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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 3 years

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It’s Your Fucking Birthday!

One-Shot.

Daddy misses you. He wants that pretty pussy after you teased him on Zoom and FaceTime 😛💦 you coming to give him some of that pussy? 😏

You blew into the gold party horn in the webcam of your zoom call with your boyfriend, Erik, who is away for business in NYC. Erik covered his ears with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was 12 AM where he was and 9 PM where you were. To get as close to your boyfriend as possible, you changed the background of your zoom call into a picture collage that you created. It’s all of your favorite pictures of Erik with a cute chocolate chip cookie frame. On your head is a gold party hat and you are wearing one of his favorite black hoodies.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I love youuuuuuuu.”

You make a heart shape with your hand before blowing him a few kisses.

“Thank you, beautiful, I love you too. This really means a lot right now. You called me at a good time too because I just got finished looking over this info for work. You are so fucking adorable look at that smile. And the background?! Damn, baby!!”

“Yessss I had to do it up for my baby!!”

“This is the best happy birthday I received so far. It really sucks that I’m all the way here in NYC when I could be there with you.”

Erik’s kimono beads started vibrating and the patterns along the beads ignited an electric blue color.

“It’s my auntie calling, baby girl. Let me take this.”

“Take your time, I have to go do something real quick. I'll be back.”

“Don’t be gone too long now!” Erik yelled into the zoom call before a holographic image of his Aunt Ramonda popped up.

“Happy Birthday my handsome nephew!”

“Thanks, auntie. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Daka. How is it in New York.”

“Cold. T’Challa should be here later on today.”

“Are you going to rest and put off work for later? I hope so. This is your special day today.”

“Birthdays are just like any other day except I’m older.”

“Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ll let you go, love you.”

“Love you too, auntie.”

When you came back Erik could hear you moving in the background but he couldn’t see you. You turned your camera off.

“Babe? Why is your camera off?” He asked.

“One second!!”

“What are you up to now woman?!!”

Erik stands from the couch in his hotel suite. He picks up his Macbook and the care package you sent him, taking it all with him into his room. Sitting everything on the bed, Erik takes off his hoodie, bare chest exposed now. His body is really filling out with all the training he’s been doing. It felt good for him to get back in the gym.

“Baby...come on now, I’m tryna see that beautiful face.” Erik said while staring at a black screen.

“I told you I have another surprise for you.”

Erik smirks before taking a seat on his bed. He has to angle his laptop up so she can see him better. He ruffles his locs as he waits patiently for you to appear again.

“Baby—oh, damn.”

You went all out for Erik. You’re wearing a piece from the new Savage Fenty collection. It’s a yellow amber, long-sleeve lace slip featuring a sexy keyhole cut out in the front. It came with a matching thong. It’s very revealing so Erik can see your breasts. You pose for him and twirl around with your ass poked out. He had this mesmerized look in his eyes with a smirk that showed a single deep dimple.

“Mmm, spin around again...oh my God, baby.”

“You love it? I know how much you love yellow on my skin.”

“I love it and I want to undress you with my hands not my eyes,” He looked you up and down with those beautiful brown eyes of his, “bend that ass over really quick—fuck.”

You giggle at his words of appreciation for your body. He always hyped you up but each time felt like the first. You are his baby after all.

“Somebody getting thick on me hold the fuck up,” Erik laughs, “I don’t remember that ass sitting up and poking out like that! How did you get that ass like that, baby? Tell me.”

“You already know why, Erik, stop,” you blush.

“Nah, I want you to tell me why. It’s my birthday after all.”

“Quarantine fifteen!!” You said.

“Nope. It’s the different positions, especially the back shots. Hitting that ass hard from the back got your cheeks looking like a big ass chocolate cake.”

“You really think that sex made me get thick? I have been getting back in the gym too.”

“I mean...all of that plays a factor,” Erik licked his lips, “But all we’ve been doing for the past year is fucking. Nothing but sex. So I don’t know why I’m just noticing this now. That ass is fat mama.”

“Mmm...I wish you could feel how soft it is too.” You said with a sultry voice.

“Shit, me too. Bend over again….mmm...so sexy. Starting my day off with a bang.”

“Open your package baby!”

You take a seat and watch Erik open his package that you sent him. When he finally got the box open, he smiled at you with a shake of his head.

“The apple juice, baby? Really? my favorite.”

Erik shows you the two Martinelli’s Apple juices.

“What else...ha, no you didn’t, let’s hope Boomer doesn't get to these.”

It's a pair of men’s Ugg slippers. Boomer, Erik’s dog, chewed up his last pair.

“Chocolate chip cookies!!! From Gooey On The Inside!!!” He instantly opened the pack up, “Baby. I was craving these cookies too. You’re a mind reader.”

“I contacted her personally and I had them added to your package. You have one last thing in there, babe.”

Erik pulls out a bottle of Hennessy.

“I figured we can turn up together on zoom and you know...do other things.”

“Other things? What’s that, baby?”

You stand up and take off your panties.

“Since I can’t be there to give you birthday sex in person...I figured we could do it together on zoom.”

The WIFI started acting up and your video froze.

“Shit—babe?”

“Yeah—can you see me clear now.”

You came back into focus.

“Yeah, I can see you,” Erik smiles.

You started having a giggle fit and Erik looked at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Wait...did you start drinking without me? How turnt up are you right now?”

“I just had a few sips that’s all!”

“Nah, that’s a fucking yes. You’re turnt I don’t wanna hear that.”

“Stop,” you whimper.

“Fuck, I miss you so much.” Erik said.

“Me too.”

You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact.

“I would have you in my lap right now like I always do...my hand between your legs...fingers in your pussy.”

“Mm,” you bite your lip, “I wish you could do that right now.”

Erik pulled on the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He could feel himself growing thick and the sound of your voice coming out of the speakers had him imagining you there whispering and moaning in his ear.

“What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.” He said.

“Have you been stroking your dick since you’ve been away from me?”

“Honestly...yes. I mean...you’re not here to take care of me so I gotta do it myself...have you been fingering your pussy since daddy isn’t there to do it?”

“Uh-huh...I wanna fuck you so good right now.”

“Woah,” Erik chuckles, “I know you would, baby. I’d fuck you good too.”

“Baby...I wanna make you cum right now,” You moan.

“You gotta show me that pussy first.”

You slowly lay back against the bed, spreading your thighs. Erik stares between your legs at your pussy barely covered in that yellow amber thong, your pussy lips begging to be free. Daddy’s favorite honey pot. It’s been days since he had that pussy in his mouth and resting on his tongue.

“What I wouldn’t give to rip that thong with my teeth and put my face in your pussy.”

“It’s crazy wet for you.”

“Let me see,” He whispered.

You tease him and show him just a little.

“Nah, I wanna see that whole pussy. You’re not being very fair for my birthday, mama.”

Closing your thighs. You take your time and perform a little strip tease for him. You bring your legs up, your panties following the same trail before you kick them off. Your hand covers your pussy before you use your fingers to spread your lips for him to see.

“Oh, my God—

“I told you I was wet.”

“Stick a finger inside I wanna hear it.”

Erik turns up his volume. You stick your middle finger inside and start wiggling it back and forth. Erik grabs his erection through his sweatpants and squeezes it. He was pulsating.

“Fuck. It’s so creamy, baby. I wish I had that sweet pussy instead of these cookies.”

“Daddy...why aren’t you touching yourself?”

“Ha, I’m sorry, baby…I got you...”

Erik lifts his hips from the bed and pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. If he could be naked all day he would. He exhaled and threw his head back as soon as his hand wrapped around his thickness.

“I haven’t sucked that dick in so long...I forgot how it feels to stretch my mouth around that fat dick.”

“Would you be able to handle the way I fuck your mouth?” Erik asked.

“I’m so hungry for your dick I’ll let you use my throat however you like.”

Erok looked at his dick, “My shit is hard as fuck.”

“I wish I could sit on it, mmm, it’s just missing my pussy for me to sit on.”

“Why are you so far away?”

Erik couldn’t take it. Both of you breathed heavily in the camera, caressing your own bodies, watching each other.

“I want you to rub your clit.”

Your fingers started circling over your clit. With your other hand you pull your breasts out of your lace teddy for him to see.

“You gotta get closer to the camera so I can see your pussy better...that’s it...no spread your legs down more...goddamn, ma. If I could lick this screen and taste that pussy I would.”

His dick was massive in the camera. He had to push it back to get the entire shaft in view. His dick was standing straight up and you wished you were there to really give him the best birthday treat ever. Your mouth and pussy.

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything, daddy, I’ll ride that dick for your birthday.”

“Nah...you know I can’t let you have all the fun. They have the best view with big windows. I was beating my dick last night to the thought of you pressed against the window…me fucking you from behind...pulling your hair.”

“I want you to do that to me so bad,” You moaned, “Let me get my vibrator, I’ll be right back.”

Still stroking his dick, Erik watches as you walk out of frame. He smacked his dick against his open palm before dragging his thumb over his wet tip. You finally came back with a vibrator Erik hadn’t seen before. It’s a clitoral pump vibrator with a fake tongue attachment and a g spot vibrator on the other end. It’s purple and pink with a suction attachment. Erik and yourself have used clitoral suckers plenty of times so you detach it from the vibrator so you can see how the oral sex stimulating tongue works.

“When did you get that?” He asked

“It came a few days ago...I waited until now to open it so I can use it while you watch.”

“Hmm, all for me?”

“Always,” you get back into position and turn on the vibrator. The tongue starts wiggling up and down slowly but when you went through more levels it started flicking so fast it created a blur.

“Dayummm, I can’t wait to see you put that thing on your clit. I already know you’re about to cum fast.”

You dragged the vibrator up your leg and then you gently pressed the vibrating tongue against your pussy. Instantly your toes curl and you start to tremble.

“FUCK!” You shout, hips twisting from side to side.

“You’re making my dick drool baby omg...mmm...mmm...mmm...looks so tasty...pretty pussycat baby...keep that vibrator on your clit don’t you fucking stop...how do you want it baby? You want me to fuck you with that vibrator on your clit?”

“Yes, daddy!”

Your hips lift from the bed. It was too much. As soon as you fell back against the bed your pussy started leaking. Thank god you put a towel down because your squirt came out like a fountain.

“I told you that pussy was gonna cum fast,” Erik groped his balls, “I’ll lick all that mess up off your thighs and then eat that beautiful pussy.”

“I can’t take it anymore—

“Nah, I want you to fuck that pussy with the other end.”

“Daddy—

“Nope. Do what the fuck I tell you. I may not be there in person but that doesn’t mean you do what you want. Fuck your pussy now.”

“Unh,” you turn around with your ass in the camera and push the vibrator inside of you.

“Oooo—

“Fuck that toy. Say my name and fuck that toy.”

You go to town on your pussy, thrusting it inside of you.

“That shit feels good, don’t it?”

“Yesssssss, it’s so so so GOOD!”

“That fine ass getting pounded when I see you.”

“Please, daddy, I wish you were here to fuck me.”

“Ughhh,” Erik went back to pumping his dick, “I’m a stroke you real good and hit that spot over and over again.”

“Unh—

“Work that fucking pussy baby, damn you’re making a mess all over that toy...cream is just dripping all over it...fuckkkkkk…I want your pussy so bad.”

“Baby—“

“You warming that pussy up for me? Are you practicing for when I get home? You know what I would do? I would get in that ass while you fuck your pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna—

Your entire body trembled and that ass started bouncing and moving like a tidal wave.

“That big ass girl—SHIT!”

Erik’s cum landed on his laptop screen. His balls must have been fully loaded because the more he jerked himself, the more cum spurted out. He let go of his dick and small droplets of cum stained his sheets. He didn’t know if he had another nut in him.

“Babe, I’ll be right back. I gotta clean off this screen.”

Erik stood up with his dick swinging between his legs. He walked over to his hotel dresser and grabbed some tissue. When he came back you were on your back with your legs stretched open.

“That’s so purrrrrdy,” He said before laughing.

“Thank you. Wanna go for round two?”

“One second, babe. I am drained.”

“Oh? That 34 year old body can’t hang anymore, huh?”

“Jokes.”

“It’s okay...we have all day.”

“Yes, we do.”

Erik throws away the dirty tissue.

“I miss you.”

Erik gives you an air kiss, “I miss you too, baby.”

“Grab some water and we can—

The video ended.

“Seriously?” Erik tried calling back on zoom but it kept on ringing, “What the fuck not right now.”

Erik could hear his phone ringing. He funded it on the bed and it’s you face timing him. As soon as he answered it your pussy was in his face.

“Damn girl,” Erik flicked his tongue at his phone, “that peach fuzz is sexy too keep it just like that when I get there...all that beautiful pussy gotdayummmmm.”

“Let’s finish what we started?” Your face came into view and you winked at him.

“Shit, my dick is still hard, I'm ready.”

You slide three fingers inside your pussy with your phone angled as if Erik is laying down looking up at you.

“You did that on purpose...that’s how you want me? On my back and you sit on my face? Let that cum drip in my mouth?”

“Mhm, I wanna cum all in your mouth, daddy.”

Erik stood up from his bed while his phone rested on the bed. All you could see was his balls hanging in your face and his long, fat dick swinging.

“I’m not pulling out that pussy when I see you.”

You were driving him crazy and he was getting pissed off that you weren’t by his side right now taking his dick. Instead, he has to settle for a video call. It’s nothing like having pussy up close and in your face. Nothing like tasting, touching, and fucking the real thing. He wanted to pack his shit and catch a late flight out of NYC just so he can bury himself inside of you. He would drop his bags off at the door, grab your hips, bend you over, get down on his knees, and suck on your pussy from the back. Then, he would bend you over the couch and long stroke your pussy from behind with a handful of titties.

“Fuck,” Erik’s hand went faster on his dick, his balls feeling the impact of his hand as he stroked downward, “Ima bust all in your pussy when I see you...wash my face with that pretty pussy baby...that’s all I want for my birthday...fucking you...all night long...FUCKKKK.”

Erik jerked his dick right on his phone screen and all that cum landed on your pussy.

“Daddy!”

You rub your clit back and forth, that pussy contracting. You fell back against the bed and lifted your fingers from your pussy.

“Fuck, that was so good,” You suck your fingers.

Erik grabs his phone and walks to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch, Erik turned on the sink and grabbed a folded washcloth to clean off his phone screen.

“You had me cumming on my laptop, and you had me cumming on my phone.”

“But did you enjoy it?”

“Of course. I need a rewind option that shit was everything.”

Erik propped his phone up against the wall and started looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, his tapered locs falling against his forehead.

“You look so good. I can’t wait to see you.” You said with your eyes traveling over the length of his body.

“Soon, baby...real soon…”

____________

Taking his aunties advice, Erik pushed back a meeting for the opening of an Outreach Center in Manhattan for the next day. Erik woke up to multiple texts and missed calls from friends and family wishing him happy birthday. Even on social media he was tagged in plenty of pictures and videos. Of course, you made a long post about him with all the embarrassing photos of him caught off guard or sleeping. The last picture was his favorite. It’s a picture of you and him on vacation in Hawaii on a yacht. You both shared a kiss showing lots of tongue.

Danielle_93: Happy birthday Erik! 🎉

BrysonWilliams: Happy Birthday Bro! 💪🏾

Monibaby: Awww y’all are so cute!!! ❤️

There were many more comments and mentions. Erik shared a few posts to his IG story and left it at that for the time being. T’Challa sent him a text letting him know that he landed and he would see him later. Erik was on his way back from the hotel gym when he noticed food, and a few gift bags outside of his door. He figured it was from some friends that live in NYC. Erik opened his hotel room door and picked up all his gifts, carrying them inside. He placed them on the coffee table in the living room area and peeked inside the food bag. Birria tacos and a burrito. He was hungry too. Grabbing the bag, Erik walks through the dark hotel room towards the kitchen. A faint glow came from the kitchen and Erik paused his footsteps. Confused, Erik crept up and peeked his head inside.

There, on the kitchen counter is a triple chocolate layer cake with a 3 and a 4 candle on top. Maybe room service brought it in for him. Erik placed the bag of Mexican food on the counter and sauntered towards the cake. He could see cursive letters in yellow frosting on top. Erik read the words and a smile slowly crept up his face. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Happy Birthday Baby. Love, Y/N.

“It’s your favorite.”

Erik looked over his shoulder and there you were, wearing the Facet lingerie he gifted you. It’s see-through mesh in brown, with a plunging neckline and a high crotch. The gleam of the candles made your gorgeous brown skin stand out. Your hair is stilled in a natural fro and you’re wearing that brown matte lipstick Erik loves.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press the front of your body against his.

“This was your plan all along, huh?”

“It was hard to keep it from you. I flew in with T’Challa. He dropped me off here as soon as you left your room for the gym. I got a room key, let myself in, and waited for you to come back.”

“Mmm, baby,” Erik placed your hands in his and stepped back to get a good look at you, “You look so sexy.”

Erik held your hand up and spun you around so he could see every angle. As soon as your back faced him, Erik took his hand and popped you right on the cuff of your left ass cheek so he could watch it wobble.

“Soft and phat.” Erik whispered in your ear from behind.

“Do you like your cake? It’s your favorite.”

Erik brought his attention back to his cake, took his finger and scooped up some frosting. He sucked the frosting off of his finger and licked his lips.

“I love both of my cakes.”

You bend over the counter and start whining your hips. Erik focused on the way your beautiful ass swayed and how the yellow hue of the candle light made your moisturized cheeks shine.

“Stay just like that and bend over some more.”

“Yes Sir.” You press the front of your body against the counter top, “like this?”

“Just like that.”

Erik grabs his cake and sits it on the counter where you are.

“I’m gonna make a wish and blow out these candles.”

Erik closed his eyes. His lips are slightly parted and you can see his gold canines. Sweat still coated his skin from his workout. He’s wearing a pair of black and red ball shorts with a black beater. His locks are pushed back with a black Nike athletic sweatband. How could he make going to the gym look so stylish? Erik opened his eyes and gave you a small smile.

“What did you wish for?”

“It’s a secret,” He winked at you, “You’ve been walking around LA with that ass for these last few days haven’t you?”

Erik squinted his eyes at you playfully.

“I have, but you know it belongs to you,” You twerk your ass, “Now, you can have it all you want.”

“And I can eat it how I want too.”

Erik dragged his fingers in the chocolate frosting and smeared it on your ass. He sucked his fingers off in your face before disappearing behind you. He gets down on his knees with your ass in his face and wasting no time. He starts sucking and licking the frosting off of your right butt cheek while his sticky fingers spanked your left butt cheek.

“Unh, yes—yes, baby, that feels so good, I miss your mouth on me.”

“You know what I want next, bring your leg up.”

“Anything for you, daddy.”

As soon as your leg went up Erik’s fingers were hooked on the lace fabric of your lingerie and he pulled it to the side exposing your pussy. His tongue was already sweet but as soon as he poked it all the way out and licked from your pussy to your ass he got an even sweeter taste. Erik spanked you, twisting his head to suck your pussy. He was a wild man eating you. He gets so focused when he’s face deep in your pussy. Erik spread your pussy open, used the flat part of his tongue and pressed it firmly against your pussy and started moving it in a circle. Erik was disrespectfully eating your pussy and all you could do was moan and hold onto the counter. He ain’t had that pussy in his mouth for days. The way you were dripping on his tongue he couldn’t stop. This is the cake he’s trying to eat for his birthday. Smear his tongue and lips all over your pussy.

“Erik!!!”

You couldn’t control him. You couldn’t wait to see daddy again and he couldn’t wait to see you.

“Fuck, Erik!!!!”

He didn’t listen. You erupted in his mouth with loud moans.

“Daddy I can’t—I can’t—shit—I’m coming again!”

You dropped your leg and almost locked Erik’s head but he moved out of the way before you could. His beard and lips were soaked.

“Pussy is yummy. Come taste your pussy.”

“Mmm, I taste so sweet—daddy—“

You look down and see Erik’s shorts down and around his ankles. His dick was hanging out the bottom of his briefs. You grab him in your hand and use your thumb to rub his tip.

“You have a lot of dick.”

It’s long and ridiculously thick.

“That bulge...that dick...so hot.”

You swipe your tongue over his lips.

“My throat is ready for you, Sir.”

“Let’s take this shit to the bedroom, baby.”

Erik picks you up and your legs straddle him. He walks down the hallway with his lips on yours and his hands grasping each ass cheek. There, you can see the windows he was talking about. It’s almost nightfall. Erik puts you down and you drop to your knees before him, opened your mouth wide, and stuck your tongue out. Erik smacked the weight of his dick on your tongue. That nice, big, fat, long dick.

“I want some.”

“It’s right here for you...have as much you want—damn, aint waste no fucking time that’s what I’m talking about get that dick.”

You had Erik’s dick halfway down your throat with no hesitation. One hand gripping him and your mouth slurping and sucking him up and down. Erik used both of his hands to hold your head still so he can fuck your throat. You relaxed your jaws and looked up at him. Unblinking, he commanded you with his dark orbs.

“Oh, my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, baby….oooh, just like that baby, keep sucking this big ass dick...eat that dick, baby, suck this dick off...shit feels so fucking good.”

His words had you dripping.

“Suck that big dick baby—Unh, shit—spit on my dick—make a big ass mess,” Erik moaned, “You wanna make me cum? If you wanna make me cum you better suck this dick—daddy can’t hold it baby—I’m a shoot it down your throat, baby, you got my dick rock hard—suck it, baby—don’t fucking stop—oh, shit.”

With one heavy fist, Erik has a handful of your hair in a vice grip. His dick convulsed in your mouth and then after a few more sucks he was busting a nut down your throat. Your hands caressed his abs to calm his body down. You knew what effect your throat skills had on him.

“Come put that pussy in this dick, I’ve been thinking about you since last night, baby.”

You stood before Erik and he placed a hand around your throat and started kissing you.

“Take this off...I want you naked and riding my dick…”

As you completely take off your lingerie Erik is fully naked and now he’s laying back against his bed in the middle with his dick pointing towards the ceiling. You climb up to the bed and squat down on your feet, your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you descend your pussy on his dick.

“Damn, baby, that pussy...keep riding this dick…”

You start dropping your full weight down on Erik. It sounded like a splash park between your legs. Fuck going slow you ain’t have that dick in days. Erik’s hands were molded into your hips as you bounced up and down on him.

“This what you wanted? To sit on this dick?”

“Ah, shit, Unh! Fuck!”

“Answer me.”

“Yes!”

You reach behind to feel your cheeks. They were swaying and jiggling all over the place. Erik pushed your hand away and you gripped the sheets.

“You better keep fucking this dick or I’ll take over and fuck you.”

He only gave you one warning. Leaning over his body you start riding him again. His dick was hitting so deep in your pussy. You moved your hips in a circle on the tip of his dick and before you could even take all of him again Erik pushed you down himself.

“You’re tryna work me, Daddy?” You ask between deep breaths.

“I want that puss and you keep stopping.”

Erik lifted you off of him and stood up from the bed.

“Bend over in front of this window...yes...put your hands against the glass and spread your legs…”

Erik smacked his dick against your ass before resting it on your back. He reached beneath you to rub your clit.

“Think I’m playing?” Erik sucked his fingers, “Toot that ass up, Y/N...I said toot that ass up!!!” He barked out.

“Okay!!” You try your best, “Like that—FUCK!! Dadyyyyy. You’re in my pussy, daddy.”

“Fuck is wrong with you.”

He thrust in all at one and your cheek smashed against the glass.

“That’s it baby...tight ass puss...I’m about to bust your shit open you better hold on fucking with me.”

“You talk a lot of shit, birthday boy—OH MY GOD.”

“And so do you, Hmph,” Erik pulled your hair, “This dick got you shutting the fuck up though. You kept playing on my dick, baby,” he was fucking you rough, “When I want my pussy, you don’t play games with me. For real. Fuckkkkk.”

“My pussy—oooo—

“FUCK YES. Cum on this dick.”

“Unh—

“Nah, get up, that’s it, arch your back.”

“Don’t stop, baby.”

“Mhm.”

“Yes!”

As soon as he let that dick out you were squirting. Erik didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasmic high when he picked you up, put you on the bed, and spread your legs.

“Let me back in there...ahhh, yes.”

You felt hot tears roll down your face. He looked so calm and cool but his dick was hitting you hard and it was overwhelmingly good. He studied your expression and kissed you from time to time.

“You had that pussy in face on video last night...I wanted to fuck you so bad...you knew what time it was when you came here...I was getting up in that pussy, right?”

You tried to speak but your bottom lip was trembling so much and he was making your pussy cum again.

“You ain’t gotta say nothing just lay there and let me fuck you.”

He started sucking on your neck while his hips stroked all that fat dick in and out of you.

“I’m about to nut in my pussy...stay just like that...don’t you fucking move...this my pussy...I’m a be in my pussy all fucking night for my birthday...take this dick—“

Erik sat up on his hands and worked his hips faster. You couldn’t see his eyes with his locs in his face. He was too busy watching the way he fucked you. You couldn’t keep your eyes away either. So much cream. So wet and gushy.

“Daddy, Unh, oh my god, daddy, I love you!!”

Erik pushed your thighs back and held his dick deep inside you.

“Daddy, I love you!!!”

He chuckled and bit his lip.

“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for this tight pussy on my birthday.”

The way he said that it had you squeezing his dick with your walls.

“Let my dick go...you want some more?”

You nod your head with a pout of your lip.

“Nasty, freaky, bitch. I’ll give you some more dick.”

You couldn’t wait.

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13 Going on 30 pt.1

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfiction based off the movie 13 going on 30.

Summary: You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever

Warnings: Angst and some suggestive content. But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also peter has no powers in this and some scenes will be changed to better fit Peter and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2759

I am so excited to share this fic with y’all! 13 going on 30 is one of my favorite comfort movies and I thought that adding Peter Maximoff to it would make it even better.

It was 1987 and your birthday party was next week. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were turning 13, you were finally becoming a teenager. It was time to abandon all childish things and live a life of adventure and romance. One that all the movies told you was guaranteed once you became a teenager. You were writing in your notebook during lunch checking off the things you had already gotten for your birthday party. “Balloons, check. Party favors, check. The cutest outfit, check!”

“Your best friend in the whole world who is getting you the best present. Check!” Peter added as he sat down across from you, dropping his lunch tray down on the table. You just rolled our eyes at him.“So I was thinking for this year we should go to the arcade then get ice cream.” Peter muttered his mouth full of the school’s signature sloppy joe sandwich. “Cause if I eat too much ice cream before we play that dance game you love, I'm gonna get sick again.” Some of the sandwich meat dripped out of the corner of his mouth. You handed him a napkin to wipe it, not even disgusted at this point.

You and Peter had been best friends since birth. You had lived right next to each other as kids and you had done everything together. Learning how to walk, the loss of your first tooth, the first day of school. Always together no matter what. That’s what made you so nervous to tell him what was on your mind. “Actually, I was thinking of having a party this year.” You gave him a nervous smile.

“What?!” He choked out in the midst of a coughing fit having nearly choked on his milk. Kids turned around to look at him and you shushed him. ”Peter stop shouting.” You scolded through gritted teeth.

He spoke up again this time, his voice back to it’s normal level. “But it’s always just us.”

You winced, you had figured he was going to respond like this. “I know, I know. But hear me out.” Peter sat back in his chair, arms crossed. “Lucy said she’d come to the party this year, and she’d bring Dylan! You know how much I like him.” You gushed and Peter narrowed his eyes at you.

“How did you convince the most popular girl in school to come to your party?”

“Way harsh peter.” You reached over to his tray attempting to steal one of his fries. His hand slapped yours away. “You make it sound like she doesn't even know I exist.”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, you and I are at the bottom of the social food chain and you know it.” He pushed his chair back even further, now only balancing on two legs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” You defended.

He held your gaze with narrowed eyes as you tired your best to maintain eye contact. The minute you looked away he knew he had you. “I know you're lying (y/n). When you can’t look me in the eye you’re hiding something. Spill it.”

You muttered really quickly. “Imayormaynothavedoneherhomeworkforthepastmonth.”

He gave you an exasperated look. “What?”

“I said I may or may not have done her homework for the past month.”

He gave you a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that. “ You pouted. “It was the only way she was going to bring Dylan.”

“I don't even know why you want that guy at your party. Or Lucy for that matter. They’re all a bunch of jerks.” Peter got up to put his tray away. You shoved your notebook back into your bag and got up to follow him.

“You don’t even know them Peter.”

“Neither do you.” You frowned at him before turning on your heel and walking away from him. “(y/n) wait.” You sped up and he sped up with you. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm. You refused to look at him.

Peter’s harsh look softened and his grip on your arm loosed. “Look.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “ I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I won’t especially not with my best friend around.” You bumped your shoulder into his. He returned your smile after a while and your face lit up. “It’s going to be fun!”

“If you say so.”

On the day of your party you couldn't even sit still for a single second. Pacing by the front door waiting for Lucy and her friends to arrive. The doorbell rang and you threw open the door, but your smile dropped when you saw it was just Peter. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Geez, it's good to see you too.” He pushed his way into your house as you closed the door behind him.

“Sorry I just thought it was Lucy.”

“And you were disappointed when it was me.” He joked making himself at home on your couch.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“No, I get it. Suddenly you get new friends and I’m old news. Hung out to dry. Dead and buried without a moment to grieve.” He milked his performance trying to make you feel guilty. You sat down next to him knocking his feet off your mother’s coffee table.

“Shut up.” You laughed, he watched you and smiled. You noticed the keyboard strapped to his chest and groaned. “Did you have to bring your keyboard?”

“Duh. It’s part of your gift.”

“I hope that’s not all you got me.”

“Hey!” He mocked being hurt by your words. “And it’s not by the way.” He sat up and made his way to your front door. “I gotta go get it, I left it on your doorstep.” He opened the door and was gone for a minute, making you anxious with anticipation. He poked his head through the doorway and a sweet smile plastered on his lips. “Close your eyes.”

You quickly covered your eyes with your hands. You heard Peter’s sneakers shuffling as he made his way closer to you. “No peeking.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are, I can see you looking through the slits of your fingers.” You giggled at the accusation and squeezed your eyes even tighter. You felt the couch dip from his weight as he sat back down next to you. You feel his hands close around yours, and the small action making you blush. He carefully removed your hands from your eyes. “Ta-da!”

Sitting on the coffee table front of you was a huge handmade pink doll house. “I decided to make you your own (y/n) dream house.” Your eyes widened taking it all in. It was beautiful.

“Petey did you make all this?” You asked, heart swelling at the sweet action.

“Yeah,” He admitted a little embarrassed. He scooted closer to the table. “See that’s you in your bubble bath. Reading your favorite magazine” It was a Barbie doll with a picture of your face tape on it. You giggled.” And there’s your room with the giant closet you’ve always wanted and a huge stereo collection. I know how much you love music. And there’s that bum Rick Springfield, sitting on the couch.” As you took in all the details you fell even more in love with the house. Peter had put so much time into this and you adored it.

“And uh, there’s me.” He smiled sheepishly. A picture of him was glued to a piece of cardboard. His picture was making that ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Rick Springfield. “I’m making sure that creep keeps his hands to himself. He’s only here for his musical talents, nothing else.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and for a second you could have sworn he glanced down at your lips. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He pulled out a red packet and shook it lightly. “Wishing dust.”

You scooted closer to him so you guys could read the package together. “It says wishing dust knows what’s in your heart of hearts. They’ll make all your dreams come true.” He whispered the last part, his eyes cast downward as you watched him rip open the package. He stood up and sprinkled the dust down on the house. You watched in wonder as all the different colors rained down together and decorated the whole house in a pretty shimmer. Your eyes met his and you could feel yourself tearing up. He was so sweet and he didn't even know how much this meant to you.

Just then the doorbell rang and you jumped to your feet. “They’re here!” You wiped away the tears that threatened to fall really quickly before dashing to the door.

“Yay.” Peter cheered sarcastically. You ignored him and sprinted to open the door. Lucy was there along with her friends and Dylan in the back. She was wearing a neon pink dress, the same one you had begged your mom to buy you last week. She had said no obviously.

“Hi Lucy! Thanks for coming!” She just gave you a tight smile and let herself in. She looked around your living room and a sneer made its way to her face when she saw Peter on your couch fiddling with his keyboard.

“Sup Freak.” Lucy shot Peter a sickly sweet smile.

“Sup slut.” Peter replied, mirroring her smile. You felt your mouth open in shock and shot him a deadly look. Lucy just pressed on trying to get a reaction out of Peter.

“I see your hair is still as gray and as ugly as ever.”

“At least my hair is naturally this color. From the look of your roots you should really look into getting a better stylist. You ain’t fooling anybody honey.”

They continued to glare at each other until Lucy finally broke away from his gaze and turned to face you. “Where is this party happening anyway.”

“It’s um downstairs, in the basement.” You motioned towards it, Lucy and her friends made their way down the steps. Peter followed them carrying your dollhouse, but you held your arm out to stop him. “What was that? Why were you being such a jerk?”

“She started it!”

You huffed. “I know, but it’s my party so please try to be nice to her.” He opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. He pushed past your arm and went down the stairs to the basement. Taking two at a time.

“So this is it.” Lucy picked at the neon colored table cloth. You didn't know what to say as she looked around. “What are we going to do anyway?”

“Well we could play twister, Peter is really good at it.” Peter gave a small salute in acknowledgement as they glanced towards him. “Or we could watch a movie.”’ You said excitedly, making your way over to the VHS rack.” I have a lot of good ones.``

“Lame.” Lucy announced and her friends echoed in agreement.

You felt embarrassed of thinking that they would enjoy such childish things. “Why don't we play a new game?” Lucy suggested.

“What kind of game?” Peter asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

“A fun one.” She made her way towards you and placed her hand on your shoulder as she turned to address Peter. “Not that you would know anything about fun Maximoff.”

“Not that you would know anything about fun.” Peter mocked back in a high pitched tone.

“Real mature.” Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

She turned back to you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” She leaned in even closer. “You can go first (y/n), and I think you’ll like who you get.” She glanced back and you followed her gaze towards Dylan. He shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush.

All of a sudden you heard your mom. “(y/n)!” Your mother yelled down the stairs. “Your cake is here come and get it!”

“Peter go get it.” Lucy commanded.

“What? No.” He scoffed. You met his gaze and shot him a pleading look. “Fine.” He put the dollhouse away in your closet on the top shelf and made his way to the stairs. “Thanks Petey.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Lucy took off her scarf from around her neck and placed it over your eyes, knotting it tightly in the back. She led you towards the closet and you felt your heart rate pick up. You could hear the giggles of her friends as they closed the door. You stood there in the darkness waiting for Dylan to come in. It had been a while since Lucy had led you to the closet, you sat down putting your arms around your knees hugging them close.

Peter came back down the stairs carrying your cake, as he was coming down Lucy was going up the stairs, her friends trailing behind her. “Hey where are you going?”

She didn't answer, just smiled at him placing a hand on his shoulder. “(y/n) is waiting for you in the closet.” He gave her a confused look, he didn't know he was part of this game. Lucy and her friends continued up the steps, Dylan swiped your cake with his finger smearing the icing and eating it. Peter yanked it away and continued down into the basement. Madonna was playing softly in the background, he put the cake on the table and made his way to the closet, opening the door. He saw you sitting there on the floor, you upon hearing the door squeak open were smiling up at him. “I didn't think you were going to come.”

He nervously smiled back at you and sat down on the floor across from you. You reached your hands out towards him. “Where are you?” He let his hands find yours, fingers intertwined in one another. He had held your hand before but this time it felt so different. He saw you lean in and he did the same. He was inches away from your lips when you whispered. “Oh Dylan.” He pulled back abruptly.

“It’s not Dylan, It’s Peter.” You yanked your hands away from his and tore the scarf away from your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You felt panic take over you. “Where is Dylan?”

“He left. They all did, no one is here.” You stood up and saw that Peter was right. Your snack table stood untouched and Lucy, and Dylan were no where to be found. You immediately turned on Peter. “What did you do?”

Peter looked at you in disbelief. “Nothing!”

“Yes you did!” You were screaming at him at this point.

“I just went to get your cake!” He screamed back.

“Get out.” you whispered. Peter looked at you, clearly hurt that you were pushing him away. “GET OUT!” You screamed as you pushed him out of the closet.

“(y/n) wait!” He tried holding the door open as you desperately tried shutting it. “(y/n) let me talk to you!”

“Peter stop.” You cried.

“(y/n)-”

“No!” You managed to shut the door and lock it. You sat back down on the floor and put the blindfold back over your eyes.

“(y/n) Please!” You could hear Peter on the other side of the door even with your hands covering your ears. “Please come out!”

“I hate you!” You screamed as his voice stopped.

“You don’t mean that.” He muttered, tears of his own threatening to spill.

“Yes I do! I hate you! I hate me! I hate everything!” You were so angry and embarrassed and that you really thought Lucy was your friend. And that you were going to get to kiss Dylan.

“(y/n) what are you talking about?”

“I want to be thirty!” You wailed through your tears.

“Just let me play you this song.” Peter yelled back. He slung his keyboard over his head and started to mess with it trying to find the right key. “It’ll make you feel better!”

You ignored him continuing to cry. “I wanna be thirty! I wanna be thirty and flirty and thriving.” You swing your head back shaking the shelf behind you. The wishing dust from the dollhouse fell down all around you but you didn't even notice. You could faintly hear Peter playing some tune on his keyboard but you ignored it. Just muttering through your tears over and over how you wanted to be thirty, flirty and thriving. At the moment you wanted to be anywhere but there.

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Ex's and Bo's ( Bokuto Koutarou x Reader )

Warning(s): Probably the most in-depth kiss scene I have ever written? Not really nsfw in any way, maybe a little making out????? Also, expect some spam in the coming days. I had been super busy and unable to actually post my haitober stuff so, here comes the flood! Title: Ex's and Bo's Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 2,506

Life sucked.

Even the weather outside was agreeing with you as rain poured down, soaking anything that dared to be out. You were laying on your bed with as many blankets wrapped around you as possible as if the soft fabric could absorb all of your bad feelings.

How long had you wasted when you were dating your ex-boyfriend? You knew he wasn't good for you, you knew that from the start. But, what were you supposed to do when he was the first person to really show you any attention? He liked you in a way that was more than friends. When you had gone so long, watching everyone else get together while you were stuck on the sidelines, you couldn't believe that someone liked you. It was easy to ignore the red flags when you were just so excited that someone liked you.

Even though you were the one that broke up with him, it still hurt. It hurt because you felt stupid for ever agreeing to be in a relationship with him. It hurt because even though he was never good for you, you still thought he cared about you in some way. Yet, he had decided to go behind your back and flirt with some other girls. He thought you wouldn't figure it out. He must have thought you were stupid and you were starting to wonder if he was right?

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop being sad because your best friends are here!" Bokuto yelled as he walked into your room, trailed behind by Akaashi. If this was the first time they came to visit, you would be worried that your parents would get annoyed by the yelling but they had come to accept it now. It was impossible to have Bokuto over and expect to keep a quiet house. "We are going to take that frown and turn it upside!"

You forgot that you had texted either one of them. It started with a simple text to Bokuto, a single meme picture that hinted at how you felt. After fifteen minutes, Bokuto had already pulled the entire truth from you and invited himself and Akaashi over to take care of you.

"Bokuto, calm down." Akaashi slapped his friend's shoulder to pull him down from his energetic state. He had been crazy when he picked Akaashi up, ranting about how he would totally beat your ex up and how they had to make you feel better. He didn't say anything along the lines of a plan for making you feel better but he was as confident as he was on the court. You had helped him through his emo times and so it was his job to do the same thing for you.

The loud third year flopped down on your bed, arms wrapping around your waist to playfully tickle your sides. He knew you were ticklish and he was using it against you! It was hard to keep a frown on your face as you struggled not to burst out laughing. With his own loud laughter, Bokuto rolled over to pull you ontop of him with your back pressing against his chest.

"Come on, give us a smile! I'm not gonna stop until you smile for me!" He shouted, keeping you trapped like a turtle on its back. Somehow you were able to squirm out of his hold and quickly hid behind Akaashi, using him as a human shield. His face was as stoic as ever, shaking his head slightly at his friend's antics.

"We meant to go to the store before coming here but Bokuto couldn't wait." Akaashi sighed, glancing over his shoulder to look at you, "I was planning on bringing him here so you can babysit him while I go back out and get some stuff for us to eat. Maybe watching a toddler will help you get your thoughts off of your ex."

"I am not a toddler!" Bokuto sat up, arms hanging loosely with his hands in his lap.

"Do you want snacks or not?"

"....Yes please."

It was funny watching the two best friends communicate with each other as you rubbed your tear stained cheeks. It was easy to forget what you were crying about when you had the two of them around. This wouldn't be the first time they got you through a hard time. When you had sprained your ankle during your own volleyball practice, Bokuto (and Akaashi, when were they ever really apart?) was there in no time with your favorite drink and gave you piggyback rides to and from school for a week.

Akaashi gave you a questioning look, waiting until you nodded to leave your room. Nobody knew how much Bokuto could be more than this setter. He wasn't going to leave you alone with him if it was going to be too much for you. They were here to make you feel better, he didn't want to stress you out or make things worse. His friend may not always think things through but he did.

Golden eyes followed your form as you sat down beside Bokuto, a small huff escaping your lips. Silence had fallen over the room once Akaashi shut the door and you were reminded of why they had come over. The chaos of their intial apperence was fading and the pleasant distraction from a few moments ago was gone. You sighed, staring at your own lap in thought. Bokuto looked like a lost puppy, unsure of what he should do. He didn't like this feeling, he never liked seeing you this way. He felt helpless.

You moved to lay on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Were you sad? It was hard to tell...Everything was going to be fine, this was just one small relationship but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"It sucks..." Your voice was soft, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah, I know." You could feel the bed dip as Bokuto took the spot next to you, laying on his back and taking up the rest of the space on your small bed. You didn't mind the proximity, his warmth was nice. Even without saying anything, the simple touches that were being shared between the two of you was comforting. The brushing of arms, the hints of sides pressed against each other. You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that in silence but after what felt like an eternity, you heard the creeking of the bed and a presence hovering over you. Cue you opening your eyes and almost fall off your bed when you see Bokuto's signature grin.

While the lower half of his body was still on his side of the bed, he was now holding his upperhalf above you with those strong muscles of his. Wait...What? You would be lying if you said that you hadn't snuck peeks of the ace during his practices. To you, Bokuto was never an option because he was just so more. The two of you were so close that the idea of doing anything more than playful flirting was nonexistent. He was just...Bokuto.

As he looked down at you with such caring eyes, you thought that maybe you were wrong. It made your stomach flip from the proximity between the two of you. This had never happened before. The two of you had laid on each other in the past, whether it was you laying with your head on his chest or Bokuto flopped on his stomach, laying over your legs. You had done that without blinking an eye but here he was, not even touching you in any way but still making you feel this flustered.

"You know this has nothing to do with you, right? You didn't do anything wrong." Bokuto spoke in a level voice, sounding more serious that he ever had. It was rare you saw this side of him. It was rare for anyone to see this side of him.

"You are one of the best people I know. It isn't right that this happened to you and I swear, 'Kaashi and I will do whatever we need to until you are back to being the same amazing person we know."

"I just, I feel so stupid Bo. I don't want to be sad over this jerk but I can't help it. It hurts...This is shitty. It isn't fair that he decided to lead me on. When...When I was breaking up with him, he said that he never cared. He just thought I was pretty and wanted to fool around. Why do people have to lie? It isn't nice..." Tears were streaming down your face now, blurring your vision until all you could see were the splashes of color of Bokuto's eyes.

Bokuto moved all of his weight onto his one forearm so he could cup your face with his now free hand. His thumb brushed over a stray tear, frowning. He didn't know what to do, you were too good of a person to be hurt like this. You should be treasured like the precious person that you were. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. He never was good with his words so he decided to act instead.

He kissed you.

It was a quick peck and nothing more. As you stared up at him, you were greeted with wide eyes mirroring your own confusion. You didn't know why he did it and he didn't know why either. Three seconds passed, three heartbeats passed, and then you pulled the boy back down to capture his lips once again. A spark shot through you, ignatiting a fire in your stomach that you didn't know you have.

Small gasps were exchanged in the quick moments the two of you pulled away. His hand ran down from your cheek to gently caress at your neck, causing a shiver to run through you. Bokuto was very outgoing with all of his actions but here he was, slowly dancing his lips along your own with gentle contemplation. The flush of your cheeks changed from being due to crying to something else, something that even your ex had never made you feel. Perhaps deep down you knew that you weren't meant to be with him.

As one of Bokuto's hands was placed right next to your head, his free hand slowly snuck under your loose shirt to ghost over your skin warm. His thumb traced over your top rib, just hinting where he could touch if he only moved a few inches higher. His rough and calloused palm from spiking ran over your smooth stomach, causing your breath to hitch and shivers to run up your spine. This was not how you thought today was going to go, but you weren't going to complain.

"Bo..." You whined, head tilting to the side as his lips attacked the soft skin of your neck. His teeth were nipping with just enough pressure for you to feel it, tongue soothing the area just as quickly. Bokuto was like a man dying of thirst and you were the oasis shimmering before him.

His kisses started at your jaw with nothing more than butterfly kisses but he slowly began to suck your delicate skin the further he went down. Simple kisses turned into ones with the intent on leaving purple marks that would remind you of that night. It wasn't until he reached just below your collarbone that his teeth nipped your skin enough for a small sting to be left but Bokuto didn't give you any time to focus on that feeling before he was kissing your skin again.

When had Bokuto learned how to do something like this? For all you knew, the boy hadn't dated anyone before. He never mentioned any late-night meetings with anyone. He had told you and Akaashi the first time he had kissed a girl (A girl had kissed him to convince some creep that they were dating. They were not). The owl was so excited, just going on and on how soft girls' lips were. He wasn't even talking about that girl specifically. He just went on a rant the next day at school about how amazing girls were. It was cute.

"I always thought that guy was terrible for you," He gasped out in between kisses, golden eyes staring up at you with such an intensity that only Bokuto could have, "Every time you complained about him, I always wanted to say how I would be so much better for you, but 'Kaashi always said that I was being overprotective."

A laugh escaped your swollen lips, the butterflies in your stomach being released. No longer were you feeling too shocked about what was going on. There was no way to keep yourself from getting flustered by the boy's actions but now you could enjoy it. You didn't have to feel guilty that you had just broken up with your boyfriend and that this would just mean you were sleazy. The nagging voice of your ex was slowly disappearing and Bokuto's voice was taking its place.

"But I was totally right, right?" His head pulled back, putting most of his weight onto his hand pushed against the bed so he was hovering over you once again. The gentle caresses evolved into Bokuto gripping your side as if afraid that if he let go, you would fade away like a ghost.

"Right." Your hands that had been gripping at the boy's shirt moved to wrap around his neck to pull him back down for a kiss. Your confidence was growing and that only egged Bokuto on to go further. Every action started with hesitation but as soon as you gave any sign of the go-ahead, the boy would go at it with everything he had. People couldn't say that Bokuto didn't try his best in everything that he cared about, that's for sure.

But all good things can't last forever and Akaashi could only take so long getting the snacks.

"I'm coming in so stop making out or whatever." Akaashi pounded on the door, causing Bokuto to jump like he was more of a cat than an owl. You shot up to fix your shirt as Bokuto pushed himself away. He may be an amazing volleyball player but he wasn't always the best at remembering his surroundings as a loud thump resounded in the room. Akaashi walked into the room to see you, still on your bed with red cheeks and heavy breaths, and Bokuto laying on his back on the ground, his foot being the only part still on the bed. Akaashi only sighed, walking in with the goodies he had gotten from the store.

You couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if the dark-haired boy hadn't interrupted. The thoughts of your ex were all but forgotten and replaced with the excitement of the future that awaited you with Bokuto.

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 4 years

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Prince Nuada x Tired!Reader

(Requested by Anonymous: Hi! Can I request Nuada x Female! Reader that had been up all night going over investigation for the B.R.P.D with Nuada getting them to go to sleep?)

(A/N): This request has been setting in my in box for a long time that I almost forgot about it, which makes me feel really bad for whoever requested it. As I said before online school is hell that leaves me exhausted with writing block. This story is shorter than the once before it and I hope you guys like it.

Warning: Grammatic errors, fluff, Slight very very small hint of angst but nothing big.

Word count: 2,203

You shifted in your seat tiredly as you struggled to keep your eyes open, struggling to keep focusing on the files and papers that were scattered in front of you. You released a deep sigh, then pushed yourself away from your desk, which was easy thanks to your office chair that rolled away gently. You lifted your head up to look to your left. Your once empty wall had now a big map of the country hang over it, and covering that map is the mind map that you had created, just pinned pictures of buildings and bridges that were placed in different places over the map, and above each picture is a small colorful note that stated the local name and what it really is. All those were connected with a simple red string, and if anyone one saw it they would think it is just some kind of a failed art attempt, but you understood it perfectly.

Some unknown monster was wreaking havoc around the country but whenever Hellboy and the others get sent to the scene the culprit would already be gone, leaving only few evidence to follow, which makes it hell for you because you are one of B.P.R.D's best investigators, you were the first to discover that the "Troll Market" was beneath the Brooklyn bridge. That's why Mr. Manning assigned you to help in this case by trailing the monster and discover where they were, the furthest you went was in predicting where they would hit next, which was right. You were known to be never wrong with your work and you wanted to keep that thought going by working until you had a clear and precise lead.

"(Y/n)?"

A familiar voice called you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head around and so none other than your darling Nuada standing in the open door. How did you not hear it open?. Despite how weak you felt, you showed a smile.

"Nuada, Welcome back." You greeted almost sluggishly.

Your throat feels really dry, how long did you not drink anything? Your head turned to the coffee mug on your table, you reached for it and lifted it up to your lips, you took a sip but immediately pulled away with disgust.

"ugh…it's cold." You muttered. Nuada stayed silent through this entire time just watching you, which means 2 things.

Either he was admiring you, which fills your stomach with butterflies, or he is really disappointed with you. And you can't tell which one because even with your glasses your vision was a little blurry. Tired of the silence you broke it.

"Why are you back so soon?" You asked as you stretched your arms above your head causing a few bones to pop, causing to let out a satisfied sigh. Your muscles felt so soar.

"Back so soon?" Repeated Nuada in a confused manner.

You heard him close the door behind him and make his way towards you.

"Yeah…" You answered not looking up from the scattered papers in front of you. "You left like…maybe a few hours ago…But it doesn't matter I am happy you are back safe."

You turned your head around to finally have a good look at your lover, but your eyes widened in shock at what you saw. He was close enough that you can have a good look at him. his clothes were riffled, ripped, and had few golden stains, which you knew were his blood. His snow-white skin was battered with bruises and wounds, he looked as if he had just got back from a fight, and his face showed a frown as he stared down at you. The frown was not from whatever he had gone through, but it was directed at you. You opened your mouth wanting to say something, but Nuada didn't give you the chance.

"I left yesterday's morning…" he said sternly. "And come back just a few moments ago."

"I… I didn't know." You said quietly as you tried to search for the clock to see what time is it. "If I knew I would have-"

You were cut off again when Nuada placed in hands-on your shoulders firm but gently to get your attention, which he had. He looked at you dead in the eyes.

"(Y/n)…"He started. "It is the night time of the next day… you have been away for almost over 40 hours since I left.

Your eyes widened at his words. You turned around to look for your phone, Nuada let you go to look for it freely and when you found it you looked at time and date on the lock screen and it is as he said. You turned to look at him, he crossed his arms waiting for whatever you had to say in your defense.

"…Oops?" You said with a weary smile and a shrug, causing the elven prince to sigh as he massaged the bridge of his nose, an action he does to stop himself from saying something he will regret later.

"Get up…" He ordered as he held your arm to help you get up. "Let's get you changed then to bed."

"W… What!?" You almost exclaimed. "But… I still have a lot of work to do!"

Nuada looked at the papers then to the mind map then back to you.

"I can see that you have already done enough." He said as he helped you out of your chair.

You didn't struggle or said anything as he led you to the bathroom and turned on the lights. You almost flinched at the sight of yourself in the mirror. you thought Nuada looked bad, but you looked as bad as him. Your hair was a mess, your clothes were wrinkled and had coffee stains and a few grease stains from when you one of your colleagues brought you food. You remembered how you repeatedly told yourself that you will change "in a bit". Dark circles started to form under your eyes.

"Oh my god…" You muttered to yourself, for you looked like a hot mess.

"When was the last time you slept?" Asked Nuada as he reached out for the hairbrush that rested near the sink but before he did anything he pulled away your glasses making it hard for you to see. Your eyes felt really tired.

"I…" You struggled to find the right words to not upset him but didn't find any. "I slept…"

"When?... And for how long?" He continued to ask. You could feel his hand brush your hair and gently untangle any knots. Just then you wanted to give in to your heavy eyelids and sleep.

"Hmm…I don't know when…" You answered honestly. "And maybe…for a…. few ….minutes.."

He stopped for a second before continuing to brush your hair. You could hear him sigh in disappointment. He stopped brushing your hair and started to reach for something else, you still couldn't see.

"Listen…" You started. "My job is important, the more time I waste the more people die or get hurt."

He took your hand and placed something plastic on it.

"Brush your teeth." He ordered and you did.

"I understand that your work in important." He said as he walked around you to go back into the room, you can hear him shuffle through things before coming back. "But that doesn't mean you have to kill yourself while doing it."

"..'m ..ot illen..m'lf." You rinsed your mouth. "I'm not killing myself."

"You will if you continued to neglect yourself in such a way." You said bluntly.

You opened your mouth to say something but stopped when you felt his hand wrap around your waist and pull you to him. You let out a surprised yelp when your lips connected but immediately recovered as you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. However, the kiss was short-lived as he pulled himself away from you, and started ugging on your once-white shirt, you blushed furiously which he noticed.

"Came down." He said with a chuckle. "I will want to change you to clean and new clothes."

"Oh…Alright." You said embarrassed by your previous assumption, and secretly disappointed.

Nuada started to unbutton your shirt, letting it slip from your body and fall to the ground, the same thing to your pants. He almost continued with your bra and panties but you pulled away, for it was too much for you to handle.

"I.. I.. I can handle the rest you can go now!" You said almost hurriedly. You heard him chuckle before leaning into your ear.

"It is not like I haven't seen you bare before." He whispered in your ear heatedly, which caused your blush to deepen before he left you and closed the door behind him to give you your previously.

You took a deep breath to calm your heart which is beating fast. You reached around the sink to look for your glasses, and when you wore it to have a better sight. When you saw yourself standing there with only your bra and panties the blush came back at the idea that Nuada saw you like that and was about to go as further as making you stand naked. He indeed saw you naked…many… many time…but it still made you feel embarrassed as if it was the first time. You shock the thought away and started to change to a new pair of new underwear and clothes, which were just simple short shorts and a T-shirt. When you got out you saw Nuada had also changed, at least just his pants were new since he likes to sleep shirtless, not that you are complaining. Without his shirt you could see more bruises and wounds that were hidden by the ruined dress shirt he was wearing, the sight made your heartache. You walked towards him with furrowed brows, he turned to face you completely but your eyes were still focused on the injuries that were littering his body. You lifted your hand wanting to touch them but stopped…you were afraid.

"The pain is no bother to me." He whispered before reaching for your hand and let it press to one of his bruises. You almost wanted to pull away but didn't.

"What about Nuala?" you asked carefully. You looked up and saw his own brows furrowed in worry.

"She is resting." Was all he said.

You went and wrapped your arms around him to a gentle hug that was meant to comfort him, which seemed to work as he returned the hug. You know how deeply Nuada cares for his sister and even if he can handle any injury as if it was nothing it still pains him to know that his sister is experiencing what he is going through. He had a high tolerance for pain, his sister didn't.

"I promise to find this bastard soon." You said with a determined look on your face, Nuada just smiled at you before leaning in to place a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, my love." He said before lifting you suddenly causing you to let out a surprised sound, followed by a series of giggles. And throwing you on the bed.

You laid there still laughing. You felt the bed dip beside you, before the covers were pulled over you. When you recovered you looked to Nuada who settled himself beside you. You crawled closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer to him that you are resting your head against his care chest.

"If you want to catch them then I want your brain to function enough so you can explain to us what that map means because I don't understand it." He said as he rested his head above yours. You chuckled at his words.

"I'm afraid that I won’t understand it either when I wake up the next day." You informed. "I was pretty out of it."

"Well, let's hope for the best." He said before silence filled the room. His eyes shot open when he felt you try to break away from his hold. "What are you-"

"Just let me make a few notes before bed, I think I have somethi-" Your words were cut by him pulling you back with an annoyed look.

"(Y/n)(Y/L/n)." He said sternly. "Stop trying to work yourself to death and sleep."

"Nuaaaadaaa…" You whined.

"If you don’t sleep I will tie you to the bed." He warned.

"You wouldn't." You pulled away to look at him in the eye. He just smirked.

"The ropes are under the bed." He informed. "It's just a matter of reaching there."

Seeing he wasn’t lying you nested yourself back to his chest and closed your eyes to sleep as fast as you can causing him to burst out in laughter. He wrapped his arms around your body again and started to rub your back soothingly, it wasn't long until you truly fell asleep in his arms. He looked at your sleeping face, causing a gentle smile to spread in his face. He leaned forward and kissed the middle of your forehead and whispered.

"Sweet dreams my little queen."

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No Grave - Dyn Jarren (The Mandalorian)

Anonymous said:

Hello, Hope you’re having a good day! Just was that you’re looking for requests for the Mandalorian? If that’s not the case then feel free to disregard this ask! I was wondering if it would be possible to request a fic in which Mando is injured and he needs to call upon the help of his old friend, the reader, who he doesn’t want to bother but can’t fix himself so they just sorta patch him up, coo over Baby Yoda and are just really happy to see him? Just a tropey af & fluffy af fic? Thank you sm

AN: First, you’re so polite?! I love you! Second, I love your request but this leans into more romance than you described because I’ve been listening to Hozier. I hope that’s okay! Also, I call him Dyn Jarren, as Pedro Pascal leaked!

The fall from the Jawa’s trading post broke him in more ways than one.

Dyn Jarren had been in pain before. Training in the tribe had acquainted him with every weakness of the human body, his body. Before that, on Mandalore, on his home in the Outer Rim, he had been shown the human capacity for cruelty and the faces of his people twisted up in agony. The entirety of his life, every curve of every path, had been marked by some sort of pain. It was the one constant; no matter what planet, bounty, or standard year, hurt, in some capacity, lingered around each corner.

Yet, Dyn Jarren had never felt pain like this. It felt like his entire body was set aflame, burning from the inside out. The slash in his arm was much deeper, much longer than he had thought and his head was still ringing from the fall. He laid in the dirt with his eyes closed, carefully moving his fingers and toes to make sure he wasn’t paralyzed. Thank the Maker he wasn’t, but each micromovement brought with it a new wave of strained misery.

He grit his teeth and forced himself to sit up. The moment Dyn curled his abdomen and used his arms to support himself, his chest screamed in pain. Broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. What a curse it is to be so attuned to his body’s every ache. He reached up and pulled his left shoulder back into its socket. The bones made a horrible scraping sound that was only drowned out by his grunts of pain.

“Chit!”

The curse fell from his lips when he sat back. After a few labored breaths, he laid down in the spot where he had landed hours before. He would have stayed there too, spread out on the dark earth, if it wasn’t for a small ‘coo’ that reached his ears. In a flash, a spasm so quick that his wounds shouted in angry protest, the Mandalorian looked to the side and met the shining, expectant eyes of the Child.

“Ugh,” Dyn moved to stand and he felt his legs shake beneath him. The Child cocked it’s small, green head to the side with its large ears turned down. “What?”

The Child only gurgled and the Mandalorian sighed heavily. The breath stung his lungs and he bit back a groan. Each step he took a new sharp stab raced through his body. Dyn looked out along the horizon, saw the setting sun, and nearly fell to his knees.

They needed to find shelter. Maybe, if he could make it, they could stay at Kuiil’s moisture farm. Although, he had put enough on the older man, taken too much of his time. Staying at his hut would put him, his freedom, and the Child at risk. Dyn looked behind him and watched the nursery pod following after him. The Child’s eyes were wide, almost all-seeing. A twinge of guilt racked the Mandalorian’s chest.

He had taken the job and here he was, bleeding, stumbling to some intangible end. Without a ship, he was stranded, with a child no less, on a desert planet, dying slowly. At the thought of death, he fell. The impact knocked the wind out of him and his armor did nothing to dull the sting. He rolled onto his back and let out a groan.

The pink-orange sky was now fading into a wonderful purple color; and for a moment, the pain ebbed away. For a moment, Dyn forgot where he was and why he was there. For that perfect moment, he was back with the tribe. He was outside, watching the orange flames of a bonfire raging up towards the night sky. He saw the faces of the people who had taken him in, raised him, and trained him.

He saw Y/N.

He saw the eyes, the face he knew better than his own. He saw the familiar grin and felt the heat that Y/N never ceased to stir up within him. The memories danced in the darkness of his mind, reminding him of a time when he smiled. When had he last smiled? When he was a Foundling? Maybe? When was the last time he saw Y/N?

Ever since Y/N, ever since he left, Dyn had thrown himself into the job. Bounty hunting became all he did and all he told himself he wanted. Yet, it was still Y/N he thought of when faced with the sunset. Especially one as beautiful as the one that danced above him now.

Dyn felt wetness slip from his eyes when he moved to sit up, but he wasn’t sure for which ache the tears were shed. A surge of pain ripped up his side as he leaned back against the rock face. The Child watched him, ever curious eyes glinting under the soft light of dusk. He let his head lull against the stone as he studied the green creature. So much strangeness and death surrounded the little being; including himself.

In spite of that, he was compelled to keep it alive. He shifted once more, grunting through the ache of his body, and aimed his hand at a nearby bush. With the simple flick of his finger, flames roared out of the canister at his wrist. The brittlebush went up in flames and, he hoped, it would burn long enough to keep the Child warm.

It cooed at the sight of the fire, clapping it’s little hands together in joy before looking back at Dyn. For a second, the creature looked...sorry. The Mandalorian leaned back against the rocks and sighed. He lifted his hand once more, but this time, uttered a simple command.

“Show me Y/N.”

The image he didn’t let himself look at opened. A hologram of Y/N’s form, a digital portrait of the one person Dyn could not let himself have. At least not in this life. Life on the road, a life of killing, a life of pain...that was no life. No, not this life; part of him would be happy to leave it behind.

Dyn heard a small set of footfalls as he studied the picture, but he was too lost in memories to care. No longer did he care how long he had left to live. All he knew was that he wanted to see Y/N one last time. Slowly, like falling asleep, the Mandalorian closed his eyes. The burning pain that once gripped his body gave way to cold darkness as the Child shuffled closer to the glowing image with all the wonder of a young soul.

Dyn woke up scared for the second time in his life. Warmth was everywhere, kissing every inch of his body. The pain was gone, replaced by the sun. His skin felt tight under the rays of light and he could feel the heat gathering on his cheeks. The last time had had the sun on his face…

On instinct, he reached up towards his face. When his palm met the flesh of his face, he yanked his hand away. It was as if the softness stung him. His face was a reminder of everything he had swallowed, pushed down, and ignored for years. Now, it was exposed and every feeling was bubbling up to the surface.

“You’re up.”

Dyn swung his head to his right and swore that he was dreaming. He must be because Y/N was there, looking at him with those eyes. It must all be some fevered dream. Whatever infection his wounds had fostered were now taunting him. It had to be that.

“I don’t want to know what happened,” Y/N said, hands raised as if to stop Dyn from speaking. “And I really don’t want to know why you have a baby with you either.”

“How did you get here?” Dyn was almost surprised by the sound of his own voice, unaltered by the modulator in the helmet. Yet, that was the least shocking thing to him in the moment. He was still caught on Y/N.

“You sent me a beacon,” Y/N said simply. “Wasn’t hard to find you then. All I did was look for smoke plumes.” Y/N gestured to the burning bush, now blackened by the heat and acting as a new playground for the Child.

“I didn’t send for you,” Dyn said, dark eyes glued to the Child. Y/N scoffed and Dyn looked over at his...friend? Could they even call each other that?

“I’m here anyway,” Y/N snapped, and Dyn tore his eyes from the Child to look up. “What? Do you…” Y/N now looked at the Child and then back to Dyn. “You think that little thing called me? On your comm? Does it even know how to use a transmitter?”

Dyn’s face flushed as his last-night thoughts returned to him. “I thought I was going to…”

“What?” Y/N shuffled closer. Sand was kicked up by boots and Dyn remembered all to vividly what had happened. He had opened Y/N’s file, the portrait, and, with it, her information. Dyn glanced over at the Child once more who, almost smiling, looked from the Mandalorian to Y/N, then back again.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dyn grumbled and started to get back to his feet. “I have to-”

“You have to stay still,” Y/N interrupted, hands extended and gently pushing down on Dyn’s shoulders. The touch sent Dyn back to a room, on a planet, to safety and warmth. He could almost feel the softness of a bed below him the moment Y/N met his gaze. Y/N must have felt it too, because the touch was pulled away before Dyn had a chance to savor it. Instead, he was left with a question gnawing at his mind.

“Why did you come?”

Y/N sat back on the dirt, staring at Dyn with curious eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that the Child stumbled up and pulled on Y/N’s sleeve, Dyn was sure he would have gotten an answer right then.

With the Child, Y/N got distracted. Dyn watched the scene that unfolded before him with unabashed awe. Y/N, carefully, took the Child up in arms and the little creature snuggled close. For a second, Dyn forgot that they had to be on the run; that the Child was part of a hefty bounty. Dyn, in that moment, saw another sunset and Y/N’s smile.

“It’s fifty years old.”

“What?”

Dyn raised his brows, pointed them towards the Child still swaddled in Y/N’s embrace. “That is fifty years old.”

“I don’t…”

“Some species age differently,” Dyn repeated what the guild droid had said and gauged Y/N’s reaction. The Child, however, seemed wholly unaffected by the knowledge.

“But it’s...it’s a child, a baby.” Y/N rambled, now holding the Child out in the air. It squealed softly and kicked its feet in the air. “Fifty?”

“Fifty,” Dyn echoed. Y/N’s head shook and similarly shaking hands lowered the Child to the ground. Y/N’s eyes met Dyn’s and, for the first time in a long time, he saw worry in them.

In the months they had spent together before...before everything, Y/N hardly worried. Dyn had made bounty hunting look like an art and Y/N did not fret over what he did. There was to point, Y/N couldn’t stop him. Dyn was going to do what he wanted anyway.

Y/N never asked about what wrongs he did, whose name would be presented in a bounty puck when he brought back to the house. That was what Dyn liked about Y/N. Never once did the world of bounty hunting collide with the realm of what he once knew as home. Y/N was his perfect escape; a haven he would crawl back to every time.

That was why he had to leave. In his life, all Dyn knew was pain. He couldn't risk dragging Y/N into that. Not then and definitely not now. Not even when Y/N was looking at him like that, with those eyes that haunted every sunset he saw. Or would ever see.

“Why did you come?”

Y/N held his gaze before leaning close to him. Dyn’s breath caught at the closeness but was soon released as Y/N peeled a bacta patch off his arm. “Your arm is healed. I did what I could about your ribs when you were passed out.”

Dyn stayed silent, watching Y/N sort the medical supplies laid out. The way Y/N’s hands traced packages and sorted them nearly hypnotized Dyn. He was tempted to drop the question, let them just be. Let them just be together for whatever time they had. It was too tempting.

“Why did you come here, Y/N,” Dyn asked once more. He reached out, his now bare hand grasping Y/N’s wrist. There was no hesitation as Y/N pulled away from the touch.

“Why do you think I came here?” Y/N snapped coldly. Any friendly warmth that once laced Y/N’s voice was gone. The Child, now sat at Dyn’s feet cringed, as if the tone of the words hurt some part of its being.

“I don’t,” Dyn replied, “I thought it was clear that-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Dyn,” Y/N said softly, all the fire that laced the voice gone. Y/N looked up from the medical supplies and met his gaze. “I don’t ask many questions about...why you do what you do. Please, don’t ask me.”

Dyn wanted to protest. He wanted to tell Y/N that he fell into bounty hunting; but that was a lie. He had chosen bounty hunting over everything so he could control the pain that had been so intertwined with his life. He had chosen it over everything. Even his relationship with Y/N.

So, he decided, he could grant Y/N that one wish. “Alright.”

“Vor'e,” Y/N murmured and the use of Mando’a caught Dyn visibly off guard. “What? Have you become unfamiliar with your native tongue?”

“I haven’t heard it in a long time. Some phrases are lost to me now.”

“I said ‘thanks’,” Y/N explained teasingly. Dyn nodded, letting the word find purchase in his throat before speaking up again.

“Vor'e, for coming here.” Dyn watched as that smile he loved spread along Y/N’s features. It lasted only for a second before fading like sunlight.

“I fear I’ve done all I can.” Dyn nodded and moved to sit up fully. His ribs no longer screamed with searing pain and his arm held no ache.

“And that’s more than enough.” Y/N frowned and started to pack what supplies were still strewn about the dirt. Dyn watched but forced himself to peel his eyes away. He had to focus on what tasks lingered. Namely, getting the Child off this planet.

“I could fly you out of here,” Y/N suggested, so quickly it was as if Dyn’s thoughts had been spoken aloud. “Get you and…” Y/N pointed to the Child, “this little one out of here.”

“No, no,” Dyn started to get to his feet. “You’d be in danger and-”

“You don’t think I can handle myself?” Y/N asked, hands on the hips, and standing before Dyn with all the confidence he wished he could bottle to keep at his side for whenever he needed it. Mostly, he wished to keep Y/N.

“I don’t know if I can handle...this,” Dyn gestured to the Child that now stood between them. It’s wide eyes peered up at them with a small, smug smile on it’s green lips.

“Really you-” Dyn met Y/N’s eyes and the words fell into silence. “Really?”

Dyn nodded and leaned down to scoop the Child in his arms. It cooed in response and Dyn swallowed hard. Y/N reached and rubbed a careful hand against the creature’s cheek. Dyn watched Y/N, dark eyes adoring and soft.

“Well, if this little one did send for me, you owe it quite a lot.” Y/N was still looking at the Child and Dyn was wholly enraptured with Y/N.

“My life,” Dyn said softly, his breath stirring the hair on Y/N’s head. The couple met eyes and Dyn felt his heart go weak. What a curse it is to be so attuned to his body’s every ache. “And I owe you.”

Y/N frowned and pulled away from Dyn. Leaning down, Y/N grabbed the Mandalorian helmet from the dirt and handed it to Dyn. He took it with his free hand, his eyes tracing the lines of Y/N’s face. He was preparing for a goodbye, perhaps the last goodbye.

“You can repay me by not leaving a grave for me to find.” Dyn let out a forced chuckle and shook his head.

“You know that no grave could keep me from you.” The words came back to him like an instinct. They flowed from his lips with the same ease he set a trap or aimed his rifle for a killing shot. Those words were part of a ritual, a life that Dyn had almost had; a life with Y/N.

Y/N did not speak. Dyn felt his stomach drop and curl at the quiet. Instead of speaking, Y/N stepped towards him, pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. Dyn wanted to drop everything and reach for Y/N; but the Child gurgled as Y/N pulled away. The skin of Dyn’s lips still tingled from the kiss.

Dyn watched Y/N walk away, medical supplies trailing after. The ship in the distance was small, a ship that Dyn once knew well. A ship that he hoped to know well again. Maybe after all of this, after the bounty...after the Child… Dyn looked up from the green creature in his arms and back at Y/N’s form. He could see the features of the person he loved as Y/N faced him once more.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” Y/N shouted. The wind carried the phrase to Dyn’s ears and he closed his eyes as the sound of his native Mando’a speech warmed his soul. He did not have to ask what the words meant. He knew what Y/N said in his heart; a phrase he could never lose to time or trial.

Dyn watched Y/N take off before putting his helmet back on. The sun’s heat no longer graced his features, instead glinted off of the beskar steel. Dyn looked back to the Child in his arms. Its eyes were wide and Dyn sighed.

“Let’s get you out of here.”

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pjsblogs-dc · 4 years

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I hate this

Damian Wayne X Reader

Summary

Damian hates art show, but love you.

Warning

Death by embarrassment or fluff

Hard to say

~~~ Damian always hated art shows and charity parties that when with them. He would do everything in his power to skip or leave the party early. He hated the people, the clothes, and the popups attuite that came with the art shows but then he met you.

You were a young and naïve artist that just moved to Gotham, and just started working at an art center. He bumped into you as he was trying to sneak out, but quickly forget about it when he met your eyes and you quickly stumped out an apology.

You had the most beautiful eyes and an amazing smile.

The two of you just kept talking for the rest of the night about anything and everything. But the event was soon ending and for once Damian was disappointed that he had to leave.

“When will I see you again?” He asked as the two of you walked towards the parking lot. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, so he lied saying his car was in the parking lot just like you.

“Well,” you said pausing to think “the next art show is in a few weeks. I can text you the details.”

“Sounds great!” he said with a smile.

As you drove away he couldn’t believe that for once in his life he was excited to go the some stupid charity party. He couldn’t stop smiling even after he got into the limo that Alfred was driving.

“Your a little late, sir“ the butler said with a cocked eyebrow.

The younger Wayne was about to say something when he saw the time. He told Alfred he was going to sneak out at 11 pm, but it was 2 am. Not only was he three hours late but he also missed his patrol shift.

“I got a little tied up.“ Damian said defensibly.

“That is want Master Dick said all the time when hung out with members of the opposite sex at charity events.“ Alfred said as he drove away from the art show.

Damian wanted to say something back but thought better of it. He knew he was going to get an earful from the team when he got back home and didn’t want it to start now. Pulling out his phone to see if you had texted him information of the next show, he also looked at the roster of events the boys had to go to.

Long ago to save a head ache, Bruce came up with an assignment system for who has to go to what events, it was to keep the peace in the house and work around patrols schedules, but truth be told it was a tool that the boys where threatened with if they didn’t get along.

No one in the Wayne house like going to Charity events for the same reasons Damian didn’t like going but that was going to change.

~~~

No one at the Wayne house really noticed at first, that Damian was trying to get more charity events. Or that the shows were most with or hosted by Peterson Art Charity. None of them wanted to go so they were happy to listen to his poor excuse and give him the event. It wasn’t until Bruce called them all in did they see what was going on.

“What the hell you guys?“ Bruce said to the three Wayne boys, “Why is Damian going to all the events? I thought we had a deal.”

“We did,“ Dick said.

“Yea but Damian said something about need that day blah,blah, lame excuse.” Jason said dismissably, “All I know is that is instead of dealing with stuck up brats, I got to patrol and I beat up some bad guys.”

“Lol same,“ Tim said with a smile, ”I tried to give him all my days but he only want somedays. Hell he even offer to double up and do the later patrol shift so that I didn’t say anything.“

“He did the same thing for me to,“ Dick said.

“Is the little Demon ditching them and blaming it on us?“ Jason said “Because if that the case-“

“No, he isn’t.“ Bruce said, signing, “I just wanted to know why all I see in the social column is Damian and his alleged girlfriend, and not any of you and your alleged girlfriends.“

“You check the social column?“ Tim said with confusion, “Why would you do that to yourself?”

“To see what the hell you guys did this week to piss off the press.“

“I know what we can do!“ Dick said.

“I alright don’t like this,“ Bruce said putting is head in his hands.

~~~~

Damian hated ever minute of the social part he had to do before he saw you. Smile and nodded to the racist old lady opinion on the world. Pretend to listen to some old guy talk about the stock market. Dance with the girls that only wanted his money. But when he saw you the world stopped, and it didn’t matter that he had a stupid suit or painful shoes, what matter was the time you to spent together.

He didn’t what you dragged into the fire storm that is the social gossip world because the two of you where seen outside of the charity events. And if someone snapped a picture of them together he always placed and anonymous phone call the next day saying he saw Damian kissing some high society girl which broke the news for the next week or two.

You didn’t seem to mind. You were so focused on your art that you couldn’t really met expect for at events. Plus you really didn’t watch or read the news so you didn’t know that the guy you where hanging out with was a Wayne. You were just happy to see him at all your shows or events, and always like the fact you had someone to talk to that wasn’t someone from work or a snooty art person saying that your art was bad.

The two of you had just saw each other when the door to the event swung out, showing something Damian hated more than a stupid art show.

A stupid art show with his family.

All of his brothers and sisters was here dress to the nines in gowns and suit, but his father stole the show with Selina Kyle on his arm and in a kickass suit. Everyone is the room was taken aback by their sudden appears and marveled at how good they look, but Damian almost shit himself.

He didn’t need to be super close to his father to see the look in his eyes.

It was his Batman eyes, meaning he was on a mission, and Damian didn’t need to think super hard why he or his family was here.

“I can’t believe the Waynes are here,“ a small voice said causing Damian to almost lose it.

That voice was you.

You looked amazing and he almost got lost in you smile, but he mental smacked himself. He need a plan and quick otherwise he was going to get embarrassed in front of you and he didn’t want that.

“Did you do all you socially thingys for work?“ you asked.

“Yep,“ Damian said turning his back to his family. Hoping the wouldn’t see him.

“Come on then!“ you said with a smile, and grabbed his hand causing him to blush. “I have something to show you.“

Damian forgot about his family and let you drag him away from the main hallway and into a small side room. He knew where he was going before you even took him there.

All the famous artist where in the main hall and all the lesser know was in side rooms. He was getting taken to a side room with your art. You were talking ecstatically about your art.

Apparently some anonymous person had bought all your art before the show even started. Damian smiled to himself, proud that he had caused you such glee.

“But that doesn’t matter“ you kept rambling on as the two of you stop in front of a piece of art. “What do you think?“

It was a beautiful piece of a man and a woman under a lamp light in the middle of a city. The two of them where holding hands and kissing, and Damian was at a lost for words.

“I don’t know what to say,“ he whispered.

“How about thank you?“ you said shyly.

Damian turned to you in confusion. You were blushing and not looking at him.

“What do you mean?“

“Well . . .I. . .umm.. ..aaa made it for you.“ you quickly whispered still not looking at him.

Damian reach out and lightly turned you face towards him.

“Say that again, my love.“

Now you were a bright shade of red and still not meeting his eyes but you said it again, but this time a little louder.

“I made it for you.“

“You didn’t have to.“ Damian said matching your voice level.

“Well you always say you want a piece but whenever I have a show all the art is sold before you ever get one, so I told the studio that all of them but this one is for sale because it saw going to go to you.“ You spoke so fast and all at once. Damian that it was cute when you got all fluster but he knew that if he didn’t stop you would have keep rambling until you ran out of breath. Damian politely cut you cut by putting one finger on your lips.

“It beautiful and I love it Y/N, but I have a confession to make.“

“You do?“ you said looking up at his with your mesmerizing (eye color) eyes. Damian got lost for a second but tried to quickly recovered.

“I. . .umm.. .aa. . .“

“What is it?“ you looked worried but before Damian could say something, someone else chimed in.

“Yea, Damian,“ a voice said “What is it?“

Never had Damian been filled with more rage then at that second.

The two of you looked up to see Dick, Jason, and Tim lending in on the door way. They had a smug ass look at Damian wanted to punch right off their face.

“Get the hell out of here“ Damian said through gritted teeth, shooting dagger at his brothers.

“Well that would be rude!“ Dick said as he and his brother walked over toward you. “We haven’t even introduced our selves.“

Dick forced himself between the two of you to “shake your hand” but Damian knew it was to piss him off.

“I’m Dick, Damian’s older brother, other there is his other brother Jason,“

Jason waved.

“and his other other brother Tim.“

“Pleasure.“ Tim said taking you hand and kissing it.

You give Damian a weird look.

“You’re related to the Wayne Men.“

“Oh he didn’t tell you that.“ Jason said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around Damian’s neck. “That doesn’t sound like our little Damian.”

“Not at all!“ Tim said with crooked smile.

Damian wanted to kill them all but Dick opened his mouth.

“Well I know something that our little Damian would do!“ Dick said with a smile “He would have told you that he keeps buying all of your art and hanging it in his apartment.“

“When did you go to my apartment!“ Damian snapped.

“On the way over!“ Tim said in a manner of fact voice, and he turned back to you, “And may I say what beautiful pieces they are. I wish Damian would let the world see them.“

“I am going to kill the three of you.“ Damian growled.

“Now, now, Damian!“ Jason said “Didn’t I teach you better than to plan a murder out loud.“

Damian was so beyond done with his brothers bullshit and was about to cruse them out when he saw you straighten up and someone clear their voice.

“Evening, sons“ Bruce said, causing the older boys to jump apart.

Bruce was by himself with a glass of champagne. On the outside he looked like to cool, laid back playboy the media saw but Damian could tell by way he was standing that he was in a mood.

“Hi, Bruce,“ they all said, expect Damian.

“Father.” he said curtly.

“Damian,” Bruce said looking at his son with a cocked eyebrow. “You know we were all going to this party tonight, right? You didn’t need to drive yourself down here tonight, we were waiting for you at your apartment for an hour.”

No, he didn’t know that, but he knew that Bruce was lying about that last part. They had search his apartment not doubt and figured out where he was and decided to make a scene.

“I’m so sorry, Father,“ Damian said matching his fathers gaze. “I didn’t know.“

Bruce signed and looked at his older sons. They were trying their hardest not to do anything draw attention, but they were doing a bad job. They were shooting knowing looks and giggling.

“Got out of here and stop annoying you brother.“ Bruce said putting his face in his hand. The three of them ran out laughing like school boys, leaving Bruce with and annoyed looked.

He turned towards you and took your hand.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced. My name is Bruce Wayne, I’m Damian’s father.“ Bruce said and kissed you hand.

You just stood and started at him, speechless. It took a minute before you spoke, and when you did Damian wanted to die.

“I see,“ you said in a high breathless voice, causing Bruce to raise an eyebrow.

There was another awkward pause before you realized you were supposed to say your name, but instead you rambled.

“Oh, yes... umm... I’m so sorry, I was thinking. It just kind of happened all at once. I am still trying to understand what exactly is-”

Damian moved quietly next to you and grabbed your hand, and spoke for you.

“Y/N,” Damian said in a confident voice meant to tell his father to back down and to help calm you down. “They are a pretty amazing artist, and the person I love.“

Bruce looked at you and then to his son and gave a soft smile.

“Well, it is nice to have finally have met you, Y/N,“ Bruce said “I hope to see you at the manor sometime soon.“

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Paper Rings (Ben Hardy x reader)

Hello!!! First of all: Thank you to @queen-irl-af for beta reading and helping me out!! Love ya! Second! I used the song Paper Rings by Taylor Swift as the main inspiration so give it a listen

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Warnings: There is slight smut so 18+ only, please. If I find out you’re underage I will have to block you! Also fluff, angst, and fluff. It’s kinda cute

Word Count: 5.8K

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The house was foggy with smoke. When your friend invited you to this party you didn’t realize that people would basically just be smoking weed the whole time. Now you were stuck sitting in the corner with a drink in your hand, watching as your friend, and ride, climb high enough to cloud nine. You swiped out your phone and groaned when you realized it was dead. Taking the final sip of your drink you stood to pour yourself another one. You grabbed a drink and started to pour when you glanced outside. There was a guy out there, smoking what looked like a cigarette and just looking up at the sky. You grabbed your drink and walked towards him. When you opened the door, he glanced back at you nodding in acknowledgment. You shot him a smile and wrapped your arms around yourself, it was colder than you’d thought I’d be.

“Cold in’nit,” he commented, bringing his cigarette to his mouth.

“Yeah.” You shivered and glanced up at the sky. “Moon looks nice.”

He shrugged and blew out some smoke. You gave him a sideways glance before walking over to one of the patio chairs to sit down. The smoke from his cigarette was nauseating but not as bad as the pungent smell of the weed inside. You took a moment to take him in. Up close you could tell he was quite attractive. His eyes were a unique color of green and he had blonde hair with a few curls in it. You could tell he was fit under his clothes and you felt drawn to him.

“Not your scene?” he asked, nodding inside. You glanced up at him, breaking out of your observation.

You shook your head. “Smoking anything usually makes me sick.”

“Go home,” he suggested.

“My ride is high as a kite right now,” you explained with a chuckle. “So, I guess I’m stuck here.” He put out his cigarette and threw it in the trashcan outside. “What about you?”

“My vice is cigarettes. I’ll get high every now and then but not nearly as often,” he replied. “I’m Ben Jones by the way.”

You looked up at him; he was holding out his hand to you, so you took it. “(Y/N).”

His hand was slightly calloused and brushed your hand the right way, sending a shock down your arm. You swallowed thickly looked at his emerald eyes. He let go and cleared his throat.

“I’m friends with Rog,” he explained. “My flatmate first year.”

“Cheryl’s my friend,” you offered. “I think she’s got a thing for Rog.”

“Is she the chick with blonde highlights?” he questioned looking through the glass door.

You furrowed your eyebrows standing up to stand next to him. There in Roger’s lap was Cheryl practically eating his face off. His hand was on her breast as they swallowed each other and you groaned, officially coming to terms with your fate.

“That’s her,” you conceded, putting your face in your hands. He laughed and brought a hand to your shoulder in comfort. The shock was back, sending electricity down your back. You looked over at him, a smile on your lips and a lip between your teeth. He licked his lips and smirked at you. Boy, the smirk was really doing something to you. He turned towards you, shortening the distance between the two o fup.

“You live far?” he murmured, his breath fanning across your face.Your heart was pounding as you shook your head, staring up at him through your eyelashes and he continued. “Maybe I can take you home.”

You raised an eyebrow and he copied, as if challenging you to resist him. Of course, how could you say no to the magnetic pull that was taking force on you?

“Please,” you answered, your own playful smirk on your face. “Take me home.”

His smirk turned into a smile and he reached won to grab your hand. You gasped and almost spilt your drink as he tugged you inside.

“Slow down!” you shouted, trying not to laugh.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized, coming to a stop.

You gulped down the rest of your drink and threw your cup onto the counter. “Okay, let’s go.”

The two of you run out of the house to his car. The second you shut your door you reach over and grab his shirt bringing him to your lips. He brought his hand to the back of your head, roughly smashing you further into him. You bit his bottom lip and pulled back slightly.

“Take me home.”

The second you got to his house, he had you against the wall. His lips touching every inch of exposed skin. Every kiss left fire in it’s wake and you felt like you would burn down. He pulled back enough to pull your shirt over your head but then immediately latched his lips back to your throat. His hands reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your arms to the floor.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” He sighed, pulling back to look at you. You felt so adored under his gaze; the way he looked at you was so adoring it made your breath catch in your throat.

He brought his lips down to your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You let a moan out of your mouth tangling your fingers in his hair. You found you hips bucking forward, looking for some kind of friction. Ben slotted a leg between yours allowing you to grind against his thigh as he suckled on your breast. He moved his lips right above your nipples and suck a mark into your skin, causing you to whimper. He pressed one more kiss to it before moving up to kiss your lips again.

“Please just fuck me,” you groaned against his lips.

He smirked and pulled you away from the wall. “That can be arranged.”

The rest of the night was a blur of pleasure. But the whole time, it felt so different from your other hookups. He was so loving and delicate. Every step of the way making sure you were okay and comfortable. When it was done, he made sure to clean up and take care of you before collapsing next to you. You laid awake starring at the ceiling, breathless. Who was this guy? Ben… Ben who? You needed to get up and charge your phone so you could get out of here.

You glanced over at the man next to you satisfied that he was truly asleep before getting up and wandering around the room. Next to his bed you found and out lit with a plug in it and plugged your phone in. He mumbled in his sleep on the bed but didn’t stir as you waited for your phone to turn back on. Eventually, it lit up in the dark and you glanced over at Ben to make sure he didn’t wake up. So far you were in the clear. Once your phone loaded up, you went to google maps to see how far your house was. It wasn’t far, the lyft wouldn’t be too much.

The closest lyft was 10 minutes away, so you had some time. Now, who was this guy? He said his name was Ben… but Ben what? You looked over at him to make sure he was still passed out before crawling to look at his wallet. Broke, not that you were going to take his money. There was his ID. Ben Jones. Ben Jones was the name of the incredibly attractive man snoring loudly on the bed next to you.

Then your phone dinged, letting you know your lyft was close. You felt kinda bad, but you couldn’t stay there. Instead, you wrote a note. Grabbing a pen from his kitchen you scribbled a note on a piece of paper.

Thanks for the great night, maybe see you around.

X (Y/N)

The next morning, you woke up with a headache. You groaned and looked over at the clock; it was noon. You furrowed your eyebrows and put a hand to your forehead. Then in through the door came Cheryl.

“Where the fuck were you last night?” she screeched, glaring at you.

“Shut up! Shut up!” you grumbled at her, your head pounding.

She came over to the side of the bed and sat down.

“You ditched me!” she continued loudly. You rolled over and put your pillow on your head to block her out. “Where did you go?”

Then it came back to you. Going outside, leaving with that guy, oh my god. Ben. Ben Jones. The amazingly attractive man you had sex with last night. You sat up and looked over at Cheryl.

“What?”

“What do you know about Ben Jones?” you asked hesitantly.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

“You didn’t…” she gasped. You buried your face in your hands and she squealed causing you to cringe again. “Ben Jones? As in rugby playing actor Ben Jones?” You reached over and grabbed your phone, ow at 100%, you opened Instagram. “I almost got with Roger, but he forgot my name. Called me Charlotte or something.”

She kept talking but you tuned her out, looking up “Ben Jones” on Instagram. He popped up quickly, pictures of him playing rugby and ads for shows he was in littered his feed. He was, without a doubt, quite attractive. But there was also something childish in his eyes. A goofy look in his smile. You found yourself smiling to yourself.

“Are you even listening to me?” Cheryl humphed. You mumbled an apology before throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. “Where are you going?”

“We’re out of milk!” you called back to her. Really you just had to get out of the house. You had to get some fresh air and call Joe.

“If you’re going to the store, can you get some cheese too? I need to make my quiche!”

You headed out into the London air. The first thing you did was call Joe. Joe had been your friend since you were little. Your best friend to be exact.

“Joe!” you shouted when he answered.

“Dear God, don’t shout into the phone,” he retorted. “What’s going on?”

You told him everything. The party and everything that happened after. The intimate moments with Ben that were delicate and careful. The way his touch sent flames down your spine. Finding out he was a rugby player and, most importantly, how his stupid goofy smile wouldn’t leave your mind.

“Damn, you’ve been in London for one semester and you’re already fitting in!” he commented.

“Shut up, totally not the right thing to be focusing on right now!” you hissed. “The problem is I left this morning and now I don’t have any way to find him.”

“Did you—”

“Yes, I stalked him on the internet,” you interrupted. “He’s a certified hottie.”

“Well chica, maybe message him,” Joe suggested.

You cringed, walking into the supermarket. “Not exactly subtle, Joe.”

Joe scoffed over the phone and you made your way to the cheese aisle. Cheryl’s cheese choices were very specific and had to be a certain brand or she’d make you go back, and that was not your ideal day.

“Are you going for subtly?” he asked.

You grunted, grabbing the cheese you know she likes before heading to the dairy section. As you turned the corner, and froze, turning right back into the aisle.

“Joe, omigod, he’s right there,” you growled into the phone. “what do I do?”

Joe laughed loudly and you frowned. “Okay, don’t worry, just don’t give him a cold shoulder, that’ll make your situation even worse. Maybe say something, did he see you?”

You peaked around the corner again and he was still looking at some bottles of wine. Lord, his eyes were almost as green as the wine bottles. You pulled back into the aisle, smiling at an elderly woman as she walked back.

“I don’t think so,” you told him.

“Okay here’s what you’re gonna do,” Joe started. “You’re gonna walk up to him and casually tell him that you want him to wreck you every night for the rest of your life.”

“JOE!” you whisper shouted.

“Am I wrong?” he defended. “Now go and call me back later.”

Then he hung up and you cursed under your breath. Then you sucked a large breath and walk out of the aisle. You approached him and he looked up. His eyes flashed with recognition, and a smirk started to come over his lips. Flashes of the night before hitting you hard. His lips on your chest, on your stomach, on your thighs, on your... oh lord. And you panicked. And instead of walking towards him, you walked right past him, feeling his eyes follow you past him. You mentally slapped your forehead and turned around, but he was gone.

“Fuck.”

You didn’t see him again for a few weeks, maybe a month when Cheryl invited you to another party. You were hesitant to go, not wanting a repeat of last time but she wore you down. And again you found yourself standing by yourself in a corner. You took out your phone and you swore it was déjà vu. Your damn phone was almost dead, again.

“You need a charger?” a deep voice behind offered. You turned and saw him, and those deep eyes. You nodded, suddenly finding your voice gone. “Ah, so you do remember me.”

You scrunched your mouth into a smile. “Ben… right.”

“That’s right, (Y/N),” he chuckled. The way he said your name sent a shiver down your back. “Thought you might’ve been too drunk to remember.”

You frowned, that was rude. “I had only had one drink,” You defended.

“Oh, was that rude?” He raised his eyebrows, a playful look in his eyes. “I was confused because I saw you in the supermarket, the next day. And you gave me a cold shoulder.”

Fuck. He had you on a line and you took the bait. He held out a charger to you and you took it, deliberately brushing your fingers against his, trying not to show the effect he was having on you. You turned from him and started searching for a plug.

“Nothing to say to that?” he prompted, hoping to reel you in.

“What can I say?” you returned over your shoulder. “Sorry I hurt your feelings.”

He let out a huff of air, smiling at you. Two could play at this game. The only question was who would cave first. But who knew if he’d been thinking about you like you’d been thinking about him? All you could do was hope and pray you didn’t make a fool out of yourself again. You finally found a plug and got your phone charging before turning back to Ben, who had been following you around.

“What brings you back out to the party?” he asks, leaning against the wall.

You smiled coyly at him. “Something in air, I guess. And you?”

“Call it intuition,” he replied, a smirk pasted on his face.

God you wanted him. You wanted to feel the same passion you had last time. You wanted to feel his hands roam your body, sending flames spiraling around your body. That couldn’t have been the same feeling you had every time you hooked up with someone. But you couldn’t let it be that easy no matter how much you wanted it. And you could feel his want too, it was practically radiating off of him. But the longer you made him wait, the better it would feel.

“Wow, great minds… huh,” you quipped.

“Suppose so,” he answered.

There was silence between you. An eye game. His eyes were darting between your eyes and your lips and your body. Yours stayed put on his eyes, watching him as he looked you over. God you wanted him. His lips were so perfect and you wanted to feel them all over your body.

“So, do you want to…” He motioned with his hand towards the door. You had him right where you wanted him, and you knew what you had to do, no matter how much your body was telling you to do the opposite.

“Actually, no… I don’t think so,” you replied simply.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I promised Cheryl that I wouldn’t leave this time,” you explained, the smirk not leaving your face.

“I see… I see…” He raised his hands in submission. And though you could tell he was trying to act nonchalant, there was a hint of disappointment behind his eyes. That made you hesitant but you couldn’t go back now. “Well, I guess I’ll head out then, see you around?”

“Maybe,” you lipped, smiling at him.

“I like maybe…” His green eyes flickered with playfulness, the disappointment leaving slightly. “But let me tell you, I will see you again.”

And with that he was gone, and the second he was, you took a breath for the first time in, what felt like, an hour. It took everything you had not to let him have you again, but you made it. You hoped that he would keep up on his promise and you would see him soon, but you didn’t see him for another month.

You were studying for winter finals at the library. It had been a frustrating study session. You’d been in there all afternoon and still couldn’t wrap your head around the subject. Across from you the chair pulled out and someone sat down. At first you didn’t pay much attention to them but then they slide a muffin and a steamy drink across the table to you. You looked up and it was Ben. Your eyes widened and he smirked.

“Hi,” you greeted, giving him a small wave.

“Hey, love, how are you?” he asked, looking down at your book then up at you.

You frowned, pushing the book away. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile before leaning back in his chair. You were more than surprised to see him there. It realized you went to the same school as him, but you’d never run into him before. And he’d spent his money on you. You pulled the drink and muffin towards yourself.

“It’s hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin,” he told you. “Chocolate always helps me relax so I thought—”

“No, Ben it’s great, thank you so much,” you replied genuinely.

“I also heard orgasms help with stress.”

You almost spit out your sip of hot chocolate, getting some drops of your drinks on your notes. You sputtered, trying to think of a reply, desperately cleaning your notes up. But when you looked back up at him he was laughing heartily at you.

“I’m joking, love,” he chuckled. “Mainly… unless you want to…”

“Not at the moment,” you growled, a hint of amusement making its way into your voice. “But ask me tomorrow.”

He smiled, his stupid dorky smile when he got something he wanted. He leaned on his forearms, bringing himself closer to you. You continued to look at him as you brought the hot chocolate back to your mouth. You slowly bring your book back to yourself trying to subtly go back to studying.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’ll just be here,” he told you, motioning for you to continue studying.

You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly confused as to why he would just want to sit there and watch you study but he looked perfectly happy. So, you continued studying; picking at your muffin and flipping through the pages. Suddenly, things were starting to make sense and you realized, Ben’s presence was calming. He just sat there scrolling on his phone, looking up at you every now and then. But still, he was like a white noise, keeping you focused. Eventually, you felt content with your studying and closed your book.

“So, what can I do to pay you back for the sustenance?” you asked, grabbing you back to pull out your purse.

“Be my date.” He answered almost immediately. “To Roger’s party this weekend I mean.” Your mouth dropped and you found yourself at a loss for words. “I mean, please? I feel like we always end up together anyway.”

You found yourself in a staring contest with him. You couldn’t deny the want you felt whenever you were around him. It felt like a magnet pulling you towards him and you wanted to be on his arm the whole night. Laughing with him, drinking with him, falling asleep on his arm. So, what was the harm? He was asking you.

“Okay.”

The day of the party came a lot quicker than you expected. Your finals were over, your bags were packed and all you had left was this party. Not that you weren’t excited to go, you always loved a party and now you had Ben as your so-called ‘date’, so what could go wrong. You just wore some jeans and a nice sweater you had. Ben was at your apartment at 7 ready to take you to Roger’s house.

“Wow, you look great,” he complimented you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you turned around to avoid letting him see. “Will Cheryl be there?”

“No, she’s already headed home for the winter. Left last night,” you informed him. This left the house empty in the case that something may happen with you and Ben. You planned this, and Cheryl was ecstatic.

“Oh, so house is empty?” he asked.

“Yup.”

“Ah.”

Silence. Then he held out his hand to you and you took it. He held you close as you walked through the London night. It was freezing. Snow covered the ground from an earlier flurry and the roads were barren save for ice. Ben was bundled up nicely while you found your sweater failing you, causing you to shiver in the cold.

“Oh, love,” he chuckled, pulling his jacket off his shoulders to drape over your shoulders. You thanked him softly, pulling the jacket closer around yourself. It smelt good. Like warmth with an undertone of cigarettes. It smelt like him.

Not much later you arrived at Roger’s house. Ben dragged you inside, waving and high fiving people along the way, but keeping his hand in yours the whole time. Eventually, you found your way to a free couch where Ben dropped you off.

“You want a drink?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“Sure,” you replied. He smiled at you and walked off to find you a drink. You felt happy. It was weird to think that a guy you hooked up with once a few months ago was now playing a game of cat and mouse with you. But you were ready to be done playing. And maybe tonight you’d be lucky.

A few other kids from school came and sat around you, smiling politely. You returned the smile and shifting to find a comfortable position.

“So, you’re here with Ben?” one of them asked. It was one of the boys. You just nodded. “He’s dope.”

“What’s your name?” a girl to your left asked.

“(Y/N),” you told her. She seemed nice enough, but you still wished Ben were nearby.

“Oh, you’re Cheryl’s roommate, right?” she exclaimed

You nodded again. “Yeah!”

Then Ben returned, carrying two drinks. He hoped over the couch, sliding his arm around you as he sat down.

“Hey Rach! How are you,” he asked politely, handing you your drink. You moved into his side more and you didn’t see it, but that made him smile.

“I’m good! Stephen and I were just introducing yourself to your date.” She gave you a look, moving her shoulder in a cheeky fashion.

“Is Kelvin here?” Ben asked.

She shook her head no, letting Stephen answer. “He still has a final tomorrow morning.”

“Sucks to suck I guess,” Ben joked, causing them to laugh. You smiled, watching their interaction. He was so natural with other people. Everyone felt at ease around him and you could understand why. Rachel and Stephen took their leave of you, leaving you and Ben sitting on the couch together. He looked down at you as you looked around the party.

“You look lost, love,” he told you.

“Sorry, I’ve just never been in the thick of a party before,” you admitted. “I’m usually with Cheryl and she usually abandons me, and I end up—”

“In the backyard with a stranger?” he finished; his eyes playful.

“Exactly,” you answered.

He laughed, reverberating in his chest and you could feel it. You let a blush come over your face as he took a sip of his drink. He hummed, letting you know he had something he wanted to say.

“What do you do?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“Like, other than come to parties, study and go to the supermarket, I don’t really know anything about you,” he pointed out.

“Oh, uh… I mean I’m a Journalism major with a minor in Film and Art,” you told him. “I’m from the States… New York actually. That’s where my friend Joe lives…” He nodded for you to continue. “Um… I grew up in Albany, which is the capital of New York. But my family moved to the city after my brother moved out?

“How old is your brother?” he asked.

“25 now. He’s an Engineer. Runs some engineering firm in Philadelphia,” you explained. “He’s very smart. Smarter than I am.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Ben interrupted.

“It’s just the truth.” You shrugged. “It’s fine. But I had to get away from my parents. Who have no trouble telling me how much better he is than me.” You blushed again. “Sorry, that was too much info.”

“No, it wasn’t, you can keep telling me everything,” Ben encouraged.

You looked at him, no hint of insincerity. And you did want to tell him everything. But just as you were, Roger rushed into the room.

“EVERYONE IN THE POOL!” he shouted before racing outside.

“He’s joking, right? Its freezing outside,” you cried. But as you were talking, Ben pulled you up and started dragging you outside. “No! BEN NO!

He laughed and let go walking back towards the pool. “Let go, love. Let’s live a little tonight!”

And with that, he slipped off his sweater, and you struggled not to let your eyes bug out. He tucked his feet into a cannonball landing with a splash. You watched with wide eyes as he reemerged, shouting at the cold, but motioned for you to join him. You turned away, closing your eyes, silently battling yourself. But then you turned back around and saw him again. Him and his silly smile and his green eyes. And you couldn’t help yourself. Off you ran. And with a great jump, you splashed in after him. As soon as you hit the cold, you felt your whole body freeze up. Your clothes clung to your body and you felt the warmth leaving you.

You breached the surface, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” You shouted, looking for something to grab onto; to provide warmth.

“Love, love, calm down, c’mere.” Ben’s voice washed over you and you found yourself grabbing onto him. He wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you into his chest. His chest wasn’t much warmer, but you still felt yourself heating up. More people came crashing into the pool, but you found yourself unable to see them. Just Ben and his eyes. He put his chin on top of your head, holding you tightly, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“This isn’t safe,” you chattered, your teeth shaking. Ben just laughed and reached down to grab your legs, carrying you to the side of the pool. He sat you down on the top step resting his hands on either side of your hips.

“I’ll let you borrow my sweater,” he told you. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you. You shivered, your whole body shaking. “Oh, love, you’re turning blue.”

You glared at him, moving to rest your head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, allowing you to focus on something other than the cold. He pulled you back slightly and grabbed your hand, starting to leave the pool.

“Let’s get you warmed up, yeah?” he murmured, pulling you up and out of the water. He picked up his sweater and found you a towel, pulling it around your arms.

Once you were dried off, you found yourself in Ben’s white sweater sitting in a hallway across from Ben. He still had a towel around his bare body, his sweater currently being used by yourself.

“Thank you, Ben,” you said, smiling. “Tonight, has been surprisingly fun.”

“Oh, the fun is just beginning,” he teased, poking your toe with his. The music in the main room was dully playing in the background. You blushed, looking down into your lap. “What’s wrong, love?”

You looked up at him, his green eyes shining with concern. And you really couldn’t take it anymore. You crawled towards him on all fours, his eyes widening with surprise, you settled yourself on his thighs, straddling his waist. He hands came to rest on your hips, cocking his head. It was a question and he wanted you to answer first. To let him know this was okay. So, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. This kiss was different from the frantic, horny kiss that you had in the car the first time you met him. This was slower, more languid than before. His lips moved slowly against yours, one of his hands coming up to push back some of your hair.

You slide your hands up his chest, leaning into him more. You moaned when he started to move his lips down your jaw, sucking a mark into the space right behind your ear. You brought your hands up to tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, eliciting a moan from him. You felt your breathing start to pick up and Ben moved his hands under your sweater. You moved your hands down to pull them up to your bra, giving him the permission he needed. But he still pulled back and looked at you.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he assured. His eyes were blown open and his lips were swollen. But he was still checking on you.

“Yes.”

And he went back in, this time the lust returned. It was heated and full of passion. He pulled your breasts out of your bra, massaging them slowly. You threw your head back, whimpering and panting heavily. Ben latched his lips to your collar, now exposed to him. The feeling of his thumbs brushing over your tits and his fingers digging into the flesh, along with his lips suck and nipping at the most sensitive areas on your neck left you weak. You let yourself go all but limp in his arms, letting him do what he wanted, letting the amazing feelings wash over you.

Soon, you found yourself in the same place you were two months ago. Laying in bed, now your bed, next to Ben. But this time you weren’t hurried to leave. Ben was lying next to you, one hand behind his head the other holding his phone. You were on your side, watching him, eyes furrowed in thought.

“What?” Ben asked, not looking over at you.

“Huh?”

“You’re looking at me.”

“Oh, I um…”

“(Y/N).” He put down his phone a looked over at you.

You looked down, tracing your finger in your sheets. “You didn’t…” You sighed, feeling stupid. “You didn’t just ask me to Roger’s party cause you wanted to have sex with me, right?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and turned on his side. “I mean, that was part of it.” And with that you felt your heart breaking a little. Fuck. He didn’t actually like you. He just wanted to fuck you. “But not all of it. Actually, most of it is because I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” Your mouth parted slightly. “Your face, your voice, your laugh, for some reason, you were stuck. And then I saw you the next day and you… ya know.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, covering your face with your hand.

“I’m an idiot, I hope you know that,” you told him, peaking through one of your fingers. “I saw you and wanted to talk to you but I panicked!”

He chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay, I wasn’t going to let you get away.” He continued. “But I knew I wanted to see you again. And I saw you at that other party. Then I kinda was just looking for sex… but I was hoping you’d stay that time, and I’d make you breakfast and get to know you.” He blushed. “But you had Cheryl, so I knew I had to get you to come with me. As my date, somewhere. “So when Rog told me about this party, I knew I had to take you and the rest is history.” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to lay down on his chest.

You snuggled into his side, looping your leg with his. “Well, maybe we can make breakfast together tomorrow morning.”

“You won’t leave me again?” he asked, looking down at you.

You crawled up to him and connected your lips in a soft, heartfelt kiss. When you pulled back, Ben kept his eyes closed, a smile gracing his features.

“Never.”

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Inferno Chapter Two

Part Three 🔥

Yandere! Dabi

A/N. This is kinda long oops. This series is more of a build up to the big picture unlike Ice Box. Thank you for reading! (All parts under Inferno tag! Chapter One can be found under the Icebox tag! )

The chips Dabi gave you were heaven in a bag compared to the hospital food. Youre stomach was satisfied and youre eyes were watering from the taste. You were so content, even if it was for a brief moment. Nothing mattered right now. Not the pain youre arm was giving you , not the distance from youre family and peers , nothing. It was bliss.

The rest of the day was pretty boring , except youre nurse seemed a little more distant than usual. She asked how old you were and if you sign some papers . You refused and the look on her face changed from false concern to annoyed. She explained that it was important but you did want to sign without reading first. She left the room in a huff and you tried to forget about it . Night time rolled around and you laid in bed rubbing youre arm watching the moon shine outside. Little did you know though , that youre door was open slightly and someone was watching you.

The next morning youre nurse came and dropped off youre pills and left. You tried to stop her to tell her youre arm was hurting but she ignored you slamming the door. You flinched looking at youre bandage . The cloth under it had dried out and itched a bit . Should you do it youreself? Whats her problem? She forgot youre breakfast again tio. You sighed down at the pills before taking them and looked outside, forming little ice cubes in youre hand.

Youre stomach was angry by the afternoon , you could feel the pills and water sitting in youre aching empty stomach . You did not want to call the desk but... you were feeling light headed with little to no food besides the chips. Where was Aizawa? Did he not care......did anyone care....

The door creeped open and you smelled WacDonalds. Instantly youre head turned and youre stomach ached. You heard the door shut and a ‘click’ sound. It was Dabi , the nurse from the floor under you. He had a bag of food with him.

“Dabi!!! “ you sat up feeling youre mood skyrocket to the moon. He cared, he was the only one who cared.

“Hey Y/N , hungry?” He chuckled holding the bag up walking over to you. He pllaced the bag next to you and went to the other side of the bed inspecting youre bandage. It was turning a ugly red color and leaking under the cloth.

You dug into the bag whining in total bliss. The fries the burger the soda... all of it was euphoric to you. You looked up at Dabi thanking him over and over he only smiled behind his mask and pat youre head.

“Of course Y/N, but you seem awfully hungry. Did youre nurse get you breakfast? And this bandage looks.. not good.”

“No she.. started acting weird when i would not sign a paper for her yesterday. After that happened she got more distant with me. “

“Y/N, ill explain after you eat so just enjoy youre food. Im going to check youre mark.”

He sounded.. angry. Like he was gritting his teeth. But you paid no mind to it as you dug into youre delicious food. Dabi cut the bandage off and had to pry the dried cloth off of youre arm. The mark looked worse now , it was irritated and imflammed again. You looked at the mark and you felt youre mood drop and you had flashbacks for a second..

That laugh.. his grin.... “Youre doing so good Y/N! Im almost done...”

You whined and Dabi looked at you, he cupped youre cheek gently turning you towards him . “Ill clean this up for you. But you cant have it wrapped till tomorrow.”

“Sure..” you were lost in his eyes . Those striking blue eyes.

You had finished youre food after a few minutes tossing the bag and empty drink in the nearby trash bag while Dabi cleaned youre mark. It stung.. a lot and you were really starting to think it would never heal. After Dabi finished he went to the other side of the bed sitting down, he was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands together.

“Y/N... they want to put you in psych ward..i heard the nurses. They think you are crazy, they dont believe you did not do this to youreself. “

You leaned towards him to fast and youre lungs did not respond well. You caughed hard and Dabi got up grabbing you. He sat down on the bed holding youre head to his chest .

You cried and dug youre hands into his scrubs shirt. “Im not crazy... it happened.. it really happened i... i dont know what to do.. no one even comes to see me anymore.”

Dabi pet youre head and lifted youre chin with his other hand, he stared in youre watery eyes and you moved youre lips closer to his. Dabi moaned pulling you closer squeezing you for a second .

“I know youre not crazy Y/N. .. “ he pulled away bringing his hand up to his mask slipping his index finger in at the top. “Listen Y/N. Im going to show you.. me. I dont want you to be scared.”

“Why.. why would i be scared?” You were flustered and aroused, you wanted more of this man and you could not think straight.

Dabi pulled his mask down revealing his scars and staples. He looked down . “Im a monster”

You grabbed his hand making him look at you.

“No.. no Dabi. Youre beautiful. A beautiful man.. who understands me. Cares....”

He chuckled pulling you back to him. He kissed you gently and lovingly.

Crack.

Did you just hear something? It felt like something broke off. Probably nothing.

Dabi hugged you , a very devilish smirk across his face.

Slowly Dabi let go of you getting up, you grabbed his hand and he fixed his mask. “I will be back tomorrow. Promise” He said soothingly. You frowned letting go and watching him leave. Tomorrow, he said he would be back tomorrow.

That night youre nurse was clocking out and going to the front entrance , she left going to her car and saw Dabi leaning on it.

“Uhm excuse me? Can i help you? Where did you get those scrubs?!, ive never seen you at the hospital before!!!” She asked scared

Dabi held his hand up , blue fire dancing in the center., “youve been neglecting my precious Y/N.” The fire shot to her instantly catching. He pushed himself off the car walking down the street and lighting a cigarette.

#dabi x reader #yandere dabi #inferno #Icebox #ice box

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datninjalyfe · 4 years

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Hotter of the Two

“Damn, who pissed in your cocopuffs this morning?” Yoyo asked as Katsuki approached him.

Yoyo had texted Katsuki in the middle of his fight with Todoroki since classes were cancelled. The shopping date that was promised to Yoyo weeks ago had been pushed back so many times and Yoyo had sent the text that read: I swear to the almighty goddess of bitchiness herself, you don’t want to know the consequences if we have to postpone one more time….you better be on your way!

Katsuki left the fight with Todoroki. Right after the fucking bastard had confessed his feelings. Does Deku know? Katsuki felt like he already knew the answer to that. Izuku told him one month—but that month ended tomorrow.

As Katsuki got closer to Yoyo, he could hear Yoyo counting something in his backpack very loudly. “One, two, three—fuck, I messed up. One, two, three, four—where’s the blue one?!” He pulled out a small blue clutch and stuck it back into the sack, rummaging through his backpack once more. “FUCKING ONE, FUCKING TWO—,”

“You said before that there was someone else who was gay.” Katsuki interrupted him. “That there was another second year who was closeted.”

Yoyo stopped and looked over at him. “Yeah, and?”

“It was Todoroki, wasn’t it?” For Katsuki, it wasn’t so much a question as it was a direct statement.

Yoyo’s white hair tousled in the breeze. Ignoring Katsuki’s question, he just said, “Fuck, you made me lose count.” He was quiet as he just stared into his backpack. “You want to do this or not?”

Katsuki tapped his foot. “He just told me he loves Deku.” No, Deku is mine! His chest pumped heat through his arms, into his hands. The pressure of the heat hurt his wrists to try and stop it, so he just let out a large blast. “Fuck!” he pointed his hands away from him and Yoyo, releasing the heat from his palm. Yoyo was suddenly up and in his hand placed a tiny doll. “What the fuck is that?!” Yoyo’s eyes flashed a purple color and Katsuki’s whole body went so cold, he shivered. His quirk stopped and held the heat in his wrists. “Ow, that’s really fucking hot, dammit!” Yoyo’s eyes flashed again and the heat spilled out of his hands, igniting his sweat in smaller pops.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to cause a scene.” Yoyo said, taking his doll back and closing his eyes.

“That—was your quirk?” Katsuki asked. Yoyo nodded, biting his tongue and closing one eye.

“I worked on that particular move for a year when I first got here. Was a bitch to master, but once I got it, I got it, if you know what I’m saying.” Yoyo flicked his hair back before quietly saying, “Yeah, it was Shoto. He told me there was someone he liked and then something about his father wouldn’t accept him. I don’t know, it was just really heartbreaking that he remained in the closet. Which is why I’m so proud of you for coming out!”

“I didn’t though, I was outed, asshole, in case you needed reminding. Were you two were a thing?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, if you can even call it that much. But it’s interesting that my old play toy likes your current play toy, no?” He laughed, his white teeth shining against his dark skin. Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Oh, right, I forgot, you’re really his play toy! Maybe we should elope! Show ‘em what’s what!”

Katsuki chuckled. “You’d like that too much.”

Yoyo zipped up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. They started walking. “It would be the best day of your life.”

—

That evening, the majority of the class hung out in the common room, all huddled around a TV, watching Kirishima play an online first-person shooter. The room was filled with loud shouts of, “No, behind you!” “Over there!” “Throw the grenade!” “Damn, yeah, get it, boyyyyyy!” Katsuki had taken a picture with his phone and posted it, using the hashtag for the video game they were playing. Izuku was the first to like it, which made Katsuki smile.

“I got him! I got him!” Kirishima yelled, frantically hitting buttons on the controller. He didn’t. He was hit with a sniper from another area entirely. Everyone sighed loudly and Kirishima passed the controller to Sero.

“Right then, this is how a real man dominates!” Sero said, taking the controller, but then yelled out, “Who the fuck plays inverted?!”

“My Dad plays inverted. It’s how I was raised!” Kirishima yelled back. Katsuki intently watched the TV, looking between that and Izuku who sat on the other side of the couch, Iida sitting in between the two of them. Occasionally, the two would look at each other, Katsuki would give him a wink and Izuku would smile, his freckles getting darker from his face turning pink.

“Bakugou, eyes forward!” Iida told him, catching him staring at Izuku.

“My eyes were forward!” Katsuki yelled.

“So.” Kirishima said, sitting down in between Katsuki and Iida, making the couch cramped. “Since you’re gay, how hot am I exactly?”

“Yeah, Bakugou, who’s hotter, me or Kirishima?” Kaminari asked playfully.

Katsuki looked over at Kirishima, pushing his head away. “I’m not gay, assholes. If you’re going to give me a label, you could at least get it right. And neither of you, you losers are ugly as hell.” he responded.

“I definitely think I’m hotter than you.” Kirishima said, pointing at his head. “My hair is red.”

“Yeah because you dye it, dumbass. Look at your hands, it looks like you killed someone!” Kaminari told him. His hair had changed color a few nights ago, but didn’t use the gloves and his hands were covered in red hair dye that had just begun to fade. Kaminari continued, “Midoriya, who’s hotter, me or Kirishima?”

Izuku’s face turned bright red. “Leave him out of this, assholes. We don’t look at you that way.” Katsuki said, trying to get the attention off of Izuku.

“Yeah, Bakugou, you’re too much of a pussy to tell us who’s the hottest.” Mineta taunted him, his lisp making his perverted face that much worse.

“It sure as hell isn’t you, sticky balls.” Katsuki said, standing up and looking down at his three-foot-tall acquaintance. “You’re at the bottom of the list.”

“No way!” Mineta said. “I’m at least 4 times hotter than Tokoyami!”

“Excuse me!” Tokoyami said, lifting his beak up to glare at Mineta from across the room. Dark Shadow peered over his shoulder, also glaring at Mineta.

“We’re really not doing this.” Izuku said. “No one wants to be called ugly.”

“We are certainly not doing this!” Iida said, his hands waving like a fan.

“They could at least tell us who’s the hottest out of us all.” Kaminari said. “Just for fun! Come on, tell us who it is, Bakugou!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the plight from Iida to not open his mouth. “Deku, now shut up about it.” He looked at Izuku for a moment before Iida popped between the two of them, shouting at Katsuki for talking when he was told not to.

“Other than him!” Kaminari rolled his eyes, but then looked at the TV screen. “You died twice and didn’t pass the controller?! My turn, give it here!” Kaminari yelled at Sero, who held the controller out of his reach.

“I only had like four seconds to play, the bastard in the tree got me!” Sero said. “One more round, I promise!”

“Midoriya, tell us.” Mineta said. “Who’s the hottest in the class, Midoriya, and you can’t say it’s Bakugou, that’s cheating!”

“I’m just not going to say anything.” Izuku told them, shaking his head quickly.

“But you have someone on your mind, I can see it in your face.” Mineta teased. Katsuki got up to squash the little fucker.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’ll make it so you remain a virgin forever, you little shit—” Katsuki threatened, reaching down grabbing Mineta by the side of his face and lifted him off the ground, but caught Izuku’s gaze. He wasn’t looking at Katsuki, but instead, he followed Izuku’s gaze over by the window where one person was standing. The two looked at each other, smiling as if they knew something everyone else didn’t.

Fuck.

It was Todoroki. Izuku broke the eye contact, looking away and blushing. The same way he did when Katsuki winked at him. Todoroki smiled too, but closed his eyes. Katsuki felt his heart drop and heat run throughout his body. He dropped Mineta, who hit the ground with an oof. “Why don’t you join the group for once, Icy Hot?”

“Not much of a gamer.” Todoroki said, his arms still crossed. They glared at each other from across the room, not saying a word.

“Woah, this just got weird.” Kaminari said.

“Yeah, we were just messing around.” Kirishima said. “Oh, look, Sero just died. Again.”

“I’m going for a walk.” Katsuki said, grabbing his jacket. Katsuki was going to shout something, but thought the better of it. He couldn’t argue it because Izuku was blushing. Instead, Katsuki gritted his teeth, his hands forming fists. “Don’t follow me.”

“C’mon dude, we were messing around!” Kirishima called to him, but he was already halfway out the door. He slammed it closed and kicked the grass as he walked back. He just wanted to clear his head, but he couldn’t shake the jealousy. The feeling that there really could be something between Izuku and Todoroki.

The heat from his chest was too much to handle and the jealousy raged through his hands. Sparks flashed in the dark. “Dammit!” he said, holding both hands against the sides of his body. “Keep it together. They were just messing around.” But the way Izuku looked at him. And the way Todoroki smiled. The words from his fight with Todoroki haunted him: “When your month is over, he’ll see that I’m the better option.”

“Kacchan!” he heard the fluted voice call out. “Kacchan, stop!” Izuku had caught up to him, grabbing his arm. Katsuki could tell he was using a little bit of One-for-All to keep him from walking any further. “Are-are you crying, Kacchan?” Katsuki hadn’t realized the number of tears that rolled down the sides of his cheeks. Izuku held his face, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“You like him, don’t you?” Katsuki asked. He could feel his quirk begin to activate. He could feel his hands sparking up again, knowing full well the answer to that. Everyone liked that Icy Hot bastard. Izuku stood there, quietly, not saying anything. Katsuki pushed his hands away. “You like him, too, right?”

“I admit it, I definitely think he’s attractive, Kacchan. But I felt that way before I knew how you felt about me.” Izuku said. “The more I look at you, the more I realize how much I feel for you. We have something more than what any of us have with the others.” Izuku told him.

“If it were a choice, you would have chosen him.” Katsuki said knowingly. “Everyone fucking would.”

“Kacchan, I would choose you.” Izuku said. In all the years they’d been friends, Izuku had never lied to him. Even through all of Katsuki’s bullying through that time, Izuku continuously told him the truth.

Until that moment.

“You don’t think I can tell when you’re lying to me? I can see straight through that.” Katsuki yelled at him, the words coming through his teeth, trying to breathe in between his cries. You’re hyperventilating, you need to calm down! But he couldn’t stop it. The pain from his heart beat into his quirk, pulsating a fire so strong, Katsuki thought his whole body would explode. “It’s just not fair, Deku.” Katsuki said, tears streaming down his face, trying to stop his quirk from completely overtaking him. “I fucking hate this. We’re the ones who are being chaperoned, we’re the ones who are having to sneak around. I only see you on the weekends now. He gets to see you all the time. All throughout the week. But I fucking can’t? How the fuck are we supposed to be together when it feels like you’re with him?” His mind wandered to Todoroki and the smile they shared.

That smile was gone now. Izuku’s face contorted between hints of frustration and confusion. “That’s not fair. We had all day to be together today, but you went to see Yoyo—,”

Katsuki laughed, knowing there was nothing funny about the situation. “I don’t find Yoyo attractive, Deku. Not like you and Todoroki.”

“No.” Izuku said, his brows furrowed in anger. “Like you find Camie. Who you actually fucked, if we’re going to be resentful.”

Katsuki narrowed his gaze. “Back off, bastard. You know why I did that.”

“To get away from me? Because you couldn’t stand the thought of loving me, your pitiful little Deku?” he took a few steps forward, but Katsuki didn’t move. Instead, he waited until Izuku’s shoes touched his, looking up at him.

“That—that wasn’t it and you know it.” Katsuki tried to breathe, but couldn’t. His body was so hot, he was sure Izuku could feel the conflagration coming from his chest. “I’m tired of this, Deku. He gets to see you all the time and now you don’t come into my room anymore—,”

“That’s not my fault and you know it.” Izuku said slowly. Katsuki dared not breathe, dared not speak. He glared down at Izuku, afraid of saying anything. He didn’t want to lose him, not to Todoroki.

But he couldn’t also stop himself. “Are—are you fucking him, Deku?” Izuku shook his head. “After tomorrow, what’s the point?”

“Tomorrow?” Izuku said, blinking up at him and shaking his head. “What does tomorrow have to do with this?”

Katsuki inhaled deeply before yelling, “Are you serious?! Deku, it’s our one-month anniversary. Where we—how did you put it? Reevaluate our current circumstances?”

Deku was quiet, only saying a tiny, “Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not going to pick me. You’re going to pick him.” Tears streamed down his face. “He’s in your groups at school, you walk with him in the halls, when you have a question about the homework, you ask him.” The furnace of his quirk pulsed through his chest, through Katsuki’s body as he thought about the stare they had in the common room back at the dorm. That fucking smile! His quirk heated through his body, anger and jealousy screamed out of him, “What the fuck do you need me for? To blow you? You haven’t done shit to me—,”

That did it. There was a hard fist to his jaw. Katsuki felt the power of One-for-All, a hard punch, but Katsuki maneuvered, feeling the wet, humid air in his hands ignite. All his jealousy came out of his hands as he pushed a large blast, an explosion so loud, Katsuki felt the ground rumble beneath him, sending Izuku flying backwards, but Izuku jumped up quickly. Katsuki threw another, less powerful, but Izuku dodged the attack, kicking himself into the air. He flipped, adding momentum and came down hard against Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s foot, distracting him with a small blast to his forearm and with his other hand, grabbed the back of Izuku’s head and threw him to the ground, face first.

“Stop it, Deku!” Katsuki snarled, climbing on top of him, pinning him face-down in the grass. Katsuki could hear school alarms in the distance and his vision blurred as his head started to spin.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled, pulling Katsuki off of Izuku. Iida helped Izuku up.

Katsuki was breathing hard, panting, trying to get out of Kirishima’s grip, but his hardening quirk didn’t allow it. It jailed Katsuki, separating him and Izuku. No, not like this. Don’t leave me, not like this.

—

Izuku cried soft tears as Iida helped him up. “I think, it might be time to end it, Midoriya. I know it’s distracting for you, but also for all of us as well.”

Izuku moved his head to look at Katsuki, who was in Kirishima’s grasp. He was trying to escape from Kirishima, like a feral animal that couldn’t be tamed. Kirishima stood his ground, keeping Katsuki back. Izuku’s lips trembled as his eyes welled up with tears. When their eyes met, Izuku gasped, holding his breath. There was a raw, animalistic look in those maroon eyes. An anger that couldn’t be calmed, an emotion that couldn’t be satiated. Izuku couldn’t look away from those eyes, there was something so intense in them, a look he’d never seen from Katsuki.

It was heartbreak.

Katsuki’s breathing slowed and he allowed Kirishima to keep his arms around him as he whispered, “I can’t do this, Deku.” He sank to his knees, taking Kirishima down with him. “Not like this. I know I said I’d give it a month, but I’m giving you everything, all of me. I love you so much, but you can’t even say it back to me. Maybe there’s a reason for that.” Katsuki got up and pushed Kirishima off of him. “I’m done, really.” he told Kirishima and started to walk away from the dorm.

“K-Kacchan.” Izuku said, letting the tears fall down his face. “Please—,”

Izuku moved to go after him, to stop him, but without turning around Katsuki said, “It’s okay. We tried, Deku.” Izuku opened his mouth to argue, to say that they still had one night left together, but Katsuki shook his head. “I can’t do this anymore, Deku. I can’t take it if you leave me. I-I’ll always—” But Katsuki got quiet before shutting his mouth. “I need to clear my head. Four Eyes, make sure you tell Aizawa I’m going home this weekend.”

“Ah?” Iida started to say, but then bowed respectfully. “Yes, of course! Whatever you need.” Izuku watched as Katsuki turned around, grabbing Kirishima by his shirt collar. “We’re going for a walk. I need to clear my head.”

Izuku watched them walk away until they were out of sight, engulfed in the darkness of the night. He waited a moment before he turned around, Iida walking him back to the dorm, helping him up the stairs and opening the door. When he walked into the common room, all his classmates’ eyes burned into him. His chin trembled for a few moments before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, holding his arms. He sobbed incoherently as salty grief poured from his eyes. His vision became hazy, but a hand touched his shoulder. And then another. And then another. More hands of his classmates piled on his other shoulder, his head, his back, until two strong hands took his face, wiping away the pain that ran down his cheeks. Izuku looked up and stared straight into the duo-chromed eyes of Todoroki, who took Izuku into his arms and allowed Izuku to cry into his shoulder.

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Katsuki couldn’t breathe. Kirishima asked where they were going, but he didn’t answer. He held the phone up to his ear and said, “Please be awake—thank fucking hell, please come outside.”

“Sure thing!” the voice said on the other side of the phone. And Yoyo walked outside of the 3-A dorm. He was in white shorts, the same color as his hair. “Oh, no. Trouble in paradise?”

“I—we couldn’t do it, Yoyo.” Katsuki said. “We could never stay together.”

Yoyo held his arms out and Katsuki hugged him, crying into his friend’s chest. “If it’s real, then he’ll stay, honey. And if it’s real, then you’ll want him to.”

END OF PART 1

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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Date Day

This is for Barnesrogersvstheworld 4k challenge. Congrats lady!

Prompt is in bold.

Summary: Steve takes you on a special date and then you have some sexy time after.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (established relationship)

Warnings: Fluffy smut, branding, background mentions to BDSM (not graphic)

Words: 3600

A/N: Very improper tattoo aftercare, if you get a tattoo this is not the correct way to take care of it. But we’re in the MCU so they have better technology/ink then us so suspend some disbelief

A/N 2: This got away from me and ended up super fluffy

“Why so secretive?” You swung your hand forward as you walked, happy it was holding your boyfriend’s. “You’re up to something.”

“Why do I have to be up to something? Can’t I just want to enjoy a nice walk with my beautiful girlfriend?” Steve shook his head.

“The past two years I think I’ve come to know everything there is to know about Captain America.” You rolled your eyes.

“And you’re still here anyway.” Steve brought your hand to his lips and gave a kiss. “Besides, when have you known me to spoil a surprise?”

A surprise. The word was enough to make your stomach flip. It figured this wasn’t an innocent walk. Steve had a destination in mind.

The Brooklyn apartments gave way to little storefronts. You wondered how far away from home you were going to walk. In reality, you were trying to think about anything that wasn’t what surprise Steve had in store today.

You winced and unconsciously ran your hand over your ass. His last “surprise” had been playing around with plugging you, and while some of it was enjoyable you were happy that phase had ended.

“Lost in thoughts Y/N?” Steve knew exactly what you were thinking and your nerves ignited under his stare.

He never took you to the shop he got his “goodies” from, he’d always just came home with them. Your nipples went hard at the memory of the first pair of clamps he’d put on you. Of course, the reminder sent a jolt of desire to your core and you bit your lip.

“I see you getting all worked up Doll.” Steve stopped walking and spun you to face him. “Anything you would like to share?”

“Just…whatever this surprise is, is it going to hurt?” You looked at those devilish blue eyes and another tremble went over you.

“Only at first.” He put his hands on your shoulders. “But nothing you can’t handle.”

You bit back the moan that wanted to come out. Unsure if it was in anticipation or trepidation over what was to come.

“Relax.” His giant hands ran down your arms and cupped your elbows. “Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t enjoy in the end? Even when you were a little reluctant at first?”

Your mind tried to find one, but honestly, even the time he’s brought out a flogger you’d found some pleasure in that, so you shook your head and felt the tension in your shoulders dip out.

“You’re right.” You turned to walk again. “I trust you.”

Instead of Steve following you he stayed put. When your arm got straight out you looked behind at him.

“We’re here.” He tugged you back into him.

Your head spun, and then you saw the sign: Tattoo and Piercing.

It made you flick your tongue and tug on your ear as your nipples ached at the thought of a piercing.

“I don’t want any piercings.” Something about it didn’t settle right with you.

“What about a tattoo?” Steve gave you puppy dog eyes. “You’ve mentioned wanting one in the past? Why not today?”

You felt a rush of relief that you weren’t leaving here with a needle being jabbed through your skin, but then you remembered the tattoo gun was also a needle.

“It’s so permanent.” You’d only talked about it in the hypothetical. “I don’t know.”

“That’s the point.” Steve pulled open the door and led you inside the tiny shop. “You should find out.”

It was clean, spotless in fact with lavender walls displaying tattoo books. There was a buzzing sound coming from the back, but there was a wall giving the person privacy.

“Just a second,” someone called from behind the wall.

You went to the books and started flipping. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? There was a variety of feminine pictures, butterflies, hearts, stars, bow, and flowers. Some of the details on the flowers were beautiful.

“How can I help you?” You were expecting a burly man, covered in tattoos, but the artist looked like an average guy, who broke out in a beaming smile when he saw Steve. “Captain.”

Steve held out his hand and the worker was bright with glee. You enjoyed watching the effect your boyfriend had on people.

“Big fan of your work.” The man started to give Steve accolades and you zoned out, your attention back on the tattoos.

They were talking in the background, but you were more interested in the flower pictures. Maybe some lilies? Or a single rose? You stopped when you saw one that was the top of the flower like you were looking down at a real one. The pink details were amazing.

“Alright.” You turned your head to look at Steve. “I’ll get a tattoo. This one.”

“Nice choice.” The man walked over to the book, he scribbled down the number. “Let’s head to the back.”

A wave of giddiness came over you, this wasn’t something you normally did. It was very outside of the box.

“Where should I get it?” You asked Steve as you touched your shoulder. “Maybe here?”

“I was thinking.” He held out his arm and pulled you close, then ran his fingers down to your hip and slid them to your right lower back. “Right here.”

You turned your head and arched your back, trying to see the spot.

“I always recommend not going visible for the first tattoo.” The artist held open the door. “You can always get more, but it’s hard to have them removed.”

“What about your other client?” You followed the man while Steve trailed behind. “And are you getting one too?”

“Not today Y/N.” Steve laughed. “It’s all about you.”

“I was just touching up myself.” The tattoo guy looked over his shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as people complain about.”

“This is so impulsive.” You bit your finger. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

“But you’re happy right?” Steve’s hand was still on your hip.

You looked behind him and nodded your head. He gave you his ‘I-told-you-so’ look.

“Alright.” The man tapped a table. “Lay down here, I’ll go get the stencil.”

Steve sat in a chair right in front of you so you rested your chin on your hands and looked at him. He held his palm out for you and you stuck yours against it.

“In case you need something to squeeze?” Steve winked.

“You know this was really sweet of you.” Guilt started to pour in for your earlier thoughts about what surprise meant.

“Just a little treat for my baby.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“You ready?” The artist came back in, stencil in hand.

“Yes.” You shook your hips sending out the last of your nerves. “I’m ready.”

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The man was right. It didn’t hurt that bad. Randomly you would squeeze down on Steve’s fingers, but for the most part, it was fine.

“About to wrap things up.” The buzzing of the needle stopped.

“That quick?” You didn’t know how long tattoos normally took.

“It’s been at least thirty minutes.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

A mist was prayed on your back and you tried to turn your head to see the flower, but the angle wasn’t right. The liquid felt good on your skin and the artist wiped it down with a towel.

“Don’t take the bandage off for an hour.” He slapped something on your back.

“Wait! I want to see it. Don’t you have a mirror or something?” You noticed a handheld one on the counter.

“Shit! I knew I forgot something.” The man shook his head. “Sorry, but the bandage is already on. If I take it off now I’d risk damaging the tattoo.”

You saw him starring at Steve nervously, you were used to that. People were always getting intimidated by your boyfriend and doing the wrong this as a result.

“Well what else?” You pushed yourself up so your legs hung off the table, and looked over your shoulder, barely being able to see the white bandage before you pulled your shirt down. “No swimming? Neosporin?”

“That’s the old ink.” He stood up and crumbled the towel in the ball. “This stuff, keep it covered for an hour and then you’re fine. Colors won’t fade either.”

“I guess I’ll have to tell you how much I love it in an hour.” You frowned as you stood up. “What should we do to kill the time?”

“There’s a bar across the street.” Steve squinted his eyebrows. “I was hoping I could watch the last thirty minutes of the game?”

You gritted your teeth as you nodded, not really interested in sports or even knowing what game he was talking about.

“There’s also a nail salon next door.” Steve laughed as he put his arm around your shoulder. “How about you go treat yourself and I’ll come pick you up when the game is done. Then we can walk home for the big unveiling?”

“Sounds good to me.” You held your hand out and looked at your nails, they could use some attention.

“Go on.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll pay and see you in about thirty.”

It really was turning into a treat yourself day.

“Did your team win?” You stood up from the manicure table right when Steve walked in.

“They did.” Steve leaned in for a quick kiss, which you happily obliged. “You all done here?”

“Yep, paid before I sat down at the dryer.” You held out your nails. “I went with pink to match my new tattoo.”

You couldn’t help the smile coming on your face. You with a tattoo, you never would have thought it.

“Let’s head home.” Steve offered his hand as he led you out of the store.

It was a quick walk, but you kept repeating yourself.

“I can’t wait to see it, I feel like a kid on Christmas, do you think it’s as pretty as the picture?”

“Better. You’re going to love it.” Steve reassured you the entire walk.

“Did you get a good look at it when he was doing it?” You didn’t notice Steve checking in on him at all.

“Nope. I’ll see it for the first time with you.” He gave you a wink. “Might as well undress all the way so I can take in the entire view.”

You grew warm, remembering your dirty thoughts about the earlier surprise. By the time you got to your apartment, you were practically wiggling your hips.

As Steve was unlocking the door you ran your nails down his back, putting your body right behind his as you nipped at him, unsure what had gotten you so turned on. The tattoo? The mini pampering? Or just how amazing he was in bed and the fact you were seconds away.

When he opened the door, you practically pushed him inside as your hands went to the bottom of his shirt and started to tug.

“Woah woah woah.” Steve pushed your hands down and spun around to hold you. “Don’t you want to check out your ink first?”

“I thought you wanted a full viewing.” You tried to kiss his neck, but he pulled back.

“Slow down hot stuff.” Steve took your hand. “I want to see this first.”

You pouted as he walked you into your bedroom and then to the full-length mirror. He stood behind you and you raised your arms, eager to get undressed and into bed with the man. Steve pulled your shirt off and tossed it on the floor, leaving you in your bra and jeans.

“Does it hurt?” He took a step back and looked at the bandage.

“Not really.” You licked your lips. “Some other sensations are taking over.”

“Well here we go.” The adhesive tugged at your bandage and another smile came over you.

Steve was right. You should take some enjoyment in the unveiling.

“That is so hot Y/N.” Now Steve’s mouth was on your neck and his hands went to your pants.

“Wait.” You tried to twist, but he held you still. “Now I want to see!”

“Oh do you?” He slid your jeans down your hips.

You kicked off your sandals and you stepped out, still squirming against him. Then you felt him rub your tender skin while he licked your neck.

“Does that hurt?” Steve locked eyes with you in the mirror. “When I touch it?”

“Like a bruise a little.” You were more interested in getting the view now. “Let me see it! Please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” There was a hint of wickedness to Steve’s voice when he dropped his grip on you.

You turned to look at it, ready to see the pretty pink petals, but instead shades of red, blue, and silver came into view.

“What?” You didn’t understand. “Is this some sort of trick?”

There was no beautiful flower, instead on your lower right back was a clear image of Captain America’s shield. Your hand touched it, hoping it was a sticker, but the skin was yours. Branded with your boyfriend’s logo.

A mix of rage, confusion, and shock made it hard for you to think about what to say next. You shut your eyes as tears threatened to burst forward.

You had experimented enough for the man. This was too much; he’d gone too far.

“How could you think this was okay?” You pinched your eyes shut tighter, hoping to keep the situation out of your mind. “You branded me!”

When you opened your eyes ready to shriek at Steve you saw he had taken his shirt off. He was insane if he thought you were interested in sex after this. Hell, you might never speak to him again.

Before you could scream your eyes caught it. On his left pec, there was a flower. It was a mix of pinks and purples and little flecks that looked like glitter. It was far more beautiful and intricate than the one you had picked out.

“I told him about you, that you were likely to pick a flower, something feminine and sharp, with details. I told him how much I loved you and how I wanted to be with you forever, how you like to try new things, indulge me, and he had this custom designed for you.” Steve was trying to fight the smile you saw growing in the corners of his mouth.

You didn’t want to let go of the anger, but Steve’s tattoo was so gorgeous and you couldn’t help but reach out and run your fingers over it. Unsure whether you wanted to thank him for the gesture or punch him for the shield permanently on your body.

“It’s…” Your eyes went to his. You didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “Forever.”

“Like I want us to be.�� He reached into his back pocket and you brought your hands to your face to cover the quiet scream that was about to come out.

Always a sucker for tradition Steve dropped to one knee and held out a ring box. He flipped the lid to show the sparkliest, most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

“Marry me.” He took your elbow and pulled your shaking left hand toward him.

You let out a gasp as he fit the diamond to your finger. Before you could say yes Steve popped back up again. He put his arms under your ass and lifted you into the air while slamming his lips to yours.

He spun you around as you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He carried you the few feet to the bed before setting you on the edge of the mattress and breaking the kiss.

“Take it all off.” Steve undid his pants and pushed them down. “Now.”

You nodded as you unhooked your bra and shimmied out of your panties, tossing them to the floor. Steve was undressed by the time you were done and you held out your arms to him as you fell onto your back.

He tapped your leg, pushing it to the side and rolling you on to your stomach. Then his hands were on your hips, guiding you on to all fours.

You didn’t normally start in this position, but you were wet enough he could slam into you in any way.

“So hot seeing my mark on you.” He ran his hand over the tattoo. “Knowing I’ll be on you forever.”

The sparkly diamond on your finger had pretty much erased all ill will about the tattoo.

“I’ll be with you forever.” You looked at the ring.

You tried to arch your back, and part your knees a little, eager to feel him inside of you. But instead, you felt him dip his head down. A moan left your lips as his mouth met your shoulder.

He licked and kissed at your skin, with random nips, until he got to your lower back, then his tongue ran out over your new marking and he placed a soft kiss. You moaned as he replaced his tongue with his thumb and went on his knees behind you.

“Whenever I see this.” He pushed his thumb down, sending a dull ache through your body. “I’ll know your mine.”

“I’m always yours.” You wiggled your hips, your pussy feeling empty for him. “Forever.”

Steve finally lined up with your dripping entrance and your arms gave out as he pushed inside. It didn’t matter if it was the first time or the millionth time, feeling him slide into your body always made you shake.

“Mmmm.” You let out a moan as you fell forward onto your elbows.

“You like it don’t you?” Steve continued to stretch you as he rubbed your tattoo. “Having my brand on your body? Being marked as mine?”

His words were making your vision swirl.

“Tell me.” He stilled his descent into your body. “Tell me you like it.”

“No.” You turned and looked over your shoulder. Instead of making eye contact with him you went to the flower on his chest. “I love it.”

Seeing Steve’s tattoo sent another flare over you and you pushed your hips back, taking some control and impaling yourself.

He dug his fingers into your hips as he settled all the way inside, making you gasp with relief. You were finally full.

There wasn’t a lot of work up needed, both of you knew that. You gripped the comforter as Steve started railing in and out of you, his cock bringing your pussy to life on a cosmic level.

“Hot. Fucking hot and sexy.” Steve’s finger brushed down on your tattoo again. “Nobody is ever going to see you like this but me, for the rest of your life.”

You lifted your head and looked over your shoulder. Steve’s eyes were glued to the tattoo, yours went to the flower on his chest. You bit your lip looking at it and decided you wanted a taste.

With one push of your arms you raised your self so your back was against his chest. He seemed surprised by the movement but continued to thrust. You pushed his hands off your hips and moved forward.

“Wha…” Before Steve got the question out you slammed him down to the mattress and crawled on top of him.

There was no time wasted while you straddled him and lowered yourself down on his cock, now you were on top with a perfect view.

“This means yours all mine.” You rocked your hips as your fingers danced across the flower. “Nobody is ever going to take you like this again. Nobody but me.”

Steve let out a low grunt and flexed his hips, making you bob slightly. You kept that pace, your hips rocking, his flexing. It created a wonderful sensation that you knew would take you over the edge.

His hands went up your sides to your breasts, the position giving him plenty of access. Another moan escaped your lips as he cupped down the side until he had one in each palm, squeezing down.

“Forever baby.” He pulled his hands down until his fingertips were at your nipples.

With a pinch you became undone. Pleasure shot all across your body, your pussy humming with delight as you fell forward onto his chest. He kept flexing his hips, elongating your release and bringing on his own.

The flower was right next to your face, and you couldn’t help but stick your tongue out and run it over the marking.

“Ugh.” Steve’s hands went to your hips and he pushed down hard, stilling your body as he flexed up.

There was no doubt he was filling you now. Coating your walls with his juices.

You stayed on his chest, alternating between looking at the flower and your new ring. Steve rubbed your back as he softened inside of you, placing a light kiss on your head.

Technically, he didn’t ask you to marry him, he just told you-you were marrying him. Taking control, just like how he tricked you with the tattoo. But in the end, you were happy with the proposal and your new ink. You hoped the rest of your life was filled with surprises.

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shawnsvalentine · 5 years

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business + pleasure : one

description: shawn’s always been into older women but sloan is the exception that drives him wild

warnings: language, failed attempts at humor [2.6k]

It was a rarity for Shawn not to get what he wanted when he wanted it, and she made the mistake of adding to his perfect record as soon as she saw the white cylindrical box engraved with CHRISTIAN DIOR PARIS. There was an elegant note card attached at the top that had been sealed with a golden Giorgi Armani sticker. She made sure to open it while Cassandra was out with a client, knowing that the box wasn’t a care package from her mother.

For your collection. If you have one.

— Shawn xx

She couldn’t stop herself from gasping at the gift inside, the beautiful silk feeling foreign against her finger tips. The Strength mitzvah scarf, that she knew costed more than the thrifted one she was wearing when Shawn first approached her, every bit as gorgeous as it looked in the pictures. She knew that it was no coincidence that he’d chosen the S scarf, but she had no idea how he’d came across her name; she certainly hadn’t told him.

“Good afternoon, Sloan.” Her head snapped up to see him, just as alluring as usual in a plum button up and tight slacks. His eyes darted to the Dior package and he smiled, his whole face brightening at the sight of it opened. “I wanted to get you the whole ABC collection, but I figured you’d think it was excessive.”

“The only thing I thought was how odd it was for one of the board members of Giorgio Armani to gift me a Christian Dior scarf. Something you’re not telling us about your brand?”

He shook his head, his teeth glistening as a smile broke out across his lips. “Our scarves are just fine, you just struck me as a Dior woman.” Shawn wanted the next few moments to be scripted, for Sloan to wrap the scarf around his neck and pull him in so close that he could smell her signature fragrance personally. For her to mold her lips around his and grab onto his arms, moving on to moan sweet nothings into his ear. But of course, all she did was smile at him, thanking him for the gift. “Why don’t you wear it to dinner tonight?”

“Dinner?” What about Cassandra? was the subtext that both of them knew was written in invisible ink.

“A friend of mine just opened a restaurant about a month or so back, it’s in Brooklyn. Neither of our circles run in Brooklyn.”

She smacked his chest playful, taking note of the hard muscle underneath. “Excuse you, I live in Brooklyn.”

“Even better, we’ll be in your borough.” He knew he was playing a risky game by reaching out for her hand across the glass top mahogany desk, eyes fluttering up to catch her reaction. “Just one date. And if you genuinely think we’re nuts for sneaking around, then I’ll leave you alone. But at least let me buy you dinner before you turn me down.”

She laughed lightheartedly, using her free hand to point back at the color splashed creme scarf. “You already bought me a two-hundred dollar accessory,” He pouted, completely unprepared for her to shoot him down. “But yes. Dinner sounds nice. Pick me up at nine.” Sloan scribbled her ten digits on a loose sticky note, stuffing it in his pants pocket before sashaying her way to the break room for a cup of coffee.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t positively giddy at the thought of spending a few hours with Shawn in public, completely uninterrupted by her boss or one of her colleagues. It meant actual conversation and not hushed whispers in between meetings and body language of strictly platonic professionals in case anyone barged in while Shawn was paying a visit. It meant getting to kiss him for the first time.

Sloan blinked back to reality as the Keurig began brewing her coffee, the black liquid filling up her boob-outline mug that she got on sale from Urban Outfitters. “Isn’t this like your third cup today?”

“What can I say, Kimmy, I love coffee.” Whenever Kimmy added her two cents where she didn’t bank, Sloan wanted to roll her eyes so far back they could get stuck. She couldn’t even drink coffee safely.

Kimmy disregarded the snark and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, glancing through the door as she sipped from the ice cold bottle. “Aren’t they just the cutest thing? Cassandra’s so stinking lucky, I’d give my right arm to date Shawn Mendes.”

“You’re left handed.” Sloan grabbed her mug and tried to return back to her desk in peace, but the sight of Shawn cozying up with Cassandra in the middle of the department’s floor had her sick to her stomach. They looked far too sweet giggling over nothing with one another, him practically nibbling on her ear, and all Sloan could do was wish that it was her. She hated feeling like a side piece, and even though she knew Shawn’s angle, she still felt like one. The girl he had to keep hidden.

Maybe: Shawn: It’s Shawn. I saw you watching us. I’m sorry. Will try to keep the office encounters to a minimum. SM.

Sloan: No, it’s not your fault. It’s on me

Besides, if you stopped showing up I’d never see you

Shawn: Fair point. I’m still sorry though. Going to try to wrap up this deal as soon as possible. SM.

Sloan: What the fuck is sm

Shawn: My initials. I initial all text messages, force of habit. SM.

Sloan: You didn’t have to— nvm. SS.

Shawn: SS?

Sloan: Sloan Spelman

“You have a shoot tomorrow morning and you’re texting? It better be with your Gucci connect to secure that cowboy hat.” Cassandra. Most everyone has complained about a fatal flaw of their boss, but Cassandra Rosen? She was all flaws. Sloan often wondered how the hell she made it to where she was, the Editorial Director of the Vogue Magazine, talent be damned. How could anyone put up with one hundred and sixty pounds of pure mean just because she got things done? It was an answerless question Sloan had been asking herself since the day of her interview.

“Y-yes, I was just confirming it for the New Age Western shoot.” Sloan made a mental note to double confirm the hat for the shoot, otherwise she’d be out on her ass for telling such a boldfaced lie. She was still a bit baffled they were doing a shoot around a custom made Gucci cowboy hat for Lil Nas X all because he snuck it into one of his songs. It was kind of crazy how a guy younger than her had managed to wrap brands right around his finger, and he couldn’t even drink yet.

Shawn was practically staring her down from the doorway, fighting the urge to defend her against Cassandra’s sharp tongue. He knew his way around Cassandra by now, and saying anything to help Sloan would only increase her raging paranoia. It was just better to sit this one out. “I’m about to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow, Cass.” He wanted to say goodbye to Sloan but he settled on a polite nod as he turned to leave.

The rest of her work day was utter hell with Cassandra’s constant bitching about how Sloan’s first editorial shoot had to be perfect, as if Sloan wasn’t already stressing herself out. The only thing that kept her above float, aside from her coffee and Toblerone bar, was the reminder that her date with Shawn was mere hours away. She kept pushing aside the overwhelming anxiety surrounding getting caught and focused on daydreaming little scenarios about the two of them in some obscure underground speakeasy with total strangers.

Sloan spent extra time in the shower, shaving everywhere just in case, and making sure she was fully lathered in her coconut meadowfoam body wash. After a solid ten minutes of back and forth, she decided on keeping her curls out and wild, scrunching her bangs so she’d actually be able to see Shawn. She was still deciding between a tight black dress and a silk tank top with floral patterned bottoms when he texted her. It was longer than his normal and she was fairly sure he was nervous.

Shawn: I’m on my way. Took a while to decide on car or subway, but ultimately picked the subway because I wasn’t sure about the restaurant’s parking. He may have mentioned something about a nearby parking garage but those scare me. See you in about thirty minutes. SM.

She started to panic watching the minutes tick by and she grabbed the top and pants, letting her towel drop as she dipped into her body butter. Her underwear was barely on when her doorbell dinged, her hand reaching out to throw on her fuzzy purple robe before shouting out that she was coming. She figured it was her friend Alicia coming to hype her up before her date, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. It was Shawn. “Is that what you’re wearing? Bold choice.” He handed her the bouquet of peonies he was holding before kissing her temple. It gave her chills.

He looked absolutely... delicious. The maroon button up he was donning was showing off a bit of chest hair and his lucky pendant, and he’d rolled the sleeves up to the swell of his forearm. His hair was slicked back perfectly, his brown wavy locks framing his face in a way she thought should be illegal. She gulped at the sight of him towering over her, the urge to mount him oh so very real.“You said a half an hour? I swear it’s been only five minutes or so.”

Shawn shoved his hands in his pockets, his feet tapping against the welcome mat. “I had terrible reception at the terminal, it probably sent the second I resurfaced.”

“Well, come in. You can wait on the couch while I finish up.”

He shut the door behind him, showing himself around the coat rack to her living room. She followed a concise color aesthetic from room to room, the living room obeying the laws of pink and gold. There were plants surrounding her plush pink couch, and white throw pillows to match the rug beneath the golden coffee table. He felt like he was sitting in a Vogue interior design spread. “How long have you lived here?”

“Since junior year of college.” She kept her makeup to a minimum, light foundation with eyeliner and mascara, using extra caution so her outfit didn’t get stained. “It definitely beat paying that expensive ass room and board.”

She completely forgot about shoes as she left the bathroom, Shawn’s attention immediately on her and his jaw on the floor. Sloan tried not to pay any attention to it as she slipped into a pair of black pumps. “What? Is this not venue appropriate?”

“I-It definitely is, it’s just that I wasn’t exactly, I didn’t expect...” He rose from the couch, eyes still fixated on the way the silk clung to her body and how her curly afro graced her shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever been legitimately speechless in my entire life. Until now.”

They walked to the restaurant, taking advantage of the warm air and quiet street, using it as time to warm up to one another. The overwhelming lust wasn’t enough to make them fall for one another, but the conversation was. She led, and he followed, a dynamic neither of them were quite used to but most certainly suited them. He was chivalrous, almost too much so, but she basked in the unfamiliar feeling of being treated like royalty. She wanted to get lost in him.

The restaurant was fairly busy but not at all chaotic. Patrons stuck to their tables, keeping conversation at appropriate noise levels for the ambiance, and the staff floated about as if they defied gravity. The architecture was fawn worthy with its sleek modernity meets upper class design. “Your friend owns this place?”

“Maybe friend is too generous a term, but we went to college together. We keep in touch, get together every now and then for a drink. He called me when it opened.” He gave the hostess his name for the reservation and she led them to a staircase that led out to the rooftop. There were only two other parties up their with them.

“Shawn, this is absolutely insane. Semi-private seating?”

He waved it off, opening his menu as he pretended to browse. “It was nothing, I promise. Jalen insisted it was the perfect first date table.”

She watched him closely as he went off on a miniature tangent about how he and Jalen met. They went from hostile roommates to close friends who jammed out together on the weekends, and that sparked their years long friendship. He was quite the storyteller, animated and engaged, careful about each and every word he strung with the next. Her senses were in overdrive the whole night, watching him be absolutely gorgeous without trying whilst actually listening to every precious word that slipped past his lips: and he made it far too obvious that he was doing the exact same thing.

“I know I’m getting ahead of myself but… what about a nightcap?”

Sloan tried not to laugh at his obvious attempt at a different date night activity. “You? In my apartment? Drinking? Nuh-uh.”

“What? Why not?”

She searched for the words to sugarcoat we’re not in the same tax bracket, that their shred of a relationship didn’t need an introduction to class divides this early. “I live in a rundown brownstone that I most certainly wouldn’t be able to afford if my nana hadn’t left it to me. And I’m willing to bet you live in a two-story penthouse on the upper east side that you can afford because Armani treats you a little too well.”

He took a longer sip of his drink this time, placing it back down with a bit more conviction. “Alright, touché. But just because I live like a douchebag doesn’t mean I am one. I’ve already seen your place, what’s the big deal?”

She took a moment to think about it, twirling her fork in the last few noodles on her plate. Maybe she was judging him too harshly. Maybe she was the one who was uncomfortable with the class divide and he wasn’t even thinking about it. She shook it from her thoughts, going back to the good time they were having all on their own on the rooftop. How good her looked staring back at her awaiting her response, the faintest hint of a grin on his rosy pink lips as he shifted his weighted onto his forearms. “Admit it, you’re just trying to get in my pants.”

Shawn gasped, his hand flying up to press against his clavicle to feign shook. “Me? Try to get into your pants? We haven’t even gotten dessert.”

She rolled her eyes, tapping her fingers against the table as her leg crept up the side of his. “You’re such a dork.”

He was suddenly that much more aware of their proximity, her arm flush against his and her body heat radiating onto him. Shawn flagged down the waiter for the bill in a split second, reading between the lines of her body language as well as her hand that and snaked its way to his thigh. He’d never signed his signature as fast as he did right then and there, shooting up from his chair to help Sloan up. He leaned down to whisper in her ear about what the night held for them when the most obnoxious, ear-splitting shriek stopped him.

“Sloan! This is so crazy, I was hoping us Fort Greeners would cross paths one day!” Her eyes were focused on Shawn the entire time, flickering back to Sloan only to shoot her an all-knowing smirk.

“K-Kimmy, hi.”

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tsukishima44 · 5 years

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Permittance Letter

Every children loves their home (except for someone with half and half quirk), they loves their family. When U.A decided to apply dormitory system, Aizawa forgot this concept. He forgot one important consequence, an essential motivation of a heroes life. What happen when Aizawa was told about homesickness?

Because of the changes in U.A system, dorms, every students might be depraved of their parents usual attention. From being awaken to breakfast. Then the time they spent inside their home after school ended where they could retell today stories to dinner and sleep. Every students from every class felt this, felt their longing. It has gotten so bad that the second week into the new system, every homeroom teachers received permittance letter to go home. Even for just a short weekend. The homeroom teachers sighed deeply, thinking how do they remedied such situation. Except for one person, who was frowning in confusion.

"What is wrong with you all?"

The only homeroom teacher of class 1-A hero course entered with a cup of fresh brewed coffee in hand spoke.

Kan, Nemuri, Maijima, and Hizashi looked up from the papers scattered in the middle of staff canteen's table.

"Eraserhead....you don't receive any letter?"

Kan asked, head still cradled in one hand, the other holding one envelope

"What letter?"

He took a gulp. Ah, black Toraja coffee with no sugar. The only type of coffee which his stomach could tolerate despite knowing it first as a gift from his friend in Indonesia. The scent always have been a secret haven for his nostrils.

"The permittance to leave. None of your kids admitted one?"

The R-18 hero looked up from her own mug of chrysanthenum tea, her favourite waking beverage. How she could prefer it more than coffee was still a mystery to the other teachers.

"No? Why would they?"

He finally took a seat between Nemuri and Hizashi, he was closer in relationship with them than Kan and Maijima. Several years of friendship with Hizashi and Nemuri changed him to adopt to their nature, loud and attract too much attention. The additional underground pro-hero to their boisterous group was another mystery that even Shouta couldn't comprehend. He was glad the other teachers other than them both could understand his unsociable personality.

As soon as Shouta sat himself, a thin but still packed-with-muscle limb latched itself to his shoulder while an elegantly manicured hand snatched one of his arm. Another occurence that had become a habit to them and a privilege none others would have, maybe except for their other group member Ingenium Sr.

Shouta could only gave a sigh as his upper body was curled in a one arm hug by Hizashi and a part of his arm engulfed in between Nemuri's boobs. He had banned both of them to do it in public, they both have grabby hands, and they retorted to do it at least in teacher's lounge where students rarely came.

His half drank coffee sloshed a bit to the side yet it still captured by the walls of his mug.

"Because they missed homeeee"

Hizashi pouted beside him

"They want to go home, even just for a day or given an additional task, they will do it"

Nemuri sighed elegantly, as usual

"Today is Ibara, tomorrow is Kendou, the next day Kinoko, and the rest are still on the waiting list"

Kan spoken the ones he had scheduled for this week. His eyes traveled to the small compilation of unopened letters.

Shouta just hummed in reply.

"You really received none, Eraserhead?"

Maijima spoke from across him

"No"

"Not even a single letter?"

"No. I've checked my desk and none of the kids ever handed it to me directly"

The four teachers stared shocked

"Why though? Did you approach it with them already? Or threatening with expulsion?"

Shouta winced at the thought. He wouldn't expel them because of their homesickness. This was a new system and they were still adapting to it. It wouldn't be right to stop them. They were all still kids who needed their parents.

"Nah, Shouta is not the kind of person for that"

Shouta gave a small relief sigh. Despite his usual ludicrous attitude, Hizashi could read other person easily. Well, Shouta was an exception. But a decade and a half was plenty enough time for him to know and correctly interpret his small tendencies.

"Then how did y-"

As Kan was about to ask again, the sound of door sliding against the floor cut his sentence. Then from the ajar space, a distinct voice of two teenagers speaking was heard. Then when the discussion gotten nearer a chipper laugh followed accompanied with footsteps.

Not long after, the famous explosive boy came in with his usual antidote and an additional lackey, a girl with pink skin, came in. Another plus was a boy with grey hairs and alike sharp teeths.

Kirishima abruptly halted, bringing Bakugo to crash into his back while Ashido bumped into Tetsutetsu's back. Four pair of eyes stared blankly at the picture of 1-A's homeroom teacher arm and shoulder snatched by two other teachers. Tetsutetsu would later confess that he envied Eraserhead's arm.

Since it was too late, Hizashi and Nemuri relaxed their stance but still gripped a part of Shouta's body. The owner cleared his throat

"Bakugou, Kirishima, and Ashido. How may I help you?"

Kan also snapped from his initial shock addressed his student the same way, but his mouth frowned as he sighted the white envelope in Tetsutetsu's hand

"Is this another permittance letter?" Kan asked. He really hoped it was not.

Tetsutetsu eyes immediately sought the floor in shame. The white object in his hand felt heavy now.

"Permittance letter? I thought you said that it was the same as us?"

Kirishima asked with head tilt. He had previously apologized to the blonde behind him. Said person had took a peer between the red hair's shoulder and smirked smugly

"Yeah about that-"

"It is a permittance letter to have an absence day" Shouta explained "Because U.A developed a dorm system to protect its student, students are permitted to go home only in national and school holidays. Positive thinking aside, it brought a negative feeling called homesickness, longing to be home and interact with family. Therefore, the permittance letter-" he mentioned with his chin because his he didn't have a third hand "is admitted"

Kirishima, Bakugou, and Ashido looked at the white rectangle object in their friend's hand. Tetsutetsu staring dagger into the ground.

Aizawa sighed audibly. His kids immediately snapped their heads to him.

"I didn't think about the negative effect, for the students especially, when Nedzu had proposed the idea. But now that I think about it, it is unfair for you" he looked to them "If any of you want to admit an absence letter it is fine. I am sorry for not addressing it to you. We will talk about it in details at homeroom tomorrow"

His kids looked at their friend's rigid posture, then to each other. A thoughtful look shared between the three of them before they looked back into their teacher's raven orbs

"Nah, we are fucking peachy" Bakugou said

The teachers eyes widen in shock

Kirishima laughed heartily

"We appreciate the effort, but you don't need to, sensei!"

"But the other-"

"We have discussed it with everyone~ and they aaaaaaaall agree not to admit a permittance letter, except for emergencies"

"Are you sure? You don't need to hesitate"

"One fucking hundred percent sure"

Shouta looked at his students with one eyebrow tilted. Bakugou's shark teeth smile was on, Kirishima also smiled, and Ashido looked proud for some reason he didn't understand.

"But don't you guys missed your parents?"

Tetsutetsu had crawled back from his remorse state. Face confused at his rival class.

"Of course we do!"

Ashido said indignantly, although it looked like a small anger combined with a pout

"But we could withstand it~ Afterall we have a temporary one who also looooove us to the core"

Tetsutetsu face gotten more confused and even the teacher gotten more interested

"Is it Iida?" Nemuri asked

"Nah. Four eyes are too stoic"

"Oh! Yaoyorozu?"

"Too iritating"

"Then who?"

Maijima asked

The whole room enveloped in silence for several seconds until Bakugou, the king of explosion himself, snapped at them

"Are you all fucking blind!? That person is in this fucking place sitting with you all!"

As the eyes still stared in confusion, Bakugou exploded more

"It's fucking Aizawa-sensei!"

CRACK!

Ah, there went the coffee

"Sensei! Your mug!"

Shouta slowly looked at the black mess to his clothes. Fortunately his hero costume base color was the same as his beverage so no harm was done. But his mug...his mug which was a present from Iida Sr. was broken. By his own hand.

He just stared dumbly as Bakugou scolded Ashido because she used so many tissue instead of a clothe to wipe the mess and Kirishima for taking each piece into his hand. The latter ensured the former that he was fine because he activated his quirk on his hand so the porcelain fragments wouldn't hurt his skin. Kirishima also took the big piece of the previous mug's handle and Shouta, still blankly staring, had opened his palm obediently.

After cleaning their teacher's whole mess, Bakugou placed the slip of paper containing a list of groceries the dorm needed to Shouta's still opened hand.

Before they left, three pair of eyes blinked at the stupidly humorous picture of four teacher staring at their homeroom teacher's open palm.

"Oh my god, bakubro, we broke him. We broke sensei" Kirishima stated

Ashido then gave a quick hug to her stunned teacher and left with quite a loud voice

"We love you, dad!"

Kan, Hizashi, Maijima, and Nemuri stared at the list still. Even Tetsutetsu gotten into a trance. Until Nemuri, snapped out of confusion, looked at Aizawa's redden face and-

"Oh m- Shouta!! Your students called you dad!!"

Which was followed by others, following Nemuri's laugh while Aizawa dug his head into his capture weapon. Kan looked at his remaining student in the face and

"Kan-sensei, may I-"

"No, you can't change class nor call me dad. We only need one

dad"

Hizashi still laughing added

"And that is Dadzawa!!"

He was still being chased by Aizawa after 15 minutes.

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utopiannamjoon · 5 years

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A Knight in leather armor Chapter 6: Burning up

Genre: Angst, fluff, university au, biker au, enemies to lovers sort of thing

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader, Taehyung x reader

Major characters: Jeongguk, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, OC

Warnings: Depictions of violence, swearing, blood, character injury, mention of child abuse

Words: 4,5k

Synopsis of the serie: You had an uneventful life, you went to uni and wanted to get by with no trouble but that with was thrown out of the window when you run into a biker, literally smashing your face against him at the university. Everything is changed from that point forwards.

Synopsis of this chapter: You and Jeongguk have nothing but time on your hands, you’re unsure and helpless but a simple command takes that even further with a revenge on Pogtan.

A/N: Remember to like, reblog and comment to know if you liked it and want to see more. You shippers are gonna like this one

You leaned your back against the lumpy pillow of the couch twirling the polaroid in your hand that you found in Tae’s room. It was a selfie with you and the boys on the lake you used to hang around but you managed to forgot that photo being taken. All of you looked so happy. You all but Jeongguk grinned from ear to ear, he just smiled, bunny teeth peeking through the corner of his mouth, looking at you under his lashes with a warm expression. Taehyung was so full of life, grin firmly planted on his face and arms wrapped around you while his eyes tightly closed. The dramatic contrast from the Taehyung in the polaroid to the Taehyung laying on his bed was heartbreaking. What was once a shirt now tightened around him but it still didn’t stop the blood trickling out. He was pale and immobile. You spent every second wishing he would get back to what he was.

Every two minutes Jeongguk went in the room to check his pulse and breathing pattern, he couldn’t stop fidgeting around. It wasn’t changing- and honestly you didn’t know which was worse if it was to change in any direction. You hated yourself for not listening closely enough in healthcare and for not choosing to study nursing. And of course it being middle of the night, both of you were exhausted and on your nerves, you were unsure and filled with worry.

”We’re out of food,” Jeongguk sighed, holding the handle to the fridge. ”You wanna go or do I?” He spared a glance at you in between checking the cabinet for any crumbs. ”I’ll go.” You hoisted yourself up and took a final look at the photo before setting it down on the table. ”I’ll grab something to treat Tae as well.” ”Thanks.” He walked up to you and handed you cash from his pocket only for his eyes to fall to the table. His gaze glued on the polaroid and he took a long second. ”Actually... I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He had the picture in his other hand and sighed, deeply. What are the chances that something would happen to you too?

Looking out of the window, into the dark night, with only street lamps lighting the way, even if that, half of them were broken or destroyed, he couldn’t help the empty feeling grow inside his chest. "Dangerous for you to go there and I just... I... it....” ”Are you alright?” You asked when he couldn’t get the sentence out. It wasn’t like him to be like this. Jeongguk is a strong willed man and seeing him like this made you uncertain. ”I’m okay, it’s just... will - will you be fine with him?” ”I’ll take care of Tae, now go.” You ushered him, there was no point to wait around any longer. You were out of materials and one of you had to go, staying in and pondering about it would just waste time you didn’t know if you had. If Jeongguk felt better going out in the dark by himself rather than sending you then it would just be that way, so you watched as he closed the metal gate and disappeared into the darkness. You kneeled in front of Taehyung’s form on his bed, his breathing was shallow and his pulse was fairly regular pressed against your forefinger on his neck. That’s a good sign, right? You stroked his hair behind his ear for it only to flop back on his forehead and eyes. It made sense as to why he would wear the bandana, he looked intimidating when his hair wasn’t in his face, especially when he furrowed his eyebrows. But when his hair would be swinging wildly, he looked cute and approachable, someone who your mom even fell for. Jeongguk had set him to lay on his stomach so that you had access to Taehyung’s cut, and to prevent for the stitches from opening if Taehyung woke up or stirred. You dabbed a cottonball in pure alcohol and lifted up his shirt and opened up the bandages. You had no idea what to do, before all this happened the worst injury you’ve ever seen was when your father cut the tip of his finger off while cooking when you were young. He just put a band-aid on it and ordered pizza instead with few curse words along the way. You swiped the wet cottonball on Taehyung’s cut, to clean it, preventing the likelyhood for an infection... but most importantly, feeling like you were useful. You couldn’t help the thoughts of the worst happening invading your mind. What if Tae didn’t make it? It wouldn’t take much for his system to stop working all together. The only thing going for him was that he is young and healthy, and that the cut didn’t puncture any organs - if it had you and Jeongguk would be completely useless. There was a light knock on the door which made you hum of how polite of Jeongguk was to let you know he was coming in. His politeness turned down when the banging got louder and harder. ”Don’t you have keys?” You scoffed as you went to open the door for him, ”A key would be a good investment - YOONGI!” Yoongi held his side and shuffled past you. He didn’t quite make it to the couch before collapsing, his torso hitting the soft material but his knees hitting the floor. It didn’t take long for you to see the bruises covering his arms and face, just from his clothes it was evident he had a rough night. His left eye was swollen shut and his lip busted open. A dry patch of blood covered his cheek and chin. ”Hey, I’m back! There was a package of those parts Yoongi sent to be painted for the crappy bike, they’re back already, so fast.” Jeongguk came in with a cardboard box in his hands, shopping bag on top, it was too big for him to see you from behind. He set it on the table. ”How’s Tae?” Jeongguk asked and finally got his head lifted to your horrified eyes staring at Yoongi. His eyes changed from the casual look into a worried one, his eyebrows rose and pupils widened. He dropped on his knees next to Yoongi. ”What the fuck happened? What did they do?” His eyes wandered around Yoongi’s tortured body. ”Give... me... water...” You hopped over Jeongguk’s legs and got the first cup you saw while he helped Yoongi on the couch. His face twitched and eyes shut from the move up. You handed the cup to him to which he reached forward, ”Thanks — AH AHHH!” The pain was too unbearable to keep silent. ”I think these fucks broke my ribs.” He lifted up his torn shirt from the side to expose his ribcase. Colors of red and purple covered his left side and chest. ”This is so fucked but I don’t know which god to thank that you’re doing better than Tae.” Jeongguk said and tilted his head to examine the damage on the dark purple spot on his side. ”There’s something broken in there for sure.” ”Yeah... Wait - He’s alive?” Yoongi’s eyes shot up to Jeongguk’s and then to yours. ”Is he really?” he asked, eyes glowing and filling with hope they didn’t have a second ago. ”He is still breathing but got a nasty cut. We’re lost without you, we don’t know what to do.” You rubbed your forearm and pouted, this wasn’t a normal situation in the slightest. What broke you even more was that Yoongi had spent the night in the belief that Taehyung was gone. Yoongi sighed deeply of relief and his eye twitched from the pressure to his side from the inhale. ”They asked for invitations for his funeral.” You didn’t need to look at Jeongguk to feel him boiling over next to you. His fist tightened and lips pulled a flat line. The intention wasn’t to just hurt, it was to kill and shake everyone involved. ”How much blood did he lose?” ”Quite a bit... I don’t know how much or certain.”

Yoongi nodded and took a moment to himself before speaking, “They stole everything I had on me, including our money and my bike keys,” he leaned his arm on the arn of the couch and smirked, one eyebrow raised high and teeth peaking from his mouth, “Hey Jeongguk, ain’t that financial ruin?”

“Do you mean it?” Jeongguk’s eye lit up and his pupils grew, along with the bunny smile that was no longer cute but sadistic. You weren’t sure what was going on, you weren’t in on this.

“Yup, cause that to ‘em,” Yoongi nodded.

“Are you going to be fine if I leave?” Jeongguk asked. You looked at him, he bit his bottom lip and had his gaze pressed on the wall towards the dozens of polaroids. You never thought they’d be into revenge. ”Tae’s in the other room?” Yoongi asked. ”Go. I’ll take care of him.” Go where? It’s like he knew what was going to go down. ”Take her with you, nothing good will come out of this if she’s not there.” Jeongguk nodded and pressed his finger on your arm to motion you to follow him. You were uneasy leaving Yoongi and Taehyung for that matter, but he assured you they’d be fine. You followed Jeongguk to the garage. "Grab that,” Jeongguk pointed at a black gas can while searching for the keys he stole for the rat truck. ”It’s heavy...” You breath out and grew nervous by the second of what he had in mind. He picked up two larger red gas cans and set them on the pick up truck, before he slammed the door after himself. ”What’s in it?” You asked when you got in after him, but you knew, you just hoped it wasn’t what you thought it was. He hummed with the sadistic smirk making its form on his face, ”Gasoline.” ~ You pulled over next to the cornfield near Pogtan’s wooden hut and their barn. Jeongguk hopped out of the car and picked up the two cans from the back and waited for you to come aswell, trying to ignore the excitement he carried. You got your smaller can and struggled to follow him in to the maze. He carried more and bigger gas cans than you did but it was so effortless from him. You were breaking a sweat from just the one, heavy, can you pulled along with you. ”I never thought that accidentally opening the door for Yoongi would lead me to sabotaging others,” you joked to lighten up the mood made from the lack of communication and the intention he had in mind when you had finally reached the marijuana plants in the middle of the field. ”You thought it was me?” Jeongguk looked up from opening the latch of the gas can. He sounded surprised with his voice dropping just a bit. ”Yeah...?” ”You thought?!” His voice rised further than you would’ve believed, he looked offended. ”Don’t you make sure who it is? What if it was anyone else than Yoongi? Look what they did to Tae, they could’ve done something worse to you like -” ”Don’t you think I can handle myself? Do I always need protection from you?” You had to cut him off, it wasn’t the first time Jeongguk went on a rant of how dainty you were. He was no longer slouched over the gas can so he stood tall and was honestly intimidating. ”I know you don’t need me.” The words that left his mouth got you confused. ”I’ve known since you told me to fuck off and you genuinely meant it, I could see it from your eyes. You don’t need anyone to protect you but I need to do it. I know you don’t need me” he lowered his gaze away from your face, ”it’s me who needs you.” You were mindblown, you couldn’t say anything, your mouth fell open and words got stuck in your throat. You were expecting him to blow up but not like this, he was spilling his deepest emotions and not rage. ”They can beat me, violate me, do unforgiven things to me but once they touch my loved ones I will make sure they join hell with me. There are three people that I love and they’ve touched every single one of them. They wanted to kill Tae, they broke bones on Yoongi - Which they’ve never done before. I can count the times they’ve hit Yoongi on my two hands. He is usually left alone.” He paused for a while and turned down his volume, ”They’ve kidnapped you once for bait, what’s to say that next time isn’t way worse? I can’t live with that idea.” You mirrored his expression of pure worry but your throat was dry and you didn’t say anything. These are the kind of words you once expected from Jimin but when he failed to deliver them, you forgot the whole idea of someone caring so much about you. But then there was Jeongguk. He went out of his way to make sure you’re safe, even though he knew you could handle it yourself. He wanted to be that safety for you, not because you needed it, but because he cared enough to provide it - what was even better, he didn’t expect anything back. There was something in his eyes, they glowed in the dark and was full of something you couldn’t quite catch. Jeongguk sighed and picked up the open gas can. He said his piece and if you had nothing to say then it was a done deal, he thought. He walked in between the pot plants and started pouring, spilling the fuel everywhere. You went around the plants and threw gasoline everywhere you saw fit. It was more difficult than expected, the gas can would shift its weight around on every move, you struggled with that. Jeongguk opened his second gas can and knocked it down on the ground. ”Won’t this land us in jail?” You threw your empty can along with the full one he knocked down. ”The cops won’t care and they wouldn’t tell on us for destroying drugs.,” Jeongguk shrugged and started pouring a trail leading out of the maze. ”They deserve this for nearly ending Tae’s life.” ”Why did they target him exactly?” ”Simple,” Jeongguk shrugged again and pursed his lips, ”Tae killed Poodle’s uncle.” ”Huh?!” You snapped your head at him - or rather his back. He was scrouched over, making sure the trail was intact, ”You’re not serious.” ”You know,” he started as he looked at the shimmering trail, ”Tae has a little sister whom he adores so much, I think that’s why he is so overly protective over you.” He shot you a small smile that soon fell down. ”Poodle’s uncle did something to her... we don’t know what and Tae refuses to speak about it.” You didn’t want to entertain that thought for longer, what ever it was it couldn’t be anything anyone could accept. ”So he... killed him...?” ”Just one deep cut from his stiletto knife was enough... of course Tae knew what to do and twisted the knife so his chances of survival grew to minimal.” Jeongguk set down the gas can he just emptied, ”Tae caught him in the middle of an alley trying the same to some other girl.” He said while still looking at the ground, you weren’t sure if it made easier for him to talk about. He shook his head and moved on the topic.

He dug his hand into his pocket and gave you a box of matches, ”Wanna do the honors?” You lit up a match and threw it on the ground. The trail caught on fire instantly and ran inside the maze of corn into the pot plants, the fireball went up at the sky and grew aggressive, starting to flame up the corn as well.

Jeongguk smiled, from ear to ear. He looked proud with his chest puffed and hands by his side when he just admired what you had done. The smile grew bigger when faint sounds of shouting and yelling came from the otherside of the maze.

“What’s that?” You looked at him confused, you didn’t want to hurt anyone unintentionally. You doubted that he did this while whole of Pogtan was present.

“The beginning of the end my dear,” He smiled at you and shifted his weight from side to side.

Four people ran around the side of the maze and stopped when they saw you two standing there. They were a good distance away but you recognized them all despite the darkness. The flames danced wild while no one made a move.

“Do you wanna make Jimin madder?” Jeongguk smirked, not shifting his attention away from the men.

“How?” You were quick to ask, you wouldn’t pass on that idea.

“Like this.” Jeongguk grabbed your head and slammed his lips against yours. His palms were set against your cheeks that quickly grew red from the sudden attention. It was a light kiss despite how fast it happened. You don’t know how long it lasted when he pulled away, he was unfaced unlike you. Your feelings shot in every direction and you didn’t know which of them to focus on.

”And this.” He smirked and you screeched when he picked you up in his arms. Your arm found it’s way around his neck and the other flipped off your enemies.

”Nice,” he laughed and walked with you in his arms towards the truck.

It felt amazing to finally realize that you really gave no fucks of what Jimin thought of you, you really didn’t care. He could hate you or love you and it really made no difference. Just before Bangtan thought you to be yourself and stood up to yourself you were so desperate for everyone’s approval. For once in your life you were allowed and expected to make your own decisions.

So, to make another decision of your own, you set your finger under his chin to make him look at you. He lifted up his eyebrow and smiled, waiting for you to say something.

You slightly tilted your head and kissed him, this time savoring what was happening. He took no time to kiss you back but it was unexpected, he nearly missed his footing but thankfully regained his balance. Your fingers tangled in his ruffled hair all the while he worked to deepen the kiss.

You reached the truck and you were forced to pull away when he set you on your feet, but before you did you felt his lips form a smile on yours.

”We’ve got to run,” the coy smile was on his face, and eyes still glued to your lips.

He was right. You set someone’s property on fire and to avoid ass beating you had to go fast, really fast. This wasn’t the time to socialize despite of how much you wanted it. Jeongguk was a strong guy but he couldn’t handle four guys in a fight.

Jeongguk slammed on the gas and with insane drifting you were finally off the wet grass of the morning hours.

Your mind wandered everywhere during the ride, he barely spoke but the smile on his lips never faded, neither did yours. Your heart raced and you couldn’t stop over-thinking, until he took a wrong turn that is. Your mind shut down from the giddy thoughts.

”Aren’t we going to the club?” You asked once Jeongguk pulled over the rat truck in a suspicious looking lot filled with rusty cars here and there. ”We’re gonna set this bad boy on fire,” he said, simply as always while tapping his hand on the dashboard, but before exiting the car he went through every corner and gathered any loot worth something. Jeongguk took a look at the empty bed of the pick up with the last gas can in hand, he frowned and shook it, ”We don’t have anymore left.” ”Then how’re we gonna destroy it?” Your stomach dropped and sweat pushed from your temples, you were starting to feel nervous. Did you have to destroy it in the first place?

”Don’t be so hasty,” Jeongguk winked and opened the gas can. He took out the pipe and stuck it in the gas tank of the truck. ”Let’s hope it’s fueled up…” he set his mouth on the top of the pipe and sucked, soon grimacing from the awful taste in his mouth.

”YUP!” Jeongguk spat out the gasoline and lifted up the pipe, making sure the fuel from it dripped everywhere, leaving a small, extremely flammable trail. He motioned his open palm in front of you, signalling you to step back. ”It’s going to explode once I set it on fire.” ”Isn’t that a movie thing,” you asked and backed off with small steps.

”Shooting at a gas tank won’t explode it. Igniting the fuel will because of the amount of fuel in such a small place.” He said and lit up the match. He gave you a look before he scraped the match on the box, he put it on the ground and bolted, “Go GO GO!”

The flames ignited faster and harder than you expected compared to what happened at the maze. The gas tank was full and it ignited with such a force it made a loud boom while the fire tore it’s way through the metal.

You had ran far enough with Jeongguk but the noise still startled you. You accidentally bounced against him to his surprise but he thought nothing of it, just wrapping his arms around you to make sure you won’t fall from your clumsyness.

Your back pressed against his chest as his arms took you in their care “We’ve got to hurry. The police actually might come here.” He couldn’t help but let the nervous chuckle out once he let you go but gracefully slithered his hand on yours.

You ran with his hand engulfing yours, you haven’t run this fast since you quit being on the track team, but this time it was better, it didn’t feel like a chore. Your heart was racing and beating out of your chest but not because of the spurt, because of him.

You reached the club house and Jeongguk let you in first. He set his hands on his thighs to huff in some air. You heard the police sirens pass the property, never stopping on the way. You could finally sigh from relief, though Jeongguk never doubted you’d actually get caught.

Yoongi sat on the couch where you had left him few hours earlier, his head was tilted at an angle to scan your and Jeongguk’s heavy breathing forms. You just rushed in without saying a word.

“Have you gotten up at all?” Jeongguk turned his head at Yoongi who just shrugged.

“With great struggle I have,” he said, “Y/n, I think you wanna go to say hello to someone,” he pointed his thumb at Tae’s room, “The stitches were better than I imagined, well done Jeongguk.”

“Actually it wasn’t me, I couldn’t do it. Without her help I would’ve been useless.”

“You’re our savior then,” A smile spread on Yoongi’s often so serious face while looking at you, and just by his look you started to grow warm, you felt proud.

“Go in,” he ushered you.

You peeked in the room to find Tae laying on his back, his head was prompted on a pillow against the board of the bed. His eyes grew into slits when you entered, just only then the smile following to his lips.

He was alive, some color had returned his face, his cheek were rosy. He didn’t look close to being healthy but much better than he was when you left, Yoongi really had a magic touch and to think he did this all the while being hurt himself.

You crouched down and swooped his hair away from his forehead, his smile growing even bigger.

He grabbed your wrist when you were pulling away, “It wasn’t my time to go,” he said slowly and silently all the while looking at you- His eyes followed the tear that fell down your cheek, he exhaled through his nose and hummed, “Thank you.” He pulled you closer and his hand found its place on your back and you buried your face in his neck with your eyes closed shut to prevent the tears from falling.

He was alive. You were an idiot to leave him in his condition to someone who was barely able to stand up by his own, but he survived. Your best friend pulled through during the time you had left him. What if he didn’t end up like this?

Taehyung shushed you, his voice vibrated against your ear but it wasn’t enough to calm you down. You tried your best to not bawl your eyes out but it was unsuccessful.

”I think I’ve entered heaven,” he said and wasn’t shy of letting his amusement been heard, ”There’s an angel in my arms.”

Jeongguk sat down on the arm of the chair and stayed with Yoongi to let you have a talk with Taehyung first. He slightly smacked Yoongi’s knee. ”How’s Tae? And more importantly how’re you?”

”Good, surprisingly. I was about to take everything from our safe to take him to the hospital but then he opened up his eyes when I yelled from kicking my foot at the door,” he chuckled and shook his head. He looked at the swollen ankle he had prompted up on a chairm wondering how on earth he walked to the club like that. “I’m a bit beaten but it’s going to be alright, I’ll handle it. Good job on taking care of Tae.”

”I didn’t stitch him, she did. Without her he would’ve died, I don’t know what happened. I froze.”

”Everything’s fine now though, so it’s okay. And hey, Tae’s not in fatal conditition, I think he got knocked out from the shock and the pain,” he explained but to deaf ears. Jeongguk had his attention towards the open door to Tae’s room, he heard your cries and Tae’s words.

”You know you can’t throw a fit if she picks him over you.”

”I know. She’ll pick anyone she likes as long as she is safe and happy,” Jeongguk returned his gaze and a sorry smile to Yoongi, ”... that brings me to this; do you remember our plan?”

”Which one.”

”The one to take down Pogtan.”

”Ah, operation Get ’Em, it’s my masterpiece, of course I remember.” Yoongi looked like a proud father, his lips pulled up along with his chin, “Why?”

”Let’s do it, we just have to take down Poodle, the others will fall along him. They need a leader and Poodle took advantage of their small minds.”

”It’s risky for you. Are you sure?”

”I am.” His lips pulled a tight line, at once something Jeongguk was hundred percent sure of.

”You’re doing this for her aren’t you?” Yoongi asked the obvious question to which there was an obvious answer that he could see through. Jeongguk didn’t answer though, he look at the ground as if he didn’t hear it. Yoongi slammed his hand on his back and smiled,

“Let’s do it.”

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minyoongisjiminie · 5 years

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“I want to make you mine” (myg+kth)

(gif credit: @calicomewmew)

ship: yoongi x taehyung (taegi)

genre: fluff

disclaimer: none :)

synopsis: taehyung and yoongi are best friends, sharing a strong bond for several years. taehyung is a passionate photographer who puts his emotions into his work, always having his muse right by his side..

inspiration: this really damn cute edit i saw on insta :( + scenery by tae

a/n: yea, so basically i’m in love with all kinds of bts ships :( and these two make me so soft istg it’s nearly impossible to make me go uwu but these two literally made me insane :’( so I listened to scenery and I had this cute little idea in my mind: hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it, as much as i loved writing it

word count: 1,5k

Before both of the boys left their home they double checked if the weather was really as grey and windy as their phones predicted. Taehyung assured his friend that it was indeed really important for him to have a more triste and sad surrounding for his pictures, rather than a more colorful bright weather.

“yaaaaah.. dude you’re so weird! who the fuck goes to take pictures when it looks like that?” Yoongi widely opened his eyes and made a gesture with his hand showing the big balcony glass door that showed the sad outside view. He sighed as he realised that his younger friend didn’t seem to care about his words at all. “Are you even listening to me…” He said while pouting, keeping his glance at the wooden floor.

Taehyung held his camera in his hand, checked once again if he charged it fully and if the camera is well adjusted for the plans he had in mind. He carefully took a look at the tiny yoongi that was wrapping himself up in thick clothes so he wouldn’t catch a cold. He smiled to himself, keeping the secrets once again from yoongi, trying to not even dare to tell him that he was the only reason he wanted to go on a sudden shooting outside in the woods.

Even though both were complete opposites of each other, they were still inseparable. Of course it was undenieable that little fights now and then couldn’t be prevented. But his love for yoongi was something.. else. Just now in this moment, his older friend didn’t know that taehyung had these kinds of feelings for him. However, Taehyung did not have the plan to letting him know any time soon.

“Come on! It’s going to be just fine! I promise!” Taehyung finally breaks the silence, showing off his pearly teeth and his lips forming into his famous boxy smile.

“Ahh.. it’s so windy!!!”

Yoongi’s hair kept getting messy, due to the strong wind that started to blow around through the forest. His face was buried in the scarf and his small eyes looked tired. He was trampling behind his taller friend and put his hands in his jacket pockets. Even though he loved his friend, he sometimes had the urge to just push him into the next possible stack of loaf. What was he even doing here? He had no business here, and literally could spend his time wisely. But everytime Tae looked at him with a questioning stare, whenever he would ask if he would loved to join him during random shoots like that, his heart just couldn’t say no. Even though he knew that Taehyung would understand if he would decline any time soon.

“Ahh.. isn’t this beautiful?” Taehyung said, while aiming the camera at some tree bracnhes and flowers. Yoongi just rolled his eyes as reply and went further on the path they were following. “Dude.. are you mad?” Taehyung finally broke the awkward atmosphere both were into. “Nah.. it’s just.. it’s cold.. and I’m tired..” Yoongi stood still, rubbing his eyes and going through his messy hair. “I just want to support you, but I don’t know how, Taehyung..” Taehyung smiled and looked at the back of his older friend, that was facing him. Gosh he didn’t even suspect him at all! How completely oblivious he needed to be, to not realise how much in love Tae was with him. Not even filming or shooting his surroundings was as important as spending all the time he had with him.

What a cute grumpy idiot he was..

“Wait up! I want to shoot you!” Yoongi scrunched his nose and gifted him the most weirded out look he ever pulled. “W-Why?” Taehyung chuckled. “Do you trust me?”

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“I don’t feel comfortable ahhhh!” Yoongi screamed in a relatively tiny voice, while Tae showed him the pose he wanted Yoongi to imitate. Taehyung ignored his behavior simply and made sure his outfit looked as messy as he wanted, just to be sure he also scruffled his hair a bit. “Yahhh..” Yoongi replied, now with a more soft tone to it. Since he was really pale, it was so easy to spot when he blushes. Tae’s heart stopped a beat. “Uhh..”

Both of the boys just gazed at each other seeing the other person in a unmasked light. Seeing little scars and imperfections they never recognized before. Like, that tiny little scar under Yoongi’s left eye or that cute little mole on Taehyung’s nose.

In a perspective of an outside viewer, one could clearly think that would be a awkward atmosphere. Nevertheless, the boys didn’t let it be one.

Both quickly, came back to their senses and acted like nothing happened.

Taehyung started to shoot yoongi in the way he wanted to, including the posture and the messy outfit. They were both so silent, the only thing that filled the freezing air was the sound of the clicking camera.

“Hmm..” Soon Taehyung was finished and checked the photos. Right next to him there was Yoongi who was sitting on a big rock exhausted from the modeling job het got himself into. “I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, If I gotta be honest.” His frowning made Yoongi worry a little. Of course he always acted like he didn’t care about the hobby of his friend but deep down he knew how much it meant to him. He wanted to be a part of his passion. If he doesn’t like the pictures… maybe the problem wasn’t the scenery behind him, the lightning or even the angle. Maybe it was him.

“Ahhh! I know what the problem was haha.” Taehyung’s pouty face quickly disappeared and his boxy smile filled his face. Yoongi needed to smile a little. Even though he was really tired.

“Don’t do anything.”

Yoongi was slightly confused. “What do you mean with that?” He replied with a dry smile. “I mean like is there a certain-” Taehyung put his palm towards yoongis face to stop him from talking. “Just talk with me. Don’t act. Just walk as you would walk, smile as you would normally and naturally.” The little one just raised his head and tried to follow along. As Taehyung commanded, he tried to ignore that there was a camera following him, he talked with his friend and both quickly loosened up. There was definitely even a point where Yoongi completely forgot the camera.

“I think that should do.” Taehyung said after a while, putting his camera back into his bag. “Are you sure that you’re happy with the results? You didn’t really check how they came out.” Tae just shook his head and made a gesture with his hand showing that he is sure that is not the case. “Trust me. Remember?”

°°°°

“Home sweet home!” Yoongi said in his dark voice sounding more than relieved to be finally back. He quickly disappeared into his room and soon there were no more sounds coming out of it.

After Taehyung booted up the computer, he was opening the door of Yoongi’s room to check if he’s already asleep.

And yes, yes he was.

He didn’t even bother to take of his jacket nor his shoes. Taehyung sighed. Nothing new in this household, that’s for sure. He took of his boots and carefully put his fingers on the leather jacket of his friend. Yoongi was a good sleeper, he never woke up while Tae was trying to put a second pillow under his head or just to make sure he doesn’t have it too warm or too cold.

Before he could leave the room he could hear a muffled voice coming out of yoongis room. Taehyung stopped right at the door.

“Taehyung-ah..”

Yoongi was definitely asleep, but it never occured that he talked in his sleep, or better said, it never happened in a way that Tae could recognize.

He was repeating Tae’s name over and over again. Taehyung could feel his hands getting sweaty. “Hyung?” He just softly replied.

“Hyung loves you.. hyungie is proud of our taehyungie..” He said softly and hardly perceivable and continued to snore into his pillow. “I love you too hyung..” Tae replied, going back to his bed and going through his hyung’s hair slighly. “So much.”

°°°

After the visit to Yoongi’s room, Taehyung was curious to find out how the pictures came out. He quickly put the SD card into his laptop and checked the previous pics.

His calm breathing suddenly stopped.

The comparison of the pictures that he saw between the“model yoongi” and the “real yoongi” he realised how much of a difference it made, if Yoongi was himself or just someone tae wanted him to be. A shiver went down his spine. The pictures were so ethereal, the way he looked at him and smiled softly or the pictures where he would have a slight pout or even the pictures where he would argue with him or tease him, turned out just perfect. He realised how much he was in love with him. And now he knows that his older friend feels the same.

Maybe not in the way Taehyung did. But enough to make him understand, that as long as he stayed as his muse, right by his side. There was nothing he could ask for more.

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endoftheroad1983 · 5 years

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Unspoken Meanings

Unspoken Meanings.

Steve Rogers X Reader

The base was quiet except for your heels hitting the floor. You were on a hunt for a Mythology book when a Junior Agent brought to your attention that Nat had snag it a few days before. Now you were on your way back to the Private Lounge, which was the last place that you saw her.

The door slid open revealing a figure, in the corner of the room, reading a newspaper. The first sign of life and it happen to be Steve Rogers. You contain the heat in your cheeks as you met his eyes.

“Good Afternoon, Y/N” His voice was always so chipper when he spoke to you.

“Afternoon Cap.” You smile back as you went to the book shelf. You were there for a few before giggling exploded from the doorway.

“Steve, Y/N! How are you guys?” Wanda and Nat came through and sat on the couch in front of Steve.

“Quiet Well, thank you Wanda.” Steve answer politely earning big smiles from them.

“What about you? Y/N.” Your eyes broke away from the book shelf. A bright smile captures your lips.

“I would be better if Nat could tell me where the Mythology Book went to?” You gave the red- head the puppy dog look. Nat thought a minute before a smile, a very sly one, dawn on her face.

“Yes, I forgot that one in my room.” You thank Nat and went for the door but she cut you off.

“Hold up, I will get it for you. My room is a mess right now.” She jump up and was out the door before you could take another step. Ok, What is up with them? You question in your mind. As you look over to Wanda, you knew something was up with the two.

Wanda then took over with a conversation with Steve. You sat on the edge of a chair listening while you waited for Nat to get back. Soon you were lost in your thoughts about Steve and his golden hair.

“So who are you asking to the Christmas Party, Y/N?” Wanda asked breaking your train of thought. Now you knew for sure that your cheeks was red as a beet.

“I haven't thought about it...” You drifted off.

You dropped your eyes to the floor finding the pattern in the carpet fascinating. You could sense Wanda's lingering eyes on you before she moved her question to Steve. You held your breath as you expected him to say Sharon.

“Actually I'm got a three month long mission coming up and I won't be making it.”

Your heart ping with sadness. It wasn't right that he was going on a mission when he should be near his friends and family. Trying to find Bucky was beginning to take a toll on him. And it seem to you that he was losing touch of what he believed in.

“That sucks.” You heard your own voice state out. Your eyes met his and you could hear him suck in a breath. His blue eyes cloud with something you couldn't tell. Your heart flutter at the moment.

“Yes, I agree.”

“Here's the book Y/N.” Nat enter breaking up the conversation.

“Thanks a bunch Nattie.” You hug her and wish the others a bye.

The door swish behind you cause you to freeze in mid-step. The sliding door didn't fully shut and it was Steve saying your name that caught your attention.

“I mean... Is there or was there someone she was going to ask?”

Her cheeks flared up as you knew the gig was up. Nat and Wanda knew everything about your crush on the overly sweet old timer. You waited for them to spill the beans.

'I hear a couple of rumours but haven't sat down to talk about it.” Wanda lie through her teeth. You took let a small breath out in relief.

“Same here, Why, Rogers? Got something you want to share with the class?” Nat tease him causing you to flee the scene. What if he said he like you? You weren't worthy of being his lover. You were to shy, and a bit bossy, and a total nut over how things were done. Captain America didn't need someone like you bossing him around.

A week after the encounter you found yourself in the same room with Steve a lot. He was polite and funny as ever but something shone in his eyes that always darken them whenever you were around. Was it too late or had he already dropped off? You tried joking back with him and you were reward with his smile.

It had been another week, and the both of you were in a meeting together. You pulled him aside as the rest of the people moved by.

“Hey! I know Thursday is your last day before you leave. And you don't have to come or anything. But I got something planned in the Rec Room around 6pm. If you could stop by? Please.” His bright blue eyes melted into happiness.

“I don't know...” He began but you could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“Please, Please, Please!” You laid on your best puppy face as he chuckle at your act.

“Well only if you say please.” He retorted.

“Thank you!” You threw your arms around his neck and jump closer to him as you hug him. He only hesitating for a second before he wrapped his arms around you. He close the little gap that you had left.

“Oh your not going to regret it. I see you in a few days.” You were walking on Cloud Nine. That's when you realise that you were still in his arms.

The both of you were blushing as you pulled apart. It was then that Sam came to collect Steve for a late jog. The two of you bid each other a good-bye. With Sam throwing you a wink as he knew what you were planning.

So for the next couple of days you were dazed out. Giggling at the whole scene over and over. You wished you got it on video so you could watch it over and over. Every time you seen Steve your eyes lit up. And you could of sworn his did as well. Nat and Wanda had caught on. They playfully throw jokes your way about your crush. And dare you say it, but you were hoping everything planned out as you plan. If that was the case you were going to ask him on a date for when he got back.

But by Wednesday, Steve demeanour change against you. You had caught him looking at you sideways. But not with the happy glint like the past days, this one was a wounded puppy look. What happen to cause that? The two times you caught up with him and asked made Steve quickly brush it off. He then made a poor excuse to leave. You shrugged it off as he might have been thinking of Bucky again. You hope that the next night would help change his mood. Only little did you know how much change it would bring.

Now it was Thursday and well past 8. The room was gather with only the close friends of Steve's. A banner hung over a colorful lit tree, it read. Merry Christmas, Steve!” You had planned an early Christmas for Steve so that he knew he was still loved here. But Steve was no where in sight.

“We should begin eating.” You announce to Nat, who had help by taking over the party when she saw how heart broken you really were.

“I'm sure he's just running late.” Wanda tried comforting you as her eyes landed on Sam's dark ones. He shook his head no. He had been trying to reach Steve on the phone to rein him in. He knew the crush that he was hiding from everyone. And he didn't want Steve to drop it down the drain like he was doing right now.

“No, I mean. It's not like I got him to promise to come.” You smiled at her. “It's just he's been so lonely. I just thought this might help.”

Forty-five minutes later and Tony and Thor had you feeling a bit better by their joking and stories. And the flirting competition between them for you was a fresh of breath air. Even though they were only teasing it was still fun to have the attention. Even though the guest of the party hadn't shown it had turn out to be a great time. Everyone agreed to put Steve's presents in his room along with the tree and banner. Tony and Nat had agreed to even leave pictures of the party guest waving to him just to show him what he had missed.

You were heading back to your room from the kitchen. You had stay back and straighten up the Rec Room. Tony told you he would have it taken care of but you weren't in the mood to hang around and mope in your room. You turn down the hall that lead to the rooms when you heard the giggling.

It's was from a blonde girl you had never seen before. And she was stuck to Steve as if her life depended on it. You were caught in the view before your heart kick back into pumping blood. Ever emotion that you had know was raining down on you as you couldn't get them kissing out of your head.

You had manage to step back out of view before hearing Natasha clear her voice.

“Cap? Do you have a moment?” She ask more in a demanding tone then a question. You heard Steve moan as he pulled the girl away from her.

“He'll just be a second, Honey.” Nat point to the sitting area down at the opposite hall. After a moment of silences Nat broke it again.

“So your not answering phones now?”

“I don't know, what do you what me to say?” Steve groan out to her. You could hear the dread in his voice about what she was bringing up. Which was you and the surprise party.

“You know Y/N work really hard...”

And that was your cue to leave. You had enough and thanks to Lady Luck being on your side, you were still dress in your street clothes. You security your purse by the strap and left the building. Ignoring F.R.I.D.A.Y's question about your whereabouts so late. You ended up riding through country roads on a motorcycle from Tony's everyday collection. You were not stupid enough to take from his rare collection, you did value your life. You found a nice Bed and Breakfast to stay in for the rest of the weekend. You sent Nat a text then turn off your phone.

A month and a half later you found yourself sitting beside Nat and Petiro at Tony's Christmas party. You pretended to be having a good time but you weren't. Everything about Steve was popping out in the decorations Tony had set up. Every blue lit reminded you of the night you came back home. Steve was already gone and you had turn your phone back on. It lit up with 66 message and texts from Steve. But you dare not listen to them or read them. Instead you copy them in a folder and hid it on your phone. You wanted nothing more to do with that man.

Your phone began to buzz. It had been quiet for awhile now. You look down to see it was Steve. You press the ignore button as you lower your phone down.

“You know he might stop calling if you just answer it.” Nat lean in whispering to you. As if she was reading Steve's thought the phone began to buzz again.

“So if I answer he will stop?” You look be-wild at Natasha.

Before she could answer you hit the green button and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N...” Steve's voice was low and rough. His tone held out as if he was surprise that you answered.

“No.” You simply states as you hung up. This earn you rolling eyes for Nat.

“What? I can't just let it go. He knew what he was doing when he ignore Sam calls. And yes I know about that.” Nat smile knowing that there wasn't much she could hide from her friend.

“Give him a chance to explain.” She pleaded with you again.

“Explain what part? when he didn't show or the part that he was stuffing a strangers tongue down his throat? Beside it doesn't matter because he didn't do anything wrong.”

You stood up and dismissed yourself. You had enough. The buzzing of your phone rang out in your ears. You had left it on the table with Nat. She can deal with him. You quickly made your way to your room thankful that the noise from the party cease in the hall. You gather up your comfy pj's and dash into your bathroom for a shower. That's when you realise that someone was in your room. Was it Nattie coming to scold you again? You quickly change making sure you were decent before entering your bedroom.

“Come to lecture me again mother?” You tease Nat as you step into the cold air. Your eyes landed on the intruder. Your mind went blank. There sitting on your bed was Steve. His face was weather with stress and concerned. It almost look foreign to you. His face was cover with weeks long hair that look like a starter beard. His hands were flat against his knees.

Steve was also sporting a deer in headlight look as well.

“Well I don't think I'm in a position to lecture unless we are talking about not answering your phone.” You could tell that he was trying to lighten the mood.

“I took that page from someone.” You try to answer playful but you really weren't in the mood.

“Yea, Nat told me everything.” He raise his hand and rubbed the back of his golden hair. He was looking for something to say. And when he couldn't find anything you stepped up again.

“I thought you were on a three month mission?” You had lost the anger in your voice. You dropped your eyes at how weak your voice was at the moment.

“Yea I lied about that.” Your eyes found his again by the time he was done. Steve lied? What for? You wanted to ask but you knew were you stood with him.

“Oh.” Was all that you can say.

“Y/N, please about that night...” Steve stood up. His normally blue eyes were grey and pleading for you to look at him.

“It's not anything Steve. I notice that you were down in the dumps so I wanted to make you feel better. I said you didn't have to go.” You almost said it was stupid but you know that would be playing on his heart feels and you weren't playing that low tonight.

Steve took a few steps toward you. You stood still and held what little ground you had with him. Steve took a few more once he realise it was safe.

“Look, You don't have to go or not, it's up to you but here.” Steve held out a small white envelop, that appear out of nowhere. It took you a moment to take it from him. What was going on here? You were getting played, your brain flared up at the words that you spoke to him.

“Steve...” You growl your warning on him.

“Please, please, Please think about it.” He cut you off by pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear. His breath was warm and sticky. His voice was low and pleading that your heart was about to comment the Hairy Carey.

This wasn't fair as Steve hit you right in the feels but before you could say something or anything. Steve was gone. Just as quietly as he appeared then he was gone. You look down at the plain white envelope.

You didn't want to open it but your curiosity got the better of you. You slid a home made card out that was drawn by Steve. It held a Christmas theme. You open the card to read.

“Go to Wanda's Room.” You look down at the clock it was only a half hour since Steve left. You wave the card in the air as your heart and brain got into it.

We must go, Says your heart. No we don't, Says your brain and you had a feeling it's was right. You always couldn't be that kind of lover Steve should have. That blonde chick was perfect for him. So that was that. You decide that you weren't going to Wanda's room.

But as you were thinking about it your body was already switch back into street clothes. What were you thinking? Your brain scolded as you made your way to Wanda's room. The party was still in full mode so you weren't worry about running into people at the time.

Your fist was about to make contact with the door when it open revealing Nat behind it.

“What's going on?” You question the second you saw the smile on Nat's face. She doesn't answer right away as she took your arms and pull you in.

“I knew you would show up!” Wanda squeal as jumped up from her bed. There was a set of winter clothing laying out on her bed.

“Look, Y/N. We need to talk for a minute.” Nat pulled you down to a chair across the room.

“About what?” You eyes scrunched up with confusion.

“It was our fault that Steve didn't come to your party.” Wanda slipped out.

“What!?” You ask in a stupor, “Why would you do that?” Your voice held no anger just pure confusion.

Wanda pull back, guilt and sorrow wash over her face. Nat took over this time.

“We didn't mean too. Steve overheard our teasing with you and assume that you were going to bring him to the surprise party. So he decided to pull a Tony. That's why he was with the chicky. But after you left the building, Steve and her went into his room and saw the set up. He kick her out and began searching the base for you. But only to be inform by F.R.I.D.A.Y that you had left for the evening. I'm so sorry we had no idea our teasing you would upset Steve like that.” Nat held a mirror expression.

You fell back into the chair. Your mind was just now blown.

“Then why did he lie about going on the mission?” You huff out to them after regaining your whole guilt of being a Mook to him.

“I think you hit the nail on the head when you said he felt like he was lonely. So I think he was planning on just a Solo vacation. You know the kind that you do to clear your head. But after two weeks my phone wouldn't stop ringing until I spilled the beans.” You groan at the image of them telling him about your crush.

“Oh stop that! Sam told us about Steve's crush on you ages ago!” You stopped groaning half way when she told you about that.

“So what now?” Nat asks as she stood up.

“Yea, what now?” You mirror question as you not quite following.

“Are you ready for this?” Again, out of nowhere Nat pulls out an envelop.

“What now?” You ask as you stood up.

New York City in December might be magical to others but it's not for you. There was hardly any snow and it was colder then what you had ever experiences. You were bundle up in the gear that was laying on Wanda's bed. Thankful that you listen to her.

You step out into the roof of the base. Down below was the faint pounding of the party music, and yes it was still swinging at two in the morning. You look around to see a dark blue party tent had been set up.

“Steve?” You whisper out loud half wanting to run away. You never could handle intense emotional moments. But as you took a step back you heard the tent plastic being pulled back.

“Ah Y/N, You look wonderful tonight.” Steve's voice and attitude was back to his happiness again. You shot him a questioning look as you were bundled up in snow gear. Steve, one the other hand was dressed in a black tuxedo with a purple flower pin to his coat pocket.

“I think I'm under dress for this.” You point out as the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turn into a professional wrestling match.

Steve move gracefully towards you and grabbed your arm. He gently interlocks your arms together like a gentleman and walk you toward the tent.

“Nonsense you always look amazing in purple.” You blushed at his bold statement. Steve never really comment on your appearance before, “I'm glad you showed up. I have something special plan for you.”

You could see all of Steve friends and Family hanging in the tent to make up for the one he missed but you were stand corrected. The huge party tent was empty except for the two of you. A table for two was one side of the tent as the Christmas tree that you made for him was on the other side. Above it the banner that read Merry Christmas, Steve, but written with your name instead of his.

“Oh Steve.” You whisper out. Pictures hung on the tree was of that night. Everyone’s happy faces brought one to your lips. Tears well up in your eyes as you blink them away.

“I hope you don't mind that it's the two of us. I was hoping just to spend time with just you.”

Your C/E snapped up to his bright blue ones. He lead you to the table where he uncover all the foods that you had made for him.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” Steve beamed at his work.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.” You walk over to sit down but was engulf by Steve huge body.

“Wait! Let's open presents before we eat.” Steve was glowing like a small Child waiting for his toys.

“Presents?” You question Steve's back as he reach for something in the tree. He turn around and held out a F/C, F/A, the stuff animal was holding yet another enveloped. In his other hand he held the small shiny, blue Christmas gift that you had gotten him all those weeks ago.

“She really adorable, How did you know I like F/As.” You question as the gleam in his eyes grew brighter.

“I have like you for a very long time.” Steve's voice was as confident as his smile.

“Open yours first.” You push back into his arms.

Steve did as you asked and was in awe. You had bought him a DVD collect of drawling lessons from a online school. You knew that he still had a hard time going out into public. Everyone distracted him from the few times he went to an art class. It embarrassed him to no end that people would down right stare at him during the classes.

“These are amazing!” He pick you up with great ease.

“I'm glad you like them after the class disaster.”

The only people that knew about it was you and Sam. You both were in the kitchen when he stroll in from his final class. You could see that he was reliving the memory like you had.

“Now open yours.” Steve set the collect on the table. He turn to face you completely.

You open the envelop just like the other two but instead of a card there was two tickets. It was to your favourite band in the world. The date was set for two weeks from now. Your eye grown wide as you barely spoke to Steve of this band.

“Oh Steve, Thank You!” And you found yourself jumping back into his arms just like the first time. Only this time Steve didn't hesitate, he moved his arms to catch you and keep you pressed firmly to him. You broke from the hug a few minutes later but not from each other.

“Your not finished.” Steve tease you with his low breath against your neck. You looked up to him only to have your lips met his.

You stayed in that motion for a while before breaking a part.

“That was the best Christmas gift I could ever gotten.” You giggle as his arms tighten around you.

“Oh that wasn't your next gift. I just couldn't hold control myself any longer.” Steve pulled you over to the tree. A home-made card was sitting on a tree branch.

Steve pulled it down for you. You open it find a note explain a nice vacation for the both of you till the concert. You beam up at him.

“You really want to go with me?” You ask in tiny voice.

“Oh Doll, you make Christmas Home.”

And with that you were engulfed in a sea of his kisses.

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__April Showers

You fell for Choi Hyunsuk in April, head over heels in love, only to lose him as soon as the showers ended.

Pairing: Choi Hyunsuk x female reader

Word Count: 4,293

Featuring: Byunggon, Jihoon, Junkyu, Keita, and Yoshinori

Warnings: Some a-n-g-s-t

A/N: Hi, hello, I wrote this in the last four-ish hours instead of working on my other drafts. Obviously, this ended up being a whole 4k mess of words, so read at your own risk. Also, the ‘...’ indicate section end/scene change since sometimes the dividers don’t work. Sorry for any mistakes!!!

You fell for Hyunsuk in the beginning of April, when the air was thick with the incoming rain, everything humid. When fate had brought you to a small cafe as it had begun to sprinkle, a cafe that nobody ever visited, occupied by the one lone barista and customer, back to you and newspaper in front of him.

You remembered staring at his back as your ordered, the dark tips of his dyed blonde hair and the curve of his shoulder, swaying silver earrings. The kind of profile you wanted to draw with thin charcoal, outline in dark ink with a splash of glitter gel pen for his jewelry. You stared for so long that he eventually looked back, eyes connecting, hint of a smile.

“Sit with me.” He had called, and you had taken your drink and sat across from him without a second thought. He was your age; straight out of high school but not yet on his way to college, and so tiny you could fit him in your palm, like a little fairy with a hero’s face. “You’re a new face.” He had said, that same smile flitting across his face.

“I’ve never been here before.” You explained, sipping on your drink. He nodded, and you noticed the open notebook in front of him, the music notes doodled thoughtlessly across the margins. “Do you compose?” You asked, lifting your chin at the notebook. He moved his hand over the page, biting his lip.

“A little. Do you draw?” He motioned to the spirals of your sketchbook sticking out of your haphazardly thrown together bag. Blushing, you nodded. He grinned. “Draw me?” He asked, cupping his chin in his palm. You laughed, shook your head; though it was more of the sense that you never drew anyone, not that you didn’t want to draw him.

“Here, how about this.” He had said, reaching forward to tap the top of your sketchbook. “You draw me and I’ll write you a song.” You looked at him, dumbfounded, but he only smiled that blinding smile, all white teeth and lips. It was the type of smile that made you fall at first glance, head over heels in dangerous love with a boy you had just met.

“My name is Hyunsuk.” He, Hyunsuk, said. It was a name that fit him so perfectly, fit his raggedy black hoodie and flashy new sports shoes. His hand was small, thin gold bands tracing up his fingers, inlaid with jewels that were almost certainly fake, but nonetheless pretty. You stared at his outstretched hand, soft and warm.

“I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself shyly, shaking that warm hand. His skin smelled like flowers, violet rose. It made you think of petals blossoming in the winter, unfurling against white snow, ice dripping down in a messy aesthetic of sharp color. “And deal.” You added, taking out your sketchbook and one of your drawing pencils, the ones without an eraser so that you only drew and never stopped.

Hyunsuk smiled, biting his bottom lip, and it made your heart beat faster. You watched him bend his head, look down at his paper, already concentrating. Only moments ago you had been imagining tracing his profile on blank paper; now you were in control of the picture, a smudgy nose and soft eyes, messy hair falling in all the wrong directions over his eyes.

The two of you sat in silence as your drinks got cold, focused on each other and the art in front of you. Your sketch of Hyunsuk became a portrait, black and white shading and strokes, while Hyunsuk’s doodles became a song, the blank page filling up with notes over crooked lines and scribbled words.

Hours passed, and then the cafe was closing, and you and Hyunsuk were standing under the awning as it poured. The air was fresh and electric, ozone in the air, and Hyunsuk laughed, rain tangling in his bangs as he ripped out the song, folding it and handing it to you. You took it hesitantly, feeling flushed all over.

“You can keep the drawing. I had enough enjoyment watching you.” Hyunsuk said, waving and then looking up at the sky, thinking. He pulled his hood up, tucking his earbuds in and his phone away, and then dashed across the street. You watched him go in shock, the paper crinkling in your hand as you watched him disappear into the hazy gray night.

When you looked at the song, you saw he had written a number at the bottom, along with the words ‘call me-chs’.

...

You told yourself you wouldn’t call him, but you ended up dialing the number the next night, when the emptiness of your apartment stretched out a little too long. Silence was a lonely companion to have, your fingers tracing over the music notes, wishing you had a voice to sing the tune to you.

“Hello?” His raspy voice asked as soon as he picked up, and you smiled. “Hey, this is y/n. We met the other night, remember?” There was a beat of silence, long enough to make you feel nervous, hand curling around the frayed denim of your cutoff jeans.

“Of course.” Hyunsuk said sweetly. “How could I forgot such a beautiful artist such as yourself?” Warmth bloomed in your chest at the fact that he had called you an artist, not just a pretty human. It made you feel more like you were worth something, more than just your face or your curves.

“Ah, well, the problem is that you gave me a song but no way to sing it.” You admitted shyly. “I can’t sing to save my life.” Hyunsuk mmm-hmmed on the other end of the line, and you heard crackling static, voices mixing away from the call. You wondered if he was with other people.

A moment later he was back. “Hey, wanna go someplace with me?” He asked. “I can pick you up, if you like.” The you you knew didn’t jump into situations randomly, didn’t fall for strangers like a girl tripping on a dress. So why were you nodding, agreeing, falling for this stranger with a smile that would probably break your heart?

“Cool, I’ll text you my street.” You murmured into the receiver, hanging up before you could regret it. You’d wait at the corner, you decided, standing up and surveying yourself in the mirror. Faded and ripped jeans, a loose white shirt, and bare feet. Appropriate attire for a day at home, but you had no idea what this place Hyunsuk was taking you to held.

Moving to your room, you threw on a loose purple blouse and a pair of white shorts, as well as your knee length black socks and chunky white tennis shoes. A little mismatched, a little unordinary, but perfectly you. An artsy, paint stained mess of a girl with hair that was cut a little choppy, unruly bangs, but enough of a look to make you feel kind of cute.

You jogged back out of the room, grabbing your purse—which contained keys to a car you hardly used, your phone, and other essential items—and ran out of your apartment. You felt like you had been electrified, thinking of Hyunsuk running his hands through his blond hair, his rakish smile. Was this what people talked about when they said they fell head over heels in love at first sight? Maybe it wasn’t that bad of a feeling after all.

Hyunsuk pulled up five minutes after you had stationed yourself at the streetlamp on the corner, watching the dimming sunlight. The whir of his motorcycle broke the still air, and your hair fluttered in the breeze as he skated to a stop inches from where you stood. Pushing up his visor, he leaned forward, hands covered with leather biking gloves.

“You look nice.” He said, passing you the other helmet. You fitted it over your head, tugging the straps down and trying to fasten it with your clumsy fingers. Hyunsuk laughed, and it sounded like sunshine and late nights and too many stars to count. “Come here.” He said, motioning you forward. Reaching up, he did the clasp for you, hands brushing the bare skin of your chin. You shivered, not used to contact with others.

“Hold on tight.” He told you as you swung your leg over the back, cautiously wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” You asked, your voice coming out strangely teasing and playful. Hyunsuk laughed and shook his head, eyes in half moons when he did.

“No, it’s a secret.” He said, kicking back. “Besides, I want to make our first date have an air of mystery.” You sat back, hands pulling tight around his waist, and the smile faded off of Hyunsuk’s face. “Why, did I say something wrong?” He asked carefully. “Do you not want me to call this our first date? Did I misread the situation?”

You shook your head, knowing that the helmet didn’t hide how red your cheeks were. “No, I’ve just never really dated before—but I do want this to be our first date! I mean, I’m willing to give it a try...I mean…” You trailed off, hiding your face in his back so you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

“Okay.” Hyunsuk said, starting the motorcycle up with a roar that shook you. “First date it is, then.”

...

The place Hyunsuk took you looked inconspicuous, a small graffitied entrance to a beat down club. He led you in the entrance, hand loosely holding yours, and you looked around in puzzlement as it opened up into a spacious room. Music was pounding, the lighting a soft pastel, fairy lights strung up. There weren’t many people, but the ones there were obviously enjoying themselves.

“What is this place?” You asked in awe, looking around with your mouth hanging open. Hyunsuk only let out another bright laugh, leading you to a round table in the back, near where the DJ was blasting music. He waved upwards, and the DJ waved back, headphones slipped around his neck.

“This is where I make the magic happen.” Hyunsuk said, letting go of you to spread his arms out, like an announcer. “You said you wanted to hear me sing you the song. I admit I can’t really sing—rapping is more my thing—but I’ll try my best for you, darling. He pulled out a chair at the table, motioning for you to sit down. Four other boys were looking at you, wide eyed and curious.

“Y/n, meet Jihoon, Junkyu, Yoshinori, and Keita. The angsty looking DJ up there is Byunggon.” You nodded timidly, shaking hands quickly with each one of them—except for Byunggon, who was obviously preoccupied. “Now, guys, take good care of her. I have a song to sing and a deal to fulfill.” Hyunsuk said, winking at you as he moved away as quickly as he had come.

“Ah, another girl who fell for him.” Junkyu said, giving you a wide smile. Though you were unsure of what he meant, you offered a thin smile anyways, trying to hide how uncomfortable you were. No matter how kind they were, you still didn’t enjoy meeting new people. Except for Hyunsuk, it seemed.

“She’s already head over heels.” Jihoon tsked, and you slunk down in your seat. Keita hit him. “Dude. I think it’s for real this time.” Jihoon scoffed, and you swallowed, deciding to not pay attention anymore.

There was the sound of a screeching mic, and then the music cut off abruptly. “Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your dance time, but I have a special song to sing tonight.” Hyunsuk said, the mic squealing with feedback painfully. He grimaced, leaning away and adjusting it slightly. You watched him, transfixed.

The lights faded out, darkness surrounding you, and you stared at the stage, the pool of light making Hyunsuk’s edges glow. He took the microphone from the stand, standing back a few paces, and started to sing, the very notes of the song you had written playing over the speakers. You wondered if he’d planned this just now, or had it planned already.

Hyunsuk was right; he wasn’t the best at singing, but his rap was amazing. You closed your eyes, taking in the sound of his husky, slow, sweet voice, like a soothing balm. It felt perfect to you, like a voice that would whisper ‘i love you’ in your ear, read stories aloud at night, play the radio and sing along under his breath.

When he finished, you opened your eyes, a smile spreading across your face. The other boys faded away, and you were only watching Hyunsuk hop off the stage, in his ripped jeans and silky jacket. He waved at you, running over to the table with an expectant look on his face. You slow clapped in his face, unable to keep a silly grin off your face.

“You were too much for words to express.” You said, standing so you were face to face. Hyunsuk practically beamed, grabbing your hands and giving you a quick spin. A chorus of ‘oohhs’ rose from the table as Hyunsuk dragged you down to the dance floor, spinning you out in a twirl.

You let out a loud laugh, feeling something unfurling in your heart, like you were letting go of a ten pound weight that had been holding you down. Your feet felt light as you spun back against him, the floor a moving pattern of squares all lost in a blur of color beneath you. Hyunsuk’s eyes were dark and captivating, and you let yourself spiral into them, dark pools of water with tiny crescent slivers of light.

Through his shirt, you felt the beating of his heart, slamming against his ribcage like a bird threatening to break free. Or maybe that was your own heart—maybe it was both your hearts, beating erratically together. Or maybe you two were sharing a heart now, a wild heart that beat for each other only.

“I’d write a million more songs for you, if I could.” Hyunsuk murmured in your ear, his voice exactly like you had imagined, and you smiled against him, feeling safe for once in your life. “What do you say you give me a chance to do so?” He added, pushing your hair back from your face.

You liked the sound of that.

...

Hyunsuk kissed you on the dance floor, hands cupping your face, bodies pressed together as everyone else revolved around you, a slow burn of emotion. It was perfect.

...

“What would you think of putting your artwork in this gallery?” Hyunsuk asked, holding the magazine up to you. It was a lazy day in late July, and you were sitting in your living room, Hyunsuk’s head in your lap was you both paged through various newspapers and magazines. The late afternoon sunlight was spilling in like honey, criss crossing his face. His hair dye was fading out, a messy patchwork of brown and wheat.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You hummed, taking it from him and reading through it. “It sounds really hard to get into.” Hyunsuk smiled up at you, warmer than the sun itself, your one beacon of light.

“I think you could do it.” He murmured, pulling you down to kiss him. You ran your fingers through his short hair, feeling the cold metal of his earrings press against you. “Remember the girl who boldly demanded I sing a song for her? Channel that girl and go submit that artwork I know you’re hiding.” He let go, voice teasing.

You blushed. “I didn’t demand you do anything.” Hyunsuk quirked one eyebrow.

“That’s not how I remember it.” You hit him lightly, mood already passing, the entry in front of you seemingly full of possibilities. Hyunsuk was your magic, your inspiration. You had a sketchbook full of pictures of him; in charcoal and pencil, paint and oil, watercolor and crayons. You could fill a million more, all of him, his face and his hands and his necklaces and his jackets and his lips.

“I’ll give it a try.” You finally said, and the smile Hyunsuk gave you was reward enough.

...

For your six month anniversary, Hyunsuk took you for a ride on the highway. You rode with your arms firmly around his waist, watching the lights whip past, that feeling of being able to go anywhere. You fit into Hyunsuk’s shoulder now, head tucked there, feeling the sharp edge of his collarbone.

Hyunsuk pulled off the highway, coasting to a stop in front of the ocean. You hopped off excitedly, peering over the railing and smelling the salt on the wind. “How did you know I’ve always wanted to visit the ocean?” You asked excitedly, hooking your feet around the bottom and leaning out.

“Careful there.” Hyunsuk said, pulling you back. “Come on, let’s go down.” He jumped over the railing, slipping and sliding down the coast. You followed suit—though more carefully than him—and landed in the sand. It was cool when you steadied yourself, the sun having long left it.

Hyunsuk had moved down to the waves, leaving his shoes behind as he waded in. You hurriedly falling in, sucking in deep breathes, trying to keep some of the scent with you. Growing up you hadn’t been close to an ocean, and you’re one taste of the beach had been enough to leave you hungry for more. One of your dreams was a beach house, summers spent with golden sand and salty waves, surfing and swimming and floating.

“It’s cold!” You shrieked, dancing on tiptoes over the frothy tide. Hyunsuk pulled you in tight, arms interlocked. He didn’t say anything, just smiled, and you pressed yourself against the warmth of his body. He was staring out across the waves, and you followed his gaze, over the endless ocean.

“Something on your mind?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him and leaning in close. Hyunsuk smiled lightly, shifting in the slightest, his expression more distant than it had been in a while.

“No, nothing.” He said, and then he splashed water all over you, scooping up a handful and flinging it in a shower. You screamed, stumbling back and slipping. Hyunsuk’s eyes widened comically as you grabbed onto him, silencing him mid laugh as you both toppled backwards, water enveloping you.

You surfaced, bodies tangled together underwater, your faces so close to each other that you could make out every feature of Hyunsuk’s face clearly. He studied you, pushing wet hair back. “I love you so much.” He mumbled, kissing you, and you melted into it—into him—and everything was right again, because he was yours, and you were his.

...

Christmas was cold and loud, you in the center of all of Hyunsuk’s friends, gifts passed around and wrapping paper floating through the air. Hyunsuk had a ribbon tied around his wrist, a bow stuck on his head, and you pulled him close, giggling.

“What, are you my gift?” You teased, kissing his nose, and Hyunsuk laughed, adjusting the bow. His eyes said; I’ve always been yours, but the room was too loud for him to actually say something to you.

“Ugh, the two lovebirds are still going strong.” Jihoon said, wrinkling his nose, and the room faded into uproarious laughter, Hyunsuk throwing his gift at Jihoon, who barely caught it, doubled over at something that wasn’t even funny. Everyone was laughing, and you were laughing too, so much your sides hurt.

Something about Hyunsuk made you so happy it was painful, knowing that this happiness was only yours while it lasted. Still, you let yourself be taken over by this instantaneous joy, this feeling of being full of everything someone needed. Love and friendship and family, Hyunsuk’s hand in yours and his million dollar smile, his voice and the way your bodies fit together, like each curve had been made for the other’s. Two puzzle pieces, finally finding each other.

“You have a pensive look on your face again.” Hyunsuk observed, leaning forward to gently brush wrapping paper out of your hair. You were sure there was even more still stuck there, tape too probably. Junkyu had thrown a whole gift at you, and it had gone everywhere. You smiled at him, grabbing his hands gently.

“I’m just thinking that I’m so happy that I have you, that I have this.” You confessed with a soft smile. Hyunsuk didn’t smile, a vaguely sad expression crossing his face. “And I hope I have you forever.” You added with a whisper, trying to hold back years. “Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Oh, y/n.” Hyunsuk exhaled, chin wobbling and tears glittering in his eyes. He pulled you in tight, hand on the back of your head. Face buried in the fabric of his shirt, you let tears slip free, wetting it. You felt Hyunsuk’s shaking shoulders, your own shirt damp as well, and clutched him tighter.

Please, never let me lose him.

...

Hyunsuk and you were never perfect. You fought about music and art and politics and what it meant to be in love. You fought about boundaries and limits, about the time Hyunsuk kissed another girl when he was drunk. You fought about getting drunk and going to college and futures that weren’t quite as mapped out as Hyunsuk made them see.

Hyunsuk wasn’t perfect, and neither were you, but your imperfect relationship was working out fine. It was fine, because you had confessed your heart to him, and he had given yours back.

...

One day, you opened the door to the apartment you now shared, and found it empty. Hyunsuk’s stuff was still strewn all over the place, opened notebooks and uncapped pens. Everything was there except for Hyunsuk and his motorcycle—it was your one year anniversary, and he had told you to come home, because he had another one of his spontaneous plans thrown together.

You called him, listened to the empty ringing, and wondered when he was getting home.

...

You waited, and waited, and waited. You called his friends, only to be met with answers that weren’t quite right, Junkyu stumbling over his words in a way that made you wonder if Hyunsuk was kissing another girl again, had his arms wrapped around some other stranger on the dance floor.

...

You called him again and again, but got tired of listened to the repetitive rings. Finally, you threw your phone across the room and slumped against the wall, burying your face into your knees, a curled up ball of pain.

...

Jihoon called you.

...

It was raining, but you ran anyways, slipping and sliding across the ground, tripping and ripping your jeans open, blood dripping down from your cut knees. You ran and ran, drenched and trembling in the emergency room, gasping sobs as you scanned every room for Hyunsuk, Hyunsuk, Hyunsuk.

When you found him, all you could see was red at first, then Jihoon standing at the foot of the bed, hands white and gripping the rails, face twisted into an expression of grief. “Y/n.” He said, and you knew, but you didn’t, you couldn’t.

Please, I asked you to never let me lose him.

“You’re lying.” You were screaming, your voice a crescendo of wavering notes, even though Jihoon hadn’t said anything more than your name. “No no no, you’re lying to me. Hyunsuk...Hyunsuk’s still here. He’s just hurt, right? You’re lying. He’s fine. He’s fine. He has to be fine—!”

You screamed, sinking to the ground, hearing the flatline on a monotone. There was nobody to grab your shoulders, shake you, hold you, because that was what Hyunsuk would have done. He would have hugged you and sung a song in your ear until you could breathe again.

Now all you could hear in your ears was a dull ringing, a repetitive pulsing of red lines behind your eyelids. You couldn’t breathe. Where was Hyunsuk to tell you to breathe? Who was supposed to help you catch your breath when he wasn’t here; when he was the one who was causing you to suffocate?

Your voice was raw, but you screamed on—though maybe you weren’t even making any noise anymore, maybe you had used it all up, maybe your voice had left when Hyunsuk did.

Hyunsuk.

...

“He wrote a song for you.” The funeral was dark and dreary, and you felt like you could barely stand, a swaying shadow on her feet, in the back of the crowd. They had asked you to make a speech. You had walked up to the podium and stared at the mic, remembered Hyunsuk singing to you the second day you had met.

Your voice was still gone. When you opened your mouth, nothing came out. No more ragged sobs, stuttered cries. Your eyes were dry now, too. It was like Hyunsuk leaving had sucked everything he had given back to you away. No more heart, no more soul, no more art, no more smiles.

No more magic.

...

In the darkness of your apartment, you listened to Hyunsuk’s last song, his familiar voice filling your ears. His one year gift to you, his surprise. The studio he had been coming back from, the one where he had finished recording. A story you had found out in bits and pieces, a goodbye you had never got to say and he had never got to tell you.

“Oh baby, I’ll love you forever.” Hyunsuk said in your ears, and you sobbed into your sleeves, the sadness overwhelming, the memories a crushing force.

...

It was April and it was raining outside, a shower that never ended.

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