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assortedseaglass · 1 year

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The Seamstress & The Sailor - Chapter Seventeen

Tom Bennett x OFC

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Warnings: Strong Language, Smut, World on Fire Spoilers

Word Count: 4.8K

Notes: Thank you for waiting so patiently everyone! Let’s just get on with it, shall we?

In the dwindling evening light, window open and net curtain flying before the dreaded blackouts were installed, Tom read the letters Bess had written him in those months he was missing.

Bess’ naked body tucked at his side, he read pages about Cora slow yet sweet romance with Roger, Fergal’s job as an air raid warden and his increasing reliance on alcohol, the little polish boy Jan, which was accompanied by a photo of him posing in Tom’s own football jersey, and of course, the aftermath of Albie’s death. Throughout it all, the letters were peppered with Bess’ increasing declarations of adoration. The moments she thought about Tom (at the Palais, her cigarette breaks at the hospital, cycling home with Douglas), her despair at not seeing him off and the fear that he wouldn’t come back, as Albie hadn’t. What she missed (their late nights in the kitchen, they way he’d gently tease her before winking, that smile), and how much she longed to see him. Throughout his discovery that Bess had always longed for him too, she had disappeared from his side just once; to pin a note on the door telling her friends that she had caught a bug at the hospital and not to come in.

Occasionally, Tom passed Bess a letter, coaxing her into reading it aloud with tender fingers at her cheek and whispered praises of her voice that made Bess shiver. It was during one such reading that she found herself with the offending letter pressed against Tom’s chest as she fought to keep herself upright.

“Fuck,” she moaned as, with a sudden jerk of his hips, Tom bucked into Bess’ heat.

“Keep reading,” he demanded through gritted teeth, fingers digging into the plump flesh of her thighs. A sheen of sweat coated the plane of his stomach, and Bess watched entranced as the muscles beneath the letter she held flexed. Through the haze of sex, she could barely make out her own handwriting, let alone read the words out loud. A hand smacked her bottom, and she cried out as it found its way back to her thigh and dragged her across Tom’s hips. “Keep. Reading.”

Opening her eyes just a little Bess saw, beyond the knit of his eyebrows and focus of his eyes, a smirk fading at the edge of his mouth. She’d missed that fucking smirk. Her cunt clenched around him and he groaned. “I won’t ask again, love.” Bess’ eyes flickered back to the letter held at his chest below her and continued to read, her voice hoarse with concentration.

“‘On the bus to work, or in the-the-’” her head fell forward as Tom used her thighs to slowly rake her body over his cock. “‘Or in the hospital, I get scared that people can read my mind. They have paintings of St Agatha and the King on the wall, and I can feel them judging my shame. I think of you each morning, Tom.’” At the hearing of his name, Tom’s eyes snapped open and he ran a hand along Bess’ thigh to her waist. She took a shuddering breath before continuing. “‘The first thing I do when I wake up, before I remove the blackouts or put on the kettle, is read your letter.’ Tom, please don’t make me continue.”

With great willpower, Tom stopped the lazy jerking of his hips and lay still. The hands that were working their way up her naked form came to grip her hips. Bess huffed needily and tried to grind herself against him, only to find she could not; the hands that held her against him prevented her from moving. Once more, her pussy quivered around him as she tried to move. Only Tom could be fully seated inside her and still be a tease.

“If you don’t keep reading,” Tom whispered. “I won’t keep fucking you.” Bess huffed again, bouncing a little in her lust-induced tantrum and Tom had to fight not to immediately go back on his word as the movement made her breasts bounce above him.

“‘I set it against my bedside table, next to your photograph, and imagine it’s you instead of my fingers.’ Oh, Tom-” he had begun his slow torture once more, guiding her hips up and down his swollen length. “‘Imagine your mouth, your fingers, your cock, as you said in your letter. No man has ever used his mouth on me before, Tom. You’ll never know how many times I’ve seen stars, dreaming of your head between my thighs, grinning at the thought of being the first man to do so.’”

“Fuck, Bess.” Tom laughed proudly, his head against the pillow. He smiled freely, cheeks dimpling, and Bess ran her hand from the letter to the smooth skin of his chest and back. She wondered how he’d react to being called beautiful, as he was in this moment. Feeling she knew the answer, Bess resolved instead to roll her hips and continue the sultry reading of her letter.

“‘Your body on mine isn’t the only thing I think of in those shameful early hours, or at night before I drift off into a you-filled sleep. I come undone by another thought. You said you think of my fingers, of what they can do’ -fuck,” The mention of her fingers made Tom buck messily upwards and hiss out a controlled breath. He lifted his head from the pillow to gaze at Bess. First, at the delicious fat of her hips that pillowed around the hard grip of his fingers, and the delicate dip of her waist. The light through the open window lit half her body and cast the other in shadow, accentuating every rounded, scintillating curve. Just a dirty thought from where his hand lay, Bess rose slowly up from his cock and he watched, mesmerised, as he appeared and disappeared within her, his length glistening with the slick of her sex. He licked his lips, not knowing that this was the reason Bess’ movement above him increased. Blocking his view, just a little, was the hand that held her letter against his chest, straining with the other to keep herself atop him. She leant forward on her locked elbows, the angle helping her to work her tight heat over him, and her breasts, swollen and pink with arousal, heaved with her shuddering breaths.

“Fucking hell, Bess,” One of his large hands left her hip to squeeze one of her breasts and she moaned as his fingers gently passed over one of her delicate nipples. “You’re a fucking goddess.” The praise went straight to Bess’ cunt and she brought her hips down on Tom harder than she had before, the slap of their skin making Tom swear under his breath. Pushing her auburn hair away from her face, Bess raised her hips and did it again. Tom’s head hit the pillow in bliss.

“‘You said you think of my fingers, of what they can do. That you imagine my mouth on you,’” She paused and looked down at him seductively through her thick eyelashes. “‘I imagine it too.’” Bess couldn’t continue. Tom wrenched the letter from her hand, threw it from the bed and pushed her hands from his chest. Instantly, they gripped at his shoulders, his own flush on her back as he sat up. Holding Bess in place, he swung his legs out from the bed so that he sat at its edge, his head level with Bess’ chest. Her legs wrapped tightly around his small waist and this, combined with the newfound position, caused the tip of Tom’s cock brush against the spongy spot within Bess’ walls that made her wail out in pleasure. Using his hands to pull her repeatedly against him, Tom fucked Bess’ dripping heat, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

“You feel, fuck,” Tom stuttered as Bess’ hand harshly wound its way into his hair. “So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips. Bess could do nought but nod frantically in agreement, her mouth agape. “Say it, love.”

“It feels so good,” she panted out and he drove himself upwards and into her at a shattering pace. Bess’s grip in his hair tightened painfully and he loved it, fighting with himself not to smirk as he lathed his tongue in hot kisses across her neck and collarbone.

It was when he took one of her breasts in his mouth, flicking his tongue over her hardened nipple with a mutter of “your tits are fucking incredible,” that Bess pushed at his chest and begged him to stop.

“Tom,” she whispered against his ear as he continued to suck at her breasts. “Tom, please. Stop.” His blue eyes fluttered up to look into her dark ones. There was no hint of worry in his eyes, for he knew she adored him, and this, but his eyebrows quirked as he rested his chin against the soft flesh of her bosom.

“What is it?” The tenderness of his voice almost drove Bess to fuck him harder.

“I don’t want to-” she steadied her breath and fought to get the words out, her mind clouded with images of their lovemaking. “I don’t want to finish yet,”

Tom beamed. “Enjoying it that much, are you? Bess Vaughn, you dirty little-” Bess silenced him with a hard yank to his hair, pulling his head back and exposing the strength of his long, elegant neck. His mouth fell open as she ran a tongue from his sharp collarbone to the nibble at his ear, all the while drawing her hips slowly across his. She felt his cock twitch within her and power sizzled in her veins.

“Don’t you want to know what my mouth feels like around you? Isn’t that what you said in your letter?” Bess whispered in his ear and Tom whimpered. When he didn’t answer, she pulled his hair again. “Well?”

“Yes.” Tom hissed, impatience peppering his lust-laden voice.

Satisfied, Bess rose from her position seated in Tom’s lap, gripping the base of his cock as he slid out of her. Her heart lurched at the emptiness she felt, her body wanting nothing more than to sink back onto him. The awe-struck gaze she saw in his eyes when she looked at him, the way those beautiful blues followed her every movement, however, spurred her on. Slowly, never once taking her eyes from his, Bess lowered herself onto her knees. The lace curtain lapped at her naked back and she shuddered, drawing level with Tom’s swollen and desperate length. He was painfully aroused, that Bess could tell. Leant back on his elbows, Tom’s eyes were hazy and dark as he watched her. In contrast to the pale stretch of his abdomen, his cock was pink, angry and weeping at its gloriously swollen head. Bess still held it at its base, and tentatively ran her hand along its shaft.

“Bess,” The nerves that had scratched at her stomach dissolved the moment Tom whispered her name. He watched, transfixed, as she brought her face to the nest of curls around him and licked her way from the base of his cock to its tip. When her tongue languidly ran over his slit, licking away the her slick and the precum that gathered on his head, a fire lit in Tom unlike that which any other woman had given him. It was no longer imagination, a dream. Just like he had done in his lonely bunk aboard ship, the image of Bess with her mouth around him swam into his mind. Only this time, it was real. “Please, Bess.”

She almost laughed. Oh, to be able to make Tom Bennett beg. Queenie Warren could never. Swallowing her chuckle, Bess took Tom full into her mouth instead, marvelling at the salty taste of him and the scent of their mingled arousal. One of Tom’s hands tangled in her hair, and she half expected him to fuck her mouth as so many other men had done; roughly, and without warning. Instead, he held her hair away from her face, pulling the sensitive strands at the nape of her neck. She moaned and the hand that wasn’t holding Tom to her mouth flew to her sensitive clit. Tom didn’t miss the action and groaned in pleasure.

With each welcoming thrust into her mouth, Bess took Tom deeper and faster. The sounds of her greedily lapping at his cock filled the room and with one fist in her hair, the other at his mouth, it took all of Tom’s (little) restraint not to cry out. It would be just his luck to have the boarding madam appear at the door and turf him out while he was balls deep in Bess’ beautiful mouth. A delicate hand came to cup his taut balls and it was Tom, this time, that begged Bess to stop. Only, as Bess had pawed at his shoulders and begged to use her mouth on him, Tom gripped her arms and tugged her away from his cock.

“What are you-” Bess’ question ended with a shriek of surprise as Tom took hold of her and spun her round, pushing her body into the bed with his. Forcing her legs open, of which they easily obliged, Tom lined himself up at her dripping entrance and forced his way into her heat. Bess whimpered with pleasure, and Tom stilled as he pressed every inch of himself into her. With the languid roll of his hips, Tom made love to her, his mouth coveting every inch of skin he could. He lapped at her full breasts as they bounced beneath him, nipped at the sensitive flesh of her collarbone over and over as it made her arch into him, and tightened his hold around her neck as with relentless desperation, he fucked her.

“Tom, please.” Her hand clung to his shoulder, the other his arse as with all the power she possessed, Bess held his sex within hers. Their abandonment of worry at the kitchen table prevailed in Bess’ bedroom, for with harsh thrusts and mewled praises, Tom spilled his hot seed inside Bess, crying out filthily as he did so. Fire flared in Bess once more and, at the sight of Tom’s open mouth, scrunched eyebrows and wild, bright eyes, her walls spasmed around his cock, holding him in place as he spent himself within her.

Tom collapsed on Bess’s body, one hand tenderly brushing hair from her shoulder to place a kiss there. In no time at all, Bess was giggling, fighting to hide her face in Tom’s scarred chest.

“What’s the matter with you, woman?” Tom chuckled and nuzzled at her face so she could hide it no longer. Bess brushed some sweat-slick hair from Tom’s forehead and ran her hand along his cheek.

“I can’t remember the last time I was happy. And now, I think I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” A tear creeped along her face and Tom wiped it away.

“Don’t be soft,” he whispered against her lips, but brought his arms around her waist to hold her close. When her giggles and tears had subsided, Tom rolled onto his side and retrieved the letter from the floor. Bess tried to take it from him, embarrassment replacing her fucked-out stupor, but Tom dashed from the bed and stood at the window. Backlit by the evening light, he looked like a sculpture, all hard lines and soft flesh. His arousal still stood proud, and Bess licked her lips. She thought she had been caught in her admiration when Tom whistled lowly, only to see his eyes roaming over the remainder of the letter.

“Don’t think James would have been too happy if he knew you were writing this filth to lowly old me.” His voice was cocky, but beneath it all Bess could hear Tom’s long held jealousy.

“I’m surprised you care what James thinks,” Bess countered, watching as Tom’s jaw hardened. “I saw him today. He asked me to dinner.” Tom’s eyes stayed on the paper but Bess could see he was no longer reading.

“Your dates with the invalid going well then?” Tom bit back, trying to sound casual through his defensive cruelty. Bess laughed at him, and a flicker of fear flashed on Tom’s face. Rejection. Sighing genially at the man before her, Bess stood from the bed and sauntered into the small kitchen. Tom’s eyes followed, watching the sway and jiggle of her plump bottom as she bent over the apron he had discarded in their first act of passion. She pulled something from its pocket, a small piece of paper, and returned to him. When she was nose to nose with Tom, their naked bodies mere inches from one another, she turned the paper to face him. His own sullen face stared back at him, and Tom’s eyes flickered from his own to hers.

“I’m never without you, Tom Bennett.” A feeling unlike any he had known bloomed in his chest, and instinctively, Tom placed a hand beneath his Dunkirk scar. Bess watched with a smile, taking a step closer and looking up at Tom’s handsome face. His hand curled at the warm flesh of her waist, and he kissed her. No sooner had their lips parted, was Tom too making his way into the kitchen, retrieving his abandoned slacks and pulling something from the pocket. From the kitchen, he grinned at Bess, revealing her portrait.

“I’m never without you, Bess Vaughn.” Eyes bright and hand outstretched, Bess beckoned him back to her side, and the bed. Swept up in his arms, laying on the wind-cooled sheets, Bess placed her portrait and Tom’s with the stack of letters on her bedside table, before kissing each of his long fingers in turn.

“He was nothing compared to you,” she whispered, placing his hand on her chest. “I ended it with him after Albie died, and you went missing. He just wanted to see me today before he goes back.”

“I can’t blame him there.” Tom smiled as a blush creeped across Bess’ cheeks. “Are you blushing, Miss Vaughn? After you let a man have his way with you?”

“Twice!”

The sun had set now, and a chill filled the little flat. Tom gripped the threadbare quilt that lay over Bess’ bedframe and draped it over them. They were silent a while, content to revel in each other’s vulnerability, as they should have done so long ago, when Bess spoke in a whisper.

“I didn’t want my heart to break again. Not even a little,”

“Could James have broken your heart?” Bess laughed at this.

“Not even a little,” she repeated. “Not in the way that Albie and you did.”

Tom rolled onto his side, bring the quilt across him and running a lazy hand over Bess’ curved hips. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his eyes following the movement of his hands. “About Queenie, I shouldn’t have shouted at you the way I did,”

“It’s not about Queenie.” Bess cut across him. “I was wrong, we both were. But I shouldn’t have let my anger at you stop me from saying goodbye.” She sniffled and Tom swept a thumb across her cheek to catch a tear.

“No more of those,” he said quietly. Bess nodded and swallowed back a sob, heaved a breath and continued.

“You broke my heart when you went missing. I had such thoughts of you in some labour camp, or alone and scared in God knows where. Or worse, buried somewhere I could never reach you, like Albie.” Her body shuddered and Tom brought her close.

“I’m too stubborn to die,”

“That’s exactly what I said to Lois! The first time you left,” A smile graced her face and Tom let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, tense at the mere thought of Bess’ sadness.

“Did you tell James too?” He said with a wink.

“No, though I did enjoy the thought that you’d ‘kill any man that got in your way’ of me,” she quoted the letter once more to him. Tom rolled Bess onto her back and pinned her in with his hands.

“I knew you were a strange one with wicked thoughts, but wishing someone dead?” Tom raised an eyebrow with glee.

“Oh hush,” Bess brought her legs to wrap around his waist and pull Tom towards her. He groaned as his cock grazed at her still sodden entrance. “They were your words.”

“I wish I’d known I could pleasure you with just my words sooner,” Tom ground into Bess’ body, teasing as the tip of his length jutted at her cunt. Bess moaned.

“I used to think of you beating Walter Watson, that night at the dance. God, you looked like a wild animal.”

“Was James wild?” Tom rolled his hips again and Bess whimpered.

“He kissed me once and it was all teeth and bad breath,”

“Poor boy. It takes more than a fumble to please my girl.” A hand ran up her side and he graced a thumb over one of Bess’ pert nipples. She sighed and her hold around his waist tightened.

“There were women for you,” Bess thought of his letter. I can’t kiss another woman and pretend it’s you, calling them by your name. She couldn’t bring herself to be angry nor jealous, for he was with her now. Tom shook his head a little and kissed her deeply before answering.

“Only one, and I called her by your name.”

Bess laughed against his mouth. “You really did that?” Tom grinned. “Poor girl.”

“Poor girl.” He echoed, running his tongue along Bess’ neck and delighting in the breathy moan it produced. “To think, all those men lining up for you at the dancehall, and not a one but that poor, bastard James got to touch you. These lips were made just for me,” Tom kissed her so slowly it made her head swim, but the reality of his last words sunk in and a whisper of embarrassment prickled up her neck.

“There was someone else, actually-” Tom devotions stopped abruptly and Bess scrabbled to reach him as he made to roll away. “But it was nothing, please believe me.”

“What happened?” Tom’s voice was hard with possessiveness and despite her embarrassment, heat pooled at the apex of Bess’ thighs. Best to get this over with, and quick.

“Well, I went round to your dad’s one day. You know we’re very alike, quiet and all that, but you are too! You and your dad, I mean. Anyway, he was so upset with missing you, as was I, and he did this thing where he scrunched his nose, just like you do and-and-” Bess shot a tentative glance at Tom. His eyes were unreadable as he listened and she hastily continued. “And he looked so like you, and I missed you so much, that-fuck, I don’t know what came over me, but I kissed him.”

Silence. Tom stared at her with questioning shock. Then, as if moving in slow motion, the corner of his mouth curled upwards.

“You kissed my dad?”

Bess nodded.

“Oh my God, you kissed my dad!?” Tom fell onto his back and roared with laughter. “The sly old bastard. Always wondered if he really could be my dad, we’re so fucking different, yet here we are going after the same girl.”

“He didn’t go after me!”

“Well, no. You went after him!” Tom eyes scrunched with mirth as he teased her, his laugher filling the small bedroom. “Here I was thinking you’d tell me about some dashing pilot friend of Roger’s, and it was my dad.”

“Do you really think I’d forget you so quickly, Tom Bennett?” Bess smacked his belly and his laughter subsided into giggles.

“I can’t wait to tell him,”

“You’ll do no such thing!”

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By mid-morning the next day, Bess and Tom were finally on the bus to Longsight. Bess planned to leave early and make the most of what was surely to be the last sunny Saturday until spring. Her plans were waylaid however, the moment Tom Bennet woke up and saw Bess at his side.

The bus moved through the city, and though there were no raids the previous night, evidence of the last still lingered. Groups of now homeless people were buffeted along by wardens, nursed and other volunteers, and Bess tried to spot her father in the crowds. He must already be home. Please, let him be home. Reading her thoughts, Tom squeezed her hand from the seat beside her.

Within half an hour, Tom and Bess were walking hand in hand along the pavement of their childhood home. Mrs Flaherty, Mrs O’Connell were stood chatting to Mrs Mason in her doorway, her children playing in the street. At the sight of Tom, Mrs O’Connell hurried to him and kissed his cheek. Dennis Warley cycled past on his postman’s bike and tipped his cap.

“Good to see you home, lad.”

“Nicest thing he’s said to anyone in ages,” Bess whispered in Tom’s ear and he laughed. A voice called out to them from across the road.

“It’s about bloody time!” Lois was pushing a pram towards the Bennett house, smiling as she watched her brother walking hand in hand with Bess.

“Keep the littlun awake, I’ll be over in mo,” Tom shouted back, and Bess felt herself glowing with adoration at his affection towards his niece. “Got something important to do first!”

“What is that, might I ask?” Bess gazed at his aquiline profile. He merely grinned at her, before stopping outside her house. He dropped her hand to knocked on the red door. It opened instantly to reveal Dot, her hair freshly curled, and holding a cup of tea.

“Hello you two,” she winked mischievously and moved away from the door, letting them in. Bess tutted at her little sister. Tom winked back and Dot giggled. In the cosy kitchen of their home, Cora stood at the sink, washing dishes from the morning’s breakfast that Fergal was finishing by the hearth.

“Hiya, dadda.” Bess gave him a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Glad to see you safe.”

“Thank you, my girl.” He looked up with tired eyes, taking her in before moving to the man behind her. “Tom,” he stood from his seat and shook his hand. “I can’t tell you how happy I was when Dot told me you were home in one piece. Your dad was near bursting when I saw him at the pub last night.”

Bess watched Tom try to hide his pleased smile. “Thank you, Fergal.” The older man sat back in his armchair. “I only wish Albie had come home with me too. I’m sorry-”

Fergal waved his hand. “Don’t you be bringing our sadness to your good news.” Bess’ eyes found Cora’s, and they smiled sadly to each other.

“Actually, Fergal,” Tom cleared his throat and all eyes turned to him. “I’ve come looking for a bit more good news of my own.”

“Is that so?” Fergal’s voice was measured, but Tom saw something in the gleam of his eye that told him he knew what was coming.

“Yes, sir.” Dot shuddered with anticipation when Tom addressed Fergal thus, and Cora smacked her on the arm. Fergal sat a little straighter, and Tom took a deep breath. “I came to ask your permission to court your daughter.” At this, Dot actually shrieked and Cora hissed a warning to her. All the while, Fergal kept his eyes appraisingly on Tom. After a moment’s silence, he looked to his daughter, stood behind Tom.

“And what do you say, my girl?” Her dark eyes shining, Bess simply nodded. Looking back to Tom, Fergal winked with a smile. Before Bess could even reach a hand out to Tom’s, Dot, bursting with happiness and no longer able to contain her excitement, hurried across the room and buried her face in his chest.

“I thought it would never happen.”

Notes: St Agatha is one of the patron saints of nurses. So pals, the next instalment will be the last for this volume of The Seamstress & The Sailor. When the next series of World on Fire is released, I fully intend to revisit these characters and/or rewrite how Tom’s story ends (please don’t make him die), for the second volume.

Going camping over the weekend so I’ll be offline for a few days, see you soon!

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izzielizzie93 · 1 year

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High School Sweethearts Part 3-J Burrow

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Part 3! Thank you everyone that has liked, shared, and commented! Part 4 is going to be the last :)

Wordcount: 1.2K

College!JoeBurrow x College!Reader

Happy Reading :)

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Waking up the next morning, I kept my eyes closed for as long as possible hoping sleep would find me again. When I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I opened my eyes and froze at the sight before me. Star Wars memorabilia was scattered on the shelves and men’s clothing was strewn about on a chair and the floor.

Breathing deeply to try to calm myself down, I lifted the blanket to confirm that I was naked. Panicking, I didn’t dare move a muscle as my eyes searched the bedside table for my phone. Once I spotted it, I slowly reached out and brought it to me. I looked back through texts from the night before from Kasey and Sarah.

11:00PM

~Where are you?~

~Hellooo, you went out for air and disappeared??~

11:30PM

~Joe isn’t here anymore!~

~Stop hiding and get out here!~

11:45PM

~Image: Bonfire~

12:30AM

~OMG Trent said you left with Joe?!~

~Girl you’d better stop playing & text us back!~

I then spotted a reply I don’t remember making…

1:30AM

~Image: Joe sleeping with his back facing me~

~Holy shit! YESSSSS~

~You fucking didn’t omg~

~Details tomorrow!~

“Morning,” I froze and turned my screen off as Joe rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. “Uh, morning.” I mumbled. “Do you need water or Tylenol?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Uh, water would be good.” I whispered, not trusting my voice.

Joe rolled over and shuffled around, coming into my view a moment later in a pair of sweats. He turned back and gave me a wink before exiting his bedroom. I took the time to hastily pull on my jeans and top and throw my hair up into a bun.

“Leaving already?” Joe pouted when he came back in. I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “Joe!” We both turned toward the door at the sound of Robin’s voice. Did they see me come home with him? Do they know I’m still up here? “Relax, they were out late. Passed out when we got here.” He said, handing me the water and pill bottle before exiting.

Not waiting for him to come back, I grabbed my phone and ran across the hallway to the bathroom. With trembling fingers, I called my older sister. “Lindsey!” I breathed a sigh of relief when she answered. “What’s up?” She asked. “I am like 100% sure I slept with Joe last night after we went to a party.” I slid down onto the floor. “Y/N!” She scolded. “I know, I know.” I dropped my head, “I’m also still here and I don’t know how to escape without his parents seeing me. I cannot believe this is happening.”

She let out a bemused sound; but then someone knocked at the door. “Y/N, are you in there?” Joe called. “Fuck, I have to go.” I whispered. “Good luck dumbass.” My sister laughed and hung up. “Be right out!” I called back. I rifled around and found makeup wipes to clean up my face. I redid my hair to make it more presentable and I opened the door.

Joe was back in his room, still in the sweatpants and sitting on the bed. “Do they know I’m here?” I asked and he shook his head. “How the hell am I supposed to get out of here without being caught?” I crossed my arms and remained standing. “You can just say you stopped by this morning. It’s already noon so…” He shrugged. “This is not an outfit I would wear to stop by and I can’t even find my bra.” I huffed.

He laughed and leaned over to the side of his bed and pulled out my bra. Tossing it over, he continued to watch me until I told him to turn around. After putting the bra on, I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You remember last night, right? I didn’t take advantage of you did I?” Joe asked nervously. Once I had fully woken up, the memories all came back to me. “No, I remember.” I said quietly.

“Do you regret it?” He asked, and I could feel his eyes locked on me. “I don’t know.” I sighed, focusing on the floor.

“I don’t,” It was so quiet I almost missed it. My heart began to race and I felt my cheeks burn. “So now what, do we ignore each other and then sleep together when we come home for the holidays?” The words came out without me even thinking. “I don’t want that.” Joe shuffled down to the end of the bed and sat next to me.

“Then what the hell do you want?” I spat. “I’ve fucking missed you so much.” He admitted. “Well, you made the decision to break up and swore up and down it would never work, so…” I trailed off.

“Have you dated anyone at LSU?” He asked and I shook my head. “I haven’t dated anyone either.” He added. “Ok, and?” I asked, keeping the anger right at the forefront of my emotions. “I don’t want to date anyone else and I don’t want you to either.” He reached over and took one of my hands in his. I almost pulled away but the butterflies in my stomach surprised me.

“Joe, you can’t just expect this to all get better because we slept together last night.” I began, “I can’t stand the idea of going back to school and worrying that I’ll get a text saying ‘sorry I changed my mind’, I literally fucking just went through all of those feelings and I’m finally feeling normal again.” It felt good to get all of these feelings off of my chest as I sat there in a bedroom I used to feel so comfortable in.

“I fucked up Y/N, I know I did. I’m sorry for everything, I almost called and texted you so many times when you left and I chickened out.” Joe explained evenly. It made me feel worse knowing I was trying so hard to fight back tears and Joe was so composed.

“I want to show you that I’m all in. I don’t care that we’re not at the same school. I promise to call and text you every single day.” Joe continued, “I’ll stand here and beg you if I have to. Please.” Joe’s calm demeanor cracked, his voice faltering at the last word, please.

“I need time to think, Joe. Right now, I really just need to go home and sleep off this hangover.” Joe gingerly placed my hand back in my lap and I had to fight the urge not to take hold of his again. I had too many feelings swirling around and I needed to leave before I made a decision I might regret.

Once I’d safely gotten home, I ran up to my room and threw myself onto my bed.

“I’m so fucked.”

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Ok so I never expected to drag this out, I’m having too much fun with it… (Also the GIF is exactly the face I pictured Joe making when the reader is leaving & he didn't get what he wanted)

Thank you everyone that has stuck around for my overindulgent writing.

Please comment, feedback is appreciated. Anything from awesome to this is the worst thing you've ever read...

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hyungieyoongi · 1 year

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Hero

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers + Fluff + Jin saves the day

Word Count: 800+

A/N: requested by my amazing bestie @jiminshairline I hope you like this fluffiness and presh jinnie can give you some comfort

For how big the city was, you seemed to have the worst luck when it came to running into people you were trying to avoid. Your ex-boyfriend of three years just happened to be the one you wanted to avoid the most. And here he was, walking down the street, about to pass the bus stop that you were waiting at impatiently for your ride home from the office.

He had his headphones on and was staring at his phone. Any minute now he would look up and see you; the two of you had not left things on great terms, and you were not in the mood for the awkward, feigned conversation that came with a spontaneous run-in with your ex.

You looked around, hoping for an escape. There was only one other person at the bus stop with you. His face was hidden behind a mask, hair nearly reaching his eyes. He was tall, wearing a button down and slacks under his overcoat; he must be coming from work, too. He had a messenger bag slung onto his right shoulder. From what you could tell, his shoulders looked broad.

Maybe I could hide behind him, you thought jokingly.

You tapped his arm, giving him an apologetic smile. He looked at you blankly, blinking aggressively as if he didn’t realize someone else was at the stop with him this whole time.

“Hi, I’m really sorry to bother you, but I have a small favor to ask,” you started. The stranger quirked an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue. “My ex is literally walking down the street right now, and since I physically cannot melt into a puddle and disappear on this sidewalk, could you please, please start talking to me like we’re best friends, so he won’t stop and say hi?” You had never sounded so desperate in your life.

“What’s your name?” the stranger asked. You were so shocked that he seemed to be agreeing to help you that you didn’t respond at first. “Quick, give me your name, before he sees,” he murmured, quieter than before so as not to let passersby overhear.

“Y/N.”

The stranger took off his mask, revealing a handsome face. He looked to be about your age, brown eyes warming in what appeared to be fake recognition. His plump lips parted in a blinding smile.

“Y/N! I thought that was you! What a nice surprise to see you here,” the man said, enthusiastically pulling you into a hug. You let out an oomph sound in surprise when you were pushed into his firm chest, awkwardly patting him on the back. He was really taking this performance seriously.

You pulled away, but the man kept his hands on your shoulders, talking at you animatedly about how he couldn’t wait to catch up with you. He glanced behind you briefly, eyes narrowing slightly at someone. His gaze went back to you, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I must say, you look even prettier than the last time I saw you,” the man said, winking at you.

Your cheeks flushed, eyes wide with surprise. The man let out a loud laugh, removing his hands from your shoulders after a few seconds.

“Sorry about that, but from what I could tell your ex saw us and stopped for a second. I thought I’d really make sure he didn’t want to chat. I’m Seokjin—Jin—by the way,” your rescuer held out his hand for you to shake. You took it gratefully.

“Jin, thank you so much. You literally saved the day.”

“It’s no problem. It was kind of fun, actually,” Jin said, still smiling at you.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing before I interrupted your day,” you said, not wanting to bother him any more than you already had. You looked through your purse for your phone, wanting to have something to fiddle with so Jin didn’t feel pressured to keep talking to you if he didn’t want to.

“Actually,” Jin started. You looked up from your bag, making eye contact with the handsome stranger again. “Do you want to grab a cup of coffee at the café around the corner? This bus seems to be taking longer than usual.” Jin asked, small smile on his face.

“Come to think of it, you definitely deserve a coffee, my treat, after being my hero,” you said, laughing lightly. Jin tapped his chin, his facial features scrunching as if deep in thought.

“A real hero wouldn’t let you pay, right? Maybe it should be my treat.” Jin nodded firmly, seeming to agree with his own thought.

“Then how can I repay you? For rescuing me today.”

“How about after coffee you give me your number? Only after you talk to me and decide I am completely charming, of course.”

“And if I don’t find you charming?” you countered.

“Impossible,” Jin responded confidently.

“Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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invisibleraven · 11 months

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“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” for Rulie, plz and thank you!

Reggie is by nature, a huge flirt. He always has a crooked grin and a wink for any number of fans screaming at a Sunset Curve show, or at the ice cream parlour. Heck, he's probably flirted with every wait staff or service worker there is in the greater LA area.

Sure, he never takes it very seriously, and he strikes out more than he scores, but every so often, he gets the recipient to giggle or blush, and he considers that a win. Even more so when he ends up with their lipstick smudged around his mouth and their number in his phone.

Most don't go further than that, his flings tend to fizzle out pretty quick once the girls get over the whole dating a rock star thing. But it doesn't dishearten Reggie, he just shrugs and keeps on flirting, moving onto the next.

In hopes that he can find something real.

Then their manager brings them in to introduce them to their opener for the summer tour; Julie Molina.

Reggie had heard her stuff before, amazed with her skill on the piano and her voice damn near blew him away. But this is his first time seeing her and... wow she's pretty. Her hair is a mass of curls that he just wants to bury his hands in (he won't though, he's a respectful dude and he's listened to Willie talk about touching people of colour's hair more often than not). Her eyes are sparkling brown pools, and when she smiles, he melts at the little gap in her teeth.

His thoughts are a little less flowery and...respectful as he takes in the rest of her, but yeah, Julie is a major babe.

One he knows that he probably has no chance with. And even if he did, he can't hit on, because she's essentially a coworker and he doesn't want to piss her off or make the tour uncomfortable. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to try when she casts a near predatory look over his form.

"Julie," she says, offering a hand to him.

"Reggie. I'm Reggie! Hi!" he says, shaking her hand, sure he's blushing up to the tips of his ears. Even more so when Julie giggles at his bluster.

As the summer goes on though, Reggie's resolve starts to wane. Because he gets to know Julie, and she's so perfect for him, liking country music, dogs, and his terrible jokes. Plus she can go toe to toe with Luke when it comes to music and happily has dance offs with Alex. She even sits and draws with Willie on long bus rides.

Plus she flirts with Reggie every chance she gets.

Little compliments and silly pick up lines. Touching him as she passes, little gifts that made her think of him. He reciprocates that in kind, even if it's just a funny meme or cute puppy video. But then she smiles that gap toothed smile at him or scrunches her cute little nose and he blushes bright red, enough to rival his bass every time.

"You ever gonna make a move bro?" Luke asks about half way through the tour.

"Yeah right," Reggie replies. "There's no way she'd ever... and besides, I don't wanna mess up the tour."

"Dude," Luke said, laying a hand on Reggie's shoulder. "You won't. Plus she has been flirting with you literally all tour. Please put us all out of our misery and make a move."

"I just get so... flustered every time I try though," Reggie whined.

“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen."

Reggie turns and there stands Julie, smiling wide and he's sure he's blushing furiously. She sways over to him, flipping a strand of hair off his forehead. "So, you got something to ask me?"

Reggie sees Luke scoot off, shooting him a double thumbs up before he disappears. He turns his gaze back to Julie, and summons his best flirty look. She's sending him every signal there is, the go ahead is right there.

"You wanna.. maybe.. go out? With me?" he squeaks.

Gosh darn her lipid eyes and adorable nose and smug smile and curvaceous... everything has got him tripping over his tongue yet again. He's blushing and apart to pull himself away in disgrace when Julie winds her arms around his neck.

"Thought you'd never ask." Then she pulls him down for a kiss that has his mind reeling, and he's not sure his feet are still on the ground after it.

Their first date is some little pizza place on their next tour stop. They return there every year on their anniversary, and even bring Luna there when she's older.

And Julie never stops flustering Reggie, but he is totally okay with that as he pulls his wife closer to kiss the smug little smile off her face.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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theshiplife · 1 year

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Mizuki x Highwire: Saving You

So if you know Fortnite their are two skins in the battle pass which are…

HIGHWIRE

MIZUKI

So me and my best friend both have these skins and we gave them a background of them being married, but this is just a little one-shot I created😊

Somewhere deep in the mega city, the high card gang have captured someone who has been a thorn in their side for months now.

The high card boss enters a secluded room similar to a vault, “well well, we finally meet” he says as he pulls up a chair in front of the person who they have tied up with their hands behind their back in a chair also holding their head down.

“You know you have been a problem for me and my money for awhile now” he says as he lights a cigarette with his lighter, illuminating the captives face as she lifts her head revealing a bloody nose.

She smirks, “Now now I wouldn’t consider myself a problem more of a person who wants what she wants and she takes it”. The high card takes a drag from his cigarette, “ Listen here girl” , “ Names Highwire, you would be smart to remember it” she says as she leans back in the chair.

“Yeah well, I tend not to remember names of thieves, you have taken important information from my database and I want it back”, she chuckles, “you think I’ll give it back just because you asked? You’re dumber than you look”.

“Alright fine you wanna play that way? Fine.” He says as he burns out his cigarette on her arm and she winces. He stands at full height “ We’ll use torture methods to get what I need out of you “, “ ooohh good old fashioned torture methods eh? I might tell you if it meant an end to the pain but then again I might like it too much and then you have a whole new problem on your hands”.

“What do mean by that?”, one the guards ask, Highwire looks at the guard in the eye, “oh you’re stupid huh? I can work with stupid, mommy likey dummy”. She says as she winks. The high card boss looks at Highwire with disgust, “Go get the tools”, “oh by the way, are we near water?”, they all look at each other confused by the question, seeing no concern as to not tell her why he answers, “Uh yes…why?”, she crosses her legs and smirks, “No reason”.

Meanwhile outside the vault, men in white suits stand on guard with smg’s in their hands guarding the area around the vault in the city, as they walk around one guard is looking down the street and glances at the top of one the buildings he swears he sees someone perched at the top looking down, he does a double take but whatever it was disappears from view. Another guard comes up behind him, “What are you looking at man?”, “I thought I saw something bu-“, he turns to look but as soon as he turns to look at the other guard a knife is lodged in the other guards head as blood spatters out and gets on him, he readies his gun but as soon as he does a punch comes to his face and he falls on the ground, the assailant then stabs him in the neck while covering his mouth so he won’t scream and raise an alarm, “Shhh” they say as the guard dies, the assailant goes to the first guard and pulls the knife from his head and opens it to revealed to be a fan to get the blood off. They look towards the area that the vault is in and scopes out their next target.

“Oomph!!” Highwire grunts as she gets punched in the face. “Listen to me ya little shit! You’re gonna tell me where my information is or else!”, she chuckles “ Or else what? You’re already torturing me so what else are you going to resort to?”, the boss looks at her with confusion, “Why are you not afraid? I don’t understand”. “Heh well let’s just say I’m married to someone who is very powerful and overprotective of me”, he chuckles “Oh yeah and who might that be?”.

Suddenly the radio on one of the guards starts to speak, “ We’re taking heavy casualties out here!! Attacker is a woman with a blue kimono!!”, Highwire smiles at the description she hears of the woman, the boss grumbles and grabs the radio, “Rgghh!! Just kill her and report back immediately!!”, Highwire cuts in “Yeah no that’s not gonna happen!”, she yells, the boss looks at her with anger across his face turns to her and slaps her and yells “SHUT UP!!, status update now!!”, static comes through the radio “We’re still taking heavy casualties out here!!! Where is she?!?!-AAAHHHH!!!”. The guards in the vault look at the radio in shock, “GODAMMIT!!!”, he yells as he chucks the radio across the room, “Ready your weapons now!”, they all have their smg’s at the ready, “What happened boss?”, “What are you deaf?!?! That guard had the vault card key”.

They stand at the ready with guns locked on the door, there is a tense silence until the alarm indicating that the vault card has been used, the door slowly starts to open, Highwire chimes in, “You guys ever heard of the river clan?”, they all open their eyes wide in shock, one guard asks Highwire, “Y-you mean the clan that’s ruled over by the river empress Mizuki?”, the door is now opened all the way revealing the river outside, “Yeah that’s my wife.” , Mizuki then emerges from the water with her fans at the ready, they open fire on her but she instead blocks the bullets with a wall of water, she flows through it and enters the vault and makes quick work of the guards by stabbing them both they fall to the floor dead, as they fall they reveal Mizuki standing in front of the boss.

The boss gets on his knees and starts to beg her to spare him, “Empress please spare me! I didn’t know she was of such grave importance to you!”, she stares at him with no emotion, “Please I’ll do anything to make up for this mista-“, she points her fan’s knife edge at his face and then lifts his chin up with it so that he’s looking her in the eye, “please one chance is all I need, have mercy”, Mizuki looks pass him at Highwire who she sees with cuts and bruises from her torturing session and she looks back at him, “You forfeited your life when you touched her.”, he looks at her wide eyed just before she slits his throat, he grabs it to no avail and falls over dead.

Highwire smiles at Mizuki, “Have I ever told you how hot you are?”, Mizuki rolls her eyes but smiles underneath her mask nonetheless, “you may have perhaps once or twice” She said as she goes over to untie her wife’s hands from behind her back, Highwire rubs her wrist with her hands, Mizuki comes around the front and kneels in front of her cupping her face, “you ok needle-noggin?”, Highwire looks at her wife in the eyes and then pulls Mizuki’s mask down to reveal her full face, Highwire then kisses her passionately before pulling back and looking at her in the eyes, “Better now that you’re here”, Mizuki blushes and pushes her mask back up, she helps her wife up out of the chair and puts her arm over her shoulder and they walk out of the vault stepping over the dead bodies.

Mizuki summons a wave on the water so they can get back home by way of the river, “we need to get home so I can dress your wounds darling”, Highwire looks at her “Thank you again ripple”, “You’re my wife, of course I’m going to save. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you”, “Well when we get home how about I show you that I’m not going anywhere”.

To be continued?

#fortnite #self ship #headcanon #oneshot

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noface-phantom7 · 2 years

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Bodyswap: “Seth In Stone”

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part Two of Kinda Victor-ious)

“That was intense…” Jude rolled over to his back beside me, panting as his chest heaved up and down and a smile plastered over his face. “Remind me again why we never had sex before?.” he adds, laughing to himself then brings one hand up to trace the puddle of essence on his chest.

I laughed along with him as I tried to catch my breath in the afterglow, smirking wide as I felt myself soften. It had been a good couple of hours now, yet I was still in Victor’s body; and I owned it like it was mine. I haven’t had this much fun for a while, didn’t think I’d ever get to act on my urge to screw someone, yet I’ve been presented with the chance to do just that—but only in the body of another person.

I’m not complaining though, why would I when the universe basically turned me into the man I admired and envied for a long time, and then let me shag his stud of a boyfriend? This is more than a dream-come-true to me.

“Guess I was just nervous.” I lied, shrugging. I didn’t know what the deal between Victor and Jude was, but it turned out the latter had been trying to convince Victor to lay with him after spending eight months as boyfriends. From what I can tell, they quarreled because the real Victor kept refusing—but since he wasn’t here now, I gladly accepted Jude’s offer.

“Why would you be?” Jude laughs, turning to his side to face me before raising an eyebrow. Before I could even respond, he pulls me in, then locks our lips together. It was hot, way hotter than when I kissed a girl in junior year. Jude’s musk also enveloped me, strong and manly, intoxicating, as I gave in to it, fully melting under his touch.

Once we parted, I couldn’t help but feel my face heat up, a smirk rising up from the corner of my mouth the same with Jude. We just stare at each other for a while, unspeaking, until Jude breaks the silence.

“I think we should go out to celebrate.” He tells me, winking as he pulls himself up. “I gotta wash all this off too, next time I’m the one topping.” he adds, gesturing to his chest and his behind. I just laugh it off, nodding as he tosses a towel to me before showering.

I sighed contently, sprawling on the bed for a while before getting to my feet. The sun had finally broken through the gray skies from earlier, shining bright outside as blue filled the sky, signaling a warmer day ahead.

Everything was going great, I briefly wiped the remaining globs dripping down from my member, before putting my pants back on. I really can’t risk looking out the balcony with my new junk hanging around. I did refrain from putting my shirt back on yet, though. I laughed at the idea, before heading over to the balcony to look outside.

The snow was already thawing out and the streets cleared, yet I could still feel the cold breeze in my skin. Even the railings were cold, but I wanted to take my time to show this body off to people passing around below. The building was at the west edge of the campus, and beneath me was the street. I could already see eyes drifting up to stare at me, a couple people even whispering among themselves, and I couldn’t help but grin.

It was only when I looked down to see an all-too-familiar figure stepping out of a bus across the street that it dropped. I knew that blonde hair like the back of my hand, that face and stature, that I’ve always seen. I felt myself freeze, especially as I saw him shove his hands into his pockets, glancing up my way before grinning. He winks, then disappears into the walking crowd.

I gripped the cold railing tight as my knuckles went white, speechless.

Of course I knew him all too well—I saw that same face in the mirror everyday. That was me, or at least my old self. And whoever that person was, he was freely walking around in my body.

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I woke up with a start when I felt myself fall out of the bed—couch?

It was too dark to see from the slivers of light entering through the cracks of the window curtains from the streetlight outside and the beginning of a sunrise. Despite that, I knew something was immediately wrong—I was in the living room and not in my bed.

In my hand was Richard’s toy, Sarah, and I already had an inkling of what happened. I pulled myself to my feet, feeling a little less lithe and a few inches shorter. The light switch was just a few steps ahead, and bright light filled the room as soon as I flipped it.

I looked down, and instead of my pajamas, I was wearing jeans. Instead of my old high school shirt, I was wearing a hoodie instead. I stared at my hands, touched my face, and ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t even need to check myself in the mirror to know I’ve somehow ended up in Seth’s body.

I quietly tip-toed up the stairs, and up to my room. It was unlocked, and when I peered through the door I could see myself snoring peacefully under the sheets. Which led to just one conclusion—I somehow swapped bodies with Seth.

I brought Sarah, the plush tiger, up to my face and examined it in the dim light. I sighed, then grinned. It still worked. I used to own this as a child, before passing it on to Richard when he was four.

I never told anyone how it worked, but Seth must have somehow accidentally wished for something before sleeping—and last I saw him was a few hours ago dozing off on the couch. This toy seemingly grants a subpar version of a wish done right before sleeping with it. I’d know, of course, because it’s what I used to get most of the things I had.

The catch though, that it granted a mediocre version of a wish. Looking at me and Seth now, me in his body, and I’m guessing him in mine, he might have wished for something else but ended up getting this.

I wanted to freak out, instead, all I felt within me was excitement—the type when you’re trying out a new ride at an amusement park. Seth had been a good family friend, he’d come over to sit my younger brother because my mother had long since distrusted me after coming out. He’s frequently around, (I’d be stupid to not notice how much he looks at me) and he’s grown up into a fine man. Last I remember, he was playing for the soccer team, and I’ve had these images of him from months ago because…of reasons.

He worked himself out too, like I did, though I have never felt any sort of attraction towards him besides the obvious and common awe when looking at a stud like him—besides right now. I felt the toned muscles under the hoodie, and grinned to myself as I stuffed Sarah into its pocket before rushing towards the bathroom.

I know the capabilities of Sarah, wishes like this don't follow the 24-hour rule, and the only likely way to reverse it is to wish back. A plan brewed in my head just as soon as I entered the room. Seth was nineteen, just two years younger than I am, and was graduating senior year this summer. If this wish keeps, that means I could start over college in Seth’s body, and as Seth, far away from Jude.

I needed to get away from here the soonest, before either of them woke up and before mom came home, it would be weird to have all of us here. I pulled the hoodie off, and found I was also wearing a black top underneath. I could see the muscles underneath, and the strong arms, feeling myself immediately getting rock hard.

I tried to shake it off my head, and grabbed my old toothbrush. I had to try to distract myself for a bit, to hold the urge off for a while. Whilst brushing my teeth, a thought occurred to mind. I fished Seth’s—or, my new phone out of my pocket, and snapped a photo in the mirror.

I grinned at the result, but almost frowned and rolled my eyes when I only felt myself getting hotter. The beast under seemed to be trying to break through the cloth, tenting out so much that I couldn’t even think straight and brush properly. I let one palm drift towards the tip, and I immediately gasped then stifled out a moan at the contact.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with.” I mutter to myself, grinning as I spat out into the sink. I pulled my pants off quickly, clenching my jaw to stop myself from moaning loud as soon as it was out. I couldn’t help but grin at the length similar to mine but had more girth.

I dug around the cabinet, remembering the small bottle of lube that I had left here from the last time I sneaked one in. It still stood hidden behind old bottles of shampoo, and I smirked as I pulled it out.

I set out to work with it, and let’s just say the rest was history.

When I set out of the place, the sky had just started to get bright. I brought the toy Sarah with me, and quickly went to Seth’s house to change clothes. I’ve been here a couple of times as well, trick or treating, or whenever Mrs. Burnham would invite us over. The front door was locked, though the backdoor wasn’t so I let myself in. I wasn’t staying for long anyway, at least for the day, I just stopped by to change clothes.

The inside was quiet, and I confirmed that I was alone when I saw a note on the fridge door that said Mrs. Burnham was staying with her sister for today to help her fix her shed. I shrugged, and walked through the expansive residence.

Once I was in Seth’s room, I had to almost physically stop myself from staring at my shirtless self in the mirror, in fear of going for round two. Instead, I busied myself digging through the dresser. I wanted to laugh, Seth’s wardrobe was very similar to mine so it wasn’t too hard to pick.

The cold was a little more bearable today, though I imagine it would be slightly less cold where I’m headed so I opted for something simple and comfortable. I didn’t have much plan for today, only to get rid of something, and maybe roam around town in my new body. I settled for a simple black and white top.

Seth didn’t seem to have a car, which was a little disappointing, but I shrugged it off and instead settled to ride the bus. Though I found myself rubbing it out, again, real quick on the couch before leaving lest I walk around with a raging hard-on for people to see.

The bus ride was a little strange, I hadn’t needed to ride one ever since I got myself a car, so it almost felt foreign to me. If there was one thing I missed in my old body, maybe it was my license and my car keys. I leaned back on the seat, and mindlessly scrolled through my phone.

Still, I felt a little thankful about what happened—other than this body, of course, I had other reasons. One was my estrangement with my mother; she didn’t necessarily hate me, she does tolerate me but with steel-cold civility. I had friends, but sometimes I needed a parental figure to at least be there with me. Maybe Seth’s mom was a little more accepting.

Second, Jude and I had been together for almost a year, and everything between us had just started falling apart in the last couple of weeks. Jude’s always asking me to have sex with him, penetrative, and I wasn’t too comfortable in the idea yet. It was a couple of days ago when I found out he’d been screwing my past teammates, and a couple of my campus friends both men and women that it snapped.

In my mind, I kept picturing her lips on his neck—and I can’t unsee it. I couldn’t even bear to look at him, and now after all this, I was glad that I wouldn’t have to anymore. Whatever’s going to happen, I’ll let Seth handle it himself since he’s the new Victor now.

The bus skids to a halt after a while, my stop, the one right across our window back on campus. I smirked once I stepped off the vehicle and found him lounging out in the balcony, grinning at the people who snuck glances at him. He was shirtless even in this cold, and he enjoyed the attention.

I watched the smile drop from his face once our eyes crossed—now it was my turn to grin at him. The lights were just turning red, as I shoved my hands on my jean pockets, before winking at him. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and I could almost laugh at the very familiar face staring at me. I took this time to disappear into the crowd crossing the street.

Now, it was time for my next move, which was to get rid of Sarah. I didn’t want to destroy it, nor give it back to Richard or keep it anywhere the vicinity of the three of us, so my plan was to leave it in a donation box somewhere since this place had a couple of orphanages that ask for toy donations every now and then; maybe whoever ends up with this could get help from it too.

I didn’t get as many stares as I did when I still had my own body, but I didn’t mind at all—I still got a few anyway, so everytime I passed by a guy eyeing me, I wink at them. A couple of them would turn red, and I could laugh to myself how this body’s boyish looks would score me another boyfriend, someone better than Jude I hope.

I found one donation box after a near twenty-minute walk, it was for some child center downtown, and I didn’t hesitate to drop the toy in. I muttered a quiet sorry to Richard back home, but couldn’t help release a sigh of relief and smirk once I'd left the box.

Now, this should be permanent, set in stone, with no chance of reverting it.

I couldn’t care less if the real Seth would regret his wish some time soon, that would be his fault anyway, meanwhile I was finally free from everything that’s been causing me trouble these days. Of course I’d still come across my old family back home, though they won’t notice I was someone else, then I’d leave the town for college in a couple of months too.

I nodded to myself, smiling softly as I went on ahead. I know it’s a little too early to plan ahead, but there’s nothing that can be done to break out of this anyway. I won’t even need much of Seth’s memories, considering I’m starting over in a few months, somewhere far from here and home.

I shrugged, then found a bus to ride back home, where I can finally take my time in exploring my new self.

#male transformation #short story #male body switch #male body possession #male possession #male to male possession #male body swap #malepossession #male tf #possession #mental change #mental shift #scp1990 #permanent swap

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minachuuu · 2 years

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Twice Reaction to S/O being the 13th Member of Loona

I finally got to this one! I rewrote this one like three times and I finally like it. I just wouldn’t put something out that I didn’t like when it came to two of my favorite groups. I really liked the pairings I did and I hope you penguins like this reaction too!✨

Also, Happy Formula Of Love Day!💕

Nayeon

“I’m almost ready!” You greeted Nayeon at the door of your dorm half ready. “You can come in if you want, the dorm is… acceptable right now.”

“Sure!” Nayeon smiled, walking inside Loona’s dorm. “Any specific place you would like to have breakfast?”

“Not really, I’m open to surprises” You smiled, placing a peck on her lips, “You can sit on the couch and watch whatever you want on the TV, I swear I won’t take long!”

As soon as you disappeared through a door, Nayeon heard footsteps coming from the other side of the room. Both her and Yves jumped as soon as they made eye contact, Yves running back from the same place she came from and back into the living room in a confusing panic, Just for them to stare at each other in silence at each other for seconds that seemed an hour.

“Nayeon Unnie! Sunbaenim!...” Yves stammered her words. “I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay!” Nayeon bursted out laughing, “You can call me Unnie. By the way, cute pajamas!”

Yves looked down at herself, her entire face covering in red as she sighed and just accepted her situation.

“Are you waiting for Y/n?” She tried to deflect the topic as she averted her eyes, “I can get you something to drink while you wait and I’ll call her-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Nayeon shook her head, “She said she won’t take long.”

“Y/n? Oh then you would definitely want to sit and make yourself comfortable.” Yves chuckled. “She always says that and disappears for another half an hour to an hour.”

“Yeah, it has definitely happened before-” Nayeon nodded while raising her eyebrows.

And Yves was right, they were able to sit and talk a while about some of your specific habits. While Yves always nagged you about them, Nayeon seemed to think they were fun. Half an hour had passed until another noise finally announced your presence.

“All done Jagi!” You sprinted into the room completely done and ready to go. “What were you talking about?”

“Nothing interesting!” Nayeon jumped up, dragging you out. Winking over her shoulder to a giggling Yves.

Jeongyeon

“Put it on!” Jeongyeon chased you around the venue holding up her coat. “It’s cold here and there’s still time before you go on stage!”

“Jagi! I’m fine, really!” You crossed your arms over your chest and hid them below your arms trying to hide your own shivering. “You’re gonna get cold too if you take it off-”

“But your outfit is… too revealing!” Jeongyeon reached to try and put the coat around you and missed. “I at least have sleeves and pants!”

“My jacket is over at my dressing room,” You responded, jumping away from your frowning girlfriend. “Once I get there I’ll put it on.”

“Then I’ll go with you.” Before you could protest, Jeongyeon grabbed your hand and pulled you out of Twice’s dressing room.

You finally arrived at your room and opened the door, discovering all your group mates with their coats, jackets and heating packets in their hands. But for your own bad luck, the first that noticed your presence there was Vivi and Haseul.

“Y/N!” Haseul ran to where you and Jeongyeon were. “Why are you so uncovered! It’s freezing!”

“It’s the same thing I’ve been telling her!” Jeongyeon sided with Haseul. “Now, where’s your jacket?”

“Didn’t you leave it in the van?” Vivi closed in behind Haseul. “You said it wasn’t necessary?”

“You did what!?” Both Jeongyeon and Haseul jump at the same time as you shrunk in your own place. Jeongyeon continued scolding you while taking off her jacket. “You said that you had brought your own-”

“I know! I just forgot that little detail...”

Between your girlfriend, your leader and the oldest in your group, they made sure you were covered, and I mean… covered. Jeongyeon’s jacket, stuffed with heating pads, all surrounded burrito style with a blanket. Haseul messed up your hair and Vivi chuckled while they rendered you immovile under all those layers.

“You look cute with those red cheeks tho-” Jeongyeon planted a quick kiss on your lips, before giggling.

Momo

Once the elevator doors opened, the booming of joyful beat invaded her ears. She just had to walk a little to recognize your silhouette dancing on the other side of the glass practice room. But you weren’t alone, there was someone else running through the choreography with you. She approached trying not to interrupt both of your flow, but eventually you saw her on the reflection and turned around to greet her.

“Jagi! I didn’t know you would be here!” You greeted her, fixing all your messy hairs back.

“Who are you talking to-” Yerim, who was dancing with you, turned around to look where you were looking too. “Oh my god, Momo sunbaenim!?”

“Oh! I haven’t introduced you to my girlfriend yet?” You chuckled, grabbing Yerim by the arm and pulling her closer.

“Y/n! What were you dancing to?” Momo shied at Yerim’s amazed stare, after all, it’s not everyday that your groupmate dates the dancer of the nation. “It looked good! Really good.”

“Oh my god…” Yerim whispered under her breath as her cheeks bloomed in red.

“Oh yeah! Let me introduce you two.” You laughed at your groupmate being starstruck, “Momo, this is Yerim, and Yerim, this is Momo.”

“Hi Momo sunbaenim!” Yerim shyly waved back at Momo as the latter did too.

It always caught your attention how both of them were the bubbliest people on the planet until something made them retract to their shells. But you knew something that would surely break the ice in between them both.

“Would… would you like to join us jagi?” You pointed back at the practice room, making both girls jump in surprise. “I’ll just finish this choreo and then we can go grab dinner.”

Momo nodded and just as the music started, the three of you felt at home. It was supposed to be a quick practice but the moon was high in the sky already and there was no sign of any of you stopping. Besides, what else is better than doing what you love with people that you love?

Sana

It was supposed to be just a cute and relaxed date with your girlfriend. You walked the mall hand in hand stopping at all the cute displays in the shops around, buying some outfits together… everything was fine until, in the distance, you spotted two of your members, Kim Lip and Chuu.

“Wait, what are they doing here?” You mumbled, just in time when they both looked towards your direction and found you too.

“Y/N!” Chuu sprinted towards both of you with her arms wide open.

You winced at her volume, but surprisingly, her smashing hug never came. You opened your eyes, just to find Chuu on top of Sana, koala style. Both of them were shouting and screeching in happiness.

“Do… Do you know each other?” Kim Lip pointed at them both while their cheeks were basically smashed with each other.

“No!” Sana answered with a huge smile on her face. “But with what Y/n tells me about her I feel like she’s already my friend!”

“AH!” Chuu gasped, jumping off your girlfriend. Her eyes gleamed like two bright stars just looking back at both of you. “Y/n talks about me?”

“I talk about all the members…” You whispered, side eyeing the entire scene.

“I would be so glad to meet all your members someday, I don’t know why you haven’t introduced us, they’re so nice!” Sana turned to you with her puppy eyes and a cry from her throat. “Can they join us? Pleaaaase?”

And Chuu seemed to echo her dragged and high pitched ‘pleaaaase’ until you sighed and dropped your crossed arms, nodding.

They both exploded in happiness once again, and all four of you walked together to a restaurant. Even if at first you were a little resistant to the idea, it ended up being a really fun day, when two sunshines collided, there was no way any smile could disappear.

Jihyo

"Y/N-yah!" Yeojin jumped, trying to reach for the bag of snacks on your hands as you raised it high. "This isn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair, Yeojin!" You sneered, stretching your arm even harder. "And as your Unnie I have to teach you that."

"And as your girlfriend I should teach you a lot of new things." Jihyo's voice appeared behind you, making both of you jump in surprise.

"Jagi!" You smiled at the sight of your girlfriend with Yeojin still trying to hang from your arm. "You're here!"

"Yeah, I figured I could visit my girlfriend and wish her good luck before we went on stage," Jihyo crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "And I find her like this.”

“She’s trying to steal my snacks!” You spit.

“But I saw them first in the snack basket!” Yeojin whined, pointing her finger at you.

“But I grabbed them first!” You groaned back, your arm was burning already but your pride was strong.

“Why don’t you go and grab another bag?” Jihyo frowned.

“It was the last one!” Yeojin cried. “Unnie please help me!”

Jihyo walked towards both of you looking at the bag of snacks, she didn’t bother trying to reach up for them. Instead, you suddenly found yourself bending over in pain when Jihyo punched you in the stomach. And before you could complain, her hand wrapped your collar, pulling you into her.

Her lips captured yours hungrily, and while you fell into her urgent gesture, her hand snapped the snack bag of your hands.

“All yours!” Jihyo pulled away from you and handed the bag to Yeojin, with a mischievous smile over her lips. Your mouth wide open in awe at her betrayal, while she grabbed your hand pulling you away. “You’ll be coming with me, there’s more snacks in my dressing room.”

Mina

“I died again!” Your voice whined through Mina’s headset as she chuckled. “And I made our team lose again! I don’t think I’m good at this!”

You had told Mina you wanted to learn how to play the online games she liked playing. Mina was, of course, really happy to be your teacher and while you already knew the basics it was noticeable how much you still struggled with her speed.

“Y/n! Don’t worry about it,” Mina tried to calm you down with her own voice. “You’ll get the hang of it, we just have to keep practicing. One more match?”

“Fine, one more match.” You sighed, “But let me go quickly for a snack to motivate myself alright?”

She was waiting for you to come back when suddenly your avatar started moving on the screen.

“Y/n?” Mina put back her headset and grabbed her controller quickly. “You’re back?”

But there was no answer on your side, just your avatar jumping all around the screen, punching at the air and changing weapons with ease.

“I’m gonna start the match okay?” Mina announced gently, pressing the button.

And suddenly your avatar became the best player Mina had ever seen. Perfect headshots, raids for resources, even healing her and the entire team more than once. Mina was absolutely confused but enjoyed your… sudden expertise nonetheless.

“Take that you son of a b-” The faint voice from the other side of the headset started Mina. It was definitely not yours, as you were more of a… gentle player.

“Hyeju!” Now that was your voice. “What are you-!”

“Just a second, we’re about to win here!” Hyeju scoffed.

One last shot from Hyeju and the screen filled up with the victory message. Mina could do nothing but laugh at the whole ordeal.

“It’s fine Y/n! It was fun.” Mina smiled before listening to you explain the whole scenario and apologizing. “We could use some extra lessons from her too.”

Dahyun

Dahyun waited for you sitting on a table at the back of the cafe, stirring her cup of hot chocolate. Your van pulled up to the side and you hopped off, but to her surprise, two of your members, Hyunjin and Jinsoul also jumped from it.

“Sorry for making you wait!” You entered the cafe, approaching your girlfriend. “They heard I was coming here and wanted to come too. They’re just picking up to go so it’s fine.”

Your members waved at Dahyun as you all minded your own business. You were deep into a conversation when you felt someone occupying the seat beside you.

“Cream or red bean paste filling?” Hyunjin asked Dahyun as she crossed her hands below her chin.

“Hyunjin you just can’t-” Jinsoul slapped her on the arm.

“Cream of course!” Dahyun answered without batting an eyelid. “Although over them I would put cream cheese or chocolate if you gave me those other options.”

“Interesting,” Hyunjin used her monotone voice as she laid back in the seat, stroking her chin. “What would you think about a cream cheese bun with chocolate on it?”

“Oh that sounds lovely!” Dahyun scoffed, completely interested in your groupmate’s offer.

“Perfect,” Hyunjin stood up, raising her eyebrows. “I will allow this relationship, I like it.”

“Hyunjin!-” Jinsoul grabbed the other girl by the arm, dragging her up the chair. “I’m sorry, she’s just like that sometimes.”

“I hope you stay together for a long time!” Hyunjin waved excitedly as she was being dragged out of the cafe by Jinsoul. “See you later Y/n!”

You waited until they were out, to chuckle at the whole interaction and dig your head into your hands.

“I’m sorry about that...” You whispered to your girlfriend.

“No it’s okay! She seemed lovely!” Dahyun gently touched your hands and made you look up to her. “Do you think she’ll know where I can get that pastry she described to me?”

Chaeyoung

You had no idea how you ended up here right now in the popular art convention, the jam in between the two sandwich breads that were your girlfriend Chaeyoung and your best friend Heejin. Heejin had invited you as soon as she knew and you weren’t really very convinced on coming, until you casually mentioned it to Chaeyoung.

Fast forward to you being pulled to every exhibition and standing there knowing absolutely nothing of what they both were talking about.

“I just think the artist should have used another contrasting color on this.” Chaeyoung stroked her chin as her eyes scanned a painting from top to bottom. “But I still don’t know precisely what color could work-”

“Yellow definitely!” Heejin answered confidently. “It still contrasts with the base color without it being so on-the-nose opposite to it.”

“You’re right, yellow wouldn’t take the focus out of the main piece as much as orange does. But I think I still prefer the others in this series.” Chaeyoung agreed, but caught you off guard by shaking your hand. “What do you think, Y/n?”

“I… I think it’s very blue!” You cleared your throat and deepened your voice, trying to sound less confused than what you were. Both girls exploded in laughter to your dismay as you sighed. “Ah! I’m not good at art and you know it!”

“Well, we can start easy.” Chaeyoung shrugged and pulled you to an exhibition of simpler landscapes of nature of different colors. “Do you see anything you like?”

“This one reminds me of you Chae,” You pointed at a tiny purple painting inside of a glass display. “And this other one totally has your vibes, Heejin.”

“A Lover of Sweet Intentions..” Chaeyoung’s smile grew as she read the title of the piece.

“A Ride or Die Adventure?” Heejin giggled at the title of hers. “Something tells me you’re not as bad at art as you say you are Y/n”

“Really?-” You stammered.

“Maybe with just a little bit of guidance…” Chaeyoung intertwined her fingers with yours, “Hey, you got the best team right here for that.”

Tzuyu

A warm afternoon under the falling sun, you strolled through the park hand in hand with your girlfriend Tzuyu, being guided by her two little furry kids, Kaya and Butter pulling you from a leash.

These calm and just homie dates were your favorites, just a bit of time out of the spotlight together. But your calm was suddenly broken by your cell phone violently vibrating on your purse. When you got it out you sighed at the name popping up.

“Princess Chaewonie?” Tzuyu raised her eyebrows at the name on your phone.

“Ah yes,” You were quick to explain before accepting the call. “That’s Gowon, she didn’t talk to me for two days until I changed her contact name. Hello?”

“Y/n!” Gowon’s voice boomed through the speaker, backed up by other voices and noises. “Hey, before you come back can you pass to the store and buy some-”

“Gowon, I’m here on a date with Tzuyu…” You cut her off.

“And tomorrow is my birthday!” She whined, “We’re just missing some stuff you can easily get on your way back. By the way, Hi Tzuyu!”

“Hi Gowon!” Tzuyu waved shyly at the phone.

Gowon just went on with a list of things she wanted you to help her with, Tzuyu even had to get her phone out and help you write it all down. And after almost five minutes of her being extremely specific, she finally hung up.

“Ah,” You sighed, massaging your temples. “I guess we're making a quick trip to the store to buy a cake and… Would you help me pick a present for her? Last year I gave her new socks and she didn’t seem to appreciate it much. ”

“You seriously bought that for someone that makes you put Princess as her contact name?” Tzuyu chuckled loudly. “Let’s go, you’ll need some serious help.”

“Thanks,” You giggled, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. “We can get something nice to eat on the way, and… maybe some treats?”

Both Kaya and Butter lost their marbles hearing the last word, and the image just made Tzuyu laugh even harder.

#twice imagines #twice reactions #twice scenarios #loona scenarios #loona imagines #twice nayeon #twice jeongyeon #twice momo #twice sana #twice jihyo #twice mina #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #twice tzuyu

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inkykeiji · 4 years

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i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back

character: dabi | todoroki touya

notes: stepcest (kind of—ur parents aren’t married yet) with dabi-as-touya x a very naïve and inexperienced reader, normal!AU (no quirks, dabi also has tattoos over his scarred + fully healed skin), university!reader, implied yakuza!dabi, excessive use of the words niichan and good, praise kink, fingering, face fucking, title credit = save that shit by lil peep lmao uhhhh yeah i hc dabi as a very intelligent and perceptive individual soooo i feel like he’d be a master at reading a person & their emotions and then adapting his manipulation techniques

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), noncon/dubcon, slight somnophilia, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, size difference, slight degradation, mentions of drug use

words: 7.1k

part 2.1 | part 2.2

synopsis:

“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, when you lay awake in your bed, you’ll feel ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

Your dad’s been dating Rei for a while—nearly a year, now—when things begin to get serious, and he proposes to her.

She accepts, so it’s not exactly a surprise when she suggests you guys move in with her—she’s got more than enough space, she tells you, it’s just her and her son in that big old house—and your dad seems pretty thrilled about it. This was the next step before marriage, after all.

You like Rei well enough, she’s always been nothing but sweet to you, and anyway, your father’s relationship really isn’t any of your business or concern.

It isn’t that you don’t want to move in with her—her house is in a better part of the neighborhood, a standard detached upper-middle class home, and just a short walk from a bus stop that’ll take you directly to university, which you start in a week.

It’s just…You’re a little apprehensive.

You know she has kids. She mentions them in passing every once in a while, but you can’t for the life of you remember their names, or their ages, or how many of them there are. You know they don’t all live with her, that her relationship with her ex-husband is complicated and rocky at best.

But you’re still surprised to hear that only one of them, her eldest, lives with her. She tells you he’s five years older than you are, that he’s a clever, smart boy, going off on a tangent about how disappointed she is that he didn’t go to university, because ‘he would’ve done so well—he could’ve shone so brightly.’ Something about the way she says that, the way her voice sounds almost sad, makes anxiety turn to lead in your stomach. She talks about him as if he’s already a lost cause, but he’s only in his mid-twenties, isn’t he?

You understand the moment you see him. The man standing in front of you as you shift from foot to foot unsurely in the foyer of this unfamiliar house is about as far from what you anticipated as he could possibly be.

He’s tall, skin pale as moonlight, with jet black hair and the most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. But that isn’t what captivates you. It isn’t the lip ring curled around his bottom lip snuggly, and it isn’t the tongue piercing you’re about to find out he’s hiding in his mouth, either.

Every inch of the exposed skin of his arms is covered in intricate, seamlessly flowing tattoos—or, for a moment, you thought it was tattoos, plural. Upon closer inspection, you realize that each arm is actually covered in one giant tattoo, giving a new definition to the term ‘sleeve’. It’s all black ink, not a splash of colour anywhere, depicting an extremely detailed and anatomically correct mechanical arm, complete with what would’ve been joints, ligaments and bones in the form of wires and steel.

The tattoos extend onto the tops of his hands, made to look as if surgical staples are peeling his skin back to reveal the robot beneath. This same tattoo continues up his neck, along his jaw and onto his cheeks, all the way to his bottom lip, spreading across his entire face and disappearing into his hairline and onto his ears. Finally, there’s a small portion of the tattoo underneath his eyes, the surgical staples lining the edges of the face tattoos, too.

It startles you—you’re not necessarily scared, you just…weren’t expecting that. But there’s no denying the rush of breath that involuntarily escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, raking over his body in a brazen way that should make you feel shameful, travelling back up to find him smirking smugly at you, raising an eyebrow as your eyes meet again.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows, knows what you’re thinking about, knows how undeniably attracted you are to him, and scalding heat floods your cheeks.

He chuckles a little, which does nothing but add insult to injury, and sharp anger slices through your chest at the way that you stomach absolutely drops at his gravelly voice. You can’t believe yourself, can’t believe your body is reacting and responding so readily to this man—this stranger.

He introduces himself as Touya, in that rough, deep voice that forces a jolt of electricity to run through your veins. You idly wonder what your name would sound like on his tongue, how it might sound if his voice dropped to a growl, find yourself stuck thinking about this for the rest of the night.

✰ ✰ ✰

To your disappointment, and as much as you are unabashedly interested in him, you don’t interact much with Touya for your first few weeks in the house—in fact, you barely see him at all.

This only piques your curiosity about him more, finding that you’re unable to tear your eyes from him on the rare occasion that you are in a room together. He catches you staring every single time, and he has the audacity to chuckle to himself and shake his head when his gaze meets yours, your eyes quickly darting away and cheeks burning at his laugh.

You begin gathering little tidbits of information about him, purely sourced from interactions you witness in the house, desperately praying for something that’ll give you an opportunity to start a conversation with him.

Your efforts prove fruitless when, almost a month and a half since you moved in, you’ve still only spoken a handful of words to him. You do learn a bit about him through observing, though.

You discover that he’s a smoker, which really doesn’t come as a shock at all. Marlboro’s are his favourite, and he’s always got a pack in his back pocket or rolled up in the short sleeve of his t-shirt. He must have them imported—Marlboro’s are incredibly rare to find all the way in Japan.

Touya must have a lot of things imported.

You find out that every other Thursday, Touya discreetly stuffs an absurdly large wad of cash—all composed of ten-thousand-yen bills—into his mom’s hands, forcing her fingers to curl around it. She fights him on it, every time, but he’s firm and adamant that she take it. It always ends with Rei giving him a small, watery smile, Touya pressing a kiss against the side of her head and murmuring that he loves her.

After you witness this interaction for the first time, you begin to notice that, while the house looks relatively normal on the outside, it is stuffed full of luxury on the inside. Flat-screen TVs each complete with full entertainment systems, state of the art appliances that are somehow up to date with all of the latest trends (including a smart fridge—absolutely ridiculous), custom made furniture, ornate rugs, a housekeeper that drops by every Sunday…

You have no idea what he does for work, but you think you’ve got at least some sort of idea when you catch him one night, just past 2AM, exiting his room and using a thumb to brush excess white powder off his nose. His eyes catch yours, pupils blown and shining in the low light, and he smiles darkly at you, winking once as he walks away.

You don’t ask—no one ever does.

You don’t ask about the crimson splattered on the toe of his boot, or why he sometimes smells metallic, like copper, the strong scent wafting after him and invading the halls as he stalks leisurely toward the bathroom. You don’t ask why he leaves the house at odd hours in the night, and you definitely don’t ask about the soft clinking and clicking you hear through the thin walls every so often while he cleans his gun at 3AM.

You’re not sure if it’s really any of your business, anyway. So you stay quiet, and continue to wait.

The opportunity finally comes one Wednesday in October, two weeks before Halloween, when you’re in the kitchen after school busy fixing yourself an afternoon snack. Touya comes home uncharacteristically early—you rarely see him before 10PM, so his entrance scares you, and you jump a little.

“Sorry,” he murmurs as he passes by behind you, just an inch too close, just enough so you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, shaking your head a little and trying in vain to stop your hands from trembling as you spread peanut butter across a piece of bread.

You can feel his eyes on you, and it makes you nervous, makes your skin crawl in a way you’ve never felt before. He laughs a little at your struggling, leaning against the counter next to you and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y’know,” he says with a smirk, eyes glittering at the way your lips part in surprise, your breath stuttering a little. “I’m your niichan after all, aren’t I?”

You hadn’t even considered using the honorific until he himself uses it.

Your hands freeze, hovering over your plate, and you look over at him slowly. “You…Want me to call you that?”

“You can, if you’d like,” he says smoothly, nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It makes no difference to him, he tells you, but when he finally looks back at you, you think you can see it in his eyes—a sharp, small glimmer of…of something. Something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t decide if you like or not.

But this is it, you think, this is your opening to finally begin talking to him.

So you do. And the smirk he gives you the first time you address him by the honorific, voice quivering slightly as you ask him where Rei normally keeps the blender, is nothing short of predatory.

“It’s on the top shelf. It’s too high for you, though,” he says, voice so sickly sweet it almost sounds mocking. “Let niichan get it for you,”

It isn’t, but you let him get it for you anyway.

And he knows—knows he’s got you the moment you gasp at the honorific leaving his lips, trying to hide it behind your hand, nodding quickly and squeaking out a thank you.

It starts after that. He begins playing with you; a sick, perverse game of cat and mouse, hunter and hunted, and you play your part perfectly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, if you said it didn’t send wicked sparks of excitement shooting up your spine and an intense fluttering in your stomach.

And it starts slow. It starts with gentle pet names—honey, sweetheart, princess—and fingertips trailing down your arm as he passes you. It starts with a large hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you—out of the house and into his car, out of the kitchen and into the living room, out of the hallway and into his bedroom—and with little pecks on your lips stolen when no one’s watching, quick kisses that leave you feeling exhilarated despite their chastity.

Suddenly, he’s home a hell of a lot more. He’s sitting too close to you on the couch while you curl up with a textbook, his thigh pressed against you and flesh burning hot through his black jeans. He’s joining the family dinner a few times a week, idly hooking and unhooking his ankle with yours beneath the table while smirking at you from across it.

Suddenly, he’s asking you if you need a ride to school, or if you need someone to pick you up. You don’t, you tell him, the bus is just fine, but he insists. It’s what niichans do, he says. He wants to take care of you, he says.

Who are you to deny him that, really?

✰ ✰ ✰

The first time you experience Touya angry is about a month after the inciting incident, when he catches you walking home with a few of your university friends.

He had texted you earlier that day, telling you that he—very regretfully, he said—would be unable to pick you up from school this afternoon because ‘something had come up’.

You didn’t question what it was—you knew he’d lie even if you did. So you accepted it obediently, reassured him that it was fine, that you’d find another way home.

You’re pretty sure if you had told him that you didn’t have any extra change on you for the bus suddenly whatever important thing that had ‘come up’ which so desperately needed his attention wouldn’t be so urgent anymore. But you didn’t want to be a bother, or inconvenience him, so you say nothing.

Two friends decide they’ll accompany you on your walk home, so you aren’t lonely, they claim. Normally, the walk from campus to your house is about thirty minutes, but that day it takes you nearly an hour, wasting time goofing around and walking slowly as you talk idly.

Touya’s already pissed that it’s taken you so long to arrive home, that you’ve ignored all of his extremely considerate texts asking if you’re alright, but when he sees you squished between two boys, giggling as the three of you stumble up your driveway—he’s fucking fuming.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, voice calm and monotonous, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Your head snaps up—you swear he wasn’t there just a second ago—blood running cold.

His stance is relaxed, arms crossed loosely over his chest, lazily raising an eyebrow as your wide eyes meet his. Technically, the only indication that he’s furious is the blazing blue fire in his eyes, but your friends can read the tension in the air surrounding him, shuffling a little closer to you. This minuscule action does not go unnoticed by Touya, sharp jaw clenching once.

“You had niichan worried,”

You’re frozen a few feet away from the porch, unable to find your voice, to move your legs, to breathe at all.

“I didn’t know you had an older brother,”

Your eyes do not leave Touya’s as you speak, the words hoarse. “Oh, we’re—”

“Yeah,” Touya bites, irritation finally bleeding into his voice. “She does,” his eyes float back to yours. “Come here, princess,”

Your body snaps into action, moving automatically before you can even comprehend it, allowing Touya to tuck you into his side the moment you reach him.

Your hands are shaking, but you have no control over them as your fingers curl in his white t-shirt, clinging to him. To your surprise, the arm around your shoulders hugs you closer in response, thumb caressing you.

“Thanks for making sure she got home safely,” he tosses over his shoulder, managing to make the simple sentence sound like an insult, tone bordering on patronizing, while he turns on his heel, marching you both inside.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you’re rushing to say the moment the front door shuts behind you two, Touya’s arm still wrapped firmly around you.

He looks down at you coldly. “Don’t you dare pull shit like that again,” he tells you, eerily calm voice forcing spikes of icy dread up your spine. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as his eyes bore into yours. “You had me worried sick,” he breathes out then, squeezing you again. You’re surprised in the sudden change of tone, feeling your chest swell at the thought of him fretting over you, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I…I did?”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended at your questioning, mood morphing in the span of a second. “Of course you fucking did,” he spits like you’re stupid, arm dropping. “Do you ever check your phone?”

“Wh-What?”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Check your phone,” he calls out airily as he begins walking into the kitchen, shaking his head a little, disappointment rolling off him in waves.

Hastily fishing your phone out of your bag, you’re astonished to see eight texts from him and three missed calls. You scroll through the texts quickly, each one making you feel more nauseous than the next. ‘Is everything okay? You should’ve been home by now’; ‘Please answer me, princess, you’re making your niichan nervous’; ‘Where are you? Answer my fucking calls already’. Guilt turns sour in your mouth and you hurry after him.

“I-I really am s-so sorry,” you force the words out, unsure as to why there are suddenly tears stinging your eyes. He isn’t even doing anything—his back is facing you as he nonchalantly begins brewing a pot of coffee.

But the thought of him being upset with you, of losing his approval, sends a sharp pain searing through your chest.

“Are you?” he asks, and although his voice holds no malice in it, it causes your whole body to stutter with a harsh breath.

“Yes,” you whimper out, latching onto his arm and tugging in an attempt to draw his eyes to yours, to see how regretful you are, the remorse written across your face. “I should’ve…That was so careless and inconsiderate of me,”

“It was,” he agrees simply, voice still light, as if he’s discussing something as mundane as the weather. “But you’ll never do it again, right?”

“Right,” you agree readily, breathing out the word before you even realize what you’re agreeing to.

“Tell niichan you’ll never worry him like that again,” he finally looks over at you.

“I-I’ll never worry you like that again, niichan, I pr-promise,”

His eyes hold yours for what feels like eons, before he finally twists his arm out of your grasp, instead wrapping it around you and tugging you against his body. You stay staring up at him, eyes wide and obedient, breath bated as you wait for your next order, so pliant and ready to serve him.

“Good,” he whispers, eyes finally softening, and you feel like you can breathe properly again. His free hand cups your face, thumb running along your lips, then your chin, then your jaw. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, you’ll lay awake in your bed, feeling ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰

He begins to trust you more. You meet his friends, each one terrifying in their own right. Jin is alright, although his brain is fried from drugs, and he talks to and contradicts himself a lot, earning the nickname Twice from Tomura.

Tomura horrifies you to your very core—a tall, lanky man with sunken red eyes and sickly pale skin who looks like he’s one bad day away from death—and Touya tells you very sternly to stay away from him.

A university student not unlike yourself, Keigo is your favourite. Keigo is the most normal, with his wild blonde hair and enticing gold eyes that always look like they’re playfully holding the secrets of the universe just out of your grasp.

Keigo’s brain is always going a hundred miles a minute, although you’d never guess it with his trademark lazy drawl, speaking as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. But he can always keep a conversation going, knows exactly what to say to avoid awkward silences or lulls in the discussion, and you appreciate that. You think he’s so cool—he has so much knowledge about the oddest things, everything and anything, ‘a walking encyclopedia’, Tomura calls it, and it fascinates you to no end.

It’s the speed, Touya tells you one night while you’re laying on the couch, your body on top of his, the pads of his fingers dragging down your back in rhythmic strokes. Speed is Keigo’s drug of choice, you find out. Speed is the reason why Keigo knows as much as he does.

“Sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days,” Touya says. “That’s how he has all the time to memorize everything he knows—though that big overactive brain of his plays a part in it, too,”

The thought inexplicably makes your heart sink in your chest, and you don’t say anything else. If Touya notices your shift in mood, he doesn’t mention it. You idly wonder what Touya’s drug of choice is, but you’re too scared of the answer to ask.

✰ ✰ ✰

It’s only a few nights later when you wake with a violent jolt, breathing laboured as you absentmindedly press your palm to your chest, trying in vain to calm your racing heart.

A nightmare.

You sit in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of your own harsh breaths echoing off the walls and debating what to do next. A minute later, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touch the cold hardwood, and pad down the hallway.

You try to trick yourself into believing that you aren’t using this purely as an excuse to spend the night with him. It really was so scary, you reason with yourself, it really has made you all shaken up…

Who are you kidding? You didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep.

You’ve been in his room plenty of times now—sitting daintily on his bed as he introduces you to new music, new movies, new books. Stuff that reminds him of you, he says, stuff that he thought you might be interested in. You’re grateful for it; there are so many things you’ve learned in the short time you’ve known him.

That isn’t all, though. There’s no denying the warmth that spreads through your body, that tiny excited flutter in your chest, when he calls your name and interlaces your fingers, leading you toward his room and telling you he’s got something to show you.

Yes, you’ve been in his room plenty of times now. But this is the first time you spend the night in his bed.

He’s still up, soft golden light leaking from under his closed bedroom door. Your hand quivers a little as you lift it to rap your knuckles against the wood. He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame in a black t-shirt that looks like it’s a size or two too small for him, riding up to reveal a teasing sliver of milky skin, tips of his hipbones jutting out from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.

“Princess? What is it?”

You didn’t realize you were staring, and you jump a little at his gravelly voice.

“Oh. I, um—Well, I just…had a nightmare a-and I can’t sleep,”

You can barely look him in the eyes as you say it, your cheeks burning. You both know it’s a lie.

But he plays along.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, drawing you into his arms, into his room, into his bed.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs as he turns on his side to face you, propping his head up with a hand. “Poor thing. Was it a bad one?”

Your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, rendering you incapable of speech, tongue dry and sluggish. You nod in response, heat seeping into your cheeks again at just how loudly your heart is thumping while you roll onto your side. There’s only a few inches of space between your bodies now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks again.

“Do you want niichan to help you forget about it?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes searching his. Your thighs squeeze together at the way his voice has dropped an octave, low and husky, familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly. He waits patiently, lifting a hand to caress your cheek, then runs his fingertips down your bare arm, goosebumps following.

Finally, you nod. You think you see the corners of his lips quirk up into the slightest hint of a smirk, but you blink, and it’s gone.

“Here,” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Hand cupping your jaw, he tilts your face up and slots his mouth against yours.

You’ve kissed before, of course—in his bed, in yours, on the living room couch, on the kitchen counter with his hips shoved between your thighs—but this…this feels different.

These are kisses with intent, with purpose, with a goal in mind. These are kisses that keep you distracted—slow, soft, messy with saliva—as his hand slips down your body and between your thighs.

Your gasp breaks the kiss, wide eyes blinking up at him then fluttering shut as he brushes a knuckle against your clit. He hushes you, nimble fingers spreading your folds before he drags them up your slit, huffing out a laugh at how wet you already are.

“Were you thinking about something naughty before?” he gasps mockingly, sliding the pads of his fingers back down as he speaks.

His hand withdraws from your shorts and he orders you to lift your hips, tugging the waistband down your thighs. You squirm a little, forcing them further down your legs until you free yourself of them completely, eyes gazing up at him again, awaiting your next command.

Legs part dutifully as his hand travels back down to the apex of your thighs, pushing a finger into your soaking pussy.

It’s slow at first, thrusting leisurely with his middle finger a few times and loosening you up a little before adding his ring finger. Sapphire eyes watch his motions, captivated by how your eager little cunt sucks his fingers in selfishly.

“Look at that, huh?” he breathes, looking down at you. “Such a pretty little pussy you’ve got,”

You open your bleary eyes to peer at yourself, mesmerized by the way his fingers are pumping in and out of you, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He curls his fingers and you inhale sharply, hips twitching toward his palm.

“Oh?” he chuckles darkly, knuckles nudging the spot again. “Did niichan find something, baby?”

You don’t know, you’re not sure, you try to tell him, but all you can seem to manage is pathetic little whines while you nod your head.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he’s asking as the pads of his fingers tap against that spot, your entire body jolting.

“Y-Yes,” you whimper out, a little breathlessly. “But it’s never felt like this,”

“Aw, baby,” he coos, and it’s so condescending. “Then you weren’t doing it right, sweetheart,”

He quickens his pace, chuckles at the way you try to desperately fuck yourself on his fingers at such an awkward angle.

“Poor little thing, can’t even get herself off properly,” he tsks. “You need your niichan to do it for you, don’t you?”

Soft whines spill from your throat as you nod eagerly, your stomach coiling tightly.

“One day,” he breathes, curling his fingers with a vengeance this time, your hips rolling up off the mattress. “When we have the time, I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel so good,”

He’s talking too much. You want to tell him this, tell him to shut the hell up, but every time you try to speak he presses the heel of his palm to your clit and grinds against it, effectively scattering all of your thoughts, soft mewls of niichan the only sound escaping your lips.

Can’t deny his voice is fucking hot though, a form of foreplay all on its own.

And he knows this, can read you like a goddamn book, especially when he’s got his fingers two knuckles deep inside of you. He can feel it, he tells you. You don’t even need to speak; he can feel your thoughts when his voice drops an octave and your cute little hole flutters, when he chuckles and your pussy clenches around his fingers—a slut for his voice, aren’t you?

“Pretty baby, you can’t do anything but nod dumbly, can you? Been fucked stupid by my fingers alone, huh?”

Your head barely moves, lost all control of your body by this point, only able to whimper in response.

“Gonna come all over my fingers, pretty girl?” the knuckle of his thumb begins grazing your clit in quick strokes. “C’mon, make a mess for niichan,”

And it’s pathetic, how quickly your body obeys. Your pussy squeezes once, twice, three times and you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices collecting in his palm, running down his wrist. You’re embarrassed—you’ve never cum that much before, have you?

Breathing still ragged, you nuzzle into his sheets, partially hiding your face from him. Nothing could hide the involuntary grin that forms on your lips, though. Arms snake under your boneless body, tugging a bit.

“Oh no, baby, we aren’t done yet,” Touya’s saying while he hoists you up, letting you lean heavily against him.

Head tilting in confusion, your glazed eyes find his. “Wh-What?”

He looks down at his lap and your gaze follows, a tiny whimper slipping past your lips at the bulge straining against his pants. “Doesn’t niichan deserve a nice reward for helping you forget that scary dream?”

Eyes darting back to his, you nod slowly, whispering out, “Yes. But—But…” But you’re hesitant; you’ve never done anything like this before. Shaking hands reach for the waistband of his pants, beginning to pull them down but freezing when the head of his cock peeks out.

Touya sighs. “Come on, you wanna be a good girl for niichan, don’t you?”

Of course. Of courses you do.

Then he wants you to touch him, he says. He’ll help you; he promises.

“But you gotta get it wet first,”

You ask how, and he laughs at you. “With your tongue, stupid,” he tells you.

He instructs you to kneel on the floor and you comply immediately, trembling legs folding beneath your body as you situate yourself between his knees. He inches forward on the bed a little, shuffling himself to the edge and caging you between his thighs. Bringing his cock close to your mouth, he taps the head against your closed lips.

They part instantly, obediently, his eyes flashing with something sinister as you take the head into your mouth and suck hesitantly, big eyes staring up at him waiting for approval.

He curses, his hips twitching ever so slightly, skin stretched taut over bony knuckles as a hand forms a fist in the sheets. Starting with kitten licks at first, the tip of your tongue barely touches him, tracing veins, then begins to gain more confidence as he groans a little, telling you what to you, that you’re doing good, so good for him.

Watching him through thick lashes, you have the audacity to look bashful as your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in saliva. A hand tangles in your hair and yanks, pulling you off his cock when he decides it’s sufficiently wet enough. Long fingers encircle your wrist, bringing your hand to form a fist around him.

“Like this,” he says, jerking your hand up and down.

You’re terrible at it, movements awkward and uncoordinated, but in that moment he doesn’t really care. He’s irritated a little, wondering out loud how anyone can be bad at handjobs while a large hand wraps around yours and forces you to speed up. Bad? Your heart sinks at the small three letter word, a hard lump forming in your throat, looking as though you may start crying.

But he cums quickly after that, ropes of searing hot white painting your cheeks and face. You watch him the entire time, panting a little, lips parted slightly and your tongue darts out to lick them, tasting him.

He laughs at your bitter reaction, and it’s such a patronizing sound.

“Don’t worry,” he says, collecting the cum off your face and forcing his fingers into your mouth. “Someday I’ll stuff your throat full of it.”

✰ ✰ ✰

You can no longer mention needing—no, wanting—anything around him anymore, because within the next few days it’s sitting pretty and perfect on your bed, propped up against your lace trimmed pillows.

He’s so good to you; you should be grateful you have such a generous niichan, one who eats you out and spoils you with gifts. You’re so spoiled.

And he tells you this, in the dead of night when you wake to find him shoving his cock into you, snarling a little at your soft whines of protest.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns. Just be a good girl and take his cock. He does so much for you, can’t you be good for him?

Yes, yes, you want to be good for him, you want to be the best for him.

By this point you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, prepping you to take him.

“Stay sleeping, baby,” he’ll tell you, words whispered into your hair as his cockhead nudges against your hole.

As if you could ever stay sleeping when only a few minutes later he’s pounding you into oblivion, large hand clasped over your mouth so tightly his blunt nails are digging into your cheek, so hard that it’s yanking your head back, neck beginning to ache.

He tells you to be quiet, “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? Then we’d have to stop, and you don’t want that, right, sweetheart?”

You don’t, you whimper. Of course you don’t—you want whatever he wants, you want to be his perfect little baby, you want to be told how good you take his cock, the praise mumbled against your skin in a low, strained voice right before he fills you with cum.

✰ ✰ ✰

He disappears for a few days near the end of December. You have no idea where, Touya answering your curious texts with playful quips at first before he grows tired of it and tells you to stop fucking asking.

But eventually, he returns.

The front door slams shut and your body flinches with a jolt of excitement. Adrenaline spikes your blood when you hear his heavy boots colliding with the hardwood, getting louder, louder, louder…

He passes right by you, not glancing at you at all. Moments later, the sound of water hitting the tiled shower wall echoes down the hallway.

And you wait. Patiently, you wait, like the good little girl you are, not daring to move a muscle. Eventually he re-emerges, hair still damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.

With a groan, he collapses on the couch next to you, flopping his head into your lap and gazing up at you with glazed, blown sapphire eyes.

“You’re high,” you say softly, not accusatory, just an observation. He giggles a little.

“So what if I am?”

“What did you take?”

“Oh,” he gasps mockingly. “Oh no, baby, I can’t tell you that,”

Why? The question is burning on the tip of your tongue, and you can tell that he’s anticipating that to be your next response, but you bite down on your bottom lip, holding it in. You know his answer already, can practically hear his patronizing voice—Because good baby sisters aren’t supposed to know about stuff like this.

“Can I try some?” you ask instead.

All of the mirth fades from his eyes in an instant, and he moves in a flash despite his inebriated state, so quick you can barely tell what’s happening. His large hand wraps around your bicep in a bruising grasp, pulling you towards him as he sits up, his face an inch away from yours.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he spits, cobalt eyes blazing and voice rumbling against your chest. “And if I so much as catch wind that you’re using, have a mere feeling that you’ve tried it—even just once—I’ll slaughter you and the fucker you got it from. Do you understand me?”

Surprised tears spring into your eyes and you nod jerkily, body beginning to tremble as your breath gets caught in your throat. You want to tell him that you didn’t mean it, honest, you promise!; that you were just kidding around, you swear!, but you can’t, voice mangling itself with the hitched little breaths on the back of your tongue.

He growls at your silence, his grip around your arm tightening and you cry out, terrified that he might actually crush the bone with his bare hand.

“Say, yes Touya, I understand,”

“Y-Yes Touya, I understand,” you manage to stutter out, voice returning only at the command of a direct order, tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks in pairs. His eyes search your face for a moment, his features contorted in fury, before he sneers at you, squeezing your arm once then roughly letting go, shoving you away from him.

You fall backward against the arm of the couch, heart thumping so vigorously you’re sure he can hear it. He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, exasperated.

“Fuck,” he sighs, eyes opening to glare at the ceiling. “You’ve ruined my high,”

You stare at him, breath coming out in uneven huffs, clinging to the couch.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, terrified to move lest you upset him more.

He’s silent for a moment, still staring up, until he lolls his head to the side, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. A small smirk spreads across his face.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding his head a little in indication.

“Wh-What?”

“C’mere,” he repeats. “Come make it up to me,”

Your body’s moving before you’ve given it permission to, crawling into his lap obediently, thighs on either side of his hips. His smirk widens, and you love it—you love how much control he has over you without even trying, you love the way a quiet whimper slips through your lips as his large hands begin kneading your flesh, running up your legs and grabbing your ass.

Lips trail up the column of your neck, and you tilt your head back, a silent plea for more. You can feel the way his lips curl into a grin against your skin, nipping at it a second later.

“So, how you gonna make it up to me? Huh?” he shifts his hips under you, pressing his hard cock into your clothed core. You whine a little, grinding against him.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” you breathe out while sharp teeth mar your collarbone.

“The hell you waiting for? Show me,”

You begin sliding down his body and he pushes on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees between his spread thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of blue.

Holding his gaze, you lean forward with your pretty little tongue hanging out and begin licking along the straining bulge, tracing it slowly, the denim rough against your sensitive muscle. You relent though, lapping at his clothed cock in slow, long strokes, and his jeans are just thin enough for you to feel him pulse in response.

A giggle bubbles up past your lips, muffled by the denim, already beginning to feel heady as you pull simple reactions from him. Your mouth forms a cute little ‘o’ and you suck on him the best you can through his jeans, drooling all over his lap and soaking through the material.

The hand in your hair tightens into a fist, yanking hard and pulling your mouth away. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, a hint of something ominous in his voice.

You obey, because you always obey, tiny fingers working to quickly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, yank down the zipper. He aids you, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug his jeans down his thighs enough for his cock to spring out.

His own hand wraps around the shaft, you pausing mid-action as you reach for it.

“Open,” he demands, your dutiful lips parting immediately, letting him push his cock into the warm, wet cavern.

He sets a brutal, punishing pace from the start, refusing to give you a single moment to adjust. His other hand fists in your hair, forcing you to stay still as he rams his cock down your throat.

Reflexive tears burn your eyes, blurring your vision. You blink quickly to clear them, desperate to watch him, to catalogue all of his micro-expressions and the sound of his voice as he grunts out your name, to burn it into your mind, etch it into your very soul.

Touya’s head falls back against the couch, Adams apple bobbling with his rough whimpers, long neck and sharp collarbone on full display. If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d love to lick up his smooth skin, to trace the dips of his collarbone with your tongue and sign your name in brilliant splotches of blue and purple.

You’re gagging around his cock now, starting to feel lightheaded and struggling to inhale enough oxygen. The ache in your jaw is beginning to spread, but you ignore it, stretching your mouth open wider, to take more, to be good for him, to make him proud. It’s worth it for the hoarse, throaty moans you’re pulling from him, to hear your name shuddered out, followed by a breathy, “Fuck,”

He forces hot cum down your throat a moment later, and you choke on it, sputtering around his cock, throat spasming as it tries to force the foreign object out. He won’t let it, though. He holds your head in place, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and you can do nothing but take it, like a good little girl, like he tells you to.

But it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it, to hear his broken whines like that, to have him look down at you and pull your hair and tell you you’re good, so good for him.

And you’re sobbing by the end of it, gasping for air the moment he lets go of you, wheezing violently as your head collapses against his thigh.

“Did I—” you cough, voice raspy from having your throat fucked raw, “—Did I make it up to you, niichan?” you gaze up at him, eyelashes spiky with residual water. You’re the perfect picture of obedience, strands of hair stuck to your face where your salty tears have dried and swollen lips gleaming with saliva as you watch him with glittering eyes, waiting desperately for his praise.

He looks down at you, eyes devious and diabolical, chest heaving a little. “Of course you did,” he tells you, corners of his lips tugging up into a sharp smirk as you melt into him. “You always do, don’t you?”

#todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #dabi may be a scumbag but he loves his momma #tomura baby i’m so sorry #promise u don’t horrify me at all oof #pls come horrify me more #christ if dabi isn’t touya we’re all gonna look like goddamn fools #a buncha clowns #anyway this is my first time posting something like this #n i haven’t written smut in an extremely long time #so pls be nice #actually u should always be nice #so pls be extra nice #no one beta’d this so there’s a good chance i’ll come back to it n revise it or whatever idk i’m just sick of looking at it rn #the ‘he talks too much’ is inspired by ch 271 w hawks where he’s all ‘he’ll keep talking’#dabi shut the fuck up challenge #prone to monologuing this boy is #also sorry abt the crazy sentences with a thousand commas #apparently now i’m oscar wilde w these run on sentences #idk i still kinda like em tho #i like oscar #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw emotional manipulation #tw somnophilia #tw drugs

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College Girls

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: anon “How about Rodrick invites the reader to a party (he’s been crushing on her for the longest) but she plays hard to get and at the party her friends try to convince her to give him a chance and later it leads to them playing 7 minutes in heaven and they confess to each other and it goes from there ;) it could end in smut or fluff your way ly <3”

Summary: (college!au) College girls and their games, good thing Rodrick loves to play.

Warnings: Mentions of weed and alcohol, making out, teasing

A/N: Ok I forgot to make them confess but it’s implied sorry anon. I still hope you enjoy it!

If there was one thing Rodrick knew, college was a shit ton different than high school was. However, that wasn’t a bad thing. Unlimited booze and bud, hot chicks, and parties that never ended? He was practically in heaven! He had grown into himself, feeling more confident than ever since Heather had rejected him his senior year. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he thought about her but if he had to pinpoint it, it was a few months ago when she had hit him up, begging the boy to give her a chance. Oh the irony behind that. That was another good thing about college. In high school, all the girls thought he was just some loser who wasted too much time on a band that would always be shit.

But with years of experience under their belt and more free time to practice, Löaded Diaper was beginning to become a big deal in their rinky dink shithole off a small town. God was he glad too because with clout, also came hot girls in skirts that barely covered their ass. The opportunity for endless amounts of hookups was an absolute dream come true, but all dreams lose their shine eventually. When fucking became a mere thing to pass the time between class, gigs, and parties, he realized that it wasn’t as great as he thought it was. He was starting to crave something more, something like or, someone like- her.

God she was a babe. Rodrick still remembered the first time he saw her. Löaded Diaper was doing another house gig, everyone in the crowd dancing and moving to the intense music. And all of a sudden, a strobe light glossed over her perfectly, almost like a halo of blue light and his eyes were hooked. She was there with her friends, one of them whispering something in her ear which caused her to lock eyes with his. Pretty (e/c) eyes meeting his own brown ones. It was almost perfect, almost. As soon as they had finished the last note of their song, without missing a beat she swiftly made her exit and he made his way after her. Rodrick jumped off the stage, chasing after her and her friends all the way till they reached the curb. He grabbed her arm causing the girl to look back.

“Hey, uh, did you enjoy the gig?” He asked, running his fingers through his sweaty hair nervously. He felt his nerves rise even more at the sound of her friends’ giggles.

“I wouldn’t have stayed the whole gig if I didn’t, would I?” she retorted, rolling her eyes as she began to open the passenger door of the black mercedes.

“Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question..” he trailed off as she closed her door. His eyes widened at the fact he hadn’t gotten her name prompting him to take off after the car. He felt relieved as the girl rolled down her window, looking up at him through her thin framed sunglasses. “Wait! I didn’t get your name, I’m Rodrick.” he smirked, watching as she pulled her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head.

“Didn’t give it.” she quipped, sending him a wink as her friend took off into the distance. Who was she? All he knew about her was that she had a mouth on her and lived on the other side of campus. A lot of girl’s fit that description so it wasn’t easy asking around about her. However, as he stood here in the corner of the party his fraternity was throwing, he’d recognize a pair of nice legs like that from anywhere. His eyes took in her appearance. She had on a denim mini skirt, black turtleneck and a pair of knee high boots that matched. The boy had to practically stop himself from gawking at how good she looked, curves clinging to every bit of the form fitting outfit. He cleared his throat as his friend nudged him, looking to see what he wanted.

“Uh don’t look now, but I think that girl you were eye fucking is definitely eye fucking you back dude. Is that the chick from the gig a few weeks ago that you won’t shut up about?" Rodrick glared at the man, shoving him into the wall before walking towards her. He watched as her friends “coincidentally” all began to head off in other directions, leaving her to offer him a flirty little smile behind the drink she’d been nursing.

“Well if it isn’t the little drummer boy! To what do I owe the pleasure, Rodrick?” she purred, sitting down her now empty cup. She stepped forward, leaving them to be pressed chest to chest. It could easily be blamed on the crowded room but the two knew otherwise. He smirked back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist securely.

“I’m a simple man. I see a pretty girl sending looks my way, I come.” his eyes widened as he began to overthink his word choice. “N-not like that! Like I come over not like cum in my pants. I-I’m not like some virgin...well I’m not some man whore either! I don’t fuck around a lot. Not like the option isn’t there bu-” he quit his nervous ramblings at the sound of her laughter. He relaxed, smiling as the girl wrapped his arms around her neck. He began to lean in thinking she would ask him for a kiss but instead she missed his lips, putting hers next to his ear before whispering,

“Wanna dance?” Before he could answer, the girl (who’s name he still didn’t catch) was dragging him to the dance floor, moving his hands to rest on her hips. He tried to keep his movements as fluid as possible. It took him a bit but eventually his movements matched hers, as they swayed to the beat of the song. She pressed her head against his shoulder, looking up at him as she continued the movements against his pelvic area. “I love this song, it’s one of my favorites.” she whispered. He didn’t know if it was because he was cross faded or his enjoyment of the movements but D’Evils by SiR was beginning to become one of his favorite songs too. How could it not when there was such a pretty girl pressed against his front?

“Yeah? It suits you.” he muttered, leaning his head down to hover his own chapped lips above the girl’s soft gloss covered ones. She hummed in agreement, both of them slowly inching towards each other before she stopped, letting out a cheeky giggle.

“Did you really think I was going to kiss you that easily? You’ve gotta earn it.” She said, dragging a manicured hand against the skin of his neck. He shivered a bit as goosebumps formed, watching as she disappeared back into the crowd. He swore some, groaning as he fiddled with the growing bulge in his jeans. Was he out of the game for too long or had girls always been this hard to get? Either way, he didn’t care. Rodrick was gonna get this girl and her name by the end of the night if it was the last thing he ever did. He broke out of his thoughts, keeping sight of her figure making its way through the beaded curtain which led to the basement of the large frat house. Quickly he chased after her, trying to keep up with her. And, as if on purpose, every time he’d get close she’d flash him that breathtaking smile and continue on her path. Finally, she reached her supposed destination, a small group of people on couches, discussing the plans to play something.

“So, what’s the game?” He asked, causing everyone to look up at him as he sat on the couch farthest from her. He looked at the bottle in the center of the table, proud of himself and his seating choice. The further he was away, the more likely the bottle was to land on the pretty thing across from him.

“7 minutes in heaven. You down?” A brunette girl asked, a flirty look in her buzzed eyes. He ignored her small attempt at an advance, nodding as he locked eyes with the girl of the hour. He shot her a wink, smirking as she rolled her eyes, biting her lip to hide the smile that was making its way onto her face. For someone so adamant about playing this game of cat and mouse, she seemed to be fighting off her feelings very harshly. None of that mattered now though. If there was a god, he hoped he’d be on his side. Never had he wanted to be stuffed inside a muggy dark closet with someone so badly.

“Of course I’m down. Do I look like a pussy to you?” he asked, watching as the (h/c) haired girl opened her mouth. He gave her a pointed look, tilting his head at her. “Don’t answer that, legs.” The girl looked surprised at the nickname but didn’t say anything, trailing her acrylic nails up the curve of her thigh. His brown eyes followed curiously, jumping slightly as she closed her legs quickly giving him a mocking pout. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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Round after round was filled with surprises, none involving Rodrick or the mystery girl of his affections. Sometimes, the two people involved would cheer or jump up excitedly, ceasing the moment that they were desperately waiting for. Other times they would groan in disgust and hell, he couldn’t blame him with the hygiene of some of these people. Have they ever even heard of a shower, deodorant? Only their BO could tell. However, his odds grew more and more as it was finally his turn to spin the bottle. He picked it up, kissing the empty beer bottle as he made up some prayer. He let out a deep breath before spinning the bottle. As he watched it spin, the only thought he could seem to form was, ‘Please, please please. Cmon, cmon, cmon!’

Finally the bottle began to halt, making a rumbling noise as it stopped. His eyes followed the nose of it, letting out an internal cheer as his eyes met the (e/c) eyes from across from him. He pulled up his jeans before walking over to the girl, holding a hand out to her. She eyed it before smirking up at him, allowing her to pull him up. Rodrick looked down at her hand before tangling his fingers with her own, pulling her towards the closet. Once they both were in there, silence overcame them leaving the muffled music from upstairs to be the filler between silent space. He cleared his throat some, catching the shorter girl’s attention.

“Sooo, um. Would this count as earning it?” He quipped, giving her a flirty grin. The girl rolled her eyes before moving closer to him, pulling him down to her own height as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Rodrick wasted no time, pulling the girl by her hips and planting his on hers. The kiss was everything he’d hope it’d be. Passionate, hot, and filled with every bit of desire that had built up over the course of the party. He nibbled at her lip, causing a moan to slip from her lips. He smirked a bit, pulling away some to look into her eyes a bit.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to be a good kisser. You looked like you would give me a lot of teeth and too much tongue.” she giggled some, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. He rolled his eyes, smirking as he leaned in, nibbling on her neck a bit. He felt victory overcome him at the soft whimper that came from her lips.

“My pride’s a bit wounded, princess.” he purred, lifting her up as he pinned her against the wall. He leaned back in for another kiss, this one more deep and intense than the last. He groaned softly as she tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping at it slightly. He slid his tongue over her bottom lip, quickly tangling it with hers when she opened her mouth. They’re tongues danced a bit, fighting for dominance before he won. He absorbed her moans, sucking on her tongue as he slid a hand under her skirt, stroking the skin of her upper thighs. Rodrick noted how soft her skin was before gripping at it harshly, stroking her hips with his thumbs.

Just as he slid his hands under her shirt, a knock broke them out of their kiss. He groaned in annoyance, pulling away and fixing her clothes for her as the door was ripped open. The (e/c) eyed girl was the first to walk out, looking back at him as if she had something to say.

“(Y/n).” she said, causing him to look at her in confusion. “My name? It’s (Y/n). I hope this isn’t a habit of yours, making out with girls whose names you don’t even know.” she said, looking up at him expectantly. His mouth opened and closed as he stuttered, searching for the words to say. He cleared his throat before grabbing her hand, beginning the path to his own room.

“Not anymore it isn’t.”

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x you #rodrick heffley imagine

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heather | kaminari denki

— gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @misakachan

pairing: kaminari x fem!reader | platonic!kirishima x fem!reader

genre: LOTS of angst, some comfort(?)

summary: kaminari had been oblivious to your feelings for years now, and at first it was okay, you didn’t mind hiding them. until you noticed the way he looked at her and suddenly, it wasn’t okay anymore.

warnings: swearing

word count: 5.6k

a/n: this is my first time writing and posting for a bnha character so i really hope you guys like it <3 i usually don’t write angst, but i couldn’t stop thinking about this and decided to write it down and i’m very happy with how it turned out.

« i still remember third of december

me in your sweater, you said it looked better

on me, than it did you, only if you knew

how much i liked you »

YOUR whole body trembled thanks to the coldness surrounding you, the snow decorating the floor and trees being a clear sign that winter had already begun in japan. you hugged your arms in a poor attempt to provide yourself some kind of heath, only to be met with the feeling of your cold hands. out of all the days you could’ve forgotten your jacket, it had to be on one of the coldest days of december. profanities fell from your lips as you tried your best to endure the pain until the bus came, but you were sure you would pass out by then. or maybe you were exaggerating.

the bus stop wasn’t that far away from your house, maybe if you ran you could get your jacket and get back on time to catch the bus. you checked your phone to see the time, a groan leaving your lips as you realized that was going to be practically impossible. if you left now, by the time you came back the bus would be long gone. dammit, why do i have to forget everything?

“well well, look who we have here.” your ears perked up as soon as you heard the male’s voice, a small smile making its way to your lips.

kaminari made his way over to you, both hands on his pockets as he returned the smile, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. the smile didn't falter until he took note of your current state. his eyes widened with concern and his hands worked fast to take his jacket off.

“denki, what are you doing?” confusion was evident on your face, but that didn’t stop the blonde from wrapping you up in the warm material.

you blushed from the sudden proximity, his face just inches away as he finished zipping up the piece of clothing. it didn’t take long before his cologne filled your nostrils and you basked in the comfort it gave you; it smelled like home. kaminari’s smile returned to his face when he saw your body visibly relax at the newfound heath, even though goosebumps began to form on his skin by the sudden change of temperature. he could handle being cold for a few hours.

“there, now you won’t die of hypothermia.”

“but what about you?”

he shrugged, tilting his head to the side before answering, “it’s fine, it looks better on you anyways.”

you knew he probably meant it in a friendly way, but you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the compliment. suddenly you felt all warm inside, and it wasn’t because of the jacket. but rather the effect your best friend had on you.

right.

the smile slowly disappeared from your face, replaced with a hurt expression instead.

that’s all we are.

realization dawned upon you quickly and you scolded yourself for almost believing something so irrational and overall stupid. but as he nudged your arm with his elbow and started talking to you about a new video game that had come out that exact same day, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he did so, you allowed yourself to hold on to that fantasy a little longer. after all, dreaming didn’t hurt anyone right?

and so, you spent the whole ride to school envisioning an universe in which kaminari returned your feelings for him. an universe in which he loved you just as much as you loved him and you didn’t have to worry about anything, because at least you had him. an universe in which you didn’t have to overthink every little thing he did, wondering whether or not he actually meant it or if he was being his usual flirty self. an universe in which you were able to call him yours.

when school ended and you found yourself at the bus station once again, with kaminari next to you, you began to take off the jacket, having it worn all day and deciding it was time to give it back. but kaminari’s hands stopped you, hovering on top of yours, before you could finish unzipping it. you looked at him questioningly, trying your best to ignore the erratic beating of your heart and the electricity you felt right where your hands were touching.

“you can keep it.” his words confused you even more.

“what? no. it’s your jacket, you’ll get cold and besides it’s-”

“oh please don’t act like you don’t love wearing my clothes.” his tone was teasing, yet knowingly eyes scanned your face and you looked away, a hint of blush across your cheeks.

“whatever, but don’t expect to get it back.” kaminari laughed, his hands leaving your own and you had to hold back from taking it and interlacing your fingers together.

as you parted ways, walking in opposite directions to head back to your houses after a long day at school, you hugged yourself for the second time that day. this time, actually being able to feel warm. both inside and out.

—

« but I watch your eyes

as she walks by

what a sight for sore eyes

brighter than the blue sky

she’s got you mesmerized

while I die »

YOU and kaminari told each other everything, well at least most things. so it didn’t surprise you when he started rambling about yet another girl. don’t get me wrong, you loved him to death, but you had to admit that the boy could be quite unlucky with the ladies, much to own your luck that is. but this time was different and you both knew it. you noticed it in the way he smiled whenever he talked about her, how he was able to light up from just hearing her name, and most importantly, the way he looked at her. and you immediately knew. because it was the same way you looked at him.

she was your classmate and friend, and you could totally understand why kaminari was so smitten with her. she was funny, smart, caring, beautiful; in other words everything you weren’t. and while it’s true you knew it was bad to be envious of people, specially your friends, you simply couldn’t not wish to be her. i mean come on, not only did she have an awesome quirk you had no chance of competing against, she also had the boy you loved wrapped around her finger and she wasn’t even aware of it.

“and then when he was about to- denki, are you even listening?” he wasn’t, but you didn’t want to admit that.

“hm? oh sorry! what were you saying?” his pretty amber eyes looked at you for only a split second, before going back to admire the dark purpled haired girl.

jirou stood a few feet away from you guys, talking and laughing with sero and mina. you could feel your heart slowly breaking as you saw kaminari’s lips curl into a small smile when she briefly looked at him, waving at him in the process. and of course you didn’t miss the way she blushed.

“ah it’s nothing important anyways.”

“hey y/n, do you think i should ask jirou out?”

oh.

you were pretty certain you stopped breathing once your brain registered his words. how could he be so oblivious?! you had been friends since fucking middle school and you were supposed to believe that he never once noticed how hopelessly in love you were with him? did you not show it enough? were you that bad at displaying your love for people? or was he just ridiculously dumb? you desperately hoped it was the latter, because deep down a part of you still believed that there was a possibility for you two. that an us could be possible if you just showed him how serious you were about him.

but the rational part of you was screaming at you to stop being so damn stupid, to finally open your eyes and realize kaminari didn’t and would never reciprocate your feelings. that you were hoping for the impossible to happen, that you were preparing yourself for absolute heartbreak if you thought for a second he would choose you over her. and while you wanted nothing more than to yell at him for being so dense, for not seeing that you were right there, you simply couldn’t. so you went with the safer option.

“y-yeah, you should. i’m sure she’ll say yes.” you were able to muster a smile, and despite the lump in your throat, you feel happiness surge through you as he turns around and gives you a big smile.

“you think so? but what if she says no?”

“any girl would be lucky to have you, denki. you’re sweet, cool, and funny. what more could a girl ask for?” you were only half joking, but of course he didn’t notice.

“well if you say it like that it just sounds like you have a crush on me.” he winked at you and you swore you were about to pass out. not only because of the wink, but because of his sudden implication. (which was a fact)

“you wish,” you snort to make it seem more real, and it seems to work because kaminari’s now pouting at you. “now go get em’ tiger.”

“please don’t say that again.”

“wow okay, cold.”

he stood up, taking a deep breath before walking over to jirou, starting off with a joke as he leaned down on her desk and, as much as she tried to stifle it, a loud laugh escaped her. apparently kaminari’s charm didn’t only work on you. but oh how you wished it did because that way you would be the one getting asked out right now, not her. quite frankly, you would give anything to have him look at you the way he was looking at her right now, as if she was some mystical creature. or better yet, as if he was under some kind of love spell that made him unable to look at anyone else like that.

from the other corner of the classroom, a certain red haired guy looked at you with pity in his eyes, but also concern. he made his way to you, sitting down in kaminari’s previous spot. you sent him a, clearly fake, smile when you noticed it was none other than kirishima, one of your best friends. but he saw right through that.

“hey,” his voice was soft and low, he didn’t exactly want the whole class to know about what was going on. “are you okay?”

you gulped, but still nodded. “of course, why wouldn’t i be?” another fake smile.

“don’t give me that bullshit y/n. you don’t need to lie to me.” that was all you needed to hear before dropping the act, your smile quickly being replaced with a frown and kirishima’s heart hurt for you.

“this sucks,” you say under your breath, looking away towards their direction only to see kaminari playing with one of jirou’s earphone jacks, which obviously made the pain in your chest worsen. “i just want him to look at me the same way he looks at her,” tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes. “is that too much to ask for?” you asked no one in particular as you looked up to kirishima.

“it’s not, but you’ll be okay,” without thinking it twice, he hugged you and you didn’t fight back, instead welcoming the warmth his chest provided you and resting your head against one of his shoulders. “you know he doesn’t know y/n, if he did i’m sure things would be different.”

“i know, but it’s fine. i just want him to be happy.”

even if it’s not with me.

but you don’t say that, preferring to just stay on kirishima’s arms a little longer while trying to ignore the two love birds giggling behind you, your heart breaking more and more each time you heard kaminari’s sweet words. because they weren’t for you, they were for her.

—

« why would you ever kiss me?

i’m not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater

it’s just polyester

but you like her better

wish i were heather »

HIDING your emotions was something you mastered pretty well by now. you spent years keeping your feelings for kaminari to yourself and you didn’t mind at all; you had come to terms with the fact that this crush was probably one sided a long time ago. so, why did you suddenly felt the need to tell him? it never bothered you, but now, after having to see him every day making heart eyes at her and hear him talk about how cool she was, you thought maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you just wanted him to have the option; he deserved to know right? or maybe you were just hoping that he would choose you over her. just like you would choose him over anyone in a heartbeat.

but to be honest, you didn’t know what you would do with yourself if he didn’t. if he chose her over you while knowing you loved him too. what if she meant more to him than you did? what if he thought you were outright weird and things became awkward? what if your friendship wasn’t as special as you thought it was? you shook your head, hands coming up to your temples to try and get rid of some of the tension. no, that couldn’t be. you knew he loved you...at least as a friend.

it had been 2 months already since kaminari and jirou started talking. they weren’t oficial yet, but you accidentally overheard her conversation with yaoyorozu a few days ago and heard her complaining about how she wished he finally made a move on her. that somehow relieved you because at least they hadn’t gotten physical yet, but at the same time you wondered if you were being a bad friend by thinking that. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help it. i mean you liked the boy for fucks sake, it was understandable that you weren’t exactly hoping for them to pounce on each other.

“where’s denki?” kirishima asked as he caught up with you in the hallway, both of you making your way to the new dorms.

“don’t know, he left before i could even ask him.” you tried your best to sound neutral, but you knew you didn’t do a good job when you heard kirishima sighing. however, much to your liking, he stayed quiet and didn’t say anything about it, changing the topic to today’s events.

you were grateful to have him; he was the only one who knew about your crush on kaminari and the only one who was able to take your mind off things even for just a little while. soon enough you found yourself laughing by his side as he talked about bakugou’s weird antics and how hot-headed he could be at times, which you had experienced firsthand.

“he was all like ‘hey shitty hair, if you’re not gonna do a good work then fuck off!’ like man calm down, i didn’t even do anything.” you giggled at his accurate impersonation of the angry blonde. shaking your head as you looked up, noticing you were already at the dorms building.

you squinted your eyes when you saw two people standing right in front of the main entrance, but couldn’t make out their faces thanks to the long distance. yet the closer you got, the better you could see them. and once your eyes focused on the couple completely, everything stopped.

it was them.

they were kissing.

right in front of you.

his arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him as if he never wanted to let her go, and her own were wrapped around his neck, caressing his soft blonde hair which you loved to ruffle whenever he laid down on your lap.

they looked so beautiful, straight out of a cheesy romcom movie. the sun was beginning to set and its rays reflected on their skin perfectly, making them look golden. and in that precise moment you realized just how beautiful jirou was and how much she complimented kaminari in every sense of the word. could it be that they were made for each other?

before you knew it, a single tear rolled down your cheek, and you weakly smiled at kirishima when he opened his mouth to try and comfort you, yet no words seemed to come out. because he knew that no matter what he said, the damage was already done. the couple hadn’t even noticed you two, too immersed in their own little world as they giggled and made their way inside, all while holding each other’s hands.

“they make a good couple, don’t they?” you fixed your eyes on your shoes, holding back the sobs that desperately wanted to escape you.

“y/n…” kirishima’s tone was sad, mostly because he didn’t know what to do, but also because he understood perfectly the pain you were going through. he had been experiencing it for a while now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, kiri.” you sent him another smile, but right when you started walking towards the entrance he managed to see the tears falling down your cheeks as you bit down on your lower lip.

and somehow, that kiss proved to you that you could never beat her, that she had won over kaminari’s heart. something you could never do.

—

« watch as she stands with her holding your hand

put your arm 'round her shoulder,

now I'm getting colder

but how could I hate her?

she’s such an angel

but then again, kinda wish she were dead »

PEOPLE often say one’s happiness shouldn’t relay on others and you had always been a firm believer of that, knowing that people were unpredictable and that they could change at any moment given. so it was only reasonable that you made yourself happy, without needing to depend on other people, yet that didn’t really add up with your current situation. it made you look like a hypocrite.

ever since jirou and kaminari started dating, you had been spending less and less time together. the only time you could have him all to yourself was when you occasionally paired up during training and even then you didn’t really talk much. you were happy everything had worked out for them, and you loved to see kaminari happy, but it hurt you. it hurt so much, to the point that sometimes it was hard to get out of bed.

you missed your best friend. and you knew it was selfish, but did it even matter at this point? did he he notice how you talked less and less? how you barely smiled anymore? of course he didn’t. he was too busy looking at her anyways, too busy going on dates and learning how to play the guitar just for her. his girlfriend.

and as much as you wanted to hate them both, you didn’t have it in you. why would you? because they were happy and in love? you weren’t that desperate. but sometimes, as you watched her throw her head back while she laughed at something kaminari said, you wished he had never met her. you wished you never came to UA in the first place, that way they wouldn’t have met and you would probably still have your best friend by your side. no. even if he hadn’t met her, you knew he would never go for a girl like you.

these past few months had been hell for you, you barely left your room unless it was for school, your eating habits couldn’t have gotten any worse, and you weren’t getting any sleep, too busy crying your eyes out as you wondered what the hell you did wrong. and you knew what you were doing wasn’t healthy, but a part of you wished that something really bad happened to you just so kaminari would pay attention to you again. but he didn’t.

today was one of those days, you didn’t feel like getting up your bed just to watch a dumb movie with your classmates, and possible have to witness jirou and kaminari being all lovey dovey right in front of you. the thought alone was enough to make you roll your eyes, scoffing at how much the pair loved PDA.

“come on y/n! it’ll be so fun.” kirishima was currently trying to convince you to go watch a movie with the rest of class 1-A in the common room, but as expected you denied his invitation. “even bakugou is going!”

“then you’ll be more than fine without me.”

“i’ll miss you tho.” he gave you puppy eyes and you groaned, placing your pillow over your face.

“since when are you so cheesy?”

“stop trying to change the subject,” a frustrated sigh left his lips, and you lowered your pillow to look at him. he was sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed, a frown evident on his face. “i know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you can’t keep on like this y/n.” you flinched slightly at his serious tone.

“i know,” this time it was you who sighed, weighing your options in your head. you knew kirishima was right and he was trying his best to make you feel better, so the least you could do was make him some company. “okay fine,” his head turned in your direction, looking at you hopefully. “i’ll go, but it better be a good movie.”

“yes! you won’t regret it, i promise. and if at some point you wanna leave, then we’ll leave, but you have to at least try.” your heart swelled at his consideration; he was too sweet to you and you didn’t deserve it at all.

“you don’t have to do that, kiri.”

“but i want to. i know it’s not easy, so i’m proud of you for doing this.” his words made a lump appear in your throat. maybe you were being overly sensitive, but hearing him say that meant a lot.

it wasn’t long before the clock striked 9PM and everyone started making their way to the common room, chatting happily as they sat down and got everything ready for the night. you watched as people started to take a seat, whether it was on the couches or on the floor, and you started to get a bit anxious when you noticed kaminari walking down the stairs, but jirou was nowhere to be seen. thankfully.

as much as you tried to not let him have an effect on you, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you saw him. it was truly inevitable, but what you hated the most was knowing you had no effect on him whatsoever.

before you could look away and hide from his view, kaminari spotted you. he sent you a big smile, waving his hand before walking over to where you stood. ok, calm down act normal. it’s just denki. you tried to calm yourself down, but your breath hitched in your throat when you suddenly felt his arms engulf you in a tight hug, your arms slowly coming up to his neck to return the gesture. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t miss this feeling. the feeling of being home again.

but it ended way too fast for your liking.

“hey you! we haven’t hung out in a while, i miss you.”

because you’re too busy with your girlfriend, asshole.

“yeah sorry about that, i’ve been kinda busy i guess.” your tone was off and he noticed, but he brushed it off. maybe she’s tired.

“then what are you doing tomorrow? we can go to the mall or wherever you want to.” your head quickly shot up, looking at him with nothing but hope in your eyes.

“really?”

“of course! we need to have some bestie time.” the wink he sent you was playful, but your lips still curved into a smile from hearing him saying he wanted to spend time with you.

“then maybe we can go to this new-”

“hey babe i saved you a seat,” out of the blue, jirou appeared right next to kaminari, slipping her hand into his. and your heart clenched when you noticed he held it back tightly. “oh, hi y/n!” she sent you a warm, genuine smile, and you felt so bad for wanting her to feel your pain.

“hi jirou.”

“i was just telling y/n about how we should hang out.” you frowned at him, is he inviting her?

“oh? where did you plan on going?”

“i told her she should pick.”

“well that sounds even more fun, any ideas?”

“actually i just remembered i got some homework to finish.” it was a lie, but you didn’t have it in you to third wheel on what was supposed to be a date with your best friend.

“what?” kaminari asked you, not understanding you sudden change in attitude.

“yeah, maybe next time tho.” he wanted to ask what was wrong, but as he opened his mouth to do so, you saw kirishima walking towards the common room with bakugou and took that as your cue to leave the awkward encounter.

“well that was weird.” he mumbled to himself and jirou looked at him questioningly, wondering what he meant.

“hm? what was that babe?” the blonde shook his head, convincing himself he was probably overthinking things. he placed his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder before walking over to one of the couches. to be more precise, the couch in front of yours.

you sat beside kirishima, your leg bouncing up and down anxiously as you waited for iida to finally play the goddamn movie so you had something else to pay attention to instead of them. kirishima quickly noticed the unusual movement and was about to ask you what was wrong, but once he saw where your gaze was locked on, it didn’t take him long to put two and two together.

he knew better than to ask you in front of everyone if you were okay, so he just gave your knee a light squeeze, which you highly appreciated and let him know so by smiling at him. after a few minutes that felt like eternity, iida played the movie and told everyone to not make any unnecessary noises and be considerate of your classmates which made you scoff slightly.

twenty minutes into the movie and everything was going great so far. you had actually managed to get immersed in the plot and found yourself leaning your head against kirishima’s shoulder to get a better view, but also because the effect of not having a stable sleeping schedule was dawning on you. however, just when you thought you were about to fall asleep on your friend’s comfortable shoulder, you heard some giggles. you opened your eyes slowly, frowning when you saw kaminari leaving small kisses on jirou’s neck. your heart felt like it was being stabbed for the hundredth time and you tried to ignore them and just focus on the tv screen. you really tried to remain calm, to keep up your act just as you had done all this months, but you lost it when you heard those three damn words leave his lips.

“i love you.”

it was low, barely even audible, but you heard it. you heard it loud and clear. and just like that, with your heart losing every last bit of hope it had, you stood up from your seat abruptly, making everyone look at you, before making your way upstairs without saying another word. all of your classmates looked between them, not only confused, but also concerned.

“oi shitty hair,” bakugou spoke from his place next to kirishima, who looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “go check up on her.” he muttered and kirishima only nodded before walking upstairs to follow you.

bakugou’s words worried kaminari even more, was there something going on with you that he didn’t know about? was that why you were acting so weird earlier? no way, you told him everything. you were best friends after all...right? and with that question on his mind, he couldn’t focus on the movie or his girlfriend anymore.

you walked towards your room silently, even though you wanted nothing more than to scream and fight someone. you wanted, no, needed to let all of your pent up frustration out. you had been patient enough, putting his happiness before your own for years now, and while you knew it wasn’t his fault at all, you wanted to be mad at him about something. you wanted him to understand that this wasn’t fair, that you could be good for him if he gave you the chance, that you wouldn’t be a waste of his time, but the only thing that was coming out of you were tears.

angry tears stained your face as they furiously ran down your cheeks, reminding you of all the sleepless nights you spent alone, crying your heart out to no one but yourself. you stood in front of your room, hand reaching out to the door’s knob to open it and spend yet another night wondering why the hell you weren’t enough. but a hand stopped you.

kirishima’s grip on your forearm was gentle, but firm enough to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere, and somehow, his touch made you want to cry even more. you tried to push him away, telling him that you were perfectly fine, yet your bloodshot eyes told a whole different story. and as much as you kicked and screamed, kirishima knew the last thing you needed was to be alone.

“let go!” seeing that holding your arms had no effect on you whatsoever, he tried a different approach. his strong arms hugged you to his chest, and, as much as you wanted to deny it, you found comfort in them. “i said let me go, kirishima.”

“no. y/n listen to me. you need to stop bottling all your feelings up, nothing good will come out of that,” you finally started to relax, breathing heavily as you listened to his words. “it doesn’t matter if you talk, cry, or scream, but you need to voice out how you feel. if it’s not to him, then tell me. i’m always ready to listen.” his voice was so gentle, so soft, yet it held so much emotion and honesty.

more tears fell down your cheeks as you gripped kirishima’s shirt tightly against your fingers, your face hiding comfortably on his chest.

“i can’t take this anymore kiri,” you started talking and kirishima was quick to hug you a little tighter, one of his hands rubbing small circles on the small of your back. “i miss him so much, i miss my best friend. and i want him to be happy, i really do, but why must his happiness cause me so much pain?” a sob racked through your whole body after hearing yourself say those words, the ones you never thought you’d voice out to someone. “at first it was fine and i didn’t mind that much, but now? we barely even talk anymore, and when we do it’s always small talk. and we used to talk for hours about everything and anything, we would never get bored when we were together. now it’s like i don’t even exist to him except for when he seems to have some time to spare. did our friendship meant shit to him? because fuck i wasted years of my life loving someone who can’t even notice how much i’ve been struggling.”

by this point your tears had stained kirishima’s shirt almost completely, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck about that. all that mattered was you and only you. the only thought on his mind was how he was gonna make you feel better. so he held you in his arms a little longer, hoping that somehow his actions could express everything he felt. his free hand came up to caress your hair while he shushed you softly, rocking you two back and forth.

that’s how the night ended.

you, with your heart broken in a million pieces, longing for the person who made you feel this way. because you knew you would always love him, maybe even more than you loved yourself. you knew that no matter how much you tried to hate him, you could never even get close to feeling anything but pure adoration for the boy. and if having him in your life implied having to handle all this heartache and hurt, then maybe you could endure it. because for him it was all worth it.

and a certain redhead with all his feelings caught in his throat. he wanted nothing more than to scream at you for not noticing he understood completely how you felt, way more than you imagined, yet he knew that you would always only have eyes for him. but perhaps that was okay. if the only way to be close to you was comforting you because you loved a guy who was too dense to see what he had in front of him, then so be it. in the end it was all worth it for you.

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years

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Soulmates

JJK X Reader soulmate AU

Warnings: Minor character death(car crash, only mentioned nothing graphic), Drinking

I don’t know if this is what you (the requester) were going for? this is somehow where I ended up

Everyone in this world has a soulmate. Someone that is meant to complete them and make them feel whole.

Your other half can be identified by the matching birthmark hidden somewhere on their body. There are also a lot of people whose marks are so close to matching that it almost feels like the real thing… almost. Sadly, many don’t ever get to experience the love of their true soulmate, so they settle for the closest they can get.

Jungkook was convinced he was one of the lucky few. Looking at her made his heart feel like it was going to burst. Every time he saw her the world got brighter, the birds started singing a little louder, and his stress nearly melted away entirely … nearly. But at 17 no one is going to pay attention to nearly.

Their birthmark’s matched so closely, each sporting a small puzzle piece on opposite wrists. You wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at the loved-up pair as they walked together hand in hand. And he loved her so completely, and her him, that they never thought to question it. Madly in love until the day she died.

Jungkook spent weeks almost comatose when the news of her car crash reached him. Couldn’t move, eat, sleep. To lose your soulmate so young was said to be a fate worse than never finding them at all. Even after coming through the other side people could tell he wasn’t the same carefree young boy he had been, most likely never would be again. His eyes’ looked far older than his years now, his soft features much more angular.

Three months after her death he resolve to never fall in love again, happy in the knowledge that he got to know her even for such a short amount of time.

….

You met Jungkook at a party. Someone from Uni decided that 24 was the right age for a big birthday bash. They hired out an entire club and set up a series of activities for people to enjoy. A mechanical ball on the main floor, a ball pit to the side, a BBQ in the smoking area, and a bouncy castle in the downstairs 90’s themed area. It really was an amazing event. You however spent most of your time watching the quiet Korean boy in the corner, every time his eyes met yours you felt compelled to move to him, talk to him, dance with him, anything that would get his attention on you. At the time you put it down to the alcohol. It took you exactly 3 and a half drinks to pick up the courage and interrupt his current conversation.

He was very sweet, really sweet considering he clearly didn’t want to be talking to you. It was evident in the way his eyes shifted and the nervous playing with his sleeves, still you persevered. Something about him wouldn’t let you give up, not yet at least. Your saving grace came when your favourite band came blaring over the speakers. “PRETTYMUCH” aren’t an underrated band per say but it’s difficult to find someone who knows them in your circle, so when Jungkook’s face lit up at the same time as yours you knew you had your in. So with the Phases remix blaring through the club you took your opportunity.

“I love this song!” You took his hand and pulled him on to the dance floor before you really realised that’s what you are doing. To start with he was frozen, a little shocked by your boldness, but as you gave it your all he joined in, loosening up for the first time that entire night. After that it was a lot easier to talk to him, you actually went into the smoking area to talk more about shared music interests.

After you went to get a drink you got caught up with some others and he came to find you. It felt like an electric shock when he’d grabbed your hand to get your attention, but there were a lot of balloons around so that would explain the residual electricity. By the time the party was over, and the club was closing, you didn’t want to leave him, not just now but ever. You found yourselves wandering around aimlessly, talking about nothing until the sun came up. Looking back it was then you decided Jungkook was it for you. You had never really believed in the soulmate tradition until you met him.

Weeks go by of you texting back and forth. You found out the reason he was so into music was because he was a musician himself, he even promised to perform for you sometime. A lot of promises were made in those messages.

‘There’s this amazing Restaurant in the city’ you claimed promising to take him with you next time.

‘I really want to see this movie’ he said promising to pay for tickets when it came out.

‘We should go see this band together’ The number one promise between the two of you, quickly racking up a lot of different acts to see together.

So when one of those bands turned up on the roster for the local you’d bought tickets immediately sending him the confirmation. Your stomach had fluttered thinking about seeing him in person again. And so you counted down the days as they passed. Picked and repicked your outfit. Talked yourself in and out of going. Eventually the day arrived. The doorbell signalling his arrival was deafening, ringing out through your small studio apartment. You took a few deep breaths before opening the door.

He was flawless, your tipsy memory hadn’t done him justice. A broad chest draped in a white long sleeve tee, ripped skinnies straining against his thighs, his hair swept into a James Dean quiff. You might’ve laughed at the way your outfits had accidently matched (a black crop with white skinnies) had you been capable of making a noise.

“Ready to go?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. You’d nodded, blushing when you realised you had been staring.

It was a short bus ride into the town centre. Spent in relatively comfortable silence arms brushing against one another in the limited space on the crowded vehicle. The club was packed wall to wall when you got inside, no hope of getting to the front of the crowd, or so you’d thought. Jungkook grabbed your hand winked at you and began heading in the opposite direction of the stage. He led you up some back stairs and on to a balcony you hadn’t ever noticed before.

“I’ve played here before, almost no one knows this is here, but it will give us the perfect view.” He dropped your hand in favour of leaning over the railing. You couldn’t help but feel cold at the loss. The performance was great, you found yourselves screaming lyrics back and forth at one another. Some people had cottoned on to your little hiding spot and soon it became as packed as the rest of the club. Whether he was trying to protect you from the others or he was pushed there you will never know, but Jungkook ended up caging you to the railing, head resting on your shoulder.

After the show you’d decided it was time to ask him how he felt. The club was still busy, but the two of you had been in a quiet corner on your own nursing drinks and chatting aimlessly.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You asked, broaching the topic carefully. You watched closely for his reaction, but he gave nothing away. Instead he just shrugged.

“I did once.” It was too blunt, you knew you should’ve stopped but you couldn’t, now you’d decided to tell him it was like verbal diarrhoea.

“I didn’t think I did, I mean I’ve never seen any ‘matching birthmarks’ and every couple I know is perfectly happy… but then I met you and I keep thinking about it, and you, and how I feel about you.” You watched as his face goes from pensive to a deer caught in the headlights.

“I… I have to leave now.” He got up and ran into the crowd before you even had a chance to reach for him. He dipped through a back entrance of the club and into the night before you could even push through the first layer of people.

The ride home had seemed a lot longer. Holding back tears had proved extremely difficult. Of all the reactions he could’ve given you that might’ve been the worst one. Somehow you found yourself thinking even him laughing in your face might’ve been better. You left the lights in your studio switched off that night. Made a beeline for your bed and passed out face down.

It would’ve felt like a bad dream when you woke up… if it hadn’t been for the crusty mascara tracking down your cheeks. You’d picked up your phone from where it lay abandoned next to you. Battery on 12%. You’d decided then it’d be best to run damage control, at least save the friendship.

Y/N: I’m sorry about last night…

You hadn’t expected his reply to be quick, so it’d surprised you when the typing bubbles appeared immediately; and furthered your sadness when they disappeared moments later without a message.

For days you spiralled. Going over the moment again and again in your head. Each replay turning the memory into something worse than the original.

Eventually you plucked yourself out of bed, deciding to face the problem head on and talk to the friend that invited you both to their birthday in the first place.

She met you at a café downtown during her lunch break. It was obvious by your red rimed eyes and sniffling nose that you had been crying but she was nice enough to ignore it for the most part. You caught up on her life for a little while until you physically couldn’t hold back anymore.

You told her exactly what had happened between you and JK, watching as her expression got both more understanding and pitying as you got closer to the end. Whatever you thought she was going to tell you was no where close to the story you got. You sat mouth wide open as she told you about the accident, and the way it affected Jungkook. It made you want to cry all over again. You didn’t know what to say once she had finished, stewing in your own thoughts for a while. The main thought that kept coming to the front of your mind was one that made you feel so evil. But you had to get it out

“What if she wasn’t really his soulmate. What if he was never meant for her” Its barely above a whisper but your friend heard it.

“He truly believes that she was” She replied squinting at you. Her break ended shortly after that leaving you alone with your thoughts.

…

It’s almost a month later when you see Jungkook again. Hadn’t heard a single thing from him since the concert but at least you knew why.

This time it was someone pool party. You honestly hadn’t been expecting to see him there. Didn’t even know you had mutual friends past that one girl. You didn’t think twice about your birthmark when you stripped down to your two piece. Why would you? Everyone has one. You were lay out on a sun-lounger with a drink when you spotted him. Tucked away in a corner once again, the only difference this time was his attention was already on you. He looked as good as ever, hair damp and slicked back, Long-sleeved neoprene shit covering his torso but trunks showing off his amazing thighs. You’d forced yourself to look away form him but could still feel the intensity of his gaze on you.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, too hot under the sun and his stare you decided to change out of your swimsuit into a sundress for the evening. Heading inside you found your way into someone’s bedroom to get changed. Perhaps you should’ve checked to see if the door the locked though, because just as you had wiggled out of the bikini top Jungkook burst into the room.

“Ah shit… Sorry… I um.” His hand had flown in front of his eyes as he’d slammed the door shut behind him and you’d immediately reached for the flimsy dress pulling it over you torso so he could reopen his eyes.

“What in the actual fuck Jungkook?” you whisper screamed not wanting to draw attention to the two of you hidden away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t think… I just needed to see…”

“See what?! My boobs? I think you managed that one perv. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks and now all of a sudden you can’t wait long enough to knock.” You came across a lot meaner than you had meant, you just hadn’t been prepared for him to want to speak to you again.

“No I’m sorry I’ll go, this was a bad idea, I was probably seeing things anyway.” He mumbled looking sheepishly at the floor/

“No wait it’s okay, I really want to apologise don’t leave.” You took a deep breath and waited for his eyes to meet yours properly. When they did you could see the shock behind them.

“Why do you need to apologise? I’m the one that ran off, I never even told you why and I fucked up and I’m sorry I just…” You reached for him then, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and then realised it wasn’t your place, arm dropping heavily back to your side. “I felt so guilty with you, not because of you, because of me.” You nodded in understanding.

“I found about your soulmate after I confessed to you. I’m so sorry I didn’t know. I never would’ve brought it up if I had known you had already found yours.” You’d broken eye contact with him then unable to watch the sadness in his eyes and not be able to do anything about it.

“That’s why I felt so guilty though because the way I feel about you is so similar to the way I felt about her, how I still feel about her deep down. I was so confused because you’re only supposed to get one soulmate, and if I could feel the same way about you in such a short time… it just feels like I’m betraying her by loving you.” He stepped forward reaching for your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. “The today when I saw your birthmark on your thigh I could’ve cried.” He uses his free hand to unzip the shirt he’d been wearing. He pulled his left arm from the sleeve exposing his birthmark to you. A puzzle piece to fit perfectly into your own.

You’d gasped at the revelation you were right. He was meant to be yours. And yet it didn’t feel right. The anguish on his face was clear, the internal fight he had obviously been having with himself ever since the concert.

“Letting yourself love me now doesn’t mean you loved her any less” you whispered, allowing yourself to move even closer to him, wrapping him in your arms. He’d nuzzled into your neck allowing tears to stream down his cheeks and onto your shoulder. You’d felt every bit of stress leave his body as he cried. Emotions he hadn’t even know he had been holding onto, finally letting himself really breath since he had lost her all those years ago.

You’d lost track of the time, just stood with him, holding him until the final few sniffles came. His cheeks had been puffy by and red when he pulled away, wiping his face on the sleeve still on his right arm.

“Do you want to leave? We can go back to mine” You’d asked carefully, not willing to let him go home alone after feeling like that. He’d nodded weakly, sliding his arm back into the shirt before taking your hand in his. You’d headed for the door only to be brought back by the hand he had on yours. He’d pulled you so close you could see the flecks of gold in his irises, watched your reaction before leaning in and kissing you. It was salty with left over tears, but you wouldn’t change you first kiss for the world. Everything felt like it clicked into place in that moment, the world tilted on its axis. The exchange was short lived, a chaste peck followed by a few smaller pecks before he let you lead him all the way home.

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backtobackbakubabe · 3 years

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Speak Easy Part 9

Dabi X Reader , Bakugo X Reader

Words: 3214

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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You drank all day. Then took a nap, ate some pizza, and then continued to drink some more.

“Fuck Endeavor!” Dabi threw a pillow at the TV.

“Yeah fuck that guy! Small dick Energy!” You giggled at the sideways glare Dabi gave you.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the size of my old man’s dick.” You and Dabi were lounging on the couch, your legs in his lap, empty beer bottles littering the coffee table. You were watching some trashy special on TV about Japans top heroes, and having fun roasting them all. Dabi chuckled as he rubbed circles into your calf. “I have to say… I didn’t think you’d still be conscious at this point. I had you pegged as a light weight.”

You snorted as you sat up to look at him. “Who the fuck you calling a… *burp* light weight?” You sat up too quickly and had to squeeze your eyes shut to keep the room from spinning. His hand came up to steady you and you leaned into his warmth. “I’ll have you know… I am a drinking queen!” You giggled and started singing Dancing Queen at the top of your lungs but replaced the word dancing with drinking.

He rolled his eyes at you before shoving you off of his lap and onto the floor. You landed with a loud thud, but you just continued to giggle. “Aren’t you a Siren? Isn’t your singing supposed to be… I don’t know…good?”

Gasping you held your hand to your chest in mock horror. “How dare you insult my singing. If I wanted, I’d have you on my knees in seconds.”

He smirked at you, “Wait, what does that even mean? Did you mean you’d have me on MY knees in seconds or you’d be on YOUR knees in seconds? Because those are two very different things.”

“UGH! You know what I meant!”

You gave him a pouty look to which he just chuckled in response. “I don’t think I do doll. Why don’t you show me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I refuse to fall for your perverted mind games. I’m too smart!”

Dabi got an evil glint in his eyes. “Too smart huh?” He pushed himself off the couch and held a hand out to you to help you stand up on wobbly legs. “You’ve made some bold claims tonight princess. You say you’re a drinking queen. You say your smarter than me. You said you could have me on my knees in seconds… I just don’t know if I believe you.”

You swayed a bit as you jabbed a finger into his chest. “Bring it on bacon bits. Let’s make it a competition.”

“Okay fine. But it’s only fun if we put something on the line. What are we wagering?” His hand started to travel down your side to grip your ass.

Slapping his hand away you stepped out of his reach. “Nothing sexual! Keep your hands to yourself.”

He watched as you tapped your chin in thought. Obviously you were taking this competition thing very seriously. You looked cute in your drunken state. Your hair was askew and your cheeks a rosy shade or red. Suddenly your eyes beamed, “I know! Truth or dare!”

“Uh what?” Dabi quirked an eyebrow at your antics. “Did you forget that we are adults?”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a buzz kill!” You rushed over to the kitchen and started pulling out cups and beer. “We used to do this at UA all the time! It’s so much fun, come on!”

Dabi groaned as he approached the table that you were currently setting up for beer pong. “Oh come on… I was hoping it could be sexual.” It was his turn to pout now. “We could always play a quick round of strip pong. What do ya say?”

You paused as you set up cups, “Hmm maybe later. I know as soon as my clothes start to come off you won’t want to play games anymore.” You gave him a taunting look, “At least not any innocent ones.”

He raised his hands up in defense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am more than capable of keeping my hands to myself.”

You snorted as you set up the last cup. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

He took his spot on one side of the table. “I’ll tell you what… I’ll compromise. For every cup we make we have to answer a question. If I win, we move on to strip pong. If you win or if I can’t manage to keep my hands to myself, I’ll do whatever silly little punishment you can think of.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Sounds good to me.” You cracked you knuckles dramatically. “I hope you’re not a sore loser.” You were really confident for someone who was on the verge of passing out. But if you were being honest with yourself, you knew you were better at drinking games the drunker you were.

Dabi gave you a borderline evil smirk, “We’ll see how cocky you are when I make you play bare ass naked.” He threw a yellow ping pong pall at you, laughing as it smacked you in the face. “I’m sure there’s a some joke I could make about you liking balls in your face… bu-“

You tossed the ball and he watched as it sunk right in. One cup down, five more to go. His surprised eyes met your emotionless ones. You winked, “Drink up bitch.”

He scoffed as he yanked the ball out of the cup before downing it’s contents and flipping it upside down. “Alright… let’s get this over with…what are you gonna ask me?”

That was a good question. What were you going to ask him? You could only imagine the kind of secrets he had. Visions of all kinds of illegal acts and debaucheries crossed your mind. You were enjoying your little daydreams when he cleared his throat. “Any day princess…”

You tapped your chin, “Hmmm. Okay. Why did you leave the League?”

He groaned, “I thought you were gonna ask me something stupid like my favorite color… but no, of course you’d come out swinging.” His eyes looked a little nervous. “I technically never left, but I also was never really an official member. I’ve always done what I wanted. The only person I answer to is me.” His fists clenched, “But if you’re asking why I don’t really associate with them anymore… Well I may be a bad guy but even I have my limits.”

You knew that was probably all you were going to get when he squared his shoulder off and sunk a cup of his own. His eyes gleamed as he repeated your orders from earlier, “Drink up… bitch.” You stuck your tongue out at his before chugging your cup and loudly slamming it back onto the table. “Such attitude tonight? Makes me want to bend you over this table and-“

“Yeah yeah, bend me over the table and fuck me stupid… What’s your question?” Your cheeks flushed. From the embarrassment or the alcohol you weren’t sure.

He growled, “As soon as we finish this stupid game, I’m going to do just that you little brat.” His lips twitched into a brief smile. “So, I’ve been reading those really fun articles about you today and I noticed something… They never mention your hero name.. What is it?”

Your eyes grew cold and your arms came up to hug yourself. “I don’t have one.”

Dabi bristled at your short answer. “What do you mean you don’t have one. You graduated from UA, you worked at hero agency for a few years. Granted you were probably the only real hero in the entire building… but there’s no way you don’t have one.”

You shrugged, which earned you a glare. “Sorry, but I really don’t. When we picked names in school… Well I never really thought I’d actually graduate. Katsuki and Izuku had to talk me out of dropping out almost every other day. So, I didn’t take it seriously. After I got hired, they made it very clear the public would never know who I was. I was a spy. Spies don’t have hero names. They have code names. Mine was Helen.”

Dabi almost flinched at the amount of malice in your voice. Your happy mood disappearing fast. But his curiosity weighed heavy on him. “Why Helen?”

You tossed your ball and watched as it bounced off the table and into a cup. “That’s two questions… and that’s also two cups.” You wanted to change the subject, “My two questions are… Do you secretly like Shoto? And Why do you pretend that you don’t secretly love Shoto?”

“Ugh, Shoto’s a fucking brat.”

You strategically decided you were hot and removed the hoodie you had been wearing, leaving you in a tight tank top and a pair of his boxers. “Oh? I thought you liked brats?”

Dabi leaned on the table as he looked you up and down. “You’re playing a dangerous game there.”

“No… I’m playing beer pong. And in case you didn’t notice, I’m winning. Now answer the question.” You were having so much fun teasing him. You felt safe with an entire table in between the two of you. This was one of the first time the two of you had opened up to each other. Sure, it was because you were both drinking and only because you were playing a very juvenile game. But progress it progress.

He rolled his eyes at you as he gripped the ball in his had. “He’s my little brother… I don’t have to like him. I used to hate him actually. In my head he was the reason our dad was so awful to me. He was my replacement, the golden child.” He was quite for a little while. You could tell he didn’t really want to keep going. He was already more vulnerable then usual.

He knew if he wanted you to open up to him, he needed to offer the same courtesy. “Even now, I see the weird relationship they have and it pisses me off. My dad was awful to us, Shoto included. So, it makes me mad that he’s trying all of the sudden to make up for it, and even more mad that Shoto’s letting him.” He finished drinking his beer. “We’ve talked a lot recently and… at the end of the day he’s my baby brother. Sometimes I wonder if I had stuck around if things could have been different for him.” He finally made eye contact with you and sighed, “So to answer your question… I guess I like the kid a little bit.”

You squealed and clapped your hands. “I knew it! It’s almost impossible to not like him. He’s so adorable, and strong, and nice, and smart, and-“

“STOP! First you talk about my dad’s dick, and now you’re raving about how much you love my little brother… I’m literally right here?” His nose scrunched up in disgust. He shot his ball, it bounced off the rim of a cup and your hand was quick to swat it away. “FUCK! How did you even do that?”

“HA! No question for you. I’m too fast. My reflexes are too fast for you!” You giggled before chasing the ball that was now bouncing away towards the kitchen. You were already unsteady due to the alcohol but the second your socked feet hit the tile in the kitchen they slipped out from under you.

“Oof…” You landed hard on your ass. A few moments of silence passed before you rolled over and started laughing. You felt tears streaming down your cheeks and you clutched your stomach. You honestly could say you hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time.

You felt two strong hands lift you up from under your armpits. “Maybe we should call it a night soon. I have a feeling if I don’t stop you now, you’ll hate me tomorrow when your heads in a toilet.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and laughed even harder. “I WIN!”

He picked you up and turned you to face him. “I know you’re drunk… but you still have three cups left before you win.”

“NoOo I win! You touched me! Your hands my contact with my armpits! Physical contact was made… I WIN!” You started poking him in the chest. “I win. I win. I win. You lose. I win.” You danced in a circle resulting in you falling into his chest.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, “That’s got to be cheating… You fucking wiped out on the kitchen floor. I still had questions I wanted to ask. This is bullshit.” His hand reached down and rubbed circles on the sore spot on your ass.

The alcohol was starting to hit you hard. You leaned into his warmth and could feel drunken slumber start to drag you under. “I’ll make you a deal. You can ask me one question. But you have to do the punishment I decide no matter what.”

He had no idea what you had planned and by the look in your eyes he probably wasn’t going to like it. “Fine. I’ll do it… Why Helen?”

You froze. You knew he was going to ask. You didn’t want to talk about it, but then again you knew he probably didn’t want to talk about his family. You were torn. You wanted to lean closer to him, to absorb his warmth, to let him hold you. But you also wanted to push him away, to stand on your own feet, to show you’re not weak.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you to him, deciding for you. You took a shaky breath. “Well I don’t know how much Greek mythology you know… But there was a woman… Helen of Troy. She was supposedly the most beautiful woman in the whole world.” Dabi’s fingers ran through your hair encouraging you to continue. “She had powerful men fighting over her, on their knees begging for her love. She was the reason the Trojan War started. Most people think it was the Trojan horse that lead to victory over Troy… but in reality, it was her. She brought destruction to an entire country… just by being pretty.” You let out a long breath and felt some of the tension in your shoulders start to bleed out. “So, I was Helen. I was a pretty face that brought destruction to men.”

His hand rubbed up and down your spine. “Well they got one thing right… You are beautiful.”

A shaky chuckle left you as you gripped his shirt. “And if we’re being honest… You are more than capable of destroying anyone you wanted to. You’re just a badass, you are a beautiful badass and that’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Wear it like a badge of honor.”

Your next words were barely louder than a whisper, “I’ve done a lot of bad things.” He didn’t say anything, to which you were grateful. He just continued to rub your back. “I have no right to be mad about those articles… because I did those things.”

Dabi leaned away from to make you look at him. “It doesn’t matter what you did, because you did them with good intentions. I’ve done way worse and believe me when I say I did them all for the worst reasons possible.” His thumb brushed against your cheek. “They took advantage of you. They were the one’s giving the orders. They are the ones responsible, and they are the ones who will ultimately pay the price.”

You blinked back your tears. “I just feel so stupid. I believed so much in the hero system, I was so blind to what they were doing. How many of the people that I apprehended were innocent? How many of them just had interesting quirks they wanted to study? How many of them just didn’t agree with the system? How many voices did I silence?”

“You’ll drive yourself crazy if you think like that. People like us fell through the cracks and that’s not our fault.” You just nodded, done talking about it. There was nothing he could say at the moment that would make you feel better. Only time could fix this, if it could even be fixed at all. Dabi squeezed your cheeks together. “Now why don’t you tell me what this punishment is, because you looked really excited about it earlier.”

You nodded and pushed away from him, wiping your tears. “Yeah. Okay…” You took a deep breath pushing the painful thoughts out of your mind. “I want you… to prank call… Shoto…”

He immediately wanted to deny you. To say hell no. But you had just had a raw moment with him, and he had promised. “… Fine.”

He pulled out his phone and scrolled until he saw Experiment #4 and hit dial. What was he supposed to say? He had never done something like this before. Was he supposed to block his number? It was really late would his brother even answer?

You poked his shoulder and mouthed, “Put it on speaker.”

He rolled his eyes but complied. A few rings later and Shoto’s tired voice interrupted his thoughts. “…uh…hello?”

Dabi began to panic. The only thing he could think of were the immature jokes he’d heard when hanging out with Twice. “Your mammas so stupid… When I told her she lost her mind. She went looking for it…”

You lost it. You bent over in silent laughter. Not only at his ridiculous joke, but the look on his face was priceless.

“… My mamma? We have the same mother. It’s a little insensitive to say she lost her mind Touya. Wait is this code? Are you guys okay? Cough if you need help.” You herd rustling in the background. “Izuku get up I think Y/n and my brother need help. He said my mamma’s so stupid, when he told her she lost her mind, she went looking for it. I think it’s code.”

You couldn’t help it you let out a loud laugh, Shoto was as clueless as ever. Izuku took the phone from his boyfriend. “Sounds like a dumb joke to me babe. Hey Dabi… did y/n put you up to this?”

Something about hearing Izuku’s serious voice made Dabi uncomfortable. He sounded like an angry father who had just been woken up but his dumb children. “Uh… yeah…”

“Great tell her she’s hilarious, and next time she wants to wake someone up at three in the morning to call Kacchan.”

The line went dead and Dabi scoffed, “He really is an idiot I swear.”

“As far as I’m *hiccup* concerned all you Todoroki’s are.” You yawned and stretched. Your eye lids were getting heavy.

Dabi scooped you up and you immediately nuzzled into his shoulder. “One for your room, twice for mine.” You had never been in his bed until last night, but his bed was considerably more comfortable than your own. You held up two fingers. “Anything my drunk destroyer of men wants.”

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seijorhi · 4 years

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hello, i love your writing and was hoping if u could write a yandere kuroo x reader where he corners her in a corner and kenma is there and is getting off from it 😳 thank u !

Asdfghjkl this was supposed to be posted on Sunday I’m sorry, bby!! I hope it’s worth the wait! 💕 also, loved this request so thanks for sending it in 😊

Kuroo Tetsuro x Female Reader, Kenma Kozume x Female Reader

TW dub con, coercion (kinda?), stalking, humiliation

Helping Hand

There’s a certain peace you find in the looming stacks of the library after the sun sets. It’s quieter then, less people milling about. You don’t have to fight for space or books, and considering you have midterms soon and essays coming out of your ears, that makes it the perfect study environment.

It’s only a little after eight, the library’s still open for another two and a half hours, but on the fourth floor it’s almost a ghost town - just how you like it. There’s a professor tucked away in the back corner, piles of books built up around him, an older librarian with her trolley, slowly re-shelving books, and two other guys around your age sitting huddled at a table a few down from yours - the textbooks and highlights spread across their desk having been long since abandoned in favour of literally anything else.

Honestly, you’d wonder why they’d bother coming to the library at all if it wasn’t an almost daily occurrence. Most days you were there, so were they - usually together, although it wasn’t uncommon to see just one of them camped out between the stacks as you made your way to your desk. The duo, one tall and lean with a shock of messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and the other smaller, more reserved, with bleached hair and dark roots in serious need of a touch up, seemed to prefer this time to study too - not that they ever seemed to actually do all that much studying.

Usually the blonde ends up absorbed in his switch while the other casually thumbs through whichever book is closest.

So long as they were quiet and didn’t disturb you, who were you to judge?

You don’t really remember when they’d started to appear, only that they’d quickly become a fixture in your refuge - distantly familiar presences like strangers travelling on the same bus to work each day. They smile (well, the dark haired one does) and nod whenever you happen to look up from your notes and catch their eye, and while you’ve only spoken a handful of words to the both of them, they always seemed nice.

Nicer than the clearly overworked professor muttering away in the corner at any rate, which makes them the logical choice to approach when you find your bladder uncomfortably full halfway through your self imposed study session. Realistically, you know at this time of the night nobody else is likely to make their way up to the fourth floor, much less have any interest in your shitty, old laptop or the five whole dollars in your wallet - yet you find you making your way over to the twosome’s table anyway, a faint blush dusting across your cheeks.

“… don’t want to,” you overhear the blonde mutter, his attention wholly focused upon the game in his hands. “Things are fine, why change that?”

His friend sighs, “Because you can deny it all you want, but I know you better than that. I know I’m not the only one who wants more. You can’t just sit back and…” he trails off suddenly, hazel eyes flickering over to you in surprise.

Confused by his friend’s sudden silence, the blonde lowers his game and glances up - only to still at the sight of you.

You swallow down your nerves, plastering what you hope is a friendly enough smile across your face, “Hi, uh… sorry to interrupt you guys, but would you mind watching my stuff for a few minutes while I go to the bathroom? I won’t be long or anything, I just don’t like leaving my stuff out in the open,” you say with a sheepish laugh, well aware that you’re rambling like an idiot.

It’s the dark haired one who answers, a wide grin breaking across his face as he nods, “Yeah, no worries. We’d be glad to.”

You smile back, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach (he does look kind of cute grinning like that), thanking him again before rushing away in the direction of the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the duo back to the essay you’re mid-way through drafting. You have a sinking feeling that the argument you’re trying to use in the fourth paragraph is essentially a just rehash of the point you made in the first. By the time you unlock the stall door and make your way over to the sink to wash your hands, you’re starting to debate the merits of scrapping the whole thing and starting fresh with new ideas.

You still technically have time, it’s not due until the end of the month, but you just kind of want it done so you don’t have to think about it anymore. Then again, that’s kind of your feelings towards the semester as a whole.

Who are you kidding? University’s kicking your ass this year.

The ancient hand dryer’s almost deafening as it clicks on - it masks the sound door swinging open and the footsteps that echo out from the tile floors.

It’s only when your eyes flicker up to mirror that you see that you’re no longer alone-

Standing right behind you is the guy from before; the tall, dark haired one.

- and jerk in surprise, stumbling backwards with a choked yelp.

It doesn’t hit you right away - no, that’s relief that has you drawing a hand over your chest and letting out a shaking laugh. “You scared the hell out of me!” you say, bracing yourself over the sink to try and calm your breathing.

No, it doesn’t hit you quickly. Realisation is slow - creeping through your veins like ice as your eyes flicker back up the mirror.

He hasn’t moved.

He’s smiling, grinning really, but there’s something… something off about it. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes… Why isn’t he saying anything?

W-why isn’t he moving away?

Your heart, still hammering from his shock of his sudden appearance, squeezes uncomfortably and your eyes slowly widen.

“Wh-”

A rough, calloused palm slaps across your mouth, smothering whatever words you’d been about to speak. “Ah, ah. Gotta keep it down, sweetheart.”

He winks at you in the mirror, taking a tiny step towards you and you squeak, breathing in sharp, shallow pants through your nose as a warm, muscled chest presses against your back. “You’re a nervous little thing, aren’tcha?” he chuckles. “Relax a little - promise I don’t bite.”

With one hand wrapped around your lips the other creeping across your waist, his words don’t exactly bring you a lot of comfort.

It makes no difference either way - you’re paralysed, shaking and trembling, but utterly unable to move as he noses at the column of your throat, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You could scream, but there’s no guarantee anybody would hear you. You could try and fight him off, but he’s taller than you, and you’re willing to bet stronger as well.

Will he hurt you if you try and resist?

Is he gonna hurt you anyway?

You’ve heard the stories before about men who follow women into empty bathrooms and the awful things they do, but you never...

Those things don’t happen in places like this. The library is supposed to be safe, he- he’s been-

Your stomach drops.

Weeks.

He’s been visiting the library with his friend, sitting across from you for weeks.

His eyes bore into your reflection in the mirror like he can hear every terrified thought that passes through your head, and with excruciating slowness you’re forced to watch as his lips brush a kiss against your cheek, lingering and sweet - a mockery of tenderness.

A scared little whimper is all you can manage, and even that is swallowed up by the sound of the bathroom door squeaking open once more.

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening.

A faint burst of hope flickers to life.

You might not be a fighter, but this might be the only chance you have. You shriek again, the sound woefully muffled, and writhe against your captor’s tightening grip as slow footsteps round the corner.

Please, you think as tears stream silently down your face. Please help me.

What little hope you have is quickly - brutally - extinguished as your would be saviour steps into view.

Your legs shake and you’re almost positive that if it wasn’t for the strong arms wrapped around you, you would have crumpled to the floor.

It’s his friend, the blonde, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, watching the scene before him - you struggling against an iron grip, gagged and terrified - like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

Your captor chuckles, relaxing his grip as his hand drifts upwards to palm at your breast and you want to die. “Glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence.”

“Shut up, Kuroo,” the blonde groans as he makes his way over, but he barely glances at his friend before his catlike eyes come to rest on you.

Your cheeks are burning, a potent mix of shame, nausea and dread churning in your stomach as you’re crudely felt up, but under the blonde’s attention you freeze.

While his face is a blank mask of apathetic disinterest, those golden irises are piercing in their intensity as they study you.

The glint in his eyes is as unmistakable as it is stark; anticipation - like a house cat watching a golden canary flit restlessly in its cage.

The hiccuping sob comes unbidden, choking at your throat as you wail against the palm at your lips. You’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your entire life, to slap yourself awake and realise that it’s nothing but a stress induced nightmare because this can’t be happening.

Why you?

What could you possibly have done to deserve this?

“Relax,” Kuroo repeats, leaning down over you again, “we’re not gonna hurt you. Just wanna have some fun, that’s all.” You think he’s going to try and kiss you again, but instead his tongue darts out and he licks at the silvery tear tracks, groaning softly.

You shoot the quiet blonde a desperate, pleading look. He hasn’t lifted a finger to stop what’s happening, hasn’t done anything other than stare at you, but even as his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile you hold out on the shadow of a prayer that maybe, just maybe-

Kuroo follows your wide, panicked gaze and almost snorts. “You’re barking up the wrong tree there, baby. Kenma’s not gonna help you. He wants this just as badly as I do.” His thumb slides across your cheek, brushing away more tears, “C’mon, on your knees.”

He doesn’t give you a choice - the hand on your shoulder forces your shaking knees to buckle and you fall down to the bathroom floor.

The tiles are cold against your bare legs, but the shivers that wrack through you have little to do with the temperature. It’s far too late to regret the short skirt you’d thrown on that morning.

Kuroo hums appreciatively, lifting his palm to tap it a few times against your cheek like you’re an adorable little puppy who’s just learned its first trick, “It’s a good look for you, baby, but I think it’d be even better without this-” his fingers tug at the collar of your top and his grin widens, “- in the way.”

Yet he makes no move to take it off for you. One look into his eyes, the glittering amusement darkened with lewd desire and you know that he won’t.

He wants you to do it, to play along in their fun - to be an active participant in your own humiliation.

And really, what other choice do you have?

It’s impossible to ignore the bulge straining against his jeans as your trembling fingers grip the hem of your top and reluctantly yank it upwards. There’s a sharp inhale - Kuroo you think - and a whistle as it comes off, baring your lacy bra and the soft skin underneath to their hungry gazes.

Only for a moment.

Staring resolutely at the floor you’re quick to try and cover what little modesty you have left, bringing your arms up to wrap around your chest-

Except a hand catches at your wrist and tugs it back, and when you glance up you find it’s Kenma’s.

“… Don’t,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”

You let your arms drop, hands clenching into shaking fists in your lap, fingernails biting into your palm.

The sound of a zipper being pulled undone is almost deafening in the quiet bathroom. Fresh tears sting at your eyes, but you can’t bear to look at either of them as Kuroo reaches inside his pants and frees his cock.

The hand that cups your cheek is surprisingly gentle as he coaxes your face back towards him and the achingly hard member in his grip. “See Kenma, I told you - change ain’t always a bad thing.”

His dark eyes flicker back to you and he grins, “Open up, sweetheart.”

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missymallow · 3 years

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Drarry: Crush 2.0 (2)

Part: [1]

—— [Dub-Con?] ——

Saturday morning, with a half an hour journey by bus, Draco found himself in front of a house. He raised his brows and looked at his phone to check if the address matched. Indeed. This was Potter’s house—a fucking mansion.

He stood in front of the huge gate blinking and quickly roamed his eyes over the gate for something. He found an intercom, and rang it. He waited for a few moments before it was answered.

“May I help you?”

Draco stared, eyes wide. "Yes, well. I’m here for Harry Potter?”

“Young master? Do you have an appointment with him?”

Draco gaped at the intercom, appointment? He took in a deep breath and said, “Well, I'd rather think so. My name is Draco Malfoy. Your young master should know that I will be coming here today.”

There were a few beats of silence. “I’m sorry, sir. Please come in.”

The gate automatically opened and Draco awkwardly stepped into the mansion’s area. He looked around and was impressed by what he saw. He was rather well loaded himself, coming from an old family line, but with his parents living in France, he was comfortable to share an apartment with Pansy.

It took him five minutes to walk to reach the gigantic front door and was about to knock when a pair of maids opened the door for him.

"Welcome,” they said in unison.

Draco stared at the two maids, who were wearing an actual uniform of maids; puffy skirts with blouses and a cute small apron. He found himself smiling at them, “Thank you,”

“You’re welcome. This way please,” The maids politely lead the way, and Draco followed their trails, greatly impressed with what his eyes caught as he let them roam around the large space. His eyes widened delightfully when he saw a glimpse of a grand piano down the hall on his right, unconsciously pouting when the maids walked straight to left instead, leading to a small room. Draco pleasantly noted that the room smelt nice, decorated with simple yet expensive furniture.

“You may wait here, sir. Young master will come soon," the maid gestured at the leather couch and Draco smiled, thanking them. He carefully sat down as the maids disappeared elsewhere. Draco pursed his lips, feeling out of place in someone else's residence. He looked around again to pass the time, drumming his fingers on his thighs.

Moments later, a maid brought him a beverage and food. Draco thanked them again and started digging in. The journey managed to make him hungry, after all. When he finished his food, Harry Potter was still not in his sight.

But of course, he spoke too soon.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

The sudden hot breath against his right ear made him turn to the source promptly, to find Potter smirking down at him—hands in his pocket, looking all cool and handsome.

Draco cleared his throat, “I’m not your sweetheart, mind you.”

The other boy chuckled, and held out a hand at Draco, who stared at his hand in confusion. “Pardon?”

“Give me your hand,” commanded Potter.

Draco snorted, but did as he was told.

“Good boy,” Potter smirked, pulling Draco to his feet and dragging him upstairs.

“Where are you taking me?” asked Draco, and was very well aware that some of the maids were looking at them, whispering to each other. Maybe Potter noticed it too because he suddenly flashed his handsome grin at them, making them swoon over him. After all, most of the maids were female. Draco rolled his eyes at that.

Potter turned back to him and winked, “My room.”

"What?" Draco tried to stop his steps, but Potter already did. Draco found himself standing in front of a mahogany door, and Potter gave him a smile before he pushed the door open, and led them inside.

Draco looked around the place with interest, “This is your room?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?” asked Potter, looking at him with a tilted head.

“Why would you ask me that?”

Potter just shrugged, “Can’t I?”

Draco bit his lip, “Well,"

Potter's room reminded him of his own room back in France, actually. Though it was slightly bigger than his. Draco looked at the room that was in a slight mess with some of his football’s equipments.

He shrugged and turned to Potter with a small polite smile. “It’s pleasant.”

“I’m glad then. So, should we start?”

“Oh right!” Draco exclaimed. He'd totally forgotten his intentions. He shouldered off his rucksack, bringing out some books from his bag and looked around, “Where should we study?”

The thing was, Draco couldn't locate the study table. He looked at Potter who just blinked, looking around too.

“There.” pointed Potter.

Draco’s brows knitted together, “Your bed?”

“Yeah. It’s the best spot there is.” shrugged Potter.

“How can you study there?” asked Draco incredulously.

“It’s comfortable.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Watch me,” said Potter, walking to his bed and sitting on it. He took a remote from his night stand and pressed a button. A board came out from under his bed all of a sudden, automatically moving itself to form a table over the bed.

Draco gaped.

"There," said Potter, tapping the table board proudly. "We can study here."

Draco shook his head. “I’m not going to sit there,” he said, and scanned the room again, noticing a coffee table. He went to the coffee table and carried it, much to Potter’s amusement.

"What are you doing?”

He placed the coffee table next to Potter’s bed and placed his books on it, taking a seat on the floor. He faked a smile at the boy on the bed, “I’ll sit here.”

“You can’t. You have to sit here, next to me,” protested Potter, patting the place he'd left for Draco in the bed with a disapproving frown.

“No. I prefer it here.”

“How do you expect to teach me if I’m on the bed and you're on the floor?” Potter asked, making an unimpressed face.

“It’s going to work out,” said Draco, clasping his hand together. “Well," he continued, summoning his professionalism as he smiled up at Potter with too many teeth. "Which subject do you have problems with?”

“Hm," huffed Potter, face showing displeasure that got Draco to hold his chuckle. "Everything, I guess.” the boy shrugged.

“Well, we'd better start now.” chirped Draco.

“So, do you understand now?” Draco asked, forty minutes later into their tutoring session. They decided to focus on a subject for today, another subject for another tutoring session.

Potter nodded a bit, “I guess.”

“Good. Now I’m going to give you some exercise and you’re going to complete it. You can ask me if you don’t understand, okay?”

“Okay.” Answered Potter, with much less enthusiasm.

"Excellent! We have twenty minutes left. If you couldn't complete it today, you can bring them to our next session."

Draco handed him a few sheets of paper and Potter took them. He then turned to his scattered books and sheets and he decided to tidy up.

He looked up at Potter when he heard the boy heaved a deep sigh. Draco noticed his uninterested face as he looked down at the paper and he reached out to tap the boy's knee. “Hey, don’t give up yet. You can do it.”

Potter turned to him, blinking before he gave an attractive smile. “Alright, here we go.” he said, twirling the pencil around his finger, and starting to answer the questions.

Draco found himself smiling along as he took out his phone, deciding to take a break and start skimming his phone through his social media.

“Hey, Draco?” called Potter, a few minutes later.

Draco looked up as Potter pointed to a question on the paper, “I don’t understand this part.”

“Which one?” Draco rose up from his spot and went to Potter.

“Here,” the boy said, and Draco took the pencil when Potter offered it to him. He tapped it on the question before he looked at Potter again, “This is a tricky question. But let me think for a second, okay?”

Draco turned his full attention to the paper, when Potter decided to speak again, “Hey, Draco?”

“Hm?”

“Do you realize where you are right now?”

The tutor looked at the other boy in pure confusion, “In your room, why?”

Potter gave him a wicked smirk that got him nervous. Even more when Potter leaned closer to him and whispered, “Indeed, and you’re on my bed.”

Draco blinked before he looked around. Here he was, saying that he wouldn't step into the bed, but that was exactly what he was doing right now. He was sitting casually next to Potter, maybe close to Potter. He realised that his shoulder was touching Potter’s broad chest as he was trying to get a better look at the paper. Much worse, Potter smelt really good. He felt his blood rush to his cheek and he bit his lip.

“Uh—I,” He tried to back away, but the sudden hand around his waist was not something he expected. He looked at Potter alarmingly, but the boy just shrugged and smiled, “It's okay. I like this position better.”

“B-But...”

“Now, how do I solve this problem, Draco?”

Draco gulped and gripped the pencil tighter. He could feel the heat of Potter's body, a hard rock chest snuggled firmly against his shoulder. He desperately demanded his heart to slow down the sudden thundering beat against his ribcage. “Uhm, here, you need to...”

But Potter clearly had a different intention when he didn’t even listen to his explanation. Instead, he started to bury his nose in Draco’s temple and his hair, caressing his nose softly against his person. He felt Potter drop some kisses on his cheek, his temple and his ear, and Draco hitch a breath when Potter nibbled his earlobe a bit.

“A-Ahh,”

Potter stopped.

“D-Don’t do that.”

Come the shaky voice of Draco.

He felt Potter's smirk as the sinful lips of his were pressed on his skin, and he pulled away to look at Draco, who was now flushed red. “Why? Couldn’t stand it?”

“I, I don’t know why you did that, but as you can see, I’m here to help you get better grades. You—You’re rich and—and if you’re smart, then you'll be a full package for a handsome guy.” Draco didn’t know what made him say that, but he needed to say something, to calm his heart down.

“You think so?” asked Potter, hands tightening around Draco now.

“Ye-Yes.”

"Do you know that you’re cute?”

“Ex-excuse me?” blinked Draco, eyes wide as he stared at Potter.

“I feel like I want to eat you,” he whispered huskily.

Draco snapped, and moved to shoved Potter away. “S-Solve that question by yourself. I-I have to go. We’re done for today. See you on Monday,” he scrambled down the bed, gave Potter a small stiff nod as a parting ways and picked up his things, before he dashed out of the room, missing the amused chuckle by Potter and a fond of, “Adorable.”

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COSMIC - S3:E2; Chapter Two, The Mall Rats - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Baffled with Mike's sudden behavior, El seeks out Y/n and Max for advice while Will struggles to get through to Mike and Lucas. Billy takes his co-worker on a field trip, and Steve and Dustin enlist a helpful ally in their top-secret mission.

⚠️: s3 mike wheeler, y/n and mike angst. more google translate. the reader eating ice cream [if you're lactose intolerant, it's dairy-free xp], mama steve loving and worrying about his children, his little henderson ducklings especially 🥰 *heavy sigh* oh yeah, kidnapping and more possible allegory to r*pe :( as usual, a marker will be placed but it plays till the end of the chapter so you only need one

🔑: y/f/o = your favorite [ice cream] order

📝: idk if the tip seems small or not but either way keep in mind this was the eighties so inflation hadn't gotten quite as bad yet. As far as the Mike stuff, I know he wasn't being possessive, he was just worried she would get caught and taken away or worse but also he handled it badly, and then everything else in this chapter just kinda rode that angsty bad decision train outta here lmao.

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"если действовать осторожно... неделя длинная. серебряный--"

Robin pauses her pacing momentarily to point at the tape Dustin has in his hands.

"Wait, that last part, just one more time,"

The sounds of the wires hissing as they rewind fill Robin's thoughtful silence.

"если действовать осторожно... неделя--"

"Okay, that word!" She says, and Dustin quickly presses pause. "Um... it's pronounced... 'dly-nna-ya.'"

"'Dly-nna-ya'" Dustin repeats, nodding excitedly.

"Which is spelled—"

"-D... D, D, D..." Dustin mutters, springing up from his seat, scurrying towards the whiteboard as Robin grabs the book. "The— The chair! The chair-looking thingy!" He says, pointing to the Russian 'д'.

"Yeah, okay," Robin mutters excitedly, hurriedly scribbling into their notes.

The glass partition swings open with a loud clang alerting Steve at the counter.

"We've got our first sentence,"

"Oh, seriously?" He asks, turning around with two orders in his hands.

"Yeah," Robin nods. She drops her voice into a lower pitch and imitates a Russian accent. "The veek is longh,"

Steve's face falls. "Well, that's thrilling,"

"I know, but," she shrugs. "Progress."

With that, she retreats into the window and slides the door close leaving Steve to return to his ice cream slinging duties.

"Okay, here you go. You got uh, a vanilla with sprinkles and extra whipped cream and one y/f/o,"

Steve hands off the rest of the orders to El and Y/n who gladly take them. Max stood next to them, digging into the order she had already been handed. She only comes up to say 'thanks' in near sync with her friends.

"Wait a second," he says, a thoughtful look falling over his face as he frowns at El. "Are even allowed to be here?"

The girls freeze, once again pausing to share a knowing look with growing ice cream-mustached smiles and giggle. In a hurry, the three of them scurry for the door. Y/n nearly makes it before coming to a skidding halt that leaves her bouncing on one foot as she catches her balance. She runs back to the counter with a mischievous smile and a dollar in hand.

Steve watches confused as she tucks the dollar away in the tip jar, and sends him what he finds to be a childish wink.

"Keep this quiet?" She asks, and he almost laughs. But he could tell she was all too serious. "Also this is your tip! Thanks, Steve,"

Steve watches utterly baffled as she turns on her heel and makes a break for the girls waiting just outside and around the corner.

"Okay?" He says, beginning to trail off. "Wasn't gonna tell anyone anyway?"

She's nearly out the door when he realizes what her being here means. He hopes it's not too late to call after her.

"Hey, wait a sec!"

Thankfully, she hears him and turns back around. He motions her forward and while confused, she ultimately complies.

"Hey, uh, does Dustin know you're here?"

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks about it then shrugs.

"I'm not sure, why?" She asks, taking a lick of her ice cream.

Steve hooks a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the window but he pauses when he realizes it's better she doesn't know what he's doing here. He quickly plays it off and plants both hands on the counter to lean against it.

"I don't, uh— It's just that he came by earlier and he seemed pretty down about last night,"

Y/n's shoulders slumped immediately, her eyes widening a little.

"He did?" She winced, nibbling nervously on her lip as she looked guiltily at her ice cream. And in doing so, any budding feeling of anger and protectiveness vanishes in Steve. "It's just, he wasn't there when I left and I assumed he went with the guys to Mike's."

With the same, guilty look in her eyes, Y/n glanced over her shoulder at her waiting friends and Steve instantly regretted bringing it up. He sighs, shaking his head.

"Look, it's—"

"If he comes back, will you tell him I'm sorry?" She laughed a little, very sheepishly. "That we can guilt Mom off the TV again so we can a have a monster movie night like we used to, or something?"

In that moment Steve decides not to be honest with her and tell her he's probably still too upset for that, he just doesn't have to heart to. Nor does Steve have the guts to say it wouldn't matter anyway, that he's right in the back room decoding a top-secret Russian communication. So instead, he forces his lips into a firm line that was supposed to be a smile and nods.

"Sure thing, kid,"

She perks a little. "Thanks, Steve. I'll see ya later,"

"Alright, take care," he straightens from the counter, watching as she retreats back out of the shop. He sighs again, almost hating how soft and protective he's become, and calls after her, nodding discretely in El's direction. It all comes out in the form of annoyance, though, naturally. "And don't be stupid, alright?"

Y/n smiles in response and returns to her friends. Together, the three of them disappear into the crowd.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

One of many sets of double doors swing open as Y/n, El, and Max step back out into the sunlight.

Despite their every desires to keep their special day at the mall going, the three girls knew the bus back into town was leaving shortly. Y/n takes another quick and frantic lick of her fastly melting ice cream as Max turns to El and gestures to her strawberry ice cream cone.

"Wanna trade?"

El responds with a giggle and eagerly trades off her vanilla cone for strawberry.

"No... fair," Y/n grumbles, nearly attacking her ice cream as it turns to a puddle before her eyes. She spares only a single second glare enviously at their still freshly frozen cones while she has spent between licks.

"You're not," lick. "making your," lick. "ice cr━ shit!" two licks. "melt."

The girls giggle again, wholeheartedly amused by the sight before them.

"Shut up," another lick.

"That's ridiculous," came a nearby, all too familiar whine. "Why can't I just—"

Max's face falls into a glower, pulling Y/n and El into a stop next to her. "Oh, you gotta be shitting me."

Just across the concrete entrance, fumbling to separate their bikes from the bike stands were Mike, Lucas, and Will.

Forgetting her melting ice cream momentarily, Y/n takes a moment to sigh at the ground when she realizes whatever is about to pass, will be far from good.

"—haven't got that much," Lucas says.

"Okay, what if we split it?"

"Split it with what? Does that even make sense?"

Two of the three boys continue to bicker, completely unaware of the three angry figures making their way towards them. More specifically, two angry figures and one slightly disgusted one who tosses out her nearly finished ice cream cone and the napkin she used to wipe her hands off with in the trash cans they all pass.

"Isn't this a nice surprise?" Max asks, plastering on a smirk as the three boys and their bikes come to a halt before them.

Mike's face pales when he realizes Max had caught him, and even more so when he realizes El is with her. His bike crashes to the ground, forgotten as he gapes at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Shopping." She answers matter-of-factly, her icy stare never once wavering.

"This is her new style," Max says, eyeing him carefully. "What do you think?"

"What's wrong with you?" He spits, gesturing to El. "You know she's not allowed to be here."

"What is she, your little pet?" Max fires back.

"Yeah. Am I your pet?" El asks.

"What? No!"

"Mike, she needed this," Y/n says. "Besides, you lied to her! What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here either."

Mike finally turns his wild gaze to Y/n, utterly baffled at the stance she was taking.

"Are you kidding me?" He gawks, ignoring her eye roll. "You of all people should know about keeping her a secret,"

Y/n hotly takes a threatening step forward. "Meaning what?"

"Meaning you would know, you're good at hiding her,"

Everyone inched closer, apart from El who was seething at Mike. Y/n, on the other hand, scoffs loudly, throwing her arms up in frustration.

"You said you were over that!"

"Yeah, well, guess I'm not,"

She looked around quickly, her voice falling into a whispered hiss. "What, so I should be locked up all day, too?"

"Maybe!" Mike said, instantly feeling guilty.

"Mike!" Will snaps, stepping forward another few inches. And so did El, her shoulder subconsciously shielding Y/n. Shielding her from, Mike, or Mike from her, she wasn't sure.

But she knew she was livid. And hurt.

Mike sighs, putting his face into his hands and running them tiredly over his face.

"I'm sorry, that was over the line," he sighs, sounding embarrassed.

"-You're damn right it was," Y/n snapped.

"But that doesn't change the fact that she really can't be here," he corrects himself, looking El in the eye carefully. "You can't be here. It's not safe,"

"I can take care of myself," El says.

"I mean," Mike sighs again, frustrated as he trips over his own words. "you and a lot of other people could be in danger if anybody starts asking questions. I just care about you, alright? And I don't want anything to happen to you, not again,"

El shakes her head, all visible anger melting away leaving only sadness in its wake.

"Then why do you treat me like garbage?"

"What?"

"You said Nana was sick,"

The panic returns to his eyes, and he and Lucas desperately try to cover their tracks.

From over their shoulder, Y/n meets eyes with an exasperated Will, and the couple shares a look and tired shake of the head.

"She is. She is sick!"

"Yeah, sick— she's sick," Lucas nods. "She's super sick. And that's why we're here, actually."

Y/n silently meets Will's eye again and makes out the subtle firm line he presses his lips into and the small shake of his head 'no'.

Oblivious to Will, the two continue.

"Yeah, w-we're shopping! Not for us, but for her, for Nana,"

"For Nana."

"Also," Mike sighs, giving El an earnest look. "we're here to get a gift for you. It's just, we couldn't find anything that suited you and I only have, like, $3.50, so it's hard."

"-super hard." Lucas sighs, giving an honest, apologetic look to all three of them. "It's— It's expensive,"

"Speaking of," came Will's, softened voice. "Here ya go. Sorry it's not real,"

He takes a step forward and sheepishly offers the small goodie bag to Y/n. Everyone watches confused and almost a little intrigued as Y/n takes it curiously. Quickly, she dives her gaze and hand into the baggie and smiles as she pulls out the small y/f/f candy ring.

"Oh, a ring pop?" She flashes Will a beaming smile as she rips open the package and slips it on her finger. "Thanks, Will,"

He nods happily, completely relieved she was this happy to get one.

Y/n's smile drops instantly when she remembers what they're interrupting and she quiets, clearing her throat a little.

"Sorry," she mumbled, sending an especially sorry look to El as her hand graces her shoulders in a gentle apology.

El sends her a weak smile, eyes falling back down. Sadly, she looks to her ice cream and then deeply into Mike's eyes as the day's events all come crashing down on her. And it's with great disappointment she realizes what has hurt her, and what hasn't.

She shakes her head softly, the disappointment evident on her face now more than ever.

"You lie," she says finally, all the more saddened to see Mike squirm under her gaze, only confirming her words. El shakes her head again. "Why do you lie?"

She waits and waits and when Mike can't give an answer, the screech of the bus's tires in the distance tells her a decision must be made. And it's with a seething glare, El makes up her mind.

Everyone watches carefully in silence as she takes three tantalizing steps until she's staring up at Mike. He's frozen, as is everyone else as he fears her next words. And he has every reason to.

"I dump your ass."

Y/n's eyes find Will's once again, this time, regret clouding them when she realizes. Tonight was meant to be spent at his house, dinner with him, Jonathan, and Joyce at least but it seems the day had different plans in mind. She stood rooted to the spot, her lips parted in shock as she processed what had just happened.

She detected sadness in Will's eyes, as she was used she had in her own but reality came crashing down, breaking her from her spell.

"I'm sorry," she sputters, more so to Will than Mike and Lucas. "I didn't think she would," she breathes.

"What?" Mike's widened eyes land on her, flickering between her and El's retreating figure. "Did you tell her to do this?"

"Of course not!" She said, eyes darting between him and Lucas sympathetically. "But it's still their decision. I'm sorry. I am,"

"Y/n! You coming?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder to find El and Max moving up the line, nearly ready to board. From there, El looked between Y/n and Mike, as if she were worried Mike would take it out on Y/n more. Y/n gave her friend a weak, reassuring smile and turned back to the guys.

Will specifically.

"I'm sorry," she said to Will, beginning to back away even though she didn't really want to leave him. "But I think I need to be with them right now. Is it okay if we take a rain check?"

Will smiled, nodding and she felt a fresh wave of guilt. She could have sworn she saw a hint of sadness but if it was ever there, he had buried it for her sake.

In a spur of the moment, she ran forward and planted a kiss on his lips before pulling back. She shot Lucas and Mike a lingering look, not really knowing what to feel for them in the moment.

And then she took off.

The three friends stood baffled, reeling from how much everything had changed so quickly. Their legs kicked into gear and followed the crowds to the bus but the doors had just swung closed. From where they stood at the curb, they could make out three familiar lingering silhouettes from behind the tinted windows, all piling in together.

Max had nabbed the window seat, El seating herself next to her. It was only a matter of moments before Y/n had joined them, plopping herself in the seat directly behind them. She peeked out over the low backs of their seats, wedged right in between them with a breathless look.

For just that moment, the three best friends sat there in stunned silence before breaking into a breathless laugh.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The sun had set behind even the lowest of valleys, bathing the town in a pale glow and unforgiving chill that couldn't be quenched even on the hottest days of summer. Starcourt mall was alive in every way but one; the hum of the neon lights reached every corner, but the mall had long since closed leaving it a beautiful, vibrant wasteland.

The only remaining occupants were tucked away in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, standing before a whiteboard facing the daring truth they had worked so hard to uncover. In perfect sync, they read the words aloud with confusion muddling their brains and exhaustion filling their systems.

"The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west."

Steve, Robin, and Dustin stand before the translation willing something to make sense. But all they were left with when they turned in for the night, closing the grated metal gate that went with closing up shop was utter bafflement.

"I mean, it just..." Steve sighs into the ground, the keys in his hand turning in the lock. "It just can't be right."

"It's right," Robin assures. When Steve returns to his feet the three of them begin their lazy journey to the exit.

"Honestly, I think this is great news," Dustin shrugs.

"How is this great news?" Steve chuckles bitterly. I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It has to be a code."

Steve's face screws up into a puzzled pout. "What do you mean, a code?"

"Like a super-secret spy code,"

"That's a total stretch,"

"I don't know, is it?" Robin scoffs.

"You're buying into this?"

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, 'Fire the warhead at noon'?"

"Exactly," Dustin gestures, his gaze returning up to Steve to see the gears spinning in his head.

"And my translation is correct," Robin assures. "I know that for sure, so... 'The silver cat feeds'. Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the true meaning of their message?"

"Exactly!"

"And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the true meaning of their message was somehow sensitive?"

By now, Dustin was rubbing his triumphant smirk in Steve's face. "Exactly."

"So I guess that confirms your suspicion," Robin says, looking to Dustin who remains triumphant.

"Evil Russians,"

Robin wears a tired smile as she looks back at Steve with a dry chuckle. "I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians."

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asks, flashing his charming toothless grin her way.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges."

"A pattern. Right, like maybe 'silver cat' is a meeting place?"

"Or a person."

"Or a weapon,"

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to track it, but..." Robin trails off when she notices she is one dingus short. "Where's Steve?"

The new duo spin on their heels where they spot their missing friend a few yards down. He had a frown screwed onto his face as he stood in front of one of the many kiddie rides, his hands diving into his pockets no doubt searching for coins. Sure enough, the clinking of coins rattling together as he purs them out in his palm confirms their suspicions.

"Hey, Steve," Robin calls, her empty hand swinging limply out in a puzzled gesture. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, it's," Steve doesn't bother answering her question and the only time he picks his eyes up off his hands is to check the mechanical horse for its cost. "a quarter. I need--" he mumbles to himself, looking hopefully to his friends. "Do you have a quarter?"

Despite her confusion, Robin lets out a chuckle, and she and Dustin quickly shuffle over to Steve's side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?"

"Quarter!" He yells, jumping forward to catch the coin Robin flipped out for him.

He catches it with a clumsy spin and drops his knees to insert it into the ride. They watch was Steve remains huddled on the ground, a funny look on his face as the ride begins. Robin can't resist poking fun, and does with little strain on her voice to be heard over the music.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?"

"Shh-shh! Shh!" Steve snaps, gesturing to the galloping horse. More specifically the music it plays. "Would you two just shut up and listen?"

Robin and Dustin are almost shocked at his seriousness, but the smile remains on Dustin's face from Robin's comment. That is until it eventually slips off his face when he realizes why the familiar tune being played before them was so familiar.

"Holy shit," he breathes, locking eyes with a grave-looking Steve. Dustin looks to Robin, helping her to connect the dots as he begins shedding his backpack from his shoulders. "The music,"

He had heard it all day. They all had while translating the tape. The very tune Steve had been complaining so much about.

"The music!" Dustin cries again, dropping to his knees as he desperately fishes his bag for the tape.

How had he not recognized it? Y/n and him used to ride the Indiana Flyer at the fair as soon as they were old enough. And then the caricell, over and over every year until they were old enough to ride the bigger rides. And even then, the tune carried out across the Fun Fair where it could be heard from as far as the top of the Ferris wheel. The two of them would drag their mother every year. It was the sound of his childhood.

Dustin presses play on the tape, and as he gazes up at Robin, silently pleading for the dots to connect the sound of the song on the tape is louder than Russian for the first time all day.

But Robin only shrugs between them.

"I don't understand,"

"It's the exact same song on the recording,"

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia?"

"The 'Indiana Flyer'? I don't..." Steve shakes his head. The look on his face made clear he wished he was wrong. He looked... unsettled. "I don't think so. This code, it... it didn’t come from Russia."

And they that unease. They could feel it settling into their chests, making their hearts beat a little faster and their stomach twisting up into knots at what he said next.

"It came from here."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The roads are empty, even still. Crickets sing into the night and the steady breeze taking itself through Hawkins back roads are momentarily swept up with the leaves when a lone Chevrolet Camaro pulls into Brimborne. The lot remained abandoned, seemingly, other than the figure stepping out of the car, with sweat on his brow.

The summer sun had set hours ago, taking the searing heat with it. But the humidity that clung to the air felt to be Billy like he was sitting far too close to an open fire. But still, he lumbers to the trunk where the reason for his being here lies.

The latch opens with a loud clunk, and the trunk lid opens slowly. His eyes find the contents immediately, as does the murky light from the trunk bulb onto his face.

She was still unconscious.

A foreign voice in his brain — the one who had brought them both here, the one to have put here — spoke up again without permission. And yet, it didn't exactly speak in words, but feelings. And all that shot to the surface was one thing — one word.

Good.

It was Billy who couldn't stop thinking about it. What he had done. The small part of him that fought.

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- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

Among the pain, Billy feels tears building up inside him when he realizes what that tug in his gut is ordering him to do. He can also feel it happening again. He can feel himself slipping away, just as he had when he fled for the showers. But this time he fought it.

God, he fought it so hard.

But it wasn't enough.

His nails dug into the flesh of his knees that he had been clutching so tightly to his chest. That and the tears racing down his cheeks now blending with the water were the last things to happen that were truly Billy's doing.

"Billy, are you okay—?"

The last thing Billy sees before he loses control is his hand lunging for Heather's throat. His iron grip locks her in a chokehold and her hands fly to his. Desperately she claws at his hands, her nails raking into his skin but he never flinches. She feels her feet leave the ground, her toes grazing the tile floor as he picks her up and pins her to the stall doors.

Her widened, fearful eyes look deep into his but all she finds as he rips the curtain closed is the lack of human emotion within him. His eyes were hollow, the whites of his eyes running black and they are the last thing she sees before unconsciousness overtakes her.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

She's limp in his arms as he carries her throughout the darkness of Brimborne whose only source of light is moonlight spilling through the dirtied glass window panes hanging high above. He walks with all the time in the world, his eyes dead set on the last place Billy ever wanted to see again. The only sound to be heard within miles was the scuffle of his rubber soles scraping against the dirt and leaves sprinkled across the concrete.

The scratchy thumps of his boots turn to metal echoes as he disappears down the darkened stairwell. From there, inky blackness like the sludge coursing through his veins is all that can be seen. Little moonlight has survived the journey through the grated floor, but there was enough to illuminate Heather's body that he places onto the cement floor.

Soft, discomforted groans break through the duct tape over her mouth as she comes to. She rolls onto her back, confused as to why she feels pain in her head and cement digging into her spine.

But everything she needs to know becomes all too clear almost instantly when she sees Billy's hollowed eyes staring down at her from where he's perched above her. Panic sets in, and as she realizes all too late why she is unable to move her hands or feet. That doesn't stop Heather from trying as she fights against the restraints, eager to use her dried-out voice.

Her breath is knocked loose when Billy throws her back into the ground after she managed to sit up even an inch.

He keeps a small majority of his weight on her shoulders as he leans in close, his breath on her ear.

"Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon."

Tears tickle her temple when they escape her eyes. She prays for many things, but she'll even settle for the small possibility the sweat collecting on her skin is enough to weaken the tape on her mouth. Then maybe, just maybe she can scream for help.

"Just stay very still."

This specific hope fizzles away, drowning in her own confusion when, without moving his head, he looks to her and slowly peels the tape off of her lips.

She's too shocked to do anything. Too afraid. But she wasn't prepared to let that stop her. Heather was going to do something, she had to. She would.

But that all died when Billy suddenly stood up, looking almost disinterested in her as an eery, unnatural sound reverberates throughout the darkness before her. Slowly, her head turns to face the dark abyss when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.

His face is as hard as stone though his eyes hold a flicker of struggle and pain when it all unfolds. Heather may be the only one in binding, but she is not the only one who is trapped. There is nothing at all Billy can do but watch as the large and bloodied mass of flesh stomps forward from the shadows, ready to feast.

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