if he was the first person you were interested in after years of one-time
dates that never led to anything.
You swallowed the lump in your
throat and left the files you had been carrying in Garcia’s office. You got
back to your desk and hoped that you didn’t get a case that day. You really
just wanted to go home and wallow in self-pity in the comfort of your bed.
Thankfully, an hour later, with no
case in sight, the team started getting ready to leave for the day while they
chatted about their plans for the weekend. You discreetly grabbed your purse
and made your way to the lift, trying not to bring any attention to yourself.
When the lift finally stopped in the
parking lot, you almost ran straight to your car. You drove for a long while,
willing your mind to calm down and accept the fact that you had never stood a
chance, especially against Garcia. Feeling another wave of sadness hit you, you
parked the car outside a coffee shop.
You weren’t much a sporty type of person, but if it meant being there to support your best friend, then sporty type you will be. Liam and Mason convinced you to stay after school to watch Liam do drills. You thought nothing of it until he forgot to mention that Brett would be there.
You weren’t very fond of Brett. You both came off of the wrong foot. He was rude and cocky. Not to mention, he held a grudge against Liam’s temper problem. It wasn’t his fault he had a disorder. Liam tries his best to maintain his inner anger. Yet it doesn’t always work out when he’s tempted.
while Shawn would get you expensive and glamorous gifts, he’d often get you little things that just reminded him of you when he saw them
like the newest book by your favourite author
or tickets to see your favourite play/artist/sportsteam
one day you’d see a little Tiffanys box sitting on his table
“you always wear those necklaces right? well heres a charm for one”
it would be a little lion charm and you’d raise your eyebrow
“my sign is leo. the symbol of which is a lion. i expect to see you wearing it when you stop by my office tomorrow”
you’d be leaving one of the extravagant dinners he’d take you to and you’d shiver in the cold, looking at him expectantly
“what?” he’d ask and you’d tell him exactly how cold you are
“well thats a shame” he’d say, ignoring the look of shock on your face until he finally catches on that you’re after his jacket
“not happening. this is Armani, sweetheart” he’d tell you, gesturing to his suit jacket
you’d roll your eyes but still smile because this was so typical of him
you’d make plans to see your friends but quickly cancel when Shawn calls you up, demanding your presence at his apartment that night
when you’d arrive, he’d be cooking, his sleeves rolled up, an apron over his button up shirt
he’d hand you a thick book
“you owe me love. read to me while i cook for you.”
so you’d push yourself up on the counter and open the book to the marked page, beginning to read out loud to him
when the boiling water begins to spit he’d frown and pick you up from the counter, muttering about splatters and not wanting you to get burned
he’d place you on the table and you’d smirk up at him
“aw Mendes, you care about me?”
he’d freeze, his body immediately going tense, like someone had dropped a bucket of ice cold water on him
“dont get any big ideas. you’re just an arrangement. nothing more”
his voice would be harsh and cold
you’d feel your heart sink, remembering the conditions of your arrangement
when you dont respond, he’d say from the stove “dont move. i like table ornaments”
after the incident in his apartment, Shawn would seem more distant than usual
he’d tell you one night that he’d be out of town for a few days and he would press a metal key into your palm
your heart would speed up because he was giving you a key. his key.
“you’re giving me a key to your apartment?” you’d ask, your eyes wide
this was a big deal, a step forward
“please water my plants daily” he’d tell you
you’d try not to let it show how disappointed you are as you nod
but when he comes back and doesnt ask for the key back, you’re left with a little hope
assuming he just forgot about it, you’d leave it on his counter
but then when you see him the next day, he’d hold the key up
“you forgot your key” he’d tell you and slip his hand into the back pocket of your jeans, leaving the key there when he pulls back
usually you’d go home after sleeping with him until one night when he catches your arm as you’re about to climb out of his bed
he’d pull you back towards him
“stay” he’d tell you in his usual demanding tone
you wouldnt protest
after all, he did pay for the fancy underwear you’re wearing
you’d lay back down, his body pressed to yours
and maybe you were imagining how hard his heart was hammering against your back
but it definitely felt very real
The ‘i love you’
he’d take you out to fancy restaurants a lot but on this particular occasion, he’d let you choose where you want to go
he’d have one of those long necklace boxes with him
which wasnt out of place because he always bought you jewellery, it was part of your arrangement
after you’d ate, he would open the necklace box and hand it over to you
his hands would be shaking but he’d try to disguise it
because what if you were into Shawn Mendes, CEO and not Just Shawn
inside the box would be a breathtaking yet simply beautiful necklace
and he’d start telling you about it
how it was his grandmothers necklace and that his grandfather had given it to her when he realised he had fallen for her
you would be able to tell how important it was to him because it was like his usually hard exterior had crumbled before your eyes
he’d explain how before she passed, his grandmother had handed it to him and told him that when he falls for someone, he should give them the necklace as a token of his love, just like his grandfather did
so while the necklace was a lavish gift, like all the others, it was a lavish gift with real meaning
“does this mean that you’ve fallen for me then?”
“darling,” his eyes would be staring straight into yours “i fell for you a long time ago” he’d tell you, tracing the top of his wine glass with his pointer finger
Request: could you write an imagine where Y/N ex comes to her apartment while shawn is there to return the house key he still has and shawn gets all jealous and ends up hurt because he never got a key to your apartment. And then it turns into smut because your smut is the best.Love you!❤️
A/N: I feel like smut wasn’t the way to go sorry my dude but I hope you like it!! Thank you sm, ily2. Sorry for the shittiest ending in the world lol.
anonymous asked: Imagine request: protective boyfriend Monty at Bryce’s pool party
Monty X Reader
“You’re seriously not wearing a bikini to the party, are you? I mean, it’s Bryce’s party we’re talking about.”
“Baby, I’m stupid. But I’m not that stupid.” Monty smirks as he lounges on your bed, his gaze following your every move as you tug on a pair of loose jean shorts and a plaid shirt that you button up only halfway so your bikini top can still be seen beneath. “The bikini is only there in case I get tossed into the pool. This way I’ll have something to walk around in even as my shorts and shirt dry.”
“If that happens, I’ll kick someone’s ass. I’m not leaving your side so some punk ass can grope you as he shoves into the pool just so he can see your bikini.”
Request: I wanted to request a “proposal”, where Yoongi asks y/n to marry him. Thank you girls + I’ll put both my requests in one ask! My first request is a late night trip with yoongi (like he calls you in the middle of the night for a car trip and takes reader to the sea [and there he propose to her])
You woke up a bit startled, not expecting Yoongi’s lips just above your right ear making you tingle and confused at the same time.
-What is it babe?-
He kissed your ear making you have goosebumps. -Wake up-
You opened your eyes completely and sat. -But what is it? Yoongi it’s like… the middle of the night- you said not even knowing what time it was.
-Come on, get up and get dressed- he smiled when he turned on the lights and then you noticed he was fully dressed, jeans, a black t-shirt that exposed his collarbones if he leaned forward and a denim jacket.
You were on a little vacation retreat in Jeju Island, it was your second day on the island and you had big plans for the rest of week, several activities typical of Jeju and of course lots of sleep, both of you needed that. So it took you by surprise that Yoongi was so eager to go out in the middle of the night. But then it made you remember that you used to do it a lot when you started dating, late night trips around the city. A smile came to your face and you got up from the bed, your boyfriend was such a low-key romantic.
-Give me a second then-
You wondered what you should wear for this night late night extravaganza Yoongi had in mind. You giggle at the thought, he’d frown and grumble if you told him that. You went for a a little summer dress, you were in an island after all, so you had brought mostly shorts and dresses, but you wanted to be comfortable so you threw on the pretty black dress with purple and pink flowers print, the sleeves were long but they got wider from your elbow to your wrist making the simple dress have a trendy cut, you saw the rather low v-neck and decided that you had to also throw on a jacket just in case the night was chilly.
-Where are we going Yoongi?- you asked when you walked out of the bathroom. You had rushed on the light makeup and your hair since part of the emotion of the late night trips was the rush and the unexpected, but you still wanted to look nice.
-It’s a surprise- he said not giving anything away.
You pouted. -I just want to know if I’m good-
Yoongi came closer to you, and this time his smile didn’t fit on his face, it was contagious as you found yourself smiling back. -What?-
-You are beautiful Y/N- he leaned down and pecked your lips. -Let’s go-
You went together hand by hand, the hotel was well illuminated this late, but it was lone aside from some occasional personnel you encountered as you walked your way out of the building, it was a chilly night as you had suspected, you walked through the gardens and the pools the hotel had just before you found the exit to the beach.
-Yoongi, what is this? where are we going?-
He smiled more and squeezed your hand as you started to walk in the sand, it slipped through your sandals and it was all over his shoes.
-You’ll see Y/N, just follow me-
You laughed. -I’m following you babe, but this…-
-Are you nervous?- he teased and you pushed his shoulder making him laugh louder.
-Wait a moment- you said leaning down to take off your sandals. - Yoongi!- you nagged when he snapped a picture of you as you were taking them off. He laughed and you shook your head knowing it couldn’t be helped -You too babe- you said as he complied and took off his shoes. -It’s so weird you came here with those and not your beloved sandals-
-I forgot, I wasn’t thinking about my footwear for tonight-
You sharpened your gaze with a coy smile. -And what were you thinking then?-
Yoongi smiled like a fool and squeezed your hand again, was he nervous? -Come Y/N-
The sand was cold and it was very smooth to the touch, so it was like a having a little massage as you walked through the scattered umbrellas that were closed for the night and the dozens lounge chairs in which you had come earlier to doze off. The hotel was beautiful at day time, but at this hour it had another feeling, more so with your heart pumping fast at the expectation of what Yoongi had in mind.
Description: Before Jason’s death, you worked together as Batgirl and Robin. But when feelings begin to develop between the two of you, Jason dies abruptly. Upon his return, your relationship status is… fluctuating. Only the subtext of your actions will tell…
Words: 4,900 (I got a little carried away, I love Jason too much)
Notes: YAY!!! My boy Jay finally got some attention!
Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne.
You end the call with a sigh, a trio of bats shrieking somewhere far off in the Batcave. Bruce looks at you expectantly waiting for information, and you give it as you don your jacket,” Jay needs me to come pick him up. It’s no big deal. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” Taking the keys from your pocket, you deliver a kiss to Tim’s cheek and another to Bruce’s, bidding Alfred goodbye with a half-hug. They deliver varying responses with varying degrees of care. Tim notices they’re not your keys, but Jason’s as he tells you to “drive safe”.
Putting the key into the ignition, you start his bike and take off down the street. Streetlights pass in circles along the stretch of Gotham’s roads, which get thinner and thinner as you enter downtown Gotham. Worry beats softly in your chest, the intensity of your concentration taken by the wind biting at your exposed skin and the path before you. It takes little to no time to get Jason, and the drive goes by too fast for your liking; the only adequate bike-riding gear you had is in the lock box on Jason’s motorcycle, and it’s one of his leather jackets. The old faded leather smells so much like him your belly quiveres pleasantly. It’s almost like he’s with you.
You kick out the kickstand, leveling the bike with your other foot as you look for him amongst the late-nighters of Gotham’s cruddier crowd. He’s drunk off his ass, and beaming at smiling at you all dopey.”Jason,” You greet, amused at his expression and sudden clinginess. He embraces you, clearing you from the ground as he does,”Hey, babe! Thanks for coming to pick me up!” He giggles, settling your feet back onto the concrete. Jason doesn’t take his arms from your waist just yet, gaze suddenly hooded and lips cocked into a smirk,”You look really hot riding my bike.”
Smiling and blushing, you shake your head. He’s a bold drunk. Either way, Jason’s pretty bold sober and he’s always been incredibly blunt; he calls you babe even if you’re not dating, and comments like the latter aren’t exactly uncommon. Deciding he most likely won’t remember anything happening between the two of you currently, you let your blush show instead of threatening him—your usual response to his flirtations.
“C’mon, jackass, get on the bike.” You instruct, and Jason does so without complaint but… with difficulty. He nuzzled into your neck from behind,”You smell good. Is that… (favorite fruit)?” He guesses casually. You nod, rolling your eyes as you put a helmet on him. He wraps his arms around you for more than one reason. Before you start the bike, you pointedly look at him as you take his hands and move them further up your torso. Jason giggles,” Sorry, babe. Can’t keep my hands from wanderin’ when I’m with you.”
With a final playful look meaning “keep your hands above the waist, Jason”, you murmur,”You’re lucky you’re charming, red.” Before taking off. Jason keeps his hands folded comfortably over your rib cage.
By the time you’re rising the steps to his apartment, Jason’s half passed out. He’s lucky you’re strong, otherwise, the flight up seven floors would have been more of a hike up Mount Everest.”Jason, give me your keys,” You demand, having given him the keys to his bike after you dismounted. Jason giggles tiredly,”Search me, officer.” He jokes, raising his arms in the proper manner. You realize he’s serious when he doesn’t move to grab them.
With an exasperated sigh, you pat him down, his giggles echoing down the hallway. Even if you’re trying to come off as uncaring or emotionless, it’s hard when he’s smiling and making flirty comments. When you pull the jingling bunch from his back pocket, he smiles and winks,”At least buy me dinner first.”
You pull Jason inside, making him shred his shoes. He can’t keep his eyes off your form. But it’s not like that’s anything new, you think. There’s a chance he’ll do something in this state, so you take the chance to remind yourself that he’s just a natural flirt and he’s not into you. This chance comes in the form of a question,”Meet any pretty girls tonight?” Usually, Jason would flaunt it and say things like,”Oh, yeah, tons. I have at least three new numbers on my phone” or,”if I wasn’t drunk off my ass I’d have one in bed by now” and you’d die a little on the inside. Assuming he’ll answer in the same way, you question him to torture yourself.
He refrains from this, watching your every move with his slim feline-esque eyes, the greened blue like pools of shadow in the moonlight. But his gaze is not predatory or even mildly threatening. It’s lovesick and adoring and dreamy. As you wondered what doll made him act like this, you childishly hope that one day you’ll be in her shoes.
“A few,” Jason yawns,”But none as pretty as you, dove.”
You hate how your heart beats stupidly in your chest. Stupidly in love. All the nicknames are starting to get to you. Maybe if you pulled the Bruce card and acted like you hated them, he’d stop hugging you to his side and calling you “dove” or “babe”. It’s bad enough his voice, in general, makes you lose your train of thought, you don’t need nicknames meant for a significant other thrown at you in such a manner. Only Jason and Damian called you dove, and Damian always meant it tauntingly, usually to tease you for your crush on the Redhood.
“C’mon, dove, let’s get outta here.” Jason nods to the door, hanging his jacket over his shoulder by two hooked fingers. You begin to follow wordlessly, just a step behind. Damian tuts,”TT.” This makes you glare back at him with only half the commitment of a full threat. Damian mimics Jay’s tone, puffing up his chest and copying Jason’s body language perfectly,”See you later, dove.” He snickers into his breakfast as you walk away, ears and face steaming.
“I don’t wanna change, Y/N! I won’t look cool if I take off the jacket…” He whined. “Arms up.” You command. Jason raises his arms like a child anyway, chest puffed up to seem intimidating as he pouted beside his dresser. You slip his shirt over his head, smiling playfully,”And I will always think you’re cool, even without the jacket.” When Jason’s face surfaces from the fabric, he’s smiling sleepily, rubbing his fists into his eyes and looking at you like you’re the sun—no, the moon. His moon.
“Will you stay with me?” He whispers. You nod without thinking. And even if means you have to wait three hours for him to fall into unconsciousness, you’re going to stay. Jason slips off his jeans and his socks, collapsing into his bed. You pull a thin sheet over his form, sitting beside his legs.
Jason sighs through his nose, gesturing for you to come closer to his upper half. This brought back memories of sleepless nights after pstrol, with your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands carressing your waist. When Dick became Nightwing (and wore that ridiculous circus getup, with the feathers and the collar), you and Jason were Batgirl and Robin. Each of the Robins had a Batgirl as each of the Batgirls had a Robin, but for Damian and Cassandra. Tim had Stephanie, Dick had Barbara, Jason had you.
There would be nights when just you and he went out on patrol (with Bruce warning you of Jason’s recklessness, oblivious of your own jump-into-danger motto). That was really when you first started to fall in love with him. There was always something there, rippling between the two of you as you swung through the air. An unvoiced connection, an unshared energy never before sensed. That was when you knew he loved you as you loved him. When he’d look at you as you turned away, and where you’d catch him and giggle.
That connection had severed when Jason died. And to make matters worse, he remembered when he was brought back. He still looked at you, and you pretended you didn’t know he was staring. He’d perk up when you’d gaze at him across the room, only act like you were staring at something else. He pretends he doesn’t have nightmares about you being the one to die instead.
“You have helmet hair,” You whisper, tentatively raising your hand to ruffle the locks, your fingers catching on the tangles of black and white. Jason leans into your hand, yawning again and sliding his hand over yours,”It’s all wavy. Do you like it, babe?” Jason wonders quietly. His eyelids flutter as he fights to stay awake. Fights to stay with you. Swiftly retracing your hand from his, you play with them in your lap, murmuring an unsteady,”Yeah.”
The rest of the night goes without incident. Jason wraps an arm around your waist in his sleep, resting at an awkward angle what with you sitting. He won’t let you move the limb, so you end up pinned to the bed and staring at every niche on his dresser, kicking yourself mentally for always doing this. Dick would and could have just as easily gotten Jason, and it might have even been easier since Dick was closer to the area. But no, you have to be so loyal, so committed to Jason. You urge for his attention and do little things for him, even though you know he won’t return the favor romantically. The late-night romance had never been a romance, but a friendship you had read into too quickly because Jason’s eyes simply went too deep.
Jason wakes up the following afternoon, head pounding. His headache is relieved by some pain medication and a glass of water placed strategically on his nightstand, to which a note is taped to.
Hope you slept well, Jaybird - Dove
Jason grins, hating himself as he falls deeper.
“Thank god you’re okay,” Jason moans, carefully tilting your face in his hands as he views the bruise. The purple bruise on your jaw made moving your lips painful, so you opted for a flustered silence as Jason holds your face. He still doesn’t drop his hands when Bruce says,”You’ll have to stay at the manor, for the time being, Y/N. That way we can protect you if they come back again.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” You say, trying not to move your jaw much,”I’m sure they won’t try breaking in again, and after today I’ll be more careful—” Jason cuts you off evenly, without flinching, without hesitation,”She’ll stay with me.” Dick, Bruce, and Alfred carry out a silent conversation/argument with their eyes, which Dick seemingly wins as he gestures to you and Jason; Jason runs his hand over your jaw, slipping his thumb over your lip and clenching his teeth. You settle him by putting a palm on his arm. Bruce and Alfred exchange a glance, and Alfred nods. You’d be safest with Jason because he’d die to protect you.
“Jason, that’s sweet of you, but I’ll be fine. You guys are freaking over a bruise, anyway, I’ve been stabbed before and have been flipping over buildings like I didn’t have seven stitches keeping me together.” You argue. You’d be more threatening if you stand, but you can’t with Jason in your way and there’s no way you’re leaving his silk hold. Staying seated on the medical table, you grip its edge and glare at the other boys,”I get it, you love me and you want me to be safe, but it’s just one guy. Bruce, if I can kick your ass, then this is nothing.”
Bruce pauses, either to make his next statement more serious or for dramatic effect, before turning around and walking to the Batcomputer,”You’ll stay with Jason until the threat is taken care of.”
You pout, rolling your eyes and jumping off the table when Jason steps away,”Bruce…!” You shout in protest, but the sound fades timidly and he doesn’t turn around. Crossing your arms over yourself defensively, you shake your head,”If it was Dick instead of me that got attacked by a stupid assassin, then no one would be freaking out.”
“Yeah, but it’s because we love you more than Dick.” Jason jokes (or is he being serious??), stepping forward to be at your side. You snort, which turns into subtle laughter as Dick slaps Jason on the arm,”Oh shut up, you do love me!” Dick defends. Jason huffs, ignoring the first Robin and turning back to you with a bit of a glint in his eye. He tosses his arm over your shoulder and begins to guide you out of the cave,”What I mean is, no one messes with my girl.” He smirks. You rest your head against Jason as you smile to yourself.
“Don’t you mean “our” girl? As the in the entire family’s?” You wonder.
Jason shakes his head, closing his eyes briefly so you can’t see the blatant love within his gaze,”Nope,” He guides you up the steps to the exit of the cave, his voice echoing around the walls and the trophies as he assures you,”My girl.”
“I mean, sure, I think all of us would if things were different,” Dick admitted. Damian made a face, leaving Cassandra, Tim, Stephanie, and Barbara to agree with him through a shrug,”I mean, yeah. Y/N’s pretty.” Barbara says. Dick pointedly looks at Damian, waving his arms,”See, I’m not crazy.”
Damian throws his hands up in disbelief,” Y/N has enough men on her tail as it is! She already has Todd shadowing her like a lost puppy, not to mention every officer on the Gotham police force whistling at her! I have beat up three of her exes, and I do not need you to be one of them.”
You and Damian high-five as he finishes the statement, just as Jason scoffs,”I don’t follow her around, demon-spawn! Nevermind like a lost puppy…” He defends, distracting Dick from the fact Damian sucker-punched each of your previous significant others. Tim raises an eyebrow,”Then how come you’re here?”
“Because Y/N brought me!” Jason yells without thinking, digging his own grave a little deeper. Stephanie points at Jason with her fork,”You just proved his point.” She laughs through her food. Jason rolls his eyes as the group joins her in various volumes, smile quirking as you run your hand through his hair and coo,”Oh, leave him alone. I gave him permission to follow me like a puppy.”
“When?” Barbara questions in confusion, facial expression overcome with skepticism. You and Jason look at each other and you blush. Jason, however, seems to have given up being shy.”When we first started going out on patrol together. I’d go in and face whoever we were fighting, with Jason following me in and jumping out of nowhere. It was our battle strategy.” You lied. Tim saw through it, but only voiced his suspicion with a low,”Mhmm.” As he bit into his toast.
In reality, it was your words whispered and carried over Gotham by the wind, after an ex (your boyfriend at the time) had accused Jason of liking you romantically. You both knew it was true, and you both knew that you loved him too.
“He’s right. I do follow you around, I do look at you in ways I shouldn’t, I do—… we’re too close.” Jason drops his head,”I’m sorry, Y/N…”
“Jason.” You lift his chin, steadying your hands against his shoulders. Jason looks away from you, anything to avoid your gaze. And yet your demand for attention is too strong, and he forces himself to look at you. You smile crookedly at him,”I like it when you do those things. I like that we’re too close. It’s not too close, it’s our close. I want to stay that close, I want you to keep following me and looking at me.” You correct.
Jason mirrors your smile nervously,”You know I’ll always be behind you, right?” He mutters.You can only squeeze his hand as it collects yours,”I want you behind me, Jason. I want you.”
Your gaze drops from his as you both remember, face suddenly boiling,”Now can we stop talking about how everyone has a crush on me? Everyone has a crush on Dick, too, but we don’t talk about that.” You joke desperately. They all drop the subject with knowing looks. Behind them, Jason’s hand falls on your lower back. He isn’t done embarrassing the two of you, and returns to it,”What I’m interested in is your sudden interest in my woman, Grayson.” He says daringly.
“Your woman?” Dick echoes teasingly, raising his brows. With a glance at you, Jason confirms again,”My woman.”
“I didn’t know you two were…” Dick smirks, trailing off and leaning in as if it would help him gather more information. Dick waits for your answer rather than Jason’s, interrupting your silent pleas for help directed at the others. You cross your arms, laying them over the counter of the kitchen island,”It’s…” You trace Jason’s profile with your eyes, still turned on Dick in challenge,”… complicated.” You admitted quietly.
At this Jason looks at you, eyes alight with something that might be anger and might also be him giving up. Biting his lip, he summons all his courage, twists so he’s facing you fully and bluntly says,”You call kissing me on a rooftop after telling me you want me, “complicated”?” He questions.
Damian shoots up, slamming his fists on the counter and furiously facing you and Todd,”What?!” He shrieks. Dick begins to laugh heartily as the others respond, blurring the room with shouting and laughter. Stephanie begins to shake Tim, while they both scream about how he “was right” and how they “knew it all along”. Barbara is desperately trying to keep in laughter. Cassandra alone remains quiet, eating her cereal and watching the scene play out around a spoonful of Lucky Charms, an amused smile on her face.
Your blush deepens, expression flickering from one emotion to the next with every ensuing reaction. Jason’s angry at himself, at everything, as he tends to overreact and he does just that now. He always imagined after he’d been dead and gone for so long that you’d forgotten him, forgotten what he felt like above you and how much you loved him. Even after life and even after death, Jason remembered how the adoration poured out of him like an infinite mess of emotions and gracelessness. But no, how could you ever forget Jason told?
“Yeah,” You murmur, watching his eyes blink down at yours like you’re the whole world and he has to save you,”… Complicated.”
The cliche-ness of it all is truly astounding, but Jason is too preoccupied with your figure to relate to every man in his situation. You saunter towards them—at least, it looks like a saunter, or maybe a sashay. Either way, you approach him and smile,”I know I said you can stare at me Jason, but buy a girl dinner first.” You joked, making his heart capsize and his knees plan to buckle. His mind begins to wander as do his eyes over that dress.
“I just might, babe,” Jason smirks in response, grappling for the suave composure you usually instill in him as he adjusts his tie. You swat his hands away and fix it properly, pressing it down while simultaneously running your fingers down his chest. It’s been too long since you’ve returned his affections in such an obvious way. Jason feels a frisson roll through him, urging him to scoop your hand in his and raise your knuckles to his lips.
He keeps eye contact as he leans down, the kiss against your skin lasting longer than it should. You lick your lips absent-mindedly, face flushing as you fold your arms. How did one look make you feel so self-conscious? He reminds you of your shared status as best friend with the comment,”You’ll hide by the buffet with me, right? So I don’t have to talk to any of Bruce’s fancy friends?”
You step towards him, glancing around the grandiose event shyly,”I was about to ask you the same thing, Jay. C’mon.” You take Jason’s extended arm tentatively. The other bat boys and girls left behind exchange knowing looks, shaking their heads and muttering under their breaths.
It was in the subtext of the conversation that urges you both to be more daring. Obvious. It was so obvious. It was there, you both knew it, you both felt it. And yet you didn’t reach out or make the move. It’s like you’re dating already, with the little touches Jason leaves on your back and the way you graze his arm. Jason wouldn’t openly call you his girlfriend and vice versa, but it’s there. In a way, you are together, without the labels but with the “I love you”s.
This is proven after you were (reluctantly) pulled into a circle of teenage girls gossiping about the other guests. You just want to go back to Jason, especially because most of the girls are stuck up and rich. Jason’s staring at you wistfully and almost uncomfortably; he’s also been approached by a businessman attempting to get closer to Bruce through his kids. You’re about to make an excuse to leave when a voice perks up and a man elbows his way into the circle,”Um, excuse me, ladies.”
Some of the girls drop into a curtsy with red faces, others stutter and blush. This man makes his way to you, and you pale visibly at the flirtatious look in his eyes. He drops his hand to your back and guides you out of the circle,”You must be Ms. L/N, Bruce Wayne’s protege?” He guesses. He flashes a dazzling smile as you stutter, awkwardly trying to get away,”Yeah, um, that’s me…” He assumes this is you being flustered and his smile extends, thinking he’s winning.
“Well, Ms. L/N, the cameras don’t do your beauty justice.” You guess he’s some kind of royalty judging by the patches on his suit and the looks others are giving you,”You are so much more beautiful than I imagined.” He compliments. Oh, so he’s that kind of royalty.”I’m Prince (Name) of (Country). It is an honor to meet you.”
You breathe a sigh of relief when another hand curves around your waist. Jason doesn’t bother with courtesy, which makes sense for Jason. Bluntly, he pulls you away from the Prince, not breaking eye contact with him as he speaks to you,”Babe, there you are. I was just telling Roy about that one time you sat on my face.” The Prince blushes angrily, suddenly mortified as Jason pulls you away.
“Sat on your face? Really?” You whisper. Jason chuckles in your ear, gently rubbing your back,”He made you uncomfortable, I returned the favor for you.” Jason delivers, glancing back at the blushing prince with a smug expression. Regardless of how he did it, Jason did save you from the situation. Your smile is crooked when you gaze up at him,”Well, thank you, Jason.” You sigh.
Jason kisses the side of your head,”No problem, dove.”
“Did you get me a present?” Jason teases, resting his elbow on the table and cupping his face. You tilt the birthday hat on his head so it’s centered, swiping the cake off his cheek and licking it off your thumb,”Maybe I did.” You retort,”Maybe I didn’t, birthday boy.”
Jason’s eyes dance, reflecting the light like the ocean reflects sunshine. You lean over the table so you’re facing him, crossing your arms and smiling, I know what I got you, and you don’t. Jason gasps in fake hurt, flirtatiously cocking his head to the side,”Did you not get me anything?” He puts his free hand over his heart,”That hurts, dove.”
The others are eating their cake in the dining room, and you hear their laughter echoing as someone makes a joke. Plates clink and cutlery shines. The presents around Jason are piled in an organized fashion, torn wrapping paper is thrown away and gifts aligned in rows. The stars seemed to be aligned, too, if this is really happening.
You play along, pouting in mock-guilt as you swirl your finger around the table in meaningless designs,”I’m really, really sorry, Jay. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You meet his gaze again, and he’s so focused on you that you finally understand. They say that the world will stand still whenever your eyes meet. And it’s true. You’re suspended, floating; you’re the only thing he finds interesting in this room, the only thing he wouldn’t dare tear away from.
Jason licks his lips. He looks skyward, humming as he tries to come up with a solution… like he hasn’t already. He perks up, leaning closer to you,”Oh… I think I have something you could do to make me feel better, dove.” You want to hear him say it, you want him to say those words that he said that night when everything felt alright. Because when he says those two words, everything does feel right. It makes everything alright.
“What can I do, Jason?” You lean closer, your hand flattening against the table’s surface. The nickname still gets you, it still makes your heart pound. You know that he knows what he does to you when he says that name, because the smile finally reaches his eyes and lights them with mischief.
“I think you know,” Jason says daringly. He’s really dragging this out. But every moment only builds the meter you’ve created, rising every time his hand touches your waist and he calls you that name. It rises every time you call him after a nightmare and when you embrace him after knowing he’s safe. Jason Todd is your ideal, and the moment you’ve dreamt of since he came back is here.
“No, no…” You shake your head minimally, not breaking the staring contest you’ve entered and never want to leave,”I don’t think I do know, Jay.” His hand rests over yours, and you’re so close now his nose is skirting against your cheek.”What can I do, Jason?” You whisper in his ear.
Jason grins, and the action is so him it hurts to breathe. That mischievous smile before you broke into action together, when you hug him and tell him how much you missed him, the part of him that’s still the reckless Robin you fell in love with coming back into the light. You both pause, letting the breath hang there and the ambiance conquer you and then blur before your lives change. Jason’s done with playing coy, and so are you.
“Kiss me.” He pleads softly, with the passion of a thousand warriors fighting for their home, voiced at the level at which a butterfly’s wing flutters.
And then the boundary of the table is gone and Jason is kissing you and you’re kissing Jason. His lips are everything you’ve ever liked, blurred into an action and one motion. He’s everything you’ve ever loved. His hair is silk between your fingers as nothing folds into everything. The heat of his breath against your cheek, his nose pressing into yours, his tongue rolling along your bottom lip. It’s everything. He’s everything.
“It’s not that far of a fall, Y/N. But really, you don’t need to worry. I’ll catch you.”
“Jason, it’s okay to cry when you’re with me. Crying isn’t a weakness, it’s just a way to get rid of all your negative emotions, so it’s okay to cry. We’ll cry together, my sweet Robin.”
“He’s right. I do follow you around, I do look at you in ways I shouldn’t,”
“I want you behind me, Jason. I want you.”
“I adore you…. I think I even love you, Robin.”
“I know I love you, dove.”
“I don’t care about what they say about you, Jason, you’re perfect.”
You part barely far enough to be appropriate, cheeks aching from smiling and lips swollen from the best kiss of your lives. Taking heavy breaths, you smooth Jason hair back into place, and he caresses your cheek with his thumb. He’s still beaming when he says,”I love you, dove.”
You cup his neck, planting a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth,”And I love you, my sweet Robin.”
Jason blinks slowly, the blush on his face reddening as his eyes darken,”I don’t think that made up for you not getting me something on my birthday.” Gaze half lidded and smirk intact he adds,”But I think I know something else we can do that will definitely make me feel better.” He teases.
You slap his arm and let out a cry of outrage, and Jason starts laughing hysterically.”Shut up!” You yelled over Jason’s cackling. He settles, giggling,”You know you want to, babe.” Seeing the look on your face, Jason makes a mad dash for the door, laughing his ass off as you begin to chase after him.
HI can you please do a dating Amber Liu would include? Tnx😊
Note: I am so glad that you asked for this! Amber is my bias of f(x) so I’m really happy this was requested! I hope you enjoy it~ ♥
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In the Daytime
Okay so first of all, Amber is going to be the best girlfriend in the entire world.
She’s going to be understanding and passionate with you 24/7.
Like, if you don’t like makeup, or tattoos, or you don’t like dying your hair. That’s cool. If you do, that’s also cool. Like, this girl gives zero shits, she loves you exactly for who you are as a person.
Always loving and kind, but she is going to tease you sometimes and become the sass master, because we all know Amber can be super hilarious
Her always doing her best to make you happy because she loves you and never wants to leave you.
You and her taking care of JackJack together
And her even trusting you to take care of her dog while she’s away on tour.
But when she’s away she makes sure that she texts, calls and skypes as much a she can to see how you’re doing and making sure you’re okay.
She knows how much you miss her when she’s away, and how forgetful you can be when she’s not around to remind you, so she constantly makes sure you’ve remembered to eat and go to bed at a good time.
Her helping you to speak English
A lot of selcas
Her having a selca of you and her as her phone lock screen right now
Singing and rapping all the time
In the shower
When you have guests over
She doesn’t care, and you love listening to her perfect voice, because honestly, who could ever get enough of it?
Her teaching you how to ride a skateboard
You standing on the skateboard and her holding both of your hands while walking sideways making sure you’re balanced.
“You look so hot right not, Jagi. I can’t even deal.”
You and her being savage together
And pranking the other members of f(x)
f(x) teasing you and Amber pretty much on a daily basis
But Amber doesn’t really care, because she loves you regardless.
“God guys, get a room.”
“Sure Krystal, give me your bedroom key and we’ll get right out of your way”
Her teasing you, but always affectionately
“Jagi you’re so tiny, it’s adorable.”
Long talks at night about the universe and how amazing life really is
Talking to each other until stupid times in the morning because neither of you want to stop talking just yet
Cuddling all the time
Mainly with her leg hanging over your waist
Because she likes to hold you close
But sometimes she’s not so innocent
Her being passionate
And loves hearing you loud
Her getting annoyed when f(x) accidentally walk in
“Guys, when the tent is rockin’ don’t come knockin’”
Amber would be the best girlfriend in the world
And would wonder what she did to deserve you on a day to day basis
Can I ask an scenario where Todokori, Bakugou and Aizawa meet their girlfriends sister and she thinks that they are going to fall in love with her because she thinks she is less intelligent, pretty and funny than her sister. Make it REALLY angsty please!!! I love your work!!
I’m a sucker for happy endings, so I hope that this is angsty enough for you. On a side note, I am still working on sinday/sunday hcs, so expect those to pop up today. The ask box is still closed, but Admin Rae is hard at work.
“Will you please listen to me, (Name)?” Todoroki ask.
You are throwing clothes and toiletries into your travel bag. There is nothing to talk about. Nothing to listen to. You saw enough, and you aren’t in the mood to stay and see more.
You stop moving around the room and stare at him. Todoroki is standing by the door, watching you with concerned eyed. The bag lying on the bed is zipped and packed … and your boyfriend is standing in front of the only exit. You won’t get passed him. Both of you know it.
“If I listen to you, will you move out of my way?”
“Then fine. Go for it. Please try to explain yourself, Shouto. I’m eager to hear how this one will play out.”
“She came on to me. I promise you. I was just looking around the house when she cornered me,” he says, “Nothing happened. She tried to kiss me, and I pushed her away. You came in when she was trying to do it again.”
You smile at him. Unfolding your arms, you grab the small suitcase off the bed. Todoroki’s heart is pounding in his chest. You … you don’t believe him, do you?
“Thank you for that riveting tale, Shouto. Now will you please move out of my way.”
“You don’t believe me? You don’t believe that I love you? That I’d never cheat on you?”
“I guess I’m having a hard time picturing it,” you laugh, “Every past boyfriend didn’t have a problem doing it. But I must admit, no one has ever put on such a performance.”
You know what you saw. Your sister. Him. Her straddling his waist while his back was flat on the bed. You know what you say. You’ve seen it plenty of times with your past exes. Sometimes it amazes you how increabibly naive you can be. You bring your boyfriends and lovers here only to have them stolen away by your sister. You think you’d learn your lesson, but you really thought Todoroki was different. You thought that maybe, just maybe, you could have something … someone … she couldn’t have. But you’re a damn fool for thinking anything different.
“Shouto,” you whisper, “Please move out of my way.”
“You don’t get to walk out on us, (Name). I won’t let you. You’re not leaving until you believe me.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then I just have to try harder because I won’t lose you.”
“What’s your fucking damage?” Bakugou barks as he chases after you.
“Me? I’m fine! I’m real fucking fine.”
You storm over to your car, running down the steps of your porch. The bag over your shoulder feels like it weighs a ton. You don’t remember it feeling quite as heavy when you first arrived. The straps burn as they tug at your muscles, dragging and painfully stretching your shoulder downward. Why the fuck is this bag so damn heavy. You drop your duffle bag before the trunk open.
“Hey! Don’t fucking lie to me, (Name). I can see that shit on your face,” your boyfriend growls, slamming the trunk closed, “So I’m going to ask again. What the fuck is your problem, huh?”
You narrow your eyes when Bakugou snatches the keys from your hand.
“Katsuki, give me those keys.”
“Fat fucking chance.”
“Katsuki. I’m not kidding. Give me the keys.”
“Katsuki, give me those fucking keys,” you are shouting now, “I’m so fucking sick and tired of being here. Now give me those keys so I can get the fuck out of here and you can stay with her.”
“‘Oh, Katsuki-san, do you think you could show me a few moves after dinner?’” You say, mimicking the voice of your sister, “I’m not a fucking dumbass, Katsuki! I saw the way you were looking at her.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“It’s fine. I knew this was going to happen. Bakugou Katsuki only wants the best. Go back inside and get the better sibling. But I don’t want to be around for it so give me those goddamn keys!”
Bakugou’s brows are furrowed as he stares at you. You probably don’t realize it, but you’ve been crying ever since he snatched the keys from your hand. You pull at the insanely heavy duffle bag. Why won’t it move, dammit? You don’t need to be around for this. You don’t need to see the love of your life fall in love with your perfect sister of all people. The thought of her kissing your Bakugou makes bile rise in your throats, but you weren’t dumb. You saw the way they were looking at each other. And you’d rather be anywhere but here … watching him slip through your fingers … straight into her arms.
“Why is this bag so fucking heavy?”
Your shoulders are shaking as heavy sobs wrack through your body. You feel like an idiot crying in front of him. The only thing you want to do is drive down that road and not look back. Bakugou picks up your bag with ease. Opening the trunk with the keys in his hand, he tosses the duffle in and slams the trunk shut. You jump at the sound.
“I don’t give a shit if you want to leave or not. Go right fucking now. I don’t give a care,” Bakugou growls, “But you don’t get to leave without me, got it? So what do you want to do?”
“Fine. Wait for me to pack. I’ll be back in five minutes.”
You glare are your boyfriend who is leaning against the door. Your only exit. His hair is floating around him as he stares at you with his glowing, scarlet eyes. Your fists are balled at your sides. The tips of your nails are digging into the flesh of your palm. You know you’ll see crescent breaks in your skin when you open your hand.
“You need to cool off,” Aizawa says.
“So you’re just going to take her side?”
“I’m not taking sides, but you need to calm down.”
“I’m not the one at fault here!”
“Stop putting words in my mouth. I didn’t say it was your fault. But you need to make logical decisions, so cool off.”
“I thought this time would be different. I thought I could have somebody on my side for once, but no. Of course, everyone flies to perfect (s/n)’s defense.”
Aizawa watches you pace around the room with your arms folded across your chest.
“You know I guess I should be happier, right?” You smile shallowly, “This is the first time that your eyes have been on me since we’ve arrived. You can go back to the other room because I know I’m an eyesore compared to (s/n).”
Aizawa’s hair fall down. He is staring at you with his intense eyes of his.
“Is that really what you think, (Name)?”
Of course that’s what you think. That’s what everyone thinks. It’s what your parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles think. It’s what your last boyfriend thought when you found him kissing your sister in the coat closet. Your fiancé before that must’ve thought similarity as well. Because you found them together with his pants around his ankles literally in the palm of her hand.
“I came with you. I’m here with you,” he brings his hands up to cup your face, “I …”
Aizawa looks off to the side before his eyes return to yours.