#girl i have not been eating rice for the past month for you to call me rich spoiled brat what the fuck
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Someone just called me spoiled cause I said I don't like polenta
#the logic is that polenta is poor's people food and everyone ate it at least during a period of their lives (bc hashtag crisis)#and that me not liking it meant that i was a spoiled rich brat#and im here like ¿¿¿¿????#girl i have not been eating rice for the past month for you to call me rich spoiled brat what the fuck#Iny rambles
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simon ghost riley x f!reader (zombie apocalypse!au)
AUTUMN
the strong breeze of the night made its way through the broken windows as simon grabbed a big bag of rice off the back of a shelf and chuckled. oh, how easy was to make him happy these days. he kept trying his luck in the middle of the abandoned gas station, light bulbs about to give up, like everything else.
his shoulders tensed once again when he heard a noise behind him, its been happening all day. soap assured him over the radio that it must be his head, because then again, he's been awake for almost 40 hours. simon focused on the small print on the bag.
"is that the last one?"
the lieutenant dropped the food instantly and reached for his knife, quickly turning around to point to the persons throat. except he must have miscalculated, because his rusty machete was now barely scrapping the crown of her head. the bright eyed woman yelped.
"jesus man, you scared me!" the soft voice made simon hold his knife tighter.
"i- i scared you?" he spoke with a raspy voice.
he observed the stranger in front of him and tilted his head down. about a feet shorter than him and with a backpack bigger than her, the girl stared into his brown eyes, waiting for an answer.
"hello? is it the last one? i'm kinda starving"
her boots made their way through the dirty floors and right past the tall man, stretching her head to look over the shelves she could reach. she kept talking and ghost dropped the knife to his side when he realized.
"you've been following me all day"
he easily kept up with her when she turned to the next aisle.
"uh-huh, you ought to be more careful out there"
he laughed in disbelief. the nerve she had, he could've killed her in seconds. he was about to make his point when she interrupted, reading his mind.
"i knew you wouldn't hurt me"
"how could you possibly know that?"
"at first you seemed scary. but then you refused to kill that bunny a few hours ago and lied about it to the man on the radio"
simon felt his face getting pinker under the fabric of his mask and for once, was out of words. she finally took in the dangerous situation she put herself into.
"i just saw you today, i promise"
the tone on her voice indicated shame as she looked at his feet, and with that, he brought his knife back to its strap.
WINTER
"how close to christmas do you think we are?"
simon rolled his eyes, used to her non-sense questions. he told her to keep walking while dragging his heavy steps through the snow, he looked back at her and her red nose to make sure she wouldn't stay behind.
"c'mon lass. almost home"
home, a cabin really. simon thought about it often. he thought about her often. he didn't even know how it happened, about 2 months ago he hugged soap goodbye, who promised to make a trip to london and find both gaz and price, they prayed everyday their mates were alive, and simon was very grateful he was in scotland with johnny the first time seeing a flesh eating creature all those months ago. the lieutenant promised back to find supplies and keep the cabin standing. and yeah they make weekly 2 minutes calls, soap was moving slow but safely. however, ghost still hasn't told the sergeant about the girl who took his bed.
a noise brought him back to the present and knew what happened before even turning around.
"i told you to put on the snow boots"
his cheeky remark made her even angry, throwing the wood logs aside and power-walking into the house.
"wait, come back. there's still a lot of snow for you to faceplant-"
a snow ball flew right to his uncovered face. he shook his head and decided he deserved it.
SPRING
her head flew back and landed on the pillow, she covered her face with her hands and sighed.
"simon i know you are worried, but his radio probably broke"
he walked around the small kitchen with his own radio in hand and switched channels a sixth time.
"he would have find a way"
she stayed on the couch, biting her nails and looking attentive at him. she knew what was coming and she didn't like it one bit.
simon left the radio at the kitchen table and made his way to her. she looked away as he kneeled in front of her.
"you know i have to go get them"
tears threatened to fall off her waterline and kept deviating her eyes.
"lass... i need you to understand the situat-"
she roughly got up and walked to the window, distracting herself with the big green trees. it wasn't much help, ten minutes later a screaming match took place. simon couldn't tell her he wasn't about to put her in danger, and she refused to let him know the truth. he was the only one she had left.
"you don't know what is like out there!"
"oh?! and you do?! we haven't stepped outside scotland in a year, simon!-" she said, exasperated at this point.
"i've killed this things before! you can barely see one of them without shaking-"
"how do you suppose i can live this without you, then?!"
"love, i don't want to go either. and i know i promised johnny to stay here. but he would so the same for me. and i can't go get them if im constantly making sure you are alive"
she took offense and stormed to her bedroom to hid her tears, now running down her cheeks. simon catched up in a few steps and made himself as small as possible.
"sweetheart, eyes on me"
"you talk about me like im a burden-" a hiccups interrupted her barely understanding words, but he knew exactly what she said, and took her into his arms. a minute passed and he reached for her chin.
"look at me? you are not a burden, you are my priority and i refuse to get you killed"
he never looked into another person's eyes as much as he looked into hers. he was convinced he could draw them from memory at this point.
sadly (or not so much) his radio made a noise and they looked away.
"l.t.-... getting ther-... safe-..."
ghost's felt all the air come back to his lungs and yelled in relief, both running to the radio.
"jesus fucking chist, mactavish!"
he dropped to his knees next to the kitchen table and took the device in his large hands, she laughed hearing the static and the voice of an unknown man who kept complaining interrupted.
"weather is shite-... almost there-... fucking brits"
SUMMER
simon stared at the girls figure as she jumped into the now defrosted water body next to the cabin, ignoring the feeling of his white shirt sticking to his skin. he was glad she was finally enjoying the hot weather, his mind exhausted and guilty of knowing she was always cold. simon closed his eyes, taking in the sound of weather and hectares of nothingness.
"simon..."
"yeah?" he answered calmly.
he heard her getting off the pond quickly, her wet steps running through the grass to him. he opened his eyes and stood up in a second when he saw her worried eyes.
"whats wrong?"
she deviated her eyes behind him and he turned around, already making a mental plan of getting her out of here.
the girl now standing behind him, looked even more confused when she felt his shoulders drop under her hands.
"si?"
the lieutenant chuckled and grabbed her hand, standing beside her, her eyes softening at the sight of his own eyes watering.
simon kept looking at the view, the warm lights of the sunset revealing three dirty, limping, exhausted... familiar men, making their way to the cabin's porch.
"fucking hell"
#cod mw2#cod hcs#cod mwii#cod#task force 141#cod x reader#cod headcanons#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley headcanons#simon ghost riley#simon riley#captain john price#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#cod fic
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February 22, 2024 - February 23, 2024
[Note: A lot of posts have video and image, but am only posting screenshots]
A few posts from "Eyes on Palestine" (on telegram news channel):
More than 29,000 martyrs and 69,000 injured, massive destruction in Gaza, and over 2.2 million people in the Strip without water, food, or any life essentials. All of this hasn't prompted the United States to support a resolution in the UN Security Council to halt the ongoing brutal aggression on the Strip for over 138 days.
The veto right has been used three times for projects calling for an immediate humanitarian ceasefire in Gaza, the latest being an Algerian resolution. Despite the fact that the UN Security Council, established in 1945, was formed with the hope of achieving justice for most countries in the world, the monopoly of 5 countries on the right of refusal "veto" shattered these hopes.
According to official figures, the veto right "veto" has been used 261 times since the establishment of the UN Security Council….
The United States' share of this is 115 times, including 80 times using this right to prevent condemnation of its ally Israel, and 35 times against laws supporting the rights of the Palestinian people.
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“I have been without food for five days” .. The suffering of Palestinians in the north of Gaza amid the famine and siege.
معاناة المواطنين في شمال غزة
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The Palestinian Hamza Abu Toha from the north of Gaza : "My wife just gave birth to our son, Ali, and I wanted to bring her a gift of appreciation. I spent five days looking for meat in the North of Gaza, and some rice. The ingredients that you see in this photo cost me $95 $70 for the meat, and $25 for the rice. This type of food became luxurious gifts for our loved ones."
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This girl is picking grass to eat with her family due to the starvation forced by the Israeli occupation in the north of Gaza.
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Over 800 Palestinians are besieged by the occupation forces in the School of “Hinawi” in Al Amal neighborhood without food or water. The displaced people are demanding to evacuate the injuries and martyrs and provide protection for them.
مناشدة للصليب الأحمر والمؤسسات الدولي لمساعدة اكثر من 800 نازح محاصرين مدرسة حي الأمل" الحناوي" بدون ماء ولا غذاء ولا مساعدة للمصابين
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Israeli soldier posted a 3.5 min video of himself flattening the Turkish-Palestinian Friendship Hospital in the site of Netzarim, middle of Gaza City. He wrote: "The hospital accidentally broke.”
The hospital was the only cancer hospital in the whole strip!
Israeli military has never claimed or stated whatsoever that they found anything inside the hospital. Israeli soldiers used the hospital as a camp for their stay for the past 3 months.
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The Israeli occupation forces prevent worshippers from entering Al Aqsa mosque.
جانب من منع شرطة الاحتلال دخول المصلين إلى المسجد الأقصى لأداء صلاة الجمعة.
(Afterwards) The Israeli occupation forces assault worshippers in Al Ghazaly yards at Lion’s gate, one of the Gates of Al Aqsa mosque.
الاعتداء بالضرب على المصلين في ساحة الغزالي أمام باب الأسباط أحد أبواب المسجد #الأقصى
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A Grandmother bids farewell to her grandchildren who were killed by Israeli bombardment on the “safe zones ” in Rafah.
جدة تودع أحفادها الذين است.شهدوا بسبب القصف الاسرائيلي على “المناطق الآمنة” في رفح
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Dozens of Palestinians were injured by Israeli bombardment in Deir Al Balah, central Gaza.
عشرات الاصابات في قصف إسرائيلي على دير البلح وسط القطاع
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Hebron, West Bank | Israeli soldiers of the 5060th battalion shared photos on social media today that show their abuse and humiliation of Palestinian detainees, including minors and elderly.
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I'm still waiting for part 2. of the anchor (jisoo x reader)
anon did you give it a name *}*}+]£{€}~* I AM SO WEAK
a/n (07/31/22): IM SOOO EXCITED TO FINISH THIS. It’s been months sorry
pairing: kim jisoo of blackpink x fem!reader
warnings: degradation, facetime sex, public masturbation
1.
The morning after is just like any other. You wake up with stickiness between your legs, take an hour or three to freshen up, and meet Jisoo downstairs for breakfast.
The penthouse is a comfortable environment, the subtle wealth type. You walk in and it doesn’t seem like much, but the plain vase to your right is worth thousands of dollars.
The windows serve as its own wall, stretch all the way to the high ceiling of the second floor. The view is gorgeous, the best money can buy in Seoul. You’ve never been to any of her other residences, but judging from the selfies and photos she’d send you while visiting, the view is absolutely breathtaking.
Dark mahogany wood floors that are always cool to the touch no matter the weather, black, luxury italian sofa that’s custom made and worth more than your tuition, on the walls are pretty paintings of women, and meadows. Jisoo’s eye for aesthetics is truly admirable.
You brush past the kitchen door and take two long strides to the closest seat at the dining table; your assigned seat, across from Jisoo, who’s chewing a piece of meat and rice, and her assistant, Jennie, whose polite and proper tone hurts to listen to.
She’s a woman of fair height and long black hair, she sports a middle part and rarely wears it in a bun. Jisoo finds dress codes for hair unnecessary, a woman came in with neon green hair and she didn’t bat an eyelash. She took a picture and showed it to you, said the color would look nice on you.
Jennie’s work attire is your typical Friday Morning outfit, blue jeans and a nice, cream colored blouse with white heels. She doesn’t spare a glance in your direction when you walk in or sit down, doesn’t even pause her ramblings to acknowledge your existence. She doesn’t like you that much.
“Applications for the internship program opened this morning,” Jennie says, tapping away at her phone, “So far two hundred people have applied. It’ll be a lot to look through.”
Meanwhile Jisoo’s face is still covered with some white mask, the sleeves of her baby pink fleece robe are pushed up to her elbows, and her hair’s tied in a bun. She doesn’t like to eat after getting dressed.
“Obviously- Fuck!” Jisoo hisses, steam arising from her bosom where coffee was spilled. She snatches the napkin Jennie hands her and dabs at her skin with it.
She’s a messy eater.
You’re watching all of this go down while taking tiny bites of the sunny side egg atop your rice. You’re not planning on eating the entire spread, just enough to settle you until lunch with your friends. Today’s a big day, possibly the biggest day of your life, and it isn’t even the meat of the situation.
“-The boys are in it for the money, the girls are probably- jittering with fucking excitement,” She sighs and places the damp napkin on the table.
“Why do you say that?”
“Tech is ruled by men. Believe me, those boys have an opportunity when they round a corner. No matter how incompetent and insignificant they are.”
She has a point. She speaks from her own experiences climbing to the top, a far but short journey considering she’s still so young. Jisoo’s voice is soft, but it’s what makes her words all the more hurtful. Is that how she would describe you? Incompetent and insignificant?
“Are you going somewhere?”
Jennie’s heels are clacking away from the table as she speaks, so you’re not entirely certain Jisoo’s talking to you until she’s calling your name as Jennie’s coming back.
“Hello? Are you ignoring me?” Jisoo snaps her fingers twice. “You’re gonna eat my food without addressing me?”
You place your chopsticks down. You’re suddenly not hungry anymore.
“Are you sure you should be eating? You have dress fittings today don’t you?”
Jennie’s snide remark morphs your neutral expression into a sour mug. She likes making remarks regarding your appearance, whether it be your face or the clothes you wear. Jealousy can be quite annoying, but you understand. You’d be jealous too if you had to work nonstop for a check, meanwhile a girl that just waltzed in and batted long, false eyelashes gets bags of Cartier dropped on their doorstep.
Her bittersweet tone fits her doll-like features. If you didn’t know any better, she’d easily fool you, trick you into forgetting how despicable she truly is.
Your tongue prods at your cheek. “I’m not the one paying you to be in my business.”
Jennie’s sweet smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “What exactly do you pay for?”
Right, you were anticipating she’d say that. Jennie has a jealousy problem, to keep it short. The necklaces she has to pick up from different stores are the same ones perfectly fitted to your neck. The skirts you wear could cover the bills she pays living in a flat downtown, each skirt paying off another month.
You get paid millions, get so many nice things, everything you could ever want—just for being pretty. Really, the sex work was a mistake, you got drunk on the first night, made Jisoo pass out, and she offered you a number one hundred times your age to do it again.
You have multiple modeling agencies and brands begging for your signature. Though the private school you go to for Fashion is nice, you were just offered a full ride scholarship to FIT in New York, and you’re still so enthusiastic for school. Your publicity ratings were high before Jisoo, but they’ve sky rocketed.
Your outfit for the day, too, for example. A mini dark washed denim skirt with a wide belt snug against your hips. The denim is rough, vintage, and has only a little stretch to it. It’s freezing outside, so you’re wearing white leg warmers with your white camel boots. Your shiny velour cropped jacket is white, and fits snug against your skin. Faux fur decorates the wrists and hem of the hood. On the back in bright silver rhinestones writes BRATZ.
The zipper is pulled down to show off the silver Vivienne Westwood red heart necklace and reveal the soft skin between your tits. Your earrings match the pendant of the necklace. Underneath the fur on your left wrist is an iced out diamond rolex, sitting heavy.
This is actually your cheapest outfit, free except for the two dollar SHEIN leg warmers because they were all gifts from brands. A follower requested this out of you.
You’d be mad too if you were in Jennie’s position.
You eye the woman. “Do you have enough money to brag about spending it?”
Your phone buzzes in your purse—a White Crocodile Himalaya Birkin, delivered to you personally—and you shoot up from your seat. Jennie’s face contorts to a look of disgust. Jisoo hasn’t spoken a word, doesn’t even look the slightest bit of fazed by Jennie’s actions, and it stings. You can handle your own, though, and fairly well at that. That’s all that matters, you suppose.
She didn’t even say good morning to you.
When the front door closes shut and it’s just the two of them, Jennie looks down to her boss, who’s still peacefully chewing a piece of beef. She hums.
“She’s so mean to me.”
When all she gets in response is obnoxious slurping out of a coffee mug, she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
“Do you have any idea why? Why she doesn’t like me?”
Jisoo abruptly sets her mug down, white cream sits light on her lips. She stands from her chair; her hips sway as she pads out of the kitchen.
—&—
There is quite the difference between Expensive and Luxury stores. Expensive stores are typical, just about anyone can go in and stay in, if you have a few hundred or few hundred thousand to spend it’s a comfortable experience. Gucci, Prada, Chanel—expensive stores.
Luxury stores, on the other hand, are quiet. You won’t know something is off until you check an item and there are no price tags. Until you find a purse with one and the zeros form their own phone number.
You learnt this whilst shopping with Jisoo for the first time. A store you’ve never heard of, never seen any advertisements for even in the piles of magazines you read for research on the whole sugar baby thing.
When you got there, there weren’t many clothes on wracks. There were a plethora of bags, purses, and shoes, but clothes for the most part sat on black mannequins. You were worried about the clothes not fitting; none of the items you wanted seemed to be your size, and you had already bought five different pairs of shoes.
Well, you didn’t buy it, didn’t even bring your wallet. However, that’s not the point.
When Jisoo returned from whatever small room a manager pulled her in, you told her your dilemma. You could count the seconds on one hand for how long it took for a worker to approach and measure you. Apparently clothes were made specifically for the buyer, the mannequins were just models.
The store was noticeably quiet, the buzzing in your ears was louder than any conversation held in the store.
Luxury is silent. Expensive is just expensive, it’s general, just about anybody can buy expensive.
The store you’re in now is an expensive one. Music is easy on the speakers, necklaces and rings glitter in their glass cases, doing a better job than the lights at keeping the store well lit.
“(Y/N), we’re so early,” Comes the disembodied whine of your friend, Frenchie, “Ooh! Maybe we can have brunch?”
Frenchie is one of your insanely pretty friends, quite popular on her own for her visuals and reputation. She’s 6’2, has glowing, dark medium brown skin that’s always so moisturized. She has a little bit of everything, you’d say. Curvy waist, noticeable pudge in her stomach, thighs thick for her tall body. She has an income comparable to official escorts from stripping, so of course her ass and tits are amazing.
You met three years ago while she was completing an internship with Vivienne Westwood. She plans to start her own modeling agency one day, goes to school at FIT for it. You asked her where she came from, and she said half a house in Golfport, Mississippi.
“So how the hell are you paying tuition?”
“I’m a stripper.”
Together, your friendship added fuel to the fire of controversies surrounding sex workers. You being the private, mysterious character you are kept silent about your thoughts.
You included Frenchie in everything. You love her, and you express this to the world in short videos of your daily life. You go with her everywhere, smile so big with her, sometimes it’s just no context screenshots of your private conversations, like you asking her for her spanish notes.
Funnily enough, Frenchie’s only an exotic dancer. You’re the one licking pussy for money.
You’re currently in one of the store’s changing rooms, shimmying into dresses fitted for you. Days before, Jisoo handed you the list of shops you’re allowed to go to for this dress, demanded that you do not stray from the list.
She sent the stores on the list your measurements, and had three specific dresses fitted for you. You’re on the third store, and so far each dress is absolutely gorgeous. You’re not sure how Jisoo expects you to be able to pick.
Since she was so nice to pay, you take your favorite dress from the trio and keep it for yourself. So far you’ve done this with two stores. A treat, just for fun.
Monty, another friend of yours, grunts. “Man I look good as hell. Should I cuff the ankles?”
“No.”
“The fuck? Is there a fucking issue?”
You met Monty by mistake. He’s a long friend of Tyler The Creator’s, an anonymous painter that gets paid quite the salary for his work. He has thick black locs that flow down his face, has beautiful midnight skin that he takes awfully good care of. Monty’s wealth comes from smart investments and songwriting credits.
You chuckle to yourself before re-adverting your attention to your figure in the mirror. If you had to describe the cut of the dress, you’d only have one word: Tinkerbell.
It sparkles the same, but it’s a deep plum rather than leafy green. The dress comes with two equally sparkling sleeves to match, stopping right at your bicep. Dazzling pearls with a diamond saturn sat in the middle, dangling diamond earrings gleaming. Around your right finger is a diamond ring with a vibrant, deep blue gemstone. Meant to represent Neptune.
You’re in love with it. You’re just not sure if it’s appropriate to wear under a graduation gown.
You hear the rapid buzzing coming from your phone, and you’re quick to dig through your purse and grab it. You answer without looking at the contact, already knowing who it is.
Jisoo stares back at you resting her head on her hand, pretty brown eyes as dark and cold as ever. She’s in her office, this you can tell from the warm early afternoon glow shining so perfectly on her sandy skin.
“Let me see the dress.”
You position the phone to stand straight against your purse, and then back away. You show her the view from the back first, wrist on your hip, eyes looking behind your shoulder. You cooly turn your front to the camera, and take your time dragging your gloved hands up your sides.
Jisoo gives a small hum of approval. “Beautiful. You like this one?”
You nod. “But ‘m not sure if it’ll work.”
The casual conversation in the background drowns out your voice. You’re glad you had enough sense to plug your airpods in before you answered her call.
“Nonsense. It’s perfect. Turn around, I need to see how far it rides up.”
You follow her orders with ease; turn back around, and slowly slide down the front of your legs. A shiver wracks up your spine at the crudeness of it, bending over for your sugar mama in a dressing room.
You don’t mean to be dirty minded. There are times where Jisoo can’t stand how quick your mind is to go to the gutter, but you honestly can’t help it. She’s just so attractive to you. Sure, she’s bitchy sometimes, but it’s easy to forget that when you feel your panties dampening while you’re watching her conduct meetings.
You’d do it a million times over, bending over for her. You wish Jisoo was here to bend you over herself. You wish she wanted to bend you over herself.
“Pretty. Take one step out for me.”
You use your right leg to follow her directions. You don’t feel the dress ride up on your thighs, amazing considering how short it is. Perfectly cut, you’d say. That’s what Jisoo pays for.
“Good. Doesn’t ride up, and it’s little too. It compliments you.”
Jisoo’s compliments are so rare, and so genuine. She’s assertive, speaks them in a way she knows you’ll hear, and never doubt. There was a time she walked in on you curling your wig, and praised you for having a good eye on styling. Yes, praised, because Jisoo’s compliments are nothing short of praises. You love when she praises you.
“Ji-Jisoo..”
“Oh? Already?”
A small, nearly inaudible whimper comes through the speaker, and she remains still, staring you down with the same eyes she greeted you with.
Her silence stretches on, seconds feel like minutes, and as each one ticks by your breath gets heavier and heavier. When your brain, slowly turning to mush, counts to five, you speak.
“I’m wearing.. the panties you bought me.”
Jisoo blinks. Her black bangs fall in her face.
“And?”
You whine. Slowly sliding the glittery dress up your hips, you deepen the arch in your back. Half of you prays she can’t see how bad your pussy is jumping, but the other half knows she knows what she does to you.
When the dress is bundled at your waist, you place your hands on your thighs. Jisoo lifts her head with a low hum, as if bored.
The panties in question came in a set, but you didn’t wear the bra. It’s a deep, crimson red thong, made of soft cotton. The black haired woman squints, immediately causing you to shiver.
“Are you wet?”
“No—“ You gasp, reaching a hand back to cover your pussy, “—I’m not, I promise. I just wanted to show you—“
“—Shut up. Move it to the side.”
You pinch your lips shut. Looking over your shoulder is putting an uncomfortable strain in your shoulder, but you don’t want to look away. You pull your panties to the side as instructed and use two fingers to spread your pussy lips. Her expression doesn’t change, remains blank and bored. She’s watching, though. She hasn’t blinked.
Even in the dim brown lights of the dressing room, your pussy glistens and glitters as it beats.
“Liar. You’re making a mess on your nails,” Jisoo sighs, lays her head in her hand again, “Play with it.”
Eager, you drop your fingers down to your clit.
As the store’s speakers play filler music and your two friends debate on the best place to eat, you’re leaned over a chair, biting your moans into your arm. It’s like a dream come true, you were just wishing for this exact scenario. Well, wishing is an understatement. Jisoo finally putting her issues to the side and touching you is a fantasy in a daydream, from how much you think about it.
Pleasure sits heavy at the pit of your stomach, travels on your skin in the form of a million tiny little ants. The fear of getting caught is too potent to let anything slip, so you bite harder, and pray your setting spray works.
“Whiny girl. Does it feel good?”
Your knees buckle, you use the arm in your mouth to catch yourself, causing a sharp gasp to tumble out. The accident has your cheeks burning hot, hell you can feel the steam blow out of your ears. You bite the inside of your lips as you nod, eyes pinched shut.
“You’re so easy, look how wet your pussy is. Don’t you think you play with it enough?”
Your jaw slacks against your will, you bite to keep your mouth closed. You play with it more than enough, more than you should. You’re always touching yourself, she’s walked in on you multiple times. You can’t help it. Even looking at her sometimes is enough to get you whining. As the pleasure in your gut builds, you press on your clit and slow your pace. Pure bliss wracks your body in waves and you’re rocking your hips by this point. Jisoo watches you chase after it, can tell you’re close just by the way your eyebrows pinch.
“Prettiest girl in the world. Can you make it cum for me?”
It’s becoming increasingly hard to stay silent. Your breath comes out of your nose in short, hot pants. A low moan hums in your throat, and it dissatisfies Jisoo.
“C’mon, baby, do I need to pay you? How much? Give me a number.”
Your body tenses up, and then the feeling that’s been building in your gut suddenly tips over. Your release hits you hard, has your legs visibly trembling.
“There it is, good girl—“ Her voice is so strained, you can’t help but notice it, “—Knew you wanted my money. Look at how pretty that pussy leaks for it.”
A knock on the door causes your legs to give out. You fall to the ground with a shout, and familiar voice on the other side yelps.
“Goddamn girl, you good? Have you picked a dress?”
Frenchie’s voice comes through the wooden doors. You tap your airpods twice to hang up the phone as you slide your panties back into position.
“Yeah, I found one!” You shout, and Frenchie’s head peaks over the door. Her tattooed hands hover over her closed eyes, careful not to touch her long lashes. Of course, she’s taller than the stall door, taller than most. It’s cute, you snatch your phone from behind you with your non-soiled hand and slide over to snap a quick picture.
“Okay, let me know when I can look.”
“Okay.”
You lock your phone, but it lights up again with a notification.
ACCOUNT XXXXXXXXXX228: ₩ 1,302,993,400 WAS TRANSFERRED INTO YOUR ACCOUNT.
When your head finally digests the number, you become consciously aware of the warm cum and wetness beating at your pussy lips.
Face heating up, you cough. “Let’s do seafood for lunch.”
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Volume 1: The Arrival
The Flight
If you’re reading this, you probably already know me and my situation. I’m Elaine and I’m studying abroad in Seoul, South Korea for the next four weeks. It’s strange to think that a whole study abroad trip can even fit into one month, but regardless I’m excited to see what Seoul has for me.
This past week before takeoff felt too short as I continuously told my mom that I wanted more time to mentally prepare for the journey. I also procrastinated on packing a little bit in favor of one last hoorah with my closest friends. I know that I’m acting like I’ll be gone a long time, but a month in a country I’ve never been to IS a long time to me.
I was full of nerves the morning of – I woke up earlier than I had to and didn’t speak on the car ride to the airport. I’ve been on plane trips many times before, but I always get anxious and have to run through the steps. This time was a little more stressful because it was my first time flying internationally alone. I made it on with plenty of time to spare so that was good. There was one thing that dampened my spirits a bit throughout the day though. There was a girl from my school’s program that was supposed to land at the same time as me. We were going to explore the airport and split a hotel room together. It was just my luck when she told me she missed her flight, booked another flight that was due to land the next morning, missed the second flight to Incheon after a connecting flight was delayed or something, and was due to land around 5 pm the next day. It made me nervous thinking about finding things on my own, but I had to move on.
The plane’s “amenities” if you will were nothing like I’ve seen before. They had given us each a cheap pillow and blanket as they do on any international flight, but we also received cheap headphones, a full-sized water bottle (not those mini baby ones other planes have – a full one), and foldable hotel slippers to wear. Each chair had a screen to watch movies on and there was even a remote control for the screen. One push of a button and the whole thing came out. They had an area to plug in a charger and they even had a little knob to hang clothes on. It was crazy.
Interesting chair set up + views from the window shortly after take-off
The part I was most excited for was the meals. I’ve seen and heard from social media that planes to Korea had ACTUAL food that also looked good. My past experiences with United Airlines’ food weren’t even up for comparison. My mom would gobble that stuff up every time (I don’t know how), but my brother and I would rather starve than touch it. Anyways, let me just tell you I was not disappointed. When it was time for the first meal, I was elated that bibimbap was even an option. Of course, I had to get that over some ordinary teriyaki chicken. I was pleasantly surprised with the presentation of it all too. I was expecting some hastily thrown together bowl with nothing else, but I also haven’t had plane food in a good couple of years, so I forgot the meals usually came with sides. It even came with Korean Airline branded gochujang tubes and sesame oil packets which was insane. I ate it all.
Meal 1: bibimbap, miso soup, “spicy” pickles, oranges, Sprite
The next meal came in the middle of “sleep time” where all the lights were off for a few hours.
For the first two meals I kept thinking to myself, “How do they know exactly when I’m hungry?” Because both times I’ve been hungry, and they've almost answered my call. However, as the third time came around, I felt a lot fuller than I wanted to be. I still tried to eat it, albeit a little forcefully, but I knew I would have regretted it later if I didn’t. Plus, I wanted to get through the main dish to eat the carrot cake. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the cake, I was no longer in the mood with my tummy full and all. It was a sad moment because if you know me, you know that I have a sweet tooth.
Meal 3: beef with rice + veg, bread roll, caprese salad, carrot cake. Meal 2 not pictured but consisted of a ham and cheese hot pocket and a mini ham, cheese, lettuce sandwich
As for the plane ride itself, it was not that bad and was more tolerable than my usual five-hour flights to Michigan. Maybe it was because we got food and I slept better with the window seat (I usually sit in the aisle). I did kind of feel bad for the people who sat next to me as I unfortunately had to get up three times. My Korean friend told me not to sleep on the flight because of the time difference when I land or whatever, but I didn’t know what else to do on a 12 hour flight.
Views from window shortly before landing
The airport was a lot more straightforward than I imagined. I was worried I would get lost, but now I realize English signs and directions are a must since it’s literally an airport with tons of foreigners. At this point, everything kind of caught up to me and I just wanted to crash at my hotel. Everything was fine and dandy except there was no toilet in my actual room which meant I had to share with everyone else and my shower wouldn’t work. Maybe it did work and I just didn’t know how to use it because it took me a while to orient myself in the shared bathroom where there was no light switch and I had to press buttons to open the door. I ended up hitting the hay around 9 pm and woke every few hours until I left shortly before 8 am.
Views from above baggage claim and an inside look at my room at the Darakhyu capsule hotel in Incheon airport.
I booked a bus ride for the morning and luckily another girl from STAMPS was able to join me after taking a shuttle from her hotel. She brought two of her friends who were also going to be participating in a program at Yonsei University, the school right across the street from us. The guy who took our tickets was kind of scary as he yelled at us in Korean, asking where we were going. One thing I noticed since the plane ride was that the people here just assume I can speak Korean. It’s probably because I’m clearly Asian, but the flight attendants, customs people, hotel front desk, and café cashiers so far have approached me with Korean. It was kind of funny because the flight attendants would speak perfect English to the obvious white people and then ask me stuff in Korean. Anyways, the bus layout was pretty cool and different – super spacious. M Bus could never.
Bus interior. Fun fact: these two girls got off the same stop as us and were also attending Ewha for the summer
It was quite the journey to get settled (imagine carrying 2 backpacks and 3 suitcases up/down hill-y streets and stairs while battling the raging hot sun). We managed though. My room was nice too and I had it all to myself. I raised my brow at the showerhead, sink, and toilet all being in the same room, but it actually wasn’t too hard after taking one. Each room has a mini fridge and AC which definitely beats life at Bursley (dorm at UM that has no AC and all sorts of problems) last summer.
Extra pillow, pillowcase, sheet, and blanket not pictured. Each room has a balcony
The girl I arrived with, Alyssa, has a roommate (I didn’t hear her name that clearly, but it sounded like ‘Zeda’ so I’m just going to refer to her as that until it’s further clarified), and the roommate’s friend Deborah from their school in Massachusetts when out for lunch and a walk through the nearby streets. I was not expecting Zeda to whip out full on Korean when we struggled to order. Apparently, she took 4 semesters of Korean, and she could speak and read it decently. Deborah also knew quite a few words and could read it as well. Anyways the food was really good and pretty cheap – as well as a lot of things here. I literally bought 12 rolls of toilet paper for 5000 won which converts to less than 4 USD. So good news: I can buy gifts for people without too much caution because everything is so much cheaper here.
Soup dumplings, jajangmyeon, and these spicy seafood noodles
Long story short: the food was good, and we were all happy. We did some more walking and went shopping for dorm essentials at Daiso. Since arriving, I have seen an insane number of Daiso stores in Seoul which is kind of mind-boggling. There’s even one in the subway station near the school I’m staying at.
Despite the temperature being a whopping 93 degrees, we decided to take a little tour around the school. I quite like the simplicity of the campus – the buildings all look pretty much the same and it feels like a little town. The buildings remind me of the Ross (business school) buildings at UM. They’re all a light gray with stones/bricks, and the lush, green vegetation really makes the scene pop. It’s so fresh looking unlike in California where we have droughts and “brown is the new green”.
Views from the frontish part of the school
We didn’t make it far because of how physically taxing the walk was. Between the heat, humidity, and the fact that the school is built on hills of uneven roads, we were beat. We ended the journey with the very first building built at Ewha.
First building ever built at Ewha
To cool off, we visited our first café. I’ve decided to start a collection of those cup sleeves because they’re cute here.
Peach iced tea!
We all went back to our rooms to reset, but a few hours later, Alyssa and I were ready to roam the streets again. We ate at a fast-food place called Lotteria. Think of any place that sells typical burgers and fries, but times twenty. The food took a little longer than expected to come out, but we were joking how that’s how you knew they actually cook their food. Anyways, we were so surprised with the menu because of all the different options that American fast-food places never offered.
I got this mozzarella bacon burger which was absolutely insane because they literally fried like a puck of mozzarella and shoved it inside. Definitely not healthy, but really good.
The mozzarella puck is bigger than the patty. Also, the ice cream was super good too
To end the first night, we went into several cute shops with all sorts of accessories and items. I didn’t get anything, but I’ll definitely be back before the end of the program
ARTBOX interior
The First Day…Kind Of
The next morning, Alyssa, Zeda, and I went for a brisk walk to find breakfast of some sort before the Welcoming Ceremony. They were going to provide lunch, so we didn’t end up getting anything.
Quick street view
At the main gate, there’s this building structure called the ECC. In comparison to UM, think Pierpont/The Union. There are two sides made up of multiple floors. Within the building, there are food stores, a convenience store, a bank, coffee shops/cafes, a gift shop (Ewha’s version of MDen), classrooms, the office for international students, and areas for study. The path is dug out so that the greenery lays on ground level. It’s kind of hard to explain and imagine because you can access different parts of the building because it’s all built on uneven land.
Front and back of ECC
There were a lot of students at the welcoming ceremony – so many that they didn’t have enough chairs for them at first. We were given folders of information and even got a free pen and T-shirt (for field trip wear).
Welcoming Ceremony
The free lunch given was a free coupon for the cafeteria. I was pleasantly surprised with how good the food was and helped myself.
Purple rice, green onion hot spicy meat stew, cubed radish kimchi, meatballs with onions, cucumbers, apple + pineapple fruit salad, yogurt drink, seaweed, and a lemon tea drink
I ended up making my first purchase at the school’s convenience store for dinner where I got some munchies.
Kimbap and banana milk
There were a lot of options, and I was eyeing the bagged drink section. I have seen too many TikToks showing people in Korean convenience stores grabbing a pre-filled cup of ice and then a drink of their choice, and basically creating their own concoction.
Drinks galore
This is the end of the first volume. Stay tuned for my first full week in Seoul.
Spoiler: there were a lot of ups and downs.
-Elaine
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Heyy its me! Your Hee anonie ~
Here with some angsty thoughts. Now I was gonna write this out like a fic 😯 but It was getting too long and also :// I am not too sure about my writing anymore. I have written so much for Uni now. I feel like I will write it like a contract agreement 💀
He looks at you. Hears your very sweet laugh. He always loved making you laugh. Also loved your hugs. Now, as he sees you, from the other side of the corridor running into Beomgyu's arms, laughing when he spins you around. Heeseung feels himself drowning in regret. He shouldn't have played around with you. Shouldn't have left you hanging....
It was all going well. It'd been 6 months since Heeseung finally debuted. It was all going well. Until Heeseung finally let the popularity get to his head. He used to prioritize his time with you. Hanging at your place, or asking you to come over to his dorm. Now he just tells you that he is busy. And you understand or atleast you try to. He just debuted. Enhypen has been getting a lot of attention. Hybe probably overworks them so much. Of course he doesn't have time for cuddling everyday. But some part of you wonders if it is impossible for him to even give you a day in the week. It's not like you are asking him to drop everything. You just maybe need an hour !
It's starts of with less physical contact, followed by dry texting. You remember the earlier times when you used to bring food for all the boys (a norm at this point) he used to come running to you all excited, hugging you and showering you with "thank you" and "I love you"s. Shoving the members especially the maknaes when they were clinging onto you too much for his liking.
Now it's just you bringing them food and him complaining that about the salt being less, sometimes its "I can't have rice today! I thought you'd remember my diet" and the members just giving you awkward smiles. Now, you weren't just gonna let him walk over you. You let him know that you took time out of your routine. Time out of your break from work to make him that food. Only for him to say that you should try being in his shoes. Then you'd actually know what a "busy schedule" means.
Okay fine. His schedule is getting to him. And he is not handling it well. You could've helped him. But no that wasn't it. You realized what really was the reason after one of your now regular fights.
"I took out time and made you that food, Hee-"
"Ugh I don't need your food. It's dry and bland. Honestly the xnamex makes way better food anyway"
And with that he walks away. Leaving you all confused.
He made you do this. It's not like you enjoy doing what you're doing right now....right now you're texting Jake. Wondering if you could get anything out of him about this xnamex and what he tells you leaves your jaw hanging open.
Turns out for the past week xnamex from a gg group has been bringing food for Hee. And he just takes it and brings it back to the dorm to eat with the boys. Jake also tells you to "get well soon" and and hopes that you "recover soon and make food for them" and he "missed your food so much in the past week" . But you have been sending him food ?? You even made his favourite pasta yesterday ?? And he told you he liked it ....
Confronting Hee only made it worse. Turns out, he has been throwing away the food you make for him to continue taking the food from the other girl back to the dorms. Not only that, he has been accepting numerous flowers, chocolates, cards and snacks. Anytime you try to bring this up with him, he just yells at you for being stuck up and obsessed.
You're not blind. It's getting toxic now. So one day you call him and tell him you want to talk to him. This is obviously after you leave him 10 missed calls.
It's time now. You're gonna break up with him.
Its getting long!! And it's gonna get longer 😩 honestly I wanted to added so much more details but typing all of it is soo much work. Idk how you write so many ffs but it's soo much work 🤧🤧
Anyway here is an update on everything:-
1. I'll be continuing this in the next ask
2. It Ends With Us is boring me lmaO like it just makes me go "ok and ??"
3. I am just gonna go back to reading something I will actually like.
4. Yaaas your enha collection 💖 btw I saw the post that you opened an ig account? Ofc I had to follow ! Lmao I am spam liking all your posts 📫
Anyway byeeeee ~~~~
(Beomgyu slay~♡)
(Hee how fucking dare you??)
first of all baby I WANT TO KISS YOUR BRAIN FOR INTRODUCING GYU IN THIS jsjdjjs I LOVE CHOI BEOMGYU- that man makes me laugh like no other, god tier sense of humour and insane anime boy visuals and cute smile and goofy crackhead personality all that I love 🥹🖤 and hee x y/n x gyu love triangle?! My ‘01 babies ugh 🫶🏻
I’m team beomgyu all the way!!!! Cause after what hee did to y/n, it’s obvious beomgyu is the better and happier option (and let’s not forget how lovable our gyu is?) plus this imagine! Is so so realistic anonie. For I feel like it’d be really hard for anyone to date enha members considering how they’re surrounded by barbie doll like, talented and attractive asf FEMALE IDOLS ALL THE TIME and SUCH BEAUTIFUL AND HOT FANS TOO WHO SWOON OVER THEM 24/7, it’s natural for y/n to feel insecure. Plus since Enha members are so busy all the time and if y/n is also attending uni or doing a job, it’d be so hard to text and be around eachother :( but hee didn’t NEED to be SOO MEAN TO HER! He shouldn’t have left her hanging like that cause no one deserves that kind of treatment even if it’s coming from someone like lee heeseung. Self love and self respect >> everything else! I SO WISH hee gets hurt just as much and regrets ALOT plus I need more GYU X Y/n adorable moments anonie🥹💓 I already love this I need hee to see them kissing and ache realising what he lost! Damn, I love this imagine so so much! ಥ_ಥ <3 saurr close to my heart bc of the great angsty content!!
- now TMIs bc ily ily I love talking to you <33
• I have sm Time to write and post bc trust me I’m on a vacation rn on A RATHER LONG ONE of 7 months before moving and starting uni. And I’m like so bored all day, I have no social life outside tumblr for now tbh, so I fangirl, read books talk to my best friend and write fics on tumblr. After I get into uni I don’t think I’ll have ANY TIME cause I see my older brother (who goes to same uni same major) and he goes at 6:30 am and comes back at 8 pm everyday. 🥲 so you know ITS GONNA BE HARD BUT OFC ILL COME TO TALK TO Y’ALL ESP YOU! ♥︎
∙ I told you it ends w us is sth I wouldn’t recommend so pls move on and do more fun things instead that you like. For a law student whose life is already hectic, you need time for good entertainment that refresh you. ( I hope talking to me is one option here 🥺)
• aah, ima post sm more after I move out and buy new furniture and more merch, it’s hard filming at my current place.😒 I just RUSHED to check my notifs and my heart went boom boom just scrolling and thinking one of them IS MY HEE ANONIE!!! >.< <3
• I was so so bored today bc tumblr decided to be a bummer and ruin my interactions so I tried doing viral tiktok makeup trends after ages lol. Did that spider web eyeliner thing bc it’s Halloween season 👻🕸️🕷️ took some pics then felt pretty and slept the whole day.
• anyway I hope your break is going so so fine baby and you’re enjoying yourself and recharging bc you deserve the love and refreshment! <3 my beautiful lady, I’m sending you so much love and happiness for a happy day/night! You just made my night so happy, I’ll have a good night’s sleep ᰔ ^~^
• p.s - I love that we are talking more and getting closer! It makes my heart so happy hehe.
[this hair gyu is JUST my ult fav. ]
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FOOD
What is your favorite salad dressing?
Ranch.
Favorite sit-down restaurant?
I like going to diners. Especially ones that have the classic 50s vibe and decor.
Favorite pizza topping?
Extra sauce, extra cheese, spinach, crumbled meatballs, garlic, cilantro, green onions, balsamic vinaigrette, and pesto.
What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?
If ya’ll have followed me for awhile, you might recall I used to eat ramen literally every single night. I also had chicken everyday, usually chicken tenders and boneless wings, but sometimes shredded chicken and gravy from my favorite local Mexican restaurant (with beans, rice, guac, and sour cream as well) or chicken katsu.
What do you put on your toast?
Butter, jam, or peanut butter.
What food do you eat the most?
Chicken.
Do you like food?
I do.
Do you LOVE food?
I used to be a foodie, but then my health changed and I got eating and appetite issues. Due to that, I wasn’t eating nearly as much as I used to and I didn’t enjoy it like I used to either. I also only eat the same few foods, so even my options have dwindled. Eating often felt more like a chore.
Do you even eat at all?
I ate, just not as much. Unfortunately, that led to other health issues. I’ve actually had a feeding tube for the past few months now, so I’ve just been getting the feeding tube formula stuff. I could still eat and drink actual food as well even with a feeding tube, but due to the fact I’ve also had a breathing tube and then switched to a trachea tube; I haven’t been able to eat or drink actual food at all. :/ I miss my favorite foods and my coffee so bad, it sucksss. I find myself craving so many things, even foods I wasn’t really eating before. A lot of things sound good right now.
What do you put on your ice cream?
If I’m having vanilla I’ll add chocolate and/or strawberry syrup. I’m not a sprinkles gal.
Do you like steak?
No.
Or are you a vegetarian?
No.
How about a vegan?
No.
What food do you hate the most?
Not a seafood fan.
TECHNOLOGY
How many TVs are in your house?
4.
Do they all work?
Yes.
Do you have Comcast digital cable?
No.
AT&T Uverse?
No.
Dish Network?
No.
Something else?
We have Xfinity.
Nothing?
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What's your favorite show?
I have several, but my latest big obsession is Stranger Things.
What's the worst show?
I’m not into like The Big Bang Theory or Two Broke Girls, or most sitcoms nowadays it seems. They’re just cringe. I’m not into Friends or The Office either, but they’re not the worst.
What color cell phone do you have?
Gold.
What kind?
iPhone 12 Pro Max.
What does the first text message in your inbox say and who sent it?
I’m not checking.
What was the last text you sent and who did you send it to?
I texted my dad back to say “goodnight.”
Who was the last person to call you?
My mom.
who was the last person you called?
My mom.
CURRENTLY
Are you missing someone?
Yes.
What are you listening to?
I’m listening to an ASMR video.
Watching?
I’m watching said ASMR video.
Worrying about?
My health.
What are you wearing?
Still wearing the hospital gown.
Where are you?
Still in the hospital...
What's it like there?
I’ve had great nurses and I’ve been treated for a lot, but it’s not where I wanted to be for going on 3 months now. I want to go home. It gets very frustrating and annoying and stressful.
How are you feeling?
Not great to say the very least. It’s been a really, really, really rough past few months. I’ve been going through a lot.
Is anyone with you? Who?
No.
Are you hungry?
I do feel hungry even though I’m hooked up to the feeding tube formula and getting fed. It’s not cutting it for me, though, I want real food.
What do you want to eat?
So many things.
Thirsty?
Yes.
What do you want to drink?
Coffeeeeee.
What time is it?
2:48AM.
LASTS
Thing you ate?
As far as actual food goes, it was a cookie and some chips.
Thing you drank?
Pepsi.
Thing you said?
”Okay, I will. Thank you.”
Movie you watched?
The Devil Wears Prada.
Store you went to? What did you buy?
I think it was Five Below. I bought some snacks.
Person you talked to?
My nurse.
Person you hugged?
My mom.
Kissed?
Joseph.
Book you read?
I’m currently reading, A Time to Die by Elle Gray.
Place you went on vacation?
The beach.
Thing you touched?
The keyboard.
Person you became friends with on Facebook/Myspace/whatever other site?
I don’t recall.
RANDOM
Are a righty or a lefty?
Righty.
Have you ever had anything removed from you body?
Yes.
What is the last heavy object you lifted?
I have no idea. I’ve been weak the past few years so I can’t lift much.
Have any scars?
I have numerous scars all over.
How did you get them? Any interesting stories?
Surgeries, mostly.
if it were possible, would you want to know the day you're going to die?
Absolutely not.
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I’ll just keep mine.
would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
I wouldn’t be able to take even a sip. I used to love spicy food and put hot sauce on pretty much everything, but about 5 years ago I no longer could tolerate it for some reason. I went from having spicy food all the time to not being able to have it at all. However, even back when I could eat it I still wouldn’t be able to drink a bottle of hot sauce, not even close. I’d get sick.
How about 10 bottles of ketchup?
Nooo. I like a little ketchup, but I certainly wouldn’t be just drinking it and certainly not anywhere near that much. I wouldn’t get more than like a sip I bet before throwing up. Even with something I love, such as ranch that I have with a lot of foods I eat, sounds awful if I were asked to drink it.
10 bottles of maple syrup?
No. I love maple syrup, but again I wouldn’t be able to just drink it. And omg could the body handle all that sugar? Even just one would be too much.
a bottle of vinegar?
Ew, nooo. Not even a sip of that.
10 jars of peanutbutter?
I like peanut butter, but even just a spoonful of it on its own is hard to get down.
How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
Zero.
Favorite month?
October-December.
Do you always answer your phone?
No.
It's four AM and you get a text message, who is it?
I would assume my mom, but I don’t know why she’d be texting me at that time.
If you could change your eye color what would it be?
Blue or green.
Do you own a digital camera?
No.
Do you take lots of pictures of yourself?
Nooo. I definitely won’t be for a long time cause I’m a literal mess right now. Like big yikes.
Do you take them in front of the mirror in the bathroom?
No.
Have you ever had a pet fish?
Yeah. I’ve had a fish tank of fish.
Pet hamster?
Yes.
Bird?
No.
Rabbit?
No.
Iguana?
No.
Favorite Christmas movie?
I have many, I love Christmas movies.
Favorite Christmas song?
I have a lot of those, too. The classics are the best.
can you do push ups?
No.
can you do a chin up?
No.
Does the future make you nervous or excited?
Very nervous.
Ever been in a car accident?
No.
Do you have an accent?
We all do, but it’s weird to think of myself as having one to be honest. I’m just a girl from California. It’s not like being from somewhere in the south or the UK. I highly doubt someone would talk to me and be able to guess I was from California you know what I mean?
What song always makes you cry?
The acoustic version of Everlong by Foo Fighters.
Have any plans for tonight?
Same stuff I do everyday.
What were you doing at 12 AM last night?
Watching YouTube videos and scrolling through Tumblr.
What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
I haven’t gone to sleep, yet. It’s almost 330AM, I should try and get some before the nurse is back to bug to me.
Did ya like this survey??
It was fine.
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Brain Curd #22
Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction, posted daily and usually written with the intention of being terrible… in an endearing way. Please enjoy.
It kind of pisses me off when two guys are interested in the same girl and everyone calls it a goddamn love triangle. Don’t you remember geometry class? Triangles have three sides. So if those two guys aren’t making out with each other at every opportunity, they’re not in a love triangle - get it?
Personally, though? Fuck love triangles, love trapezoids, love hexagons, circle-jerks, and couples too. They’re for hopeless romantics - emphasis on the hopeless part - with no self-respect or enough chutzpah to go get what they want on their own.
I, on the other hand, wouldn’t be caught dead going out to prom with some jackass in a tuxedo, no matter how many flowers he shoved in my face when asking. School dances are a waste of time that could be better spent sleeping, or otherwise not dying from my peanut allergy. I swear, they always put peanuts in every damn hors d'oeuvre at those things.
Nope. You’ll never see me, living and breathing, wasting my time at a school social function, standing around in the corners alone like some kind of outcast. Specifically, the kind of outcast most see me as. I’m alone because that’s what I want.
Hence why I still sit under the stairs for lunch, even in my senior year of high school. I want nothing to do with the catty cheerleaders (they’re all fucking each other), or the full-of-it wannabe frat boys in the white collared shirts (oh yeah, they’re all fucking each other), or even the nerds and dorks destined to be “besties” for about three more months before walking the graduation stage to accept their valedictorian designations and never speak to each other again. I’ll eat my rice in peace.
For the past week or so, I’d been seeing that red-haired girl pass by nearly every day, showing off her butchy girlfriend. I’m not jealous and don’t you for a moment suggest otherwise. But every time I see her, I think back to when we met, right in this spot under the stairs. Don’t say she broke my heart. Don’t.
Those two kept whispering, every time they’d go past. It began to get on my nerves. But I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Not on their adorable little lives. Friday, though… They didn’t keep walking. They approached me, holding hands, and started talking. To me.
“Hi, Kelly…” the red-head said. “How are you?”
“Not in the mood, Clod.”
“Her name is Claudia,” the butchy one said, furrowing her brow.
“She remembers, Brie. It’s just a nickname.”
“I meant it as an insult,” I said. “But a nickname is close enough, between ex-friends.”
“I told you this is a bad idea,” Brie said under her breath. I was inclined to agree.
“Kelly,” Claudia said, almost singing my name… just like she used to. “I know it’s been a while, and I’m sorry, but… We were both just wondering if you’d like to go to prom with us.”
A lot went through my head at that moment. Anger, fear, resentment, distrust, confusion… but all I could find the space in my throat to say was this: “What?”
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#24.
Last time you went on a rollercoaster:
Last year when I went to Armageddon with my boyfriend, they had rides there and we went on the coaster.
Whose birthday is next, out of all the people you know?
My boyfriend's, he's in May.
Would you eat a live cockroach if it made you a millionaire?
Depends how much of a millionaire, lol.
Who do you think about most?
My boyfriend and Jon Moxley xD
Do you have embarrassing parents?
Not really, my parents are cool. Especially my Mum, all my friends love her haha.
Are you any good at writing?
I like to think so.
What’s something that really matters to you?
Music.
Do you prefer bar or liquid soap?
Liquid.
Do you have high or low self esteem levels?
In between.
Do you like mint or orange flavored chocolate?
Orange is great, mint not so much.
How often do you get spots? Like, pimples?
I get the occasional one, I'm clear probably like 90% of the time these days.
Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics?
Both! I love video game music, which is instrumental, but I love lyrics too of course.
Do you carry a bag around with you often? What does it look like?
Yep, it's a green handbag, I got it like a month ago. It's so cool.
Name one of your favorite memories.
So many to pick from, but I'll go with the entire trip to Orlando for Wrestlemania 33 cos the resort we stayed in was amazing (it had the nicest pool I've ever seen), we went to the WWE Performance Center (the tours to there are rare and expensive to get tickets to), I met a bunch of wrestlers (including Mox, my fave <3), we sat second row at Mania itself, we also had amazing tickets for all the other shows (including front row for Smackdown!), we did a bunch of tourist stuff and the weather was gorgeous. An all round perfect holiday.
Have you ever had braces? Do you need them?
No.
Are you a subscriber to any magazines? Which?
No. I used to subscribe to WWE Magazine but they stopped making it.
What is something you want but can’t afford to buy?
All the Converse I want xD
Do you usually eat wheat bread or white bread, or are you gluten-free?
Wheat.
Which lost friend do you most wish you could be friends with again?
None if you mean 'lost' as in friends I just stopped talking to, but if you mean in general, then Zoe cos she passed away.
Do you think you would be happier if you had more money?
Definitely.
What is something currently on your wishlist from Etsy?
-
Is there a Target near you?
We don't have it in NZ.
Which is closest to you: Target, Walmart, Kmart, or Meijer?
We only have Kmart of those.
Who do you go to when you’re lonely? Or what do you do when you’re lonely?
Depends.
What do you dislike about the house you live in?
The complex next door is full of annoying people, the neighbours right next to us in there have 3 kids and they're loud little shits lol.
Have you ever been clubbing? Did you have fun?
Yep, it's fun.
Have you ever volunteered?
Yes. I've done data entry for a few charities in the past and that.
What holidays do you celebrate?
Christmas & Easter.
Do you have a best friend? How long have you known them?
Yep, I've known her since high school.
How often do you take selfies?
It depends, sometimes loads, sometimes not that much.
What was your favorite way to spend a summer day as a kid?
Playing outside, riding my bike with these girls who lived down the street from me etc.
Do you have any uncommon interests or hobbies?
Depends what you consider unusual.
Have you ever drank so much that you passed out?
No.
What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…)
I love cheesy rice and rice with curry.
What’s your favorite horror movie?
The Ring.
Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out?
Yes.
What video games did you play when you were growing up?
All the old school DOS games cos I'm a 90s kid - Doom, Wolfenstein 3D, Secret Agent, Crystal Caves, Commander Keen etc. All the platform games!
What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones?
I call my boyfriend babe and baby xD
What’s your favourite Disney movie?
None.
Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks?
I only drink Coke Zero Sugar, so I guess the diet ones lol.
Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon?
Yep, loads of times.
Are you a fan of garlic bread?
Hell yes, gimme garlic bread.
Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan?
No.
What is your boss’s (or school principal’s) name?
His name's Oliver.
Do you like eggnog?
I've never had it.
Do you know anyone with celiac disease?
No.
Are you and your best friend complete opposites?
In a lot of ways, yes. But in other ways, we're similar.
If you were to write a novel, what would it be about?
A murder mystery or something.
Are you currently pretending to be someone’s friend?
No.
Have you ever had a serious issue involving your eyes?
My eyesight just sucks, especially my left eye, it's super blurry. Last time I got my eyes tested, they said my left eye got a tiny bit better... but my right eye got worse! SMH :/
Do you have sensitive teeth?
Sorta.
What are your views on our current president?
-
What is your biggest responsibility in your household?
Paying bills.
Who did you last worry about and why?
Myself tbh lol.
When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite?
I can't do this. Depending how well I know the person, I'll just tell them I can't eat it and take what I can eat and have that. Otherwise I'll just say I'm not hungry and eat later.
Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop)
Yep, a wireless one. It's a bit broken though, the middle scroll wheel doesn't click that well anymore.
What was your high school mascot?
Lion.
What was your first job?
Data entry.
Do you remember your first time?
Yep.
Favourite home-cooked meal growing up?
Bacon & egg pie.
What is something you don’t have any natural talent for?
Maths and anything musical lol.
How do you feel about your body?
It's pretty good, just need to lose my belly fat.
What are three things you like that are blue?
My hair, water and denim.
What is one sad song that you enjoy listening to?
Oh, there's loads.
Do you like butterflies?
Love them.
Do you prefer to read fiction or non-fiction?
Both.
If you have a significant other, what is his/her name?
Will.
Have you ever had to use a wheelchair?
Yep, when I broke my femur.
Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?
No.
What are three things you would change about your body if you could?
Flat stomach, longer thicker hair and feet 1 size bigger.
Who was the last person who gave you a hug?
My boyfriend.
Have you ever questioned your gender?
No.
What is your favorite thing to do in the snow?
-
Have you ever swam in the ocean?
Yes.
What were three of your favorite things to do at recess as a kid?
Pretend to be popstars with my friends, play cards and just hang around and chat.
What is one thing you’ve gotten for free on your birthday?
Starbucks xD
Have you ever been to Tennessee, USA?
No.
What are some things that fascinate you?
Geography, glitches, scams/scammers and true crime.
What did you last remember dreaming about?
Hmm, not sure.
What did you last watch on TV?
Big Bang Theory last night during dinner.
What is one of your toxic traits?
I procrastinate.
Have you ever found a skeleton while outside?
No.
Do you like meatball subs?
Never had one.
What is your favorite smell on earth?
Fresh bread.
If you have a sib, do you call him/her “brother” or “sister” sometimes?
-
Did you ever collect stickers?
I did and I still have them all! I had one particular book that I never used the stickers in them, I just collected them cos they were pretty ones. The rest I used on all sorts of shit lol.
Have you been baptized in any religious tradition?
No.
Do you love the smell of sunblock?
No, it smells weird.
What was the last upsetting thing that happened to you?
Some bitch at work was talking down to me and treating me like shit cos we were having computer issues (the fucking reception computer strikes again...) and I couldn't check on her case for her. She basically said I was worthless cos I was "just the reception girl" and insinuated I slept with my boss to get my job. I was getting so annoyed at her and was about to snap when one of my coworkers who is super protective of everyone in the office rescued me and told the woman to fuck off.
What was the last thing you ordered from Starbucks?
I got a mocha java chip frappe from there yesterday.
Do you trust your doctor?
I don't have a regular doctor, when I go to the clinic I just see whoever is available.
Do you ever question if your mother loves you?
Never, I know she loves me more than anything <3
What is missing in your life?
Travel. I miss it.
What is your favorite type of Lunchables?
Never had them.
What is the worst medication side effect you’ve ever had?
Diarrhea and a bad rash. Ew.
What is your favorite thing to order at Taco Bell?
I've only eaten there once or twice.
What church do you go to?
-
Do you take risks often?
Depends.
The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating?
Pasta bake, I always have it for dinner then eat the rest the next day, I just warm it up in the microwave at work lol.
What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate?
Chocolate.
What is your favorite song at the moment?
Girls Aloud - Disco Bunny
What is one thing you have too much of?
Hmm.
What type of fruit do you eat the most?
Kiwifruit probably.
Would you rather eat strawberries or watermelon?
I like both, but more strawberries.
Do you prefer hamburgers or hot dogs?
The burgers.
How far away do you live from the place where you were born?
I live in the same city as I was born.
If you buried a time capsule, what would you put in it?
Hmm.
Describe your clothing style in three words:
Wrestling, short and comfy.
What’s something you want to do more often?
Travel.
Who is your favorite YouTuber?
Call Me Kevin. He's hilarious, plays all sorts of games and he seems like he'd be the nicest person to know.
Do you believe in soulmates?
Yes.
What band or artist do you think is overrated?
I think Beyoncé is quite talented, but man her fans act like she's god.
What’s something untrue that you believed for a long time?
Dunno.
Did you skateboard when you were younger?
No.
Have you ever won a contest?
Oh, loads. I have a knack for winning things lol. The biggest I've won is a trip to Los Angeles to attend WWE Summerslam where we got flights, a fancy hotel, tickets to the PPV and tickets to a meet and greet event. It fucking ruled. Then there was the time I won the top prize at a stand at a fair where you chose envelopes with numbers in it and my number was for a gigantic hamper xD I've also won smaller things like CDs, DVDs, posters, expensive earphones, plushies, giftcards and the like. The last thing was a 6 month subscription to a magazine website from the McDonalds Monopoly game, it was worth like 100 bucks lol.
What’s something weird you’ve eaten?
Dunno.
Who is someone you would like to get to know better?
Wrestlers xD
When’s that last time you saw snow?
2015 when I was in the USA, it was all piled up on the sides of the roads in Boston.
Who are the 3 people you love the most?
My parents and my boyfriend.
Last person you slept in the same bed with?
My boyfriend.
Have you recently been sick?
No.
Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex?
I don't want to get married...
Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds?
Sure.
Last reason you went to the ER?
I got hit by a car and broke my shoulder.
What facial cleanser do you use?
I use one for acne on occasion, but only if it gets bad which doesn't happen much.
Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now?
Noooooo.
Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Yep. My Mum was a bit iffy on him at first cos she thought he was too old for me, but he's super charming and won her over quick, she loves him now xD My Dad liked him pretty much instantly.
What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up?
Dunno.
Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone?
Me lol.
Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot?
No, only at work haha. My boyfriend and friends mostly text me or message me online lol.
What turns you on the most?
Oh, loads of things.
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Yep.
Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you?
I knew they did, one of my friends saw them and immediately told me.
Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Yep xD One of his friends walked in on us, we all just died laughing.
Do you use q-tips to clean your ears?
No.
Have you ever swam with dolphins?
No.
If you/your gf became pregnant accidentally, would you consider abortion?
Without a doubt. I don't want kids and I don't want to be pregnant.
What was the last candy you ate?
Haribo.
Do you like zombie movies?
They're fine.
What’s the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom?
Blood everywhere.
Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to?
No.
How do you feel about runny egg yolks?
The best! Hard egg yolk is so disappointing.
Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family?
Yes, my first boyfriend cos I was 14 and wasn't allowed to date yet lol.
Who was the worst friend you ever had?
Hmm.
When was the last time you made plans with someone? What are you going to do with that person?
My Mum and I made plans to go to the Easter Show, then my boyfriend said he'd tag along as well lol.
Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer?
No.
While on the road, do you play any road games?
Sure.
Have you ever picked apples before?
No.
Are you scared of semi-trucks? Especially when you’re driving next to one?
Dunno tbh.
Do you have a fence?
No, we have a stone wall around the back and side of our house, and the front is part of a gigantic open carpark in our complex.
If you have any pets, do you talk to them in a baby voice?
I don't have pets, but I talk to every cat I see like that xD
Who was the last person to comfort you?
My boyfriend.
Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place?
Who knows.
What was the last thing you swallowed?
Water.
Do you like cats?
Cats are my favourite animal, I love them so much <3
On a scale of one to ten how much do looks matter to you?
5 or 6.
What are you listening to?
Little Mix - Notice
What’s the closest pink object to you?
A hairtie.
Are you afraid of thunderstorms?
Not at all.
Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
No, but I am happier with my boyfriend lol.
How much effort did you put into your last relationship?
Last one, not that much. Current one, a lot.
Do you have impulse control?
Sometimes I don't lol, I think when I'm out I wanna get fast food and I can't resist.
Would you do anything on a dare?
Not anything.
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21 feb 2023
Hello
It's been a while since I last put my thoughts down in words. I'd say probably 10 years, you know. Thats a whole ass decade.
Back then, I think I was more of a manifester. Maybe more like a romanticizer. This time, I want to embrace how in feeling in the now rather than doing it at the end of the day and not really sticking to the transcript.
I'm almost 25. I'm currently watching New Girl on a Tuesday lunch time. I got out of bed and hour ago and made myself a giant salad for lunch/ breakfast. Yesterday I had a left over samosa from a takeaway the night before for breakfast and a Lamb Balti Curry that I ordered but didn't eat for lunch. I made my own rice and for the first time, I ate it like an indian with my hands and it's 100% tastier. It's really true that the flavors really marry together when you eat with your hand.
I am self employed, which is why I have the freedom of watching New Girl on a Tuesday. I am a bridal make up artist and a beauty therapist. I have my own cabin studio in my back garden where I work from and I go to venue to venue for my make up artistry.
I live with my boyfriend Sam, who is a Car Salesman (though I'm sure he'd call himself something more elaborate, because he does more than just sales, he does all the admon, test drives, everything! He works so hard!) We've been together 4 years and it's been the best! The lockdown years were hard but we got through it and since the new year, he's adopted a 'Calm and Collected' persona and I've felt a difference in our relationship. He's always been loving and kind but he over reacts a lot. That sounds bad. I mean like if he stubs his toe, he'll scream about it and he'll ruin the rest of the day for himself. Or if he's cooking (very rare) in the kitchen, he'll get overwhelmed and storm away, which then I have to take over and it leaves a sour taste in our mouths for the rest of the evening. He's also quit vaping since the new year and he's done really well! He's a little overweight (I love his body and his fat belly, it's the most attractive thing to me) but I've always told him to eat better, for the sake of his heart. He's been going to the gym consecutively for the past 2 nearly 3 weeks! He's done so well!
If you can't tell, I'm very much in love with that boy.
I have a small circle of friends. Megan and Hannah. I've been friends with Megan since primary school, and we met Hannah in secondary school. Grew apart after school and only recently we've gotten much closer. I think we've been going to dinners together almost every month for the past year and I have to say it's been one of my favourite nights of the month!
Megan's about to elope and get married to Joe. I've never formally met him, just the odd hello whenever he drops Meg off and picks her up again. He asked me a couple weeks ago to host a Hen Do for Meg and offered to pay for Meg's side. Probably due to the lack of time he's given us. We're going into the City and going to this crazy golf place which I've been dying to go since it opened. It's got lots of sex paraphernalia and no Hen Do is complete without its fair share of Dicks.
In college, I was friends with Amera and I had a boyfriend called George. Me and Amera became friends with a lot of George's friends but as time we on, I think I realised how tired I was. I was absolutely exhausted from pretending to be who I wasn't which sounds so cliche. It turns out I'm not that party hard type of girl, at least not for very long. I'm a be home by 11pm and sleep in the nude with my boyfriend type of a girl. And I love that life. And that's okay.
I don't talk to that group of people anymore. I wish them all the best. I've had to block Amera and her friends because I felt so sad every time I see them on socials because that's not who I am anymore. They're thriving and though I'm happy with my life, my social battery isn't what it is anymore. And that's okay.
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hii can u do a frnds w/ benefits whr both sides catch feelings but the girl pulls away & he isnt happy so aft a few days he finds her and confesses w/ a happy ending? thanku if u do itt :))
You and Jay were childhood friends who grew up together, vowing to marry each other by the time you turned 30.
Life had other plans.
After successfully graduating college in the U.S., you returned to Korea, establishing your own company, becoming the first multimillionaire woman under 30.
Jay went on to become a self-made business and hiphop Mogul himself.
Now at 35, you both lived to work, like the workaholics that you were. There never was time for romance and so you were both longtime singles.
After a drunken night out, you casually decided to change that. Jay had been single for 2 years at that point and while he didn’t miss the nagging, he missed the sex. You on the other hand had been single for way longer, you doubted your body remembered what it felt like to be with a man.
“Let’s do it tomorrow! My schedule starts in the afternoon anyway.”
There were no rules in this situation, except for a few.
No sex after dark.
No sex in bed.
No talking.
No catching feelings.
This was a year ago, and for one year everything went according to plan.
Until you met a week ago, after both of you were busy and hadn’t seen each other in a while.
“How you been?”
Jay asked, to which you looked at him irritated.
“Ya! You’re breaking the rules. Hurry up! I have to get back to work!”
He swatted your hands away as you were about to undress.
“Have you eaten yet?”
You wanted to yell at him but he ignored you, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you into the kitchen.
“Have lunch with me first.”
“Jay…”
You protested but sat down anyway. Jay filled the table with plated and set a bowl of rice in front of you before sitting down.
You ate in silence before Jay started asking you about work.
“Work is work. Now eat your rice.”
He chuckled but remained quiet. After finishing your meal you sat down on the couch, drinking some wine. The time was ticking, you had to get back to work in an hour.
“Are we…”
“What?”
You regretted asking, and just grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, throwing him onto his back.
Quickly getting rid of your clothes, you straddled him, focusing on the clock on the wall.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Jay demanded, his eyes glued on you. Usually it didn’t bother you, but today was different. Even him touching you felt different. Loaded.
When you orgasmed, you looked him in the eyes and you swore you could see something in them. Something else besides the primordial instinct you saw for the past year. Usually he would yell out profanities but today he remained quiet, stared at you, taking in every inch of your body like it was the last time he would see it.
Hastily you put your clothes back on, and fled Jay’s apartment. Instead of going back to work, you informed your assistant about not feeling well and went home. Laying in bed, you pondered over what had happened. Sex felt definitely different this time. Jay was different too. Softer, more caring. You found yourself thinking about him, where he was, what he did, if he thought about you too.
“Get it together! You can’t like him!”
As you were uttering the words you knew it was already too late. You had feelings for him and the sooner to admitted it the sooner you could distance yourself from him.
“Right. I should avoid him!”
For a whole week you left his calls unanswered and his messages unread. Still, you found yourself thinking about Jay every night.
His texts became more and more desperate, and you realized he was battling the same feelings as you. He was just as miserable as you were.
A week turned into two, then three, and after a month you though you were ‘cured’. Believed to have overcome that irrational crush.
As you got ready to leave you were surprised to see Jay standing in front of you. Slowly you took a step forward, closing the door behind you.
You wanted his presence to leave you unaffected but the truth was your heart was aching. One look in Jay’s eyes, and you knew he was in pain too.
“Are you ok? You haven’t answ-”
He began but stopped himself.
“I’m sorry I ignored you.”
You offered instead, watching him as he lifted his head and his eyes were piercing through yours.
“Were you busy?”
“No. I was confused.”
Jay nodded in understanding, before he cleared his throat and spoke again.
“I’m not confused. I know exactly what happened that day. I know exactly what I feel, and I know it’s not a mistake.”
“Jay…”
“We should’ve never started this. Not like this anyway.”
You nodded, heartbroken that Jay regretted ever sleeping with you.
“We can fix our friendship.”
“That’s nice, but I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I want to be more! I wanted that all along, even before we started sleeping with each other. But I wasn’t sure whether you wanted it too.”
“I did! I do.”
You smiled widely as Jay inched closer to you.
“Then how about I take you out on our first date tonight?”
“Sounds good!”
“Let’s take things slow! We have a lot of catching up do.”
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Session 33│Bakugo/Izuku x Chubby Reader│Part 2
You guys really seemed to fw the first part so I decided to make a lil part 2😭I hope you like it! I also couldn’t think of names so (S/N) is for son’s name.
Warnings: Slightly suggestive moments, Bakugo being a bad dad, can be read as Izuku stand alone fic, not proofread.
You were so happy.
After leaving Bakugo, you and your daughter moved to a whole new part of Japan, starting fresh. At first, your little girl was sad with the arrangement, missing the friends that she had made at her school, but you assured her that she’d make a whole bunch of new friends at her new school.
When you and Bakugo were still together, every other week you would tell him that you were going to visit a friend with your daughter for a while, when in reality you were fixing up a cute little apartment for your little girl. You didn’t think you’d have to use it, figuring that you could rent it to make some extra cash, but it ended up working out in the end. Sometimes, you think that you knew that things would end up this way, so you wanted to be prepared.
You were in front of your little girl’s school, they were scheduled to be let out in a few minutes when you hear a familiar voice call your name. “(Y/N)?” You turn around to come face to face with none other than Izuku Midoriya. “‘Zuku? Hey! It’s been a while.” You exclaim, walking over to give him a hug. He immediately wraps his arms around you, rocking you both side to side. “It has! How have you been? How’s everything with you and Kacchan?” He asks. You go rigid, averting your eyes from his. “We’ve been good. Doing our thing.” You say, already wanting to change the subject. If Izuku didn’t know that things ended then it was safe to assume that the world didn’t know either. Typical Bakugo. Trying to keep his image clean. “Yeah?” He says after a while. Nodding, you look at the doors of the school building, wishing the doors would just burst open. “Then why are you in a completely different part of town? I thought (D/N) went to school closer to Kacchan’s place?” He asks, turning you to face him. Your eyes widen, stutters falling from your lips. “W-well, I, you know-” “You don’t have to lie for him, (Y/NN). I thought we were closer than that.” Izuku says, a disappointed expression painted on his face. He really missed you these past few months. Whenever he asked Bakugo about you, Bakugo would just brush him off with a grumbled she’s fine. He even asked Bakugo about your little girl and every time it was the same thing. It was like he didn’t even know how you were doing.
Changing the topic, you ask Izuku about himself. “Me? Well, today’s my day to pick up my son. I usually get him every other week.” You furrow your brows, “Get him? Are you and Uraraka not together?” You ask. Giving you a sad smile, Izuku nods his head. “Yeah, I found out she was cheating on me, so I decided to call it quits. Some things just aren’t forgivable, you know?” He asks. Nodding, you give him a sympathetic smile. Boy do you know. “Hey, I have a favor to ask you.” You say after a moment of silence. Izuku looks at you, nodding his head as a gesture to continue. “Don’t tell Bakugo you saw me, okay? I don’t want him to know where we are.” You tell him with pleading eyes. Izuku’s eyes widen before he gives you a brief nod, before giving you a small smile. “Sure, but what do I get out of it?” He jokes. You chuckle, thankful that the playful banter between you two was still there. When you were living with Bakugo, he didn’t take too kindly to the close relationship you had with Izuku.
“Tell you what,” You say as you pull out your phone. “If you don’t tell Bakugo, I’ll let you come over for dinner every now and then. I know you’re tired of eating chicken and rice.” You chuckle, handing your phone to him. Izuku laughs, knowing that you’re right considering that’s all he knows how to make. He punches in his phone number just as the school doors open, a barrage of children running to their parents. You spot your little girl running over to you, eyes sparkling when she sees Izuku. “Zuzu, what are you doing here?” She exclaims, bumbling with excitement. Izuku hands you your phone before turning to her, bending down and lifting her up into the air. She lets out a scream and giggles, happy to see her favorite family friend. “I was coming to pick up my little man when I ran into your mom. How have you been, sweetie?” He asks gently, holding her up in his arms. She rambles about her day when Izuku suddenly feels a tug on his leg. He looks down and sees his little boy, big, round eyes looking up at him. “Hey, buddy. How-” He’s cut off by your daughter leaping out of his arms, latching on to his son. He tumbles to the ground with a soft oof, before your daughter starts talking his ear off. “(S/N)! Why didn’t you tell me he’s your dad?! He’s best friends with my mom!” She rambles. She helps him up and they continue their conversation, Izuku turns to you. “So, dinner?”
Time Skip
It eventually became a weekly thing to have Izuku over for dinner. He asked if it would be okay if his son came every now and then and you had no qualms with that. How could you when he was your daughter’s best friend. Playing superheroes together, taking naps together, they even had similar tastes in snacks. They were truly a joy to be around, even if you had to fight the growing feelings that you felt for Izuku. You thought it was too soon to enter a relationship, Bakugo hadn’t even signed the divorce papers you sent him months ago, but seeing Izuku play with your little girl, handling her like she was his own was enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach. And Izuku was doing no better, always excited to see you before your little dinners and dreading the moment he has to walk out the door. He liked being with you and (D/N), and the fact that your little girl got along so well with his son only sweetened the pot. You looked like a family. Something he wishes he could’ve had with Uraraka, but is ecstatic that he found it with you.
It's one night when you’ve both had too much to drink, the kids are fast asleep and you tell Izuku that you have no problem with him staying the night, not wanting him to risk hurting himself or his son. You’re both nursing your last glass of wine, talking about anything and everything. “You never told me what happened between you and Kacchan. Did he hurt you?” He asks, leaning his head against his hand. You let out a sigh. You’re not necessarily hurt anymore, you’ve already grieved your relationship, but that doesn’t make it any less harder to talk about. You explain the situation to him, recounting everything that led up to you leaving. Once you finish, Izuku exhales a huge breath. “Wow.” He says, shaking his head. You nod along, downing your drink in one gulp. Izuku mimics you before continuing, “You 100% did the right thing, (Y/N). I can’t believe he missed (D/N) recital. That’s all she talked about!” He exclaims. Around that time, it wasn’t uncommon for him to pop up and check in on your little girl. You were close friends, so he was welcomed anytime, much to Bakugo’s dismay.
Nodding again, you agree. “I know! After that, I knew I was done with him. Catching him cheating was just the icing on the cake.” You sigh. Izuku runs his hand along your arm, hoping to bring you a bit of comfort. “It was a similar thing with Uraraka, so I definitely understand how you feel.” He says, giving you a sympathetic smile. You give him one back, before glancing at his lips. They look so kissable, you think before shaking your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. Izuku notices and a sly smirk makes its way to his face. “See something you like, princess?” He asks, leaning closer to you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but what comes out of your mouth surprises both you and Izuku. “I do, what are you going to do about it?” Izuku's eyes widen slightly before he’s moving closer to you, pressing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. It quickly heats up and then he picks you up and you wrap your thick thighs around his waist, deepening the kiss. He heads to your bedroom before laying you down, removing his and your clothes before diving into your lips again, hungry from the taste of you.
You wake up the next morning to see Izuku looking at you, a soft smile edged to his face. You give him one back and it's this little moment that solidifies everything for the both of you. You want each other. He spends the day with you and your daughter, the both of you sending small smiles each other’s way, brief pecks when your daughter wasn’t looking. It was looking bright for the two of you.
Meanwhile
Bakugo was beside himself. He checked every possible location that you could be. Dialed your number over a hundred times and was met with the same message; The number you called is not in service. The fuck do they mean it’s not in service? It’s your phone!
He couldn’t do anything. He spent nights awake trying to find you and your daughter, the guilt eating him alive. He’d tried to forget about everything and just live his life, but the thought of you off with some other guy had a rage filling his stomach. He knows he’s fucked up, taken you for granted, but if you’d just give him a chance, let him explain, he knows you’d forgive him.
He’s dozing off by his computer one night after another failed attempt at searching for you when he receives an email. It's from you, asking to meet him at some law firm building. He still has the divorce papers you sent him, the thought of shredding them had crossed his mind, but he kept them safely stored away in case this was something you truly wanted. He messaged you back telling you that he was free to meet tomorrow and that he couldn’t wait to see you.
Of course, no mention of being excited to see his daughter, but then again, what else could you expect.
You sit with Izuku looking at the email. “Do you think you can come with us? I’d just-” You’re cut off but a warm kiss pressed to your lips. “Of course I’ll go with you. Can’t have him trying to steal my girl from me, can I?” He grins, the words my girl rolling off his tongue easily. As if he was meant to say it. You give him an uneasy smile back, nervous about what the next day will entail.
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You, Izuku and your daughter head into the room in which your attorney stays, going over the documents that you had given them. Izuku hooked you up with the best attorney money could buy, seeing as he’d used the same one with Uraraka. They were able to settle the divorce within a month, which you were more than happy with. You sit your daughter on your lap and she plays with Izuku while you run through the documents with your attorney. It isn’t until you hear a familiar voice shout what the fuck before you turn your head to look at the door.
You see Bakugo, who, shockingly, looks worse for wear. He had bags under his eyes, and looked as though he’d lost quite a bit of weight. You tighten your hold on your daughter, who looks at Bakugo. She scrunches up her nose before turning to whisper in your ear, “Mommy, why is he here?” She asks. You nuzzle her cheek with your nose before answering, “Because we have a few things to clear up before he can leave us alone for good, okay?” You say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She nods, before turning back to play with Izuku’s hands.
Bakugo and Izuku have a stare down, the tension in the room palpable. Your attorney clears their throat, gesturing to the seat next to them, “Can we get started?”
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It’s practically warfare, Bakugo trying to explain himself and you wanting no part of it. He’s desperate, grasping at straws, trying to find some way to keep you tethered to him. “What about the kid? She needs a dad. You can’t handle it all on your own.” “I already have! Since she was born I have, and I’m not on my own. Not anymore.” You turn to look at Izuku who’s already looking at you, like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky. “I have him.” You say, looking at Bakugo with a fierce glare. He’s quiet, looking between you and Izuku. “In all fairness, this is a decision that I think the child should make. They know what they want.” Bakugo perks up at that, looking at his child. “What do you say kid? You want to come home with dad?” He asks, silently praying that the kid says yes. She feigns disgust before pointing at Izuku, “Daddy’s right here. I want to stay with Zuzu!” She exclaims, giggling when he gives her a high five. Bakugo slumps, feeling defeated, before slamming his hands down on the table, sneer present on his face. You push your chair back from the table, cradling your daughter close to you. “Fine! You want to be with that damn nerd. See if I care. Pink Cheeks was a better lay anyway.” Izuku stands, sizing Bakugo up. “You’ve hurt them enough, Kacchan. You’re not going to do that anymore. Not while I’m around. I think you should go.” He asserts, fists clenching by his side. Bakugo scoffs, kicking his chair before walking out the door. “What about the sign-” “It’s fine.” Your attorney states, thoroughly shaken up by the display. “After the way he acted, you won’t be needing that signature. He should stay far away from you and your child.” They mutter, collecting all of the documents and putting them into a folder. “In a few weeks, you should receive a letter finalizing everything. I wish you both the best of luck.” They say, holding out their hand. You and Izuku shake their hands before taking your leave.
As you walk out, you pull Izuku into a brief kiss. “Thank you, Zuzu.” You chuckle, using your unoccupied hand to caress his face. “Who am I, if not a hero?” He jokes, taking your hand and leading you to his car.
Yeah, he is one for sure.
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When you find out the Haikyuu boys cheated.. Pt. 2
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Starring: Timeskip!Aone, Goshiki, Kita, Lev
A/N- Tw: Cheating, crying, yelling, fighting, mentions of sexual- intercourse, swearing, please let me know if i missed anything!!
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Aone-
Today was supposed to be your 4th year anniversary with your amazing boyfriend Aone. However, that date idea had quickly turned to shit when you see your boyfriend at a booth with some other chick.
You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, because you were exceptionally early to this date, so you walk over, hoping it was a sister or some other relative.
But when you finally made it over to the table, your boyfriend looked like he had seen a ghost. Pale, scared, and he looked sick. The thing that hurt the most was the guilt swimming in his eyes. Eyes that were once only for you. Eyes that were always warm and welcoming, the eyes that felt like home. His once beautiful and bright eyes were now dulled, guilty and scared.
Aone felt like he couldn’t move. He was stuck in his chair when he saw you.
‘Our date isn’t for another 20 minutes... how could this happen...?’ He thinks to himself. Then he remembers what you had said earlier about being early for the special today. He curses under his breath and opens his mouth to make excuses, but that’s when he hears a sniffle.
He reluctantly looks up to see you crying, and swiping at your eyes wildly. His heart shatters and sinks to the floor and he immediately knows he shouldn’t lie, it’ll only make it worse.
“Baby i’m so sorry....” He looks down, not ready to hear your reply. “Was i not good enough..? What should I have done differently..?” You say in a small, hurt voice.
“No! I-” He was cut off by the other girl sitting in front of him.
“Bubs who’s this ugly little girl? She a friend of yours? Or what..she kinda smells a little..” She says in a squeaky, bratty voice.
“Oh, haha; i’m actually his soon to be ex-girlfriend! So nice to meet you!! And so nice to leave you ‘bubs’!” You say with a fake smile, and filled with sarcasm.
“Babe- do-” Aone started quietly, he always was so quiet and reserved. But he seemed so talkative with this new girl....
“By Aone! Bye bitch I don’t know!” You say oh so confidently, until you go to itch your eyes. ‘oh... tears..’ You began to cry harder as you realize you just left the one thing you loved most.
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Goshiki-
You and Tsutomu had been pretty distant after a fight you two had, and you wanted to go over and apologize to him because you realized you were in the wrong.
However, what you did not expect was to see another car parked outside of your shared home.
This fight you both had was because of some silly coworker jokingly hitting on you. You had known this person since you were little, so it was nothing new. They were also fully aware of the fact that you were in a committed relationship with Tsutomu.
So, who could be at his house? Was he really hurt enough to call a friend or relative for help/advice? Now you felt really bad, so you quickly make your way up the steps to your shared home and push past the door.
What you did not expect to hear, were muffled whimpers and Goshiki’s smooth, calming voice. ‘Wh-what?’ You think maybe it was something else, maybe it was Goshiki whimpering and sniffling and someone else sweet talking him. But once you walk into your bedroom....you shut down.
“B..baby,,?” You ask, voice small. You were shaking and trying your best to keep your cool and hold back the tears threatening to spill. “Whats going on..?”
Goshiki immediately whips his head around from where it was buried between someone elses thighs. But when he sees your hurt eyes and sad features guilt pools at the bottom of his stomach. He was with someone else, on your shared bed, in your shared home. This realization suddenly hit him like a brick, and he immediately shot straight up. “I-I can explain!!”
“Explain what? The fact you were pleasuring some random whore on our bed?? What else is there to explain Tsut- Goshiki?” You yell back, the tears from before finally breaking the barrier and streaming down your face.
Goshiki just stood there, shaken up and regretful, not daring to say a word, knowing it will make things worse. But you persisted and asked him again why he did it and he started to get annoyed with your yelling. “I was angry with your stupid fucking co-worker for flirting with you and smacking your ass and always eating lunch with you!! I wanted you to know how it felt!!” He yelled back, without thinking. Bad idea.
You were speechless to say the least. He did not just compare cheating to harmless banter between friends...did he? He didn’t just call your absolute bestfriend stupid...did he?
“Get out. Both of you.” You say, your tone stone cold.
“What..” Your ex says, his voice small and shaky, almost as if it was any louder it would shatter you.
“GET OUT!! NOW!!” You say, now yelling as warm, fat tears stream down your face. You were furious, deflated, tired, and so, so done. You thought you were going to be sick. You had trusted him, and here he was, with a beautiful woman, probably 10x better than you. And to think you were going to apologize to him.
“Baby... we can fix this! right? Move forward!” He says, not so confident or angry this time.
“What, so you can go off with some other bitch as soon as the going gets tough again? No. We’re over. Goodbye Goshiki, please don’t try to contact me, i’ll have someone come get my stuff.”
And with that, you slammed the door and walked out of the place you one called home.
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Kita-
Kita was a simple man. He wanted 2 things in life: A family with you, and his rice fields to do well.
However he did not take it very well when you said you were not ready for a family, and he stormed out on you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, thinking about how you could be better.
The past month and a half, you and Kita have been pretty distant, and you have been preparing yourself for a family in any way you can. For example: Finishing the last of your extra studies, learning how to make extra delicious meals, even though Kita wasn’t ever there to try them, and you even started looking into parenting books. You just wanted to be the perfect wife for him.
So one day you waited for him to come home, ready to tell him the big news; you were ready to start a family. So when he finally got back, you told him!
“Babe! I think i’m ready for a family! With you!” You said happily and confidently. But when you saw his eyes widen in surprise, you didn’t expect them to also be oh so regretful.
“Y-you are..?” He asks, suddenly shaking. His stomach drops to the floor while his heart breaks simultaneously. You... you prepared yourself all on your own, just for him. And he knows he fucked up, getting some other girl pregnant, but he was so angry and sad he just.... it just... happened.
Just then, he gets a call, from the one person he really did not want to talk to. The other woman he got pregnant. He was so scared to pick up the phone, so you did. He froze. ‘No..! You cant pick that up...it will ruin us..’
“Hey! Shin! The baby just kicked! I hope its a girl.... Shin..?” The girl says on the other end, happy and excited.
“wh..what?” You say, confused. “Who are you..?”
“I’m his girlfriend! Who are you silly?” She says, still bubbly.
“I-” You start, and then hang up. It could not be. He did not get another woman pregnant, he was your baby, no one else...right? You slowly look over to Kita, hoping you didn’t just hear what you think you did.
He looks down, guilt and shame washing over his built figure.
“I’m so sorry... it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did and I can’t just leave her by herself..” He says, voice gradually getting louder.
“So.. you couldn’t just wait a little longer huh...it’s okay, I hope you two will be happy.” You walked away after that, and just then was when Kita realized he was loosing you. He panicked, and reached out for your hand, but you were already gone, into the bedroom you both shared, presumably packing.
But it’s when he sees you walk out the door, tears streaming down your face, and sobs wracking you body, that reality finally shifted. You were leaving, and he was now responsible for a child that wasn’t yours. He was mortified to say the least.
“Bye Shin, i’ll always love you y’know.. I hope your child is as beautiful as you.”
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Lev-
Today was your birthday! And you were so excited to spend it with your beanpole boyfriend! But he hadn’t answered your texts yet, and your calls either. You understood he had a photo-shoot, but it was over hours ago, even his manager didn’t know where he was. So you decided to check his snapmap because you were genuinely worried??
But when you saw his bitmoji at an unrecognized address, you freaked out and drove there immediately.
When you got there, his car was parked in the driveway, and the lights were on inside. You could also hear the faint hum of soft music.
Lev was always so gentle with you, and he never raised hid voice or got angry with you. You loved that about him, how soft he was. When you guys first met, he was willing to take things slow, and wait until you were both comfortable with eachother.
He was always so patient, or so you thought. You weren’t ready for anything intimate other than kissing, and he said he was okay with that. But horny men will be horny men.
But you at least thought he could wait a little longer for you, his girlfriend of 11 months. At least those were the thoughts that flew through your head as you walked into the mystery house.
It was Lev, laid out on a bed with silk sheets, rose petals scattered everywhere, and Champaign on the nightstand next to him.
Well, more like next to the other woman in bed with him, dressed in red lacy lingerie and pretty makeup. The candle-light makes them both look so majestic, well they would if they both didn’t have shocked/guilty expressions on their faces.
Lev got up immediately and tried to grab your arm, but you shrugged him off.
“I trusted you, and I loved you, I still love you! But here you are, with another woman, on my birthday. Happy fucking birthday to me i guess.”
He stood there dumbfounded as you walked out, your confident facade breaking as tears slip down your rosy cheeks. Then, you drive away, knowing things will never be the same...
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Annnnnd it’s finally out! Not proofread i’m sorry </3 Kita’s hurt the most smh
ALSOOOO don’t forget you are fucking gorgeous and ilysm pls take care of your gorgeous self!
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The Hitman (Part 2)
pairing : Billy Russo x f!reader
word count : 2.3k+
rating : T
summary : you’re the daughter of one of Billy’s targets, but as he uses you as a pawn to get closer his feelings start to feel real.
warnings : death(not billy or reader.), murder, mentions of blood/violence, food/eating, kidnapping, hurt/comfort/betrayal, neutral ending.
part 1
gif creds: @ttimothee / @redbelles
“Damn Billy, you fucked up.”
“Damn Billy, you fucked up.”
“Damn Frank, you don’t think I know that?”
“Man, quiet down. We don’t need any attention on ourselves.” Billy looked over, seeing the eyes of others that were instead at the bar after his shouting.
“You gotta help me, Frankie. I can’t let Anything happen to her. It would break me.”
Frank let out a sigh, taking a slag of his beer. “You might have to go through with the hit Billy. What did this guy do anyway?”
“He stole a bunch from Rawlins, probably even has some information on him doing some illegal shit, been threatening to expose him for months.”
“You would risk being exposed for this girl?”
“I would do Anything for her. I just can’t let her find out about this hit. She’d hate me.”
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That night Billy came home to you, finishing up dinner for him. “Finally, your home right on time.”
You said as you took a baked, roasted chicken out of the oven.
Billy gave a soft smile, something you could tell was forced. You may have only known him for a short time, but you knew him like the back of your hand.
“What’s bothering you? Come on, tell me, you’ve been acting weird.”
Billy filled his mouth with some of the rice you cooked. He was almost bout to put the whole counter of butter on top.
“I...I got something I wanna talk to you about.” He avoided eye contact, another weird sign.
“Well, shoot, what do you wanna talk about?”
“I think we should move in together..”
“Well don’t we already practically live together? You sleep here every night.”
“Yes, I know, but, I mean, I think you should move into my loft, Where you’ll be safe.”
“Safe? Billy, what are you talking about? What going on?”
“As safe, I just mean...security, Someone could walk into this building and break right in. With me, we’ll be on the top floor, high-tech alarm systems and guards.”You sat for a moment, thinking over his proposition. You wish he would just be honest with you.
“If you are in trouble, you can just tell me.” Placing your hand on his to soothe him.
It is you that’s in trouble.
“Please, I just think this would give me peace of mind.”
“Okay, If this is what you want, Billy.”
“Perfect. I’ll have everything set by the end of the week.” He kissed your palm before dismissing himself to take a call.
*A week later*
As promised, there you sat on Billy’s black leather couch in his loft, watching as the movers brought all of your boxes up. Over the past few days, you’d been staying over with him, neither of you leaving. There was no one coming over, except food delivery people, which Billy was strict about, telling you not to open the door for anyone.
Billy didn’t mind you being here for the movers, though, and he’d done a clear background check on them, knowing every bit and piece of their lives he could. It was for your protection, and It wouldnt be like this for much longer after the plan was set into motion.
Even when you offered to help bring in your things, Billy denied you. You just wanted to know what had him acting this way. Less than two weeks ago, he was a completely different person than he was now.
Billy thanked the movers after they had finished up. You waved them off as Billy stood by the door, handing them a check before closing the door and locking it.
“You finally gonna tell me what’s going on?” You looked down, avoiding eye contact, and you could hear a puff of air leave his body. You let him get away with this for too long. It was time to tell you what happened.
You pat the seat next to you, moving your curled feet from the couch for him to sit.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My job, what I do for a leaving, It’s not….”
“Billy, just spit it out.” You said out of frustration, what he meant couldn’t be as bad as he made it come off to be.
“I’m a hitman.”
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That night you laid in bed, unable to sleep. Billy was to your side, his arm wrapped around you protectively, as light snores came from his lips hitting your ears. You softy wrapped your hands around him, removing his arm from your waist, and made your way to the living room.
You just wanted some space, time to process what he’d told you earlier.
‘I’m a hitman, and Someone who may have a grudge with me is after you. I need to keep you safe.’
You opened the fridge, covering your eyes from the intense brightness before you felt an arm wrap around your mouth. “ Just listen, and nothing will happen, alright, pretty girl?”
You could slowly feel yourself knocking out as you slipped into the unknown persons’ arms before seeing black.
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The following day Billy woke to the blankets on the side of your bed pushed over. He assumed you’d woken up early and started your day, Until he walked into the living room, shouting your name to no response.
Something wasn’t right. He expected you would want distance, but completely ignoring him was off and unlike you, even with the situation.
He heard the ring of his phone, picking it up off the kitchen counter and seeing a text from Rawlins.
R: Times up.
Billy could feel his knees almost giving out. He scrambled around the loft, looking for any sign of you, shouting your name before he received an incoming call.
“Where the hell is she, Rawlins?”
“Oh c’mon, Billy...I warned you this would happen if you didn’t get my business finished, But no, indeed, you wanted to move her in and playhouse. Now you can come and get her, Or you can take care of that hit. You have 24 hours.” Before the line went clear.
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You don’t remember much, just falling asleep in the kitchen. At first, you thought you’d lost and hit your head, but now looking around the darkroom and seeing that you’re tied to a chair, you know that’s not the case.
“Hello? Billy? Anyone, please help!” You fought to get the restraints off your hands. “Ah, finally, You’re up!” You heard a distant voice as Someone walked out of the shadows, a man who you had never met before stood before you, a menacing grin on his face.
“Glad our guest of the night can finally join us.” He said, walking over to a table covered in tools as he pulled on black leather gloves.
“Listen, I don’t know why I’m here-”
“Ah, Billy still hasn’t told you..”
“Billy? How do you know Billy? What does he have to do with this?”
“I’m his employer, And his job-”
He took the cloth he used earlier to put you to sleep on the table, pouring some liquid on it.
“Was to take out your father.”
“What? No-no, you’re lying.” You could hear your voice crack at a point, tears willing up in your eyes.
“Sorry, sweetheart, It’s just business.” You let out a fighting groan before he put the cloth back to your face, putting you back into your sleep.
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“Frank, we gotta problem….He got her...I’ll meet you at the warehouse.”
Billy left a voicemail on Franks’s phone, praying it would get to him in time.
Billy pulled into the alleyway, hiding his car out of sight as he made his way into the warehouse.
Thankfully Frank had gotten the message and wasn’t too far away, beating him there.
“I’m sorry about all this..”
“No, Don’t be. I’m going to fix it, I’m going to get my girl back, and all this will be under control. Billy sounded confident in his words, but Frank knew his friend. They were like brothers. He knew this hit would be the one to break him the minute he told him about you and your relationship.
“Alright, so how exactly do we get her back?”
“I gotta complete my mission, and I gotta take out the hit.”
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You woke up. Who knows how many hours later, that shit Rawlins used on you was strong as ever. You were sat up in a cage, a small tray of food, bread, and what looked to be mashed potatoes sat in front of you.
“Cmon, I’m not a monster.” His voice sent chills down your spine, not the good ones, like with Billy, the ones that meant you know something terrible was about to happen.
“One last meal before you say goodbye.”
“Please don’t do this. I’ll do Anything.”
“I have no use for you, girl, and You’re just as useless as your father, which is why I sent Billy to take him out.”
Memories from hours ago flooded back to you, Billy was sent to kill your father, And he used you to get there, If he went through with the mission, your father would’ve been dead, And Billy would’ve just left you in the cold after who knows how long so it wouldnt look Suspicious.
A buzz went off in the large warehouse, and a red light flashed for a second.
“Looks like your boyfriend went through with it, after all. Now he’s here for pick up.”
He sawed you camera footage outside of the gates, Billy holding a body-sized duffle bag, Basically dragging it into the building.
You looked away. A light sobbed peaked through your lips as tears ran down your face. You felt as if your whole world was crumbling around you.
Rawlin’s opened the cage, lettering you out but grabbing your arm with force.
“Not yet, you little bitch, Let’s see what your boy toy got me first.” Billy was escorted into the room, and All his weapons were taken. He was left bare.
“Unzip the bag.” Rawlins pointed his silencer to your side,” Or I shoot her.”
“There’s no need for all that, and I brought you what you wanted.”
Billy unzipped the bag. To see Frank, instead of your father, you let out a sigh of relief. Immediately Frank pointed his gun at Rawlins, Shooting him in-between his eyes. Billy grabbed the weapon that Rawlins had up to you, taking out all the other guards in the room. It all happened so fast, and You couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Cmon, baby, we gotta go.” He reached his hand over to you. You resisted for a second before taking his hand, all three of you running out to the parked car outside and flooding it back to a safe house.
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You now sat in the tub as Billy cleaned the blood off of you, Rawlins blood. You sat in silence, and the only sound was the water droplets from the faucet and Billy rigging out the wet rag.
“Alright baby, All clean, let’s get you in something warm.
“Don’t touch me, and I’ve got it.”
Billy nodded his head, understanding, and handed you the big red towel. You turned from him as you dried off and walked back into the bedroom where you’d be sleeping.
Billy handed you a pile of folded clothes.
“I’ll go get us something to eat, Anything specific you want?”
You shook your head, no words able to come out. Billy turned towards the door. As soon as you heard the turn of the doorknob, you spoke.
“Why?”
“Why?”Billy repeated as if he didn’t understand.
“Why me? Why my family? Why make me fall in love with you to get to him?” Billy opened his mouth, but you cut him off, dismissing him.
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Billy rushed into town, bought a large pepperoni pizza, and made it back to the safe house without any unknown cars following behind. He couldn’t stop thinking about what you had said to him, He didn’t expect to fall in love with you, but that’s why he didn’t. He, take the hit, Anything to keep you safe and happy, and he would do it. He knew you would probably never forgive him for this, But if you needed him, he wouldnt be far.
Once he opened the first door, pizza in one hand, He saw you seated on the couch, wearing the clothes he’d brought you earlier. He smiled weakly at the sight of you, He loved you so much, And now he was about to lose you.
You got up from the couch, making your way over to him, looking him up and down. The man you fell in love with withstood before you, But you barely knew him, the real him.
“Where are you going to go through with it? The hit, I mean.”
“I was until I got to know you. I couldn’t hurt you, Not like that.” You nodded. You believed him. Who would go through all of this for Someone if they didn’t love them?
“If this is gonna work, Us.” you pointed back and forth between the two of you.”I want honesty. Tell me everything. He about this job of yours.” “Honesty?”
“Honesty.”
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SYNOPSIS: Years of memories pouring out, Katsuki and Shouto confront their feelings for you in your very hospital room.
pairing(s): bakugou katsuki x fem!reader, todoroki shouto x fem!reader
genre: angst.
word count: 4.5k+
warnings: really self-indulgent fic, characters are aged-up, implied sexual content, mentions of drinking alcohol, jealousy, reader identifies as female with she/her pronouns,
author’s note: so i found this pretty old wip i wrote before i made my blog, and after reading it over, i decided hey why not publish it? so i finished it up, did some cleaning, and heres what we got. sorry if it seems kind of shaky, i did my best with what i initially had!
“Bakugou… what are you doing here?”
Shouto enters the room with freshly bought peonies in his hands—one of the many dozen he had brought to this hospital already—his steps coming to a halt at the sight of the Explosion Hero near your hospital bed. Katsuki looks up and narrows his eyes, aggravated by the offender’s question.
“What? You got a fucking problem with me being here?” He keeps his voice low, not wanting to disturb the entire hospital wing, knowingly admitting to how loud he could be. But that doesn’t suppress the bite in his tone.
“Just because you’re her fucking boyfriend doesn’t mean you’re the only one that’s allowed to worry about her,” he nearly spits, and Shouto’s face mirrors Katsuki’s own irked expression.
You have been unconscious for a week now. The cause of this incident was due to your encounter with a dangerous villain who had been wanted by the police for quite some time. Months of evading capture down the drain, the villain had unfortunately ran into you as you patrolled the streets during your nightly shift.
In the end, you won the fight, but at the cost of damage done to your body and overuse of your quirk. As a result, you entered an unconscious state, recovering in this hospital bed to be monitored by medical staff throughout each day. The doctors assured them that you would eventually wake up but will need time to heal on your own through rest.
Ever since the day you’ve been admitted here, Shouto has been visiting your bedside. However, this is the first time Katsuki’s shown up.
Shouto only points a glare to the blond, ignoring him while he sets his bouquet down next to your bed. He notices the already present vase of hydrangeas, surmising that Katsuki must have brought them. He places his bundle of peonies beside them.
The dual-haired man sits on the opposite side of the bed from Katsuki, whose attention is brought back to the girl’s sleeping face, patched with wraps and bandages as a result of your tribulations with the villains.
If I had finished my jobs quicker, I would’ve been able to see you the moment you had to stay in this damn hospital. The thoughts ring in Katsuki’s head, hands clenched into fists out of frustration.
Knowing you had to deal with that whack job of a villain on your own—that your overprotective and valiant nature wouldn’t allow you to let this criminal walk away when you encountered him, and that they weren’t there to prevent you from getting like this—killed both him and Shouto on the inside. They especially hated not knowing when you would wake up or if what the doctors said about you eventually regaining consciousness would even be true.
Shouto takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. Katsuki catches him pressing delicate kisses against your lightly bruised knuckles from the corner of his eye, the young man not caring that he was performing these intimate acts in the presence of another man. Shouto especially did this in order to make a solid point:
She’s mine.
Katsuki knew very well how possessive Shouto could be while he was in their presence. And honestly, he couldn’t blame him. If he got to call you his and keep you all to himself, he’d make sure everyone knew they couldn’t have you—that your smile and attention were all his and his alone. But in this case, they weren’t, and all he could settle for were envious emotions and fantasies of what could’ve been.
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Bakugou Katsuki’s feelings for you date back to as early as your high school years at U.A.
At first, he wasn’t entirely sure what made these feelings arise. Having his goal of becoming the Number One hero plastered at the forefront of his head made romance and love trivial concepts down his path. Katsuki had no time to be chasing after girls, going on dates, and devoting a chunk of his time to a partner.
However, at one point, things started to change. He felt ripples affect the still waters that were his life, and he noticed that only you could calm this torrent. You were the one person he sought comfort in, the one person that understood who he was and why he acted the way he did. And the one person who mended him physically and mentally without belittling his character or crushing his pride.
Through all of that, Katsuki had begun to appreciate and admire all the little things about you. Like your beaming smile and the twinkle in the lovely hues of your eyes that you’d give him as you two interacted. It was such a welcomed contrast to the fearful looks the other students would have etched on their faces whenever he so much as called out their name.
He always took note of how you adjusted his food to his preferences during times you were assigned to cook that night at the dorms. And how you’d go and try to tend to him after training, when his muscles ached and his bruises were settling into his skin.
At first, Katsuki thought of it as a sign of weakness—to accept help from someone else when at his most vulnerable state. Yet you were persistent.
He recalls a particular memory after a battle during his internship where he was reduced to resting in bed to recover. Not many of his classmates came up to check on him during that time. Mainly because they figured he wouldn’t bother to open his door for them anyway. Though one night, he heard a knock sounding from his door. He glanced up from his bed, already thinking about ignoring the visitor in favor of staying in bed to rest, but a voice spoke beyond the threshold.
“Katsuki? I hope you’re not asleep yet. It’s not much, but I made you a little something to help you get better.” He didn’t reply upon recognizing your voice, hesitating to see what you’d do if he didn’t respond.
There was a pause of silence until you eventually continued. “Well, I’ll leave this in front of your door for you to have… If not, I’ll come back and retrieve it, okay?” That was the last you said before Katsuki picked up a light clank near the bottom of the entrance. Afterward, feet padded lightly down the hallway till they returned to the elevator to descend to the bottom floors, and the blond was by himself once again.
He weighed the option of leaving whatever you left for him untouched, but knowing you made an effort to arrive at his door to check on him caused him to waver. Before he knew it, his feet treaded to the spot to discover a hot plate of curry at his doorstep, followed by a note and painkillers. The plate perched on one of his hands, he opened the letter with the other.
Get better soon! We’ll be waiting for you!
Closing the note, he tossed it on his desk before plopping down on the edge of his bed with the plate of curry in his lap. It steamed and dispersed heat on his sore thighs, piping hot and ready to eat.
He gripped his spoon between his fingers, an irregular grin surfacing his lips. He scooped up the spicy bits of curry, gobbling the dish down to its very last grain of rice until the plate was clean. And in that time, every bite he brought to his mouth made him think of you.
“Dumbass, there’s no way I’m falling behind.” Feeling thoroughly full, he transferred the finished plate to his desk, where he had left the note. Before he had even realized it, he reached out for the paper, glancing over the words one last time. He fished a pen from his drawer and scribed a reply of his own for when you would return for the dirty plate.
Thanks, dumbass. It was good.
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The Icy-Hot Hero, Todoroki Shouto, loved you too much to let you go.
You were the girl that shaped him to become the person he is today—who taught him to embrace himself for who he was and not let his past define him and what he stood for. You were the person that brought him out from the dark hole he trapped himself in and cast him into warm light. You’ve stuck together through thick and thin throughout your journey to becoming Pro Heroes, protecting one another and watching each other’s backs. It wasn’t long before he noticed his feelings for you had developed into more complicated emotions. Emotions that made butterflies flutter in his stomach and his face unusually hot whenever he even glanced in your direction. As he began to actively seek you out for comfort and support, he thought of you differently in comparison to all of his other classmates.
Initially, these foreign feelings troubled him. Yet, he could never quite piece together why you could garner such flustered reactions.
Then after consoling these newfound sensations with his close friends and family, he realized that you meant so much more to him than just a classmate, an ally, a colleague. Todoroki Shouto was—is—in love with you.
And the feeling was mutual.
Whether it was the intense looks you two sent as your gazes naturally drifted to each other or how your hands would always brush across soft and calloused knuckles in a silent plea to lace your fingers together, it wasn’t long before he discovered that his feelings for you were reciprocated.
Interestingly, you and Shouto never had to confess anything to each other. Your feelings came almost naturally for you both like you were telepathically linked and on the same wavelength. You came to one another like magnets attracted to their opposite poles, and in just a blink, your lips had met one day, and you took each other’s first kiss.
From then on was the start of many more “firsts.”
Shouto remembers the first time he let you hang out in his dorm room, talking about simple things like school, studying, and internships.
He remembers your first date to a cafe his older sister recommended—the one with flavorful milk teas he knew you’d take a liking to, with bountiful flowers decorating the interior of the tea house.
He remembers inviting you into his home to meet his older siblings, have dinner with them, and letting his family get to know you as his significant other.
He remembers taking you to see his mother at the psychiatric ward his wretched father had admitted her to, finally letting the two most significant women in his life meet and watching as his mother took a relieved liking to the girl he loves.
He remembers the tension that hovered in the air over an argument you two had one day, which was eventually mended through communication and reaffirmations of love.
He remembers embracing you in his bed, devoid of nothing but yourselves in your purest forms, eliciting sweet sounds from your lips that intoxicated him with lust and drove him to desire more and more until he monopolized every crevice of your body—every ounce of your soul—and intended to burn your beautiful, sinful image into his memory.
He remembers so much of the little things and the significant things about your love that he could never, ever hand you over to anyone else. Less of all to Bakugou Katsuki.
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Katsuki was one of the first people to notice that they were in a relationship.
At first, it wasn’t obvious. The two made a point to keep their romantic bond a secret among their classmates and teachers not to complicate things and be the subject of teasing. They also considered the fact they needed to focus on their studies and hero training. Kisses and other affectionate touches were done behind closed doors or whenever they knew no eyes could discover them. These sneaky tactics proved to be effective and not many questioned them about relationships, aside from the occasional girls/boys talk they’d do. They’d ask each other things like “who would you date” and “don’t you think ‘so-and-so’ is cute” and many other curious asks. Their answers to these inquiries were inconspicuous enough that most of their friends didn’t suspect much of anything. Except for Katsuki.
Katsuki was never one to pick apart details, not as much as his childhood rival, Deku, anyway. But the more he looked at them, the more he was aware of the particular hints and their subtleties of tenderness. Such as the way the red-and-white-haired boy would perk up at the sound of your name or the chime of your voice from across the dormitory’s common area. Or the way you two would hover around each other more often than you would your classmates as if maximizing the most of your time together in public. Or how you’d go on small study dates together and hold each other’s hand underneath the table in the library, thinking no one would notice.
Perhaps, the most significant indication, however, was the expressions on each of their faces.
Maybe Katsuki had started becoming very hyper-aware, unraveling your mannerisms and making out even the smallest of singularities, but he felt your faces alone were an obvious giveaway.
The looks you gave each other were ones harboring nothing but pure love and adoration. He could discern the glow you exuded simply basking one another’s presence. Those looks weren’t ones you would give to a close friend; they were something more. He would know. That look Shouto gives is the same one Katsuki has for you, after all.
Except, his is never reciprocated.
That pretty smile, the flustered expression across your cheeks, the sparkling hues of your eyes—all those little details were reserved for Shouto, not Katsuki.
It hurt to know that the gaze you give Katsuki wouldn’t ever be the same one you give to Shouto. Katsuki knows this, and yet he still can’t seem to get past you.
The moment he was aware of his feelings—reluctantly fathoming the fact that you were with Shouto—Katsuki did everything in his power to stop these feelings.
No, not just stop. He had to get rid of them. Cut any connection with them. Dealing with an aching heart was too much work and pain for a boy with heavy aspirations to bear. So he ignored you—erased you. He didn’t so much as spare you even a glance as if you were just another extra. Whenever you appeared, he made a move to leave, spouting excuses such as “I’m going to sleep,” or “I don’t have time to be around you losers,” the usual Bakugou Katsuki response to any form of unnecessary socializing. He had to act like you didn’t exist, put his mind on something else—anything else.
But darn that girl and her need to check on and care for other people.
Noticing something was wrong with the boy, you sought Katsuki out, cornering him. You asked him what was wrong, to which Katsuki gritted his teeth, unable to look at you in the eyes, knowing that those feelings would bubble up inside him again as they conjured troublesome butterflies in the pits of his stomach. Yet it was no use.
He couldn’t deny that he missed those times together—when you would patch up his wounds and bruises after training or when you’d let him try out your spicy ailments before half-and-half because you always knew he had a preference for spicy foods. He still had it bad for you.
And he continued to harbor those feelings even after you all graduated after your third year at U.A.
The heroes-in-training were ready to take on the real world as Pro Heroes and sidekicks. By then, you and Shouto had admitted to the class about your relationship. Some were surprised, while others, specifically the girls, expressed their rounds of “I knew it!” likely noticing the chemistry between the two long before. Katsuki had decided to play dumb and acted like this announcement meant completely nothing to him. Just useless news. That was what he told himself, anyway.
After that, Katsuki didn’t see much of the couple around. All of them were busy with work and trying to get their names out in the public to compete on the Billboard Hero Chart.
Which was good news for him. With his goal of becoming the Number One Hero still lodged into his head, the blond threw himself into his heroic duties. Often, he didn’t stop, persisting on job after job until the agency he was under forced him to take breaks whenever they deemed necessary for his health. In those times, Katsuki found himself slowly forgetting about you. But occasionally, he’d see glimpses of you again.
As expected of one of the graduates under Class A of U.A., you were definitely making a name for yourself and propelling in popularity. Whether he wanted to or not, Katsuki would see articles and advertisements glowing with your resplendent features plastered on headlines, covered by your hero name.
God, did you look as beautiful as always. Katsuki would think before jolting his mind back to reality, remembering that you weren’t his to ogle.
The last part was hard to bear, especially when his former class announced a reunion party at a restaurant Momo had reserved for them when everyone had hit the legal drinking age. Katsuki was definitely not keen on going. However, his friend Kirishima had convinced him to come along through relentless persistence.
Ultimately, he attended the reunion. He and Eijirou arrived together and appeared relatively earlier. Well, earlier than at least half the class anyway. Eventually, more of their former classmates trickled into the food establishment and greeted one another with boisterous cheers all around. Which, unfortunately for him, included the people Katsuki dreaded to see the most—you and Shouto.
Your hand was already laced with half-and-half’s when you two entered, resulting in some of their classmates teasing you about your public display of affection. Both didn’t mind though. Over the years, you’ve grown quite comfortable with hand-holding and even hugging in the open.
You know who did mind? A certain explosion hero, of course.
Save that shit for when I don’t have to fucking see it. He almost hissed out loud but bit his tongue at the last second.
To his luck, you had ended up sitting next to him, with Shouto at your left. Though you were sandwiched between two guys from your former class who were infatuated with you, Katsuki felt like he was more suffocated than you were.
The reunion that night went by relatively smoothly. You would chime in some small talk with Katsuki during certain intervals of time while everyone was holding their own conversations in the background. He did his best to keep his cool and not let himself act like a high schooler in love. To some degree, he thought his facade had worked as he played off his usual “Bakugou responses,” albeit with a lot less yelling and venom in comparison to how he spoke to everyone back in high school. Dare he say, he might have even softened up a bit. What he didn’t notice was Shouto glancing at him from the corner of his eye while in the middle of a conversation with Midoriya.
The night continued with rounds of alcohol poured across the table of twenty-one heroes. They made their cheers before helping themselves to their spirits. Conveniently, Shouto and Katsuki were very adept at holding their drinks. You? You weren’t as great. By the end of the night, you passed out from how drunk you were and had ended up laying your head on the table, head floaty and light.
By then, everyone else had left aside from maybe five or so people. Momo graciously helped the couple secure a cab home safely for the night, and Shouto had gotten up to help confirm some information. Katsuki was left to his own devices with you next to him.
His eyes couldn’t help but wander toward your form. You were so vulnerable in front of him, with your soft lips, splayed hair, and long eyelashes turned in his direction for him to see. Though a bit of that smell of alcohol lingered, he could still make out the flowery aroma you always gave off. You smelled of lavenders, daisies, roses—every fucking flower under the sun—with a hint of honey. Your scent intoxicated him. He started to wonder if this is how you smelled like at home, or if your scent became even more potent whenever you appeared fresh out of the shower and—
Katsuki hadn’t realized his hand had subconsciously gone up to brush a stray hair from your face until he managed to pull himself away from his thoughts. Thankfully, he retracted his hand back before committing himself to the act. But the gesture did not go unnoticed by the heterochromatic-eyed man who had appeared again to gather you in his arms.
Shouto had taken his coat and wrapped it around you before hooking his arms beneath you to cradle your body.
“Mm, Shouto…” you hummed against him, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as you nuzzled further into him while on the verge of sleep. Katsuki’s heart throbbed hearing those half-dazed murmurs that left your lips, which hovered so close to that bastard’s neck. He wanted the privilege of holding you close and taking care of you at your most vulnerable.
“Come on, love, we’re going home,” he said fondly at your resting state. Katsuki didn’t catch the cold glare Shouto sent his way as he looked elsewhere to avoid the couple’s intimacy right in front of him. All he could hear after that was the engine of their cab rumbling in the distance, trailing back to their humble abode.
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“...I know.” Shouto finally breaks the silence within the hospital room, eyes still trained on his beloved as he rubs his thumb across your knuckles to the base of your hand.
Katsuki looks up at his words incredulously. “The fuck is that suppose to mean.” He narrows his brows into a pressed glare.
“I know that you’re in love with her.”
Katsuki deadpanned, his eyes wavering at the man’s declaration. Should he deny it? Make it seem as if the icy-hot head was delusional? No. He knows that the signs must have been obvious coming from the one man in his way of vying for your attention, the man that would go to so many lengths for you that he’d travel to the moon and back in a heartbeat if it were in your name. Katsuki can’t pry himself out of this one.
He takes a glance at you. Was this really the place to be confronting him about this? In the presence of your unconscious state resting in this hospital bed between them?
“And what about it?” Katsuki counters his claims.
“I don’t plan on letting her go no matter what.” As if to make a point on his words, Shouto’s hold on your limp hand is firm, unmoving. He slowly shifts his gaze to the ash blond, crossing his look of anger. “So stop playing this game.”
When the words travel across the hollow hospital room and to Katsuki’s ears, his fists tighten in response. “Game? Game?!” He raises his voice, body shaking. “You think my feelings are some sort of joke to you?! That I’m only looking at her like this for fun?!” His eyes find Shouto’s blue and gray, red with ire. The young man in front of him is unfazed in the wake of his indignation.
“Let me tell you something fucking straight…” Katsuki starts, stepping forward, finger pointing fiercely in Shouto’s direction. “I won’t deny anything I feel for her at this point. I’m in love with her, alright?” he admits without hesitance and notices the subtle quirk of Icy-Hot’s brow. “And I’ll tell you that if she were mine, she wouldn’t have gotten in this position in the first place.”
Those words are what finally make Shouto’s unnatural composure crumble. He releases your hand to stand from his place and face the blond at eye level. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Crossing his arms, Katsuki scoffs at the question.
“You’d think I’d even let that villain get near her if this was gonna happen?” He gestures in the direction of your patched-up form, asleep and littered with bruises. “If she were looking at me, I would’ve already been on the scene to back her up. And just what were you doing, huh? Helping old ladies cross the street?” Katsuki is unfiltered as he hurls his insults, but three years of dealing with him as a classmate has made Shouto immune to his temperament.
“Let me get this through your head then. She was never looking at you. She was looking at me.”
Ouch. The blond would be lying if those words didn’t stir a pot of hurt inside him.
“And as both her partner and a fellow Pro Hero, I more than trusted her enough to finish the job on her own. Even if this isn’t a game to you, you’re already losing a battle you can’t hope to win.”
“Not sure why you’re the one calling the shots for her,” Katsuki quips. How ironic the girl they’re both fighting over lays comatose in this very bed between them.
The atmosphere is layered in dreadful silence afterward. The monitor next to you beeps in eery succession. It is the only thing heard in the hospital room that is wrapped in tension so taut it is bound to snap at any moment.
The knot of strife is undone by the door sliding open to reveal a nurse entering the uneasy state of the room.
“Mister Bakugou and Mister Todoroki, I’m sorry, but visiting hours at the hospital are closed for the evening,” she informs them as the two had yet to realize the sky veiled darkening orange with the setting of the sun. Eyeing the clipboard hugged to her chest, they knew it was about time for the hospital to assess your condition again.
The two make their leave, taking the time to thank the nurse before doing so, but the suffocating tension follows them even outside the hospital. They don’t speak a word afterwards, only sharing bristled looks and heavy steps until they’re forced to head off in their respective paths, not sparing any more kindness.
To Shouto, Katsuki would never understand the lengths he’d go for you because Katsuki could also never experience what the two of you went through together in the same way. All those years together, forging unforgettable memories of love and tenderness, could never be replicated.
But the blond isn’t bothered by those facts. It doesn’t unnerve him that he was unable to encounter all those firsts with you because in his mind, he’ll just create new memories—ones that you’ve never experienced and ones that will make him the last and only person you’ll ever want by your side. He’ll blow fucking Icy-Hot out of the atmosphere.
ending note: heyyy congrats if you’ve made it to the end. i think at the time i was writing this, i had an idea on how to progress the fic, but i decided to leave it on this. not particularly sure if i’m going to continue this, i may just leave it up to your interpretation. does katsuki steal the readers heart? does shouto protect his love from being severed in front of him? will the reader even wake up? find out on the next episode of dragon ball z
#bnha x reader#todoroki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo fic#bakugou fic#todoroki fic#bnha imagine#bnha fic#bakugou imagine#todoroki imagine#todoroki shouto x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader
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Can You Keep a Secret?
Can You Keep a Secret?
Collaboration with @httptamaki
Bakugou x Female!Reader
Synopsis: Bakugou and you have been dating each other for months now, unknown to your friends and classmates. Both of you were new to this whole relationship thing and decided to keep things lowkey at the start. However, as time goes on, the teasing intensifies and with Bakugou's competitive nature, it soon turned into a game. Who can keep a secret, and who is going to expose it all?
a/n – I wrote this in one seating at 3 in the morning so if some parts don't make much sense, I am terribly sorry.
Warnings: 18+ (minors DO NOT interact, NSFW), slight footjob, dirty talk, minor degradation, slight choking, sloppy blowjob, swallowing/cum eating, risky public sex, creampie, unprotected sex
*while the story takes place in school still, i wrote it with 18+ year old/final year Bakugou in mind!!!
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With shaking hands, you shove the spoon of rice into your mouth and chewed, praying that the people surrounding you, your close friends and classmates, did not catch the look of ecstasy that momentarily passed your face. The handsome ash-blonde opposite you flash you a cocky grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, as he pressed his sock-clad foot deeper between your thighs. His big toe rubbed harsh circles on your sensitive clit, your arousal staining your panties and his socks. Bakugou jerked his leg under the table, pretending to be shifting in his seat, his big toe pushing into your entrance suddenly. You let out a surprised squeak as your toe curl. Suddenly aware of the curious eyes on you, you let out a series of coughs and pat aggressively at your chest, pretending to have accidentally choked on your food.
"I think… the rice… went down the…wrong hole…" you said between coughs as you reach for your iced drink, hoping your friends bought the act and that the coldness of the drink was cool down the heat in your face.
"jeez y/n slow down! There's still 15 minutes of lunch left to go," Mina laughs at you as she reaches over to pat your back.
"thank god." You muttered under your breath as you took another gulp of your drink. You sent a glare towards your annoying boyfriend opposite you, whose foot is still on your clothed pussy, by the way, shamelessly rubbing against you. He returns your glare with a smug look, leaning back into the seat and resting his right arm on the chair, which just annoys you even further. You couldn't remember that last time you had a peaceful lunch with Bakugou around these past few weeks. He was always teasing you under the table, whether with his hands or his leg. You had been able to hold in it with relatively minimal problem the previous times but for some reason, he was especially aggressive and pushy today. Literally.
You and Bakugou have been dating for a couple of months now, which honestly comes as a surprise to you. If someone had told you that you and Bakugou would become a couple when you first started thirsting and crushing on him, you have laughed in their face. I mean, just look at him. He was so utterly committed to becoming the number 1 pro hero that you didn't think he would indulge himself in something so trivial like a relationship. And he didn't help that he was calling you a dumbass or an extra or some other mean names every five seconds. So you settled for a one-sided crush. It was going well, quietly crushing on him from the sidelines, until one heated argument. You knew Bakugou was a massive tsundere, always saying brash and demeaning things even if he doesn't mean it, but that day you were just out of it. You were falling behind the class, training went terrible for you and you were exhausted and so beaten. Bakugou saw you training alone in the woods and decides to approach you with his loud mouth. You snapped and Bakugou, not backing down from the argument, argued back. Amid the argument, an argument which you honestly can't even remember that well down because of what happened next, you blurted out your feelings for him. It took him aback and you were expecting him to ridicule you or reject you harshly, something you cannot handle then and so you walked away. What you didn't expect was for Bakugou to grab you and smashed his lips onto yours.
That marked the very dramatic and surprising start of your relationship. Both you and Bakugou were very new to this whole dating thing and with Bakugou's pride, you guys decided to keep things lowkey and not let other people know about the relationship. Bakugou would "rather die than have raccoon eyes and dunce face be all up in his face", you quote.
From secret hand-holding between classes and the late-night cuddling sessions at either one of your rooms, the whole lowkey relationship was going amazing. Both of you enjoyed the adrenaline that came with keeping your relationship a secret and sneaking moments of affection and intimacy in front of your friends. Your relationship progressed fast and soon, both of you had passed all imaginary bases. You were so happy in the relationship, even with all the hiding and secrecy. But then…Bakugou decides to take it a step further. Hand holding between classes became ass grabbing. He would slip his hand under your skirt whenever the opportunity arises and grab smack your plump ass or grab that. He would corner you in the locker room and make out with you, grinding his bulge against you or tease your pussy during lunch. He was obviously winding you up, challenging you, trying to see if you will be the one to expose the relationship. Being less competitive, you did not immediately take on his challenge and even after you did, you seldom retaliate.
But, today is a different story.
You've had enough of his teasing and you pushed his leg away with your hands. He raised an eyebrow at you as he set his foot back onto his shoe. He brings his drink up to his lips as he takes a sip, his eyes watching you from behind the cup like a hawk, his mind plotting your punishment. You pulled your chair towards the table and slipped the shoe off your right foot. Leaning forward like he did, you reach your right leg forward towards Bakugou and pressed the length of your foot against his crotch. His eyes widen, obviously not expecting you to return the teasing, and he almost spits his drink out. Oh, how you would love to see him actually spit out his drink all flustered, losing his composure in front of the squad but he held himself back with his insane reflexes. He was already semi-hard from teasing you. You curled your toes around the shape of his dick and dragged your foot down his length slowly, feeling his dick harden against your toes and the way he lids closed slightly. You pressed your foot harder into him as you reach the base of his length, where his balls are probably full of lust and cum. You rubbed circles with your big toes against his balls, where you knew he was extremely sensitive especially when he is hard and turned on, and you watch as he breathed in sharply through his nose, letting out a soft hiss that was easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. You dragged your feet up his length again, this time much faster, and then back down. You've never given him a footjob before but damn, this is hot, and you pressed your thighs together, trying to create some friction.
You almost, ALMOST, forgot about your surroundings until you heard the bell ring and your friends around you move. You drop your feet almost immediately and sat up, alarmed. You glance in the direction of your friends. Kirishima and Denki were still engaged in conversation as they got up from their seats with their trays in hand and Sero was laughing at something Mina said. You let out a breath of relief.
"Are you okay, y/n?" Mina questions when she saw that you were still frozen in your seat. "Lunch break is over and we better leave. Don't wanna be late for sparring class next," she shudders as she remembers the glare Aizawa sensei gave her the last time she was late.
"oh..right…sorry I was uhm…" you stuttered as you pushed your chair out and grab your tray. Bakugou had already walked away, a little funny you noticed, probably due to the huge boner he has in his pants. You would have laughed but the adrenaline you felt was numbing you.
"Are you fantasizing about some anime boy again, y/n?" Mina laughs as she jokingly slaps your back. "How are you gonna find a real-life boyfriend like that?"
You laughed. The truth cannot be further away. If only she knew what was going on under the table between you and Bakugou, your boyfriend.
As you walk to the locker rooms with the Bakusquad, engaging in light conversations with Mina, you refuse you even glance in the direction of Bakugou. You could feel his intense glare at the side of your head and the tension emitting from him. He excused himself to the bathroom halfway through and you felt your shoulders dropped unconsciously. The sexual tension between you two was insane and it's a wonder how the squad haven't sensed anything yet. Not having your boyfriend staring intensely at you was a relief but at the same time, just the thought of him jerking himself off in the bathroom makes your core clench.
~~~~
You praised the lord as you packed up your hero costume in the locker room, changing into a normal t-shirt and comfortable shorts. Sparring class went on smoothly and you were not paired with Bakugou a single time. You don't know how you would have handled sparring with him after that whole lunch situation. You grabbed your towel and walked out of the quiet locker room. The girls had already left, and so had the boys. You decided to stay behind to do some additional solo quirk training in the gym and you were extremely thankful that Bakugou had been dragged away by Kirishima for some sparring.
Bakugou reappeared in class in his hero costume, a tad later than the rest of class, but still on time nonetheless. The moment he walked in, his eyes latched onto you. You were in a conversation with Kirishima and Denki, and Bakugou did not seem happy about that as his eyebrows lowered and tensed up, his lips curled inward into a scowl. Bakugou was fine with you hanging out with them, they were as much your friends as they are his (even if he always tries to deny it), but he did have a possessive streak in him. Especially when he has been all riled up like that. You thought he was going to burn holes into your head with his intense stare but thankfully, Midoriya approached him and he proceeded to yell his head off at him.
Gosh, you are going to be in so much trouble tonight. This is why you rarely retaliate. Bakugou is an immense sore loser and extremely competitive, and he would always return the favour in double fold.
The gym lights were already dimmed by the time you walked out of the locker room. You ponder about ways to appease Bakugou later tonight, hoping he will not torture and tease you too much. Your thoughts were cut short when a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pinning you to the cold and hard gym wall. Your items clatter to the ground, the noise echoing in the vast empty gym. A large muscular thigh parted your legs and pressed up against your core as another hand grabbed hold of your throat and squeezed.
"Aren't you getting bold, babygirl?" he growls, his warm breath hitting your cheeks.
"Katsuki…" you gasped as he gave your throat another squeeze.
"That was hella difficult to take care of ya know," he spat angrily as he grinds the top of his knees harshly you. You can feel the wetness growing between your thighs and your legs were turning into jelly. He pulls your head towards him and captured your bottom lip in a harsh bite. You moaned at his assault.
"You…you started it…uhhh," you moaned as he pushed his thigh up higher into you, his forehead pressed against yours, "…started it first…uhhh…'tsuki."
The corner of his lips quirks up into a threatening smirk. His hand frees your wrist and moves to grab your leg, lifting it from the ground and hooking it around it waist. His hand trails from your calf to your thigh slowly, raking his short fingernails along your skin. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, pressing you harder into the wall. You gasped for air, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your hands fisting tightly in his black tank top.
"You were the one that didn't stop me babygirl," his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. He relaxes his hand from your throat and grabs your chin instead, pulling your head towards him as he envelops your lips in a deep kiss. His lips move passionately against yours, full of lust, as his knee continues its assault. Your leg was losing strength as you start to slide down the smooth wall. Removing his hands from your chin, he moves to lift your other leg from the ground to his waist. You hook your legs around him, pulling him closer to you with your lips moving frantically against his. He lifts your body from under your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.
"Katsuki…" you whisper between kisses.
"You feel so good baby," Bakugou murmurs, gripping the flesh of your thighs tighter.
Another moan erupts from your lips and Bakugou wastes no time in slipping his tongue into you. Your tongues swirl together, Bakugou's tongue dominating yours. He rakes his fingers down the curve of your thighs to your ass, slipping under your shorts and palming your cheeks.
"Fuck babygirl," he groans between kisses, "your ass feels so good."
"Katsuki please" you begged, pressing yourself against his huge bulge and grinding desperately. Your pussy is overflowing with arousal, soaking through your panties and shorts, and you ache for any form of friction against that sensitive bud.
"Nuh uh baby," Bakugou teases as he takes a small step back, leaving a gap between the two of you, "you don't get to cum so easily after what you did to me just now."
You whine, trying to push his lower body forwards with your legs.
Bakugou leans his torso forwards and whispered next to your ear, "You'll have to earn it baby."
He forcefully tugs your body towards his, lifting you away from the wall, and starts walking to the male locker room. His lips latch onto the sweet spot just between your earlobe, leaving a red blotchy hickey. He licks along your jawline as you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your hands snake up to the back of his head, grasping his ash blonde hair between your fingers, maneuvering his head towards your throat. He obliged, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your neck as he sets you down on the metal bench, the coldness stinging your thighs.
Bakugou unwraps himself from you and stood up straight, towering over you. You looked up at him all dazed, mouth slightly open, your lips glistening with saliva. You leaned back on the bench, your elbows supporting your weight as you instinctively spread your legs apart.
But, to your dismay, Bakugou did not move to touch you or appreciate your arousal like he normally would. All he did was palm his bulge, looking down at you with a cocky mischievous smirk plastered on his face.
"Strip for me y/n," he commands, his voice low and husky with lust.
You gulped. Shaking, your hands reach for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head slowly. You then reach for your shorts, bending down to pull them off.
"And look at me while you do it."
You tilt your head up, your eyes meeting his vermillion ones. Heat creeps up your cheek as you drop your short on the floor. Sure, you've been intimate with Bakugou many times and he has seen you naked before. But you've never stripped for him this way, no. Much less in a public place like this.
You unhook your bra and slides it off your shoulders. Your nipples harden as the cold air touches your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou glanced down at your pebbled nipples and shameless licked his lips. Your hand subconsciously moves to grab your breast, appreciating the warmth of your hand but it only lasted a second as Bakugou rips your hand away.
"You're not done babygirl," he sneers, "and I don't remember saying you can touch yourself."
You bite your lips to keep the whimper from escaping, knowing that will only egg him on even more. You lift your hips and slides your soaked panties down your legs and steps out of it. You sat back down on the bench as you watch Bakugou take in every inch of your exposed skin, appreciating every curve and roll on your body.
"Open up y/n. Let me see that sweet pussy."
You parted your thighs, the inner flesh glistening with your juices and your pussy clenched at the coldness.
"So wet babygirl," Bakugou hums as he licks his lips once more, "can't wait to get fucked huh?"
You nod and parted your legs even further, hoping Bakugou will take it as an invitation to, finally, touch and please you. But he didn't, again.
"Get on your knees babygirl," he commands as he tugs his sweatpants and let them fall to the ground. His cock was pressing against the tight fabric of his boxers and you could spot the delicious thick vein that ran along his shaft.
You kneeled obediently in front of him, mouth watering with anticipation at the sight of his hard cock, as you look at him through your eyelashes. He steps towards you, his cock pressed against your face. You felt wetness on your nose bridge as you inhaled the slightly musky scent of his precum.
You palmed his cock, rubbing him through his boxers. You stretch out your tongue and pressed it to the wet spot on his boxers, tasting his precum, before bringing the fabric into your mouth and sucked it.
You played with the hem of your boxers, a cheeky grin on your face, and pulled, releasing Bakugou from his boxers. His cock sprang free and hits you on your face. Gosh, he was so big. His cock was almost the length of your face, with a good girth. This man really was blessed with everything. You wrap your hands around the base of his shaft and pumped gently. You swirl your tongue around his flushed tip, lapping at the precum that continues to ooze out of him.
"Don't tease me," he groans and fists his large hands into your hair. He pushes your head forward harshly, forcing his aching cock between your lips and into your warm wet mouth. Taken aback, you lost your balance and fell forward slightly. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat as you gag around him. Your hands found stability on his muscled thighs as you dug your fingernails into them. He jerks his hips forward rapidly, fucking your face as saliva dribbles down your chin and your eyes watering.
"Fuck your mouth feels so good y/n. Fuckkk…look at you taking my cock so good. You're such a slut for my cock aren't you?"
You could only hum in response with your mouth stuffed full of his throbbing cock, pounding into you at a crazy pace. His balls slap your chin with each thrust, sending saliva dripping down your neck and chest, creating a wet and sticky mess.
"Fuckkkkkk y/n I'm gonna cum soon," Bakugou moans as he proceeds to push your head further down his cock, thrusting faster into your mouth. You reach out to squeeze his balls and fondle with them, sending a deep and loud groan echoing in the room.
"FUCKKKK," he heaves as hot thick spurts of cum coats your throat and mouth. He holds your head there for a moment as he empties his load into you, before slowly pulling out his cock, making sure his tip hits your nose.
"Don't swallow yet," Bakugou warns as he leans down and grabs your chin roughly, forcing your mouth open. He admires the mess he made, the white cum pooling at the back of your mouth, your eyes red and watery and decollete area wet with saliva. With a satisfied smirk, loosen his grip on your chin, and asked you to swallow.
You gulp his cum down, making sure to look him dead in the eye as you do so, knowing it turns him on. Despite the cold air, your body was covered in sweat and your pussy was hot and throbbing excruciatingly.
"Please Katsuki please."
"What do you want, babygirl?" He pools the saliva on your decollete into his palm and wraps it around his semi-hard cock, pumping it right in front of you, knowing EXACTLY what you want.
"Fuck me Katsuki please," you beg as you press your thighs tightly together, trying to ease the throb, "I want you in my pussy Katsuki please."
"Get your ass on the bench then."
You waste no time in climbing onto the bench, leaning backwards with your elbows supporting your weight and spreading your legs apart as part as you could. The cold air against the heat of your pussy sends a chill down your spine as you let out a soft moan.
Bakugou lifts your legs off the ground from your calf and rests them on his broad shoulders. He bent his knees, positioning his now hard cock at your throbbing entrance. He teases your clit with his tip before slapping his shaft on your pussy.
"Ready for me cock baby?"
"Uh huh," you nod eagerly.
In one smooth thrust, he enters you and fills you up completely. The sudden fullness wrecks a gasp out between your lips as your head tilts back in ecstasy. You have been waiting for this moment ever since he was teased you during lunch break.
"Fuckkkkkk," Bakugou draws out as he enters you, feeling your muscles clench around him.
He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before pounding into that pussy of yours. Your elbows gave out as your back hits the cold metal bench. The metal bench creaks under all that movement as Bakugou fucks you mercilessly, letting out all the frustration he felt from earlier.
"You feel so fucking good around my cock baby," he praises as he stops and adjusts himself, causing you to whine at the sudden halt. But before you could even fully, he is thrusting in again. This time, his tip hits against your sensitive g-spot with each movement.
"Holy shit Katsuki! Fuck! Ahhh right there baby right there fuck it feels so good."
Placing his hands firm on either side of you, he pushes you into a mating press, pounding into you and pleasuring your g-spot with each thrust. You wrap your hands around his neck and brings him in for a heated kiss, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.
"Fuck Katsuki I'm gonna…"
"Hey is this y/n's bag?" a familiar voice question from outside the locker room.
Both you and Bakugou went immediately still as panic looms over you.
"I think so but what is it doing here?" Kirishima replies as their footstep echoes in the locker room.
"Don't know maybe she just forgot," Denki says, "like how I always forget my shit too."
The footsteps got closer and with his fast reflexes, Bakugou grabs you and shoves you into one of the lockers. Thankfully, he did not make that much of a sound but it was no ninja stealth either and you pray under your breath that Kirishima and Denki won't linger and potentially catch you guys in this compromising position.
"Wait," Kaminari stops in his tracks, obviously spooked by the subtle noise you guys made, "did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"I swear I heard one of the locker doors close."
"Ohhh there's no one in here," Kirishima reassure with a yawn, "now hurry and found your bottle. I am so exhausted."
Their voices seem to linger at the entrance of the locker room and you let out a tiny sigh of relief. But this relief was short-lived when Bakugou slides his cock into you.
You let out a gasp and your hands flew to your mouth immediately. You turned your head and glared at Bakugou, sending him a warning through your eyes. Bakugou, being the jerk he is, of course, just gives you a cocky smirk, barely visible in the dim lighting and presses his chest along the length of your back. Grabbing your hips, he starts to thrust into you from behind, careful not to hit any of the metal walls.
The chatter between Kirishima and Kaminari continues but you can barely process what they were saying. Your mind was blank with pleasure as Bakugou reaches down with one of his hands and rubs your clit. A moan escapes from your lips and you bit down on your lips, Bakugou squeezing the plump flesh on your hips as a warning.
"Woah Kirishima please tell me you heard that?"
You didn't hear Kirishima's response as you felt a warm breath tickle your ear.
"Better keep that cute little voice of yours down or Shitty hair and Dunce Face are gonna find out what a slut you are," he whispers harshly into your ear.
You clamp down on your fingers, trying to mute your whines and moans as much as possible, as Bakugou increases his pace. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, muting his groans as your walls clench tightly around his cock. He pinches your clit and you let a squeak at the pain and pleasure.
For someone who just told you to be quiet, he is trying awfully hard to make you lose control. You covered your mouth with your hands, mortified that you let that sound out as Bakugou growls teasingly at you.
"Uhhhh…I think we better leave now Kirishima…" Kaminari stutters, "I found… uhhh… I found my bottle."
"Yeah…let's uhm let's go."
To your utter relief, the boys left the locker room in a hurry and you finally let out the sounds of pleasure you have been painstakingly trying to hold back. The moment their footsteps could not be heard, Bakugou slams the locker door open and walks you out, his cock still buried deep in your cunt. Your legs could barely move and support and weight, and you fell forward onto the bench, hands gripping the metal hard.
"F-Fuck Katsuki!"
"Such a little slut huh? Can't even keep your little mouth shut in there. You wanted those extras to know how hard I'm fucking you, didn't you? You little slut fuckkkkk you are tight baby you feel so good…"
Placing his hand flat on the square of your back, he pushes you down as you both land on your knees, your torso flat against the metal bench. Your hard nipples rub against the cold metal, sending another wave of pleasure through your body as the coil in your pelvis tightens. Coupled with Bakugou's fingers rubbing your swollen clit and his thick cock practically bruising your g-spot, your climax was hitting you hard and fast.
"Fuckkkk 'tsuki I'm gonna ahh fuck…Katuski I'm gonna cummm."
"Fuck I feel it babygirl. You are clenching me so fucking hard shit," he cusses as he grips the soft flesh of your ass cheek with one hand, "gonna cum baby?"
"uh huhhh," you nod weakly, your mind blank with pleasure.
He leans forward, pressing his front along the curve of your back and pounds into you from behind.
"Fuck I'm close to baby."
"C-cum inside me Katsuki please."
"Fuck you want my cum inside you y/n? yeah? Fuckkk I'm cumming baby!"
With a few final thrust, the tension inside you releases. Your legs were shaking from stimulation, toes curling and back arching from your climax. Your pussy clenches tight around Bakugou's cock as he cums inside you, his thick cum filling up your cunt.
Slowly catching his breath, he slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel his cum drips down your clit, overflowing.
"Fuck y/n," he draws out, "your pussy looks so good all stuffed with my cum."
He spreads your lips apart, admiring his handiwork as his cum, mixed with yours, continues to spill out of you. He dips his finger into your pussy, pushing out more cum, coating his finger in the mess created. He swipes up the trail of cum dripping down your clit with his finger and approaches you.
"Don't let it go to waste now babygirl."
Still catching your breath against the metal bench, he pushes his wet sticky finger into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and suck eagerly, tasting the muskiness. When you are done, you release his finger with a pop and looked up at his satisfied face. He pulls you up towards him as he sits down, cradling your tired sweaty body in his.
"That felt so good babe," he compliments as he presses a tender kiss to your lips and brushing your hair out of your face, "come on let's get you cleaned up."
He carries you into the shower, washing away all the sweat and stickiness from your body and caresses you gently, making up for all that teasing and hard fucking and mean words. Gosh, he is secretly such a softie and you love him for it.
~~~~
After collecting all your stray clothing and getting dress, Bakugou and you walked back to your rooms together. His softness is gone as he makes fun of the way you are walking, obviously sore from all that fucking you did earlier. You glare at him and pouts, muttering under your breath that it was totally his fault which earned you a little chuckle.
As you entered the TV area, you found Kirishima and Kaminari sitting there, deep in conversation. Heat rushes to your cheeks, as you thought about how close the two of you were to being caught by them. You quickened your steps and walked towards your room, not even bothering to acknowledge them or say goodbye to Bakugou, but you were stopped in your tracks by the redhead's question.
"So…Bakugou and Y/n…" he runs his hands through his flattened hair, a sheepish look on his face as Kaminari elbows him to continue, "how long have the two of you been…you know…together?"
"W-what are you talking about Kirishima? Me and Bakugou are not-"
"We saw your belongings outside the boys' locker room and uhm we saw your clothes uhm on the floor and uhm you guys weren't exactly being quiet in there…"
"yeah especially after you thought we couldn't hear you no more," Kaminari adds under his breath, causing your face to heat up even more. You were sure you looked like a cartoon tomato right now.
"so…if you guys aren't dating then…?"
With a huff, Bakugou walks towards you and grabs your fidgeting hands, "Fine. Me and y/n are dating and we were totally fucking in the locker room and if you two shitty extras even think about muttering a word about this to others, I will blast you to the fucking space ya hear me?!"
He didn't even bother waiting for their replies before dragging you to his room and slamming the door shut.
Your secret is out. Not to the whole class but out nonetheless. You stood there, a little shocked from that confession with too much information, as you watch Bakugou nonchalantly strip out of his clothes and into his sleepwear.
"Katsuki!" you shriek as you slap him on his arm.
"What?!"
"I thought it was supposed to be a secret?! AND YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO STRAIGHT UP TELL THEM WE WERE FUCKING IN THE LOCKER ROOM oh my gosh I'm gonna die of embarrassment! How am I supposed to face them tomorrow?!"
"Stop being so dramatic," he pinches your cheeks and walks to his bed, "There's no point trying to deny or hide it from them anyways. Besides, it's not like the whole class knows."
He lies down and makes himself comfortable before looking at you, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face, "so our game can still continue baby, don't worry."
He pats the empty spot beside him, asking you to join. You rolled your eyes. "That's not what I'm worried about," you said as you tuck yourself into him. "In fact, I would like the game to very much end here."
"Nahh not happening babygirl."
Silence fills the room as both of you starts drifting off to sleep, minds tired and muscles exhausted. You felt your eyes get heavy until a question pops into your mind,
"Katsuki?"
"Hmmm?"
"Does that make you the loser since you exposed our secret?"
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