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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be... maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. maybe even more than 'just friends'. (aka, reader has a reputation, eddie's still a virgin, filth ensues)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 5.6k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only, of course), virginity loss, best friends to lovers, slight angst (mostly just hurt/comfort), unprotected sex, creampie, degradation kink (but like, in a loving way?), rough filthy fucknasty sex for no reason at all except that I'm a whore, L-bomb, reader is a candy corn hater (this was hard for me guys ngl), all men being trash except eddie (so, you know, real life)

“God, I can’t stand these,” you grimaced as you shoved the baggies of candy corn towards him.

“More for meee!” Eddie sang happily as he scooped them all up, cackling to himself as he filled his arms. He looked especially in character as a pirate in that moment, treating the candy like his treasure. His costume had actually come together better than you expected: the tight leather pants and boots looked less rocker and more sailor when paired with the flowy white shirt and black eyepatch.

"Will you trade your Sour Patch Kids for my candy cigarettes?" you asked him, getting an incredulous scoff in return.

"No way," he shook his head, "I don't need candy ones, got a couple packs of the real kind in my room."

You frowned. "Guess the candy economy changed since we were kids, huh?"

He looked up at you, a tender look in his eyes as he smiled. "Yeah…" he trailed off.

"I'm surprised anybody gave a couple of giant seniors candy for trick-or-treating," you smirked. "I guess that's the benefit of 'chaperoning' your Hellfire friends."

"Exactly," he beamed. "And hey, maybe we're a little old for it, but you make for a lovely princess."

You batted your eyelashes playfully, tilting your head with the tiara pinned on top. "Who, me? I'm just dressed as a good excuse to repurpose an old homecoming gown."

He laughed, but then seemed to get a bit more serious then (but still happy). "I'm glad we could do this," he decided. "Like old times."

"We always spend Halloween together," you reminded him.

"Yeah— I mean this." He motioned to the dumped-out pails of candy on the trailer floor, and you nodded. "And not just 'cause of the sugar rush."

You smiled softly at him, tilting your head. "Of course, Eddie."

"Kinda thought you were gonna ditch me this year," he added suddenly, looking down into his lap at the candy he was unwrapping. "You know… 'cause of that guy."

"Oh, yeah," you sighed, "well… that's over."

Eddie looked up again, his eyes seeming bigger than ever. "Really?"

"Don't sound so excited," you rolled your eyes, but the sarcasm wasn't enough to hide your heartbreak.

"No— hey, I'm sorry," he offered, scooting closer to you on the floor. "I know you liked him a lot. But I know you know I thought he was a total loser."

You shot him a look with a raised brow. He shrugged.

"Takes one to know one."

"You're not a loser, Eddie," you sighed sympathetically. "And you were right about him— obviously. I knew you were, I just… I dunno, I guess I thought I could change him?"

Eddie smirked. "When has that ever worked?"

"For me? Never," you scoffed. "I think guys do change, for the right girl. And it's just never me."

"That's not fair," he frowned, "it's not your fault that these guys are garbage. Well— I mean, it's sorta your fault that you keep hooking up with guys that are garbage—"

You slapped him on the arm lightly, and he laughed.

"Am I wrong?" he wondered.

You slumped your shoulders a bit. "No… but still. Don't be so mean, I'm moping over here."

"Aw, sweetheart," he pouted, sliding closer again and wrapping his arms around you. You sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes. Honestly, you were trying not to cry. Over a guy. You told yourself you weren't going to do that anymore. Actually, you told Eddie that you wouldn't do that anymore, after you cried over Tommy Pearson. And sure, you cried over James Neher since then, but he didn't call you out for it… that showed how messed up you really were over it, that he didn't poke fun at you for it. Almost nothing was too far with you two, you made fun of him for being a trailer park flunk-out just as much as he poked fun at your… storied dating history.

The one thing you didn't make fun of Eddie for (that much, at least) was his lack of dating history. As of yet, Eddie was actually still a virgin.

Uh, mostly a virgin… he got a blowjob once after a Corroded Coffin show, and called you first thing after to tell you giddily about how it went. He was heartbroken, too, when she never called, but he didn't cry— he just started dodging your questions about it until finally fessing up that she totally disappeared. So you put on one of his favorite movies (The Evil Dead) and wrapped him up in a blanket, and he was over it in a night.

That was a couple months ago, though, and Eddie had had no luck since with losing the remaining half of his virginity. You hadn't had any trouble finding guys, just in finding those special (potentially imaginary) ones that don't disappear after you put out.

The conversation drifted back to candy and the next Hellfire campaign before it looped back around to relationships again. It started because of a debate about if gum counted as candy, actually.

"Maybe, like, Juicy Fruit counts," Eddie decided. "But definitely not just any old spearmint stick."

"I thought you liked spearmint gum!"

"Yeah, but it's not candy! I like a lot of things that aren't candy!"

You huffed. "So you're not gonna give me anything for the sticks of Trident?"

"Best I can do is… one Tootsie Roll," he decided, tossing the pathetic little taffy at you as you scoffed.

"Don't insult me," you grimaced as you tossed it back, "I don't want your individually-wrapped waxy chocolate byproduct."

"I'll be honest, I didn't really understand that," he frowned, "but I can tell it was an insult to my beloved Tootsie Rolls."

"They taste like eating a chocolate scented candle!" you announced.

He gasped dramatically and held one of his larger Tootsie Rolls up to his chest, like he was protecting it from your words. "That's not true, baby," he whispered to the candy, petting it tenderly, "she didn't mean that…"

You laughed at the bizarre display. "God, you're such a freak," you reminded him.

"And you're a slut," he returned with a wide smile and a tilt of his head.

That was your thing, you'd always say that back to each other, like a nickname. You started it to try to take the power away from the names everyone else called you two, and it worked: it didn't hurt nearly as much getting called a slut when you could remember the way Eddie said it like a term of endearment. And he said it was the same for him, even though he pretended like he'd never been bothered by his label. He did have it worse though… he was the freak, you were just a slut.

"If you don't want the Roll then I guess I'm getting that gum for free," Eddie decided, about to reach for it, but you smacked his hand away.

"No way," you frowned.

"Are you gonna chew it?" he assumed.

"Never," you decided, "but I can find someone who wants it."

"Why won't you chew it yourself? Still turned off to all gum by that Fred guy?"

"It was Frank," you corrected, "and yeah, he never stopped chewing that stupid Extra. Even during…"

"Guess he needed a little Extra help in bed," Eddie snorted.

"The sex wasn't that bad, actually," you recalled, "it just… smelled a little too minty fresh."

"Does it normally smell like something else?" he asked.

Your face got a little warm. "Uh… yeah, kinda."

Eddie wrinkled his brow slightly. You thought that was the end of it, after a long pause, and you were just about to change the subject when he broke the silence. "What's it like?"

"The smell?!"

"No, no! The sex. What does it feel like?" he asked hesitantly, flipping up his eye patch to look at you properly.

"Well, I dunno— it's hard to describe."

"Everyone says that," he frowned.

"And it would feel different for you anyways," you added.

He nodded. "Right."

"One guy said that I felt like a warm bath, but like, only on his cock," you remembered, almost laughing at the memory. It was a weird thing to say, especially in the middle of sex.

Eddie choked. "O-oh…"

"What?" you tilted your head, confused by his reaction.

"I just— um, I was trying to figure out how it feels in general… I never even… I never thought about how you feel…"

Your face heated up a bit.

"Does every girl feel different?" he realized, leaning in a little closer to listen to your reply.

"That's what I've heard," you shrugged. "Every guy feels different."

"Different how? Like, bigger or smaller?"

"Not just that— sometimes you can feel, like, the head and stuff…" you explained, continuing when Eddie looked a little confused, "like, if the head is really big you can feel the edge of it. Or if he's uncut you can sorta feel that too, in the way he strokes. And then there's how curved it is…"

Eddie's stare was a little glassy. "You can feel all that? Just with your pussy?"

You nodded.

"That's…" he trailed off, clearing his throat. "Yeah. Cool."

The way he was clearly flustered by all this made your hips shift against the floor for a second. You and Eddie had obviously had pretty raunchy conversations before (see the aforementioned post-BJ phone call) and sure, sometimes they kinda turned you on… but this one felt a little different. Usually if you felt that feeling while talking to him about something it was because you were remembering something you'd done before; this was the first time you were actually imagining something. Something, specifically, happening with you and Eddie.

"You know…" you started before shaking your head and scoffing. "Nevermind. Too weird."

"What? Nothing's too weird with me," he grinned— one of his teeth was drawn out in black for the costume, and he looked pretty silly.

"I was just… I dunno," you shrugged. "If I tell you, you won't be, like, offended, right?"

"Well, I guess it depends on how offensive it is."

You sighed. "Just don't judge me, okay?"

"Never."

"I was thinking, if you wanted, you could… try it out. With me."

He froze. "Try… sex?"

He'd dropped his head lower between his shoulders as he said the last word. You nodded briefly. "Yeah."

You couldn't even begin to describe the look on his face. "Well, that's… not offensive."

Already you felt ridiculous, and you shook your head as you started to backtrack. "I'm sorry if that was a really weird idea, I'm not trying to—"

"No, no! It's okay," he assured, reaching out towards you for a second but not actually touching you. "I just… didn't think you would say that. Um. Yeah. So, we would just, like, do it?"

"If you want to."

"I mean, not that you're not— you're gorgeous," he promised, talking over himself, "you know I think so. But you're my best friend. Wait— no. You're gorgeous and you're my best friend. It won't make stuff weird with us, right?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you gonna make it weird?"

"No more than usual," he smirked.

"Then, no. It wouldn't be weird. It would just be, like, a friend helping a friend out," you decided, "like how I hadn't tried LSD 'til I met you. You can try this, with me."

"Yeah, but," he lowered his voice, scooching a little closer, "this is different. I gave you drugs but you… you're the drug. It's your body, and you're giving it to me."

You fought the urge to bite your lip. "Yeah," you agreed, "I don't mind. Just use me for a bit."

Eddie's throat bobbed as he swallowed, mouth falling open for a second. "Use you?" he repeated. "God, why is that hot?"

"'Cause guys are always into that— they wanna feel powerful or whatever," you explained with a snort of a laugh. "Wanna feel like they're conquering something."

"Heh," he laughed nervously as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, "are we all so predictable?"

You smiled at him, leaning closer slightly and tilting your head down to look up at him through your lashes. "I dunno," you teased, "but I'm predicting you're gonna take me up on this."

"Fuck yeah I am," he decided, grabbing your face to pull you closer— but then suddenly stopping. "Fuck, wait, can I kiss you?"

You blinked quickly. "Um, yeah," you decided.

For all that bravado before, he hesitated before he did kiss you… and it was actually pretty sweet, and gentle, and way too short. Yes, it did feel sort of weird knowing you were kissing Eddie, your best friend since 4th grade, but not a bad kind of weird, necessarily.

He was smiling at you already when he pulled back. "You know you don't have to do all that, right?" you reminded him.

"I-I know. I'd feel weird about it if I didn't kiss you first, though," he explained. "And, you know. Kissing is nice. Friends can kiss."

"Yeah," you laughed.

"We can, uh, go to the bedroom," he offered. "Not that it wouldn't be fun to do it on the floor surrounded by our candy quarry— just, uh, not how I pictured my first time."

"Well, either way," you replied as you both stood up, following him across the trailer to the bedroom, "it's not who you pictured your first time with."

"Yeah, well, Joan Jett was busy tonight," he laughed, and you laughed with him, falling onto the bed together with a sigh. You'd done that a lot before— but sitting up on your side, facing him, starting to touch his chest delicately through his shirt… that was new.

"Do you want me to ride you, or—?" you started to offer.

"No! No," he sighed, "I wanna— like you said, use you, right? I want you to, uh, lay back, and I can go as fast or as slow as I want."

You smiled a little. "Okay," you agreed, "but— I should probably take this dress off first."

"Let me help," Eddie offered, even though you didn't actually need any help. You turned away from him and felt his hands delicately unzip the back of the gown; the ghost of his touch on your spine made you nearly shiver.

Once it was unzipped, you shimmied out of the garment and tossed it aside, leaving you in just your bra and panties (and the tiara, which you'd forgotten about.

You laid back on the bed for him to climb on top of you, which he did, his eyes running all over your body. "Listen, I know you're already doing me a really big favor," he cleared his throat, "but, uh, maybe… maybe you could show me your tits?"

You grinned and reached under your back to unclasp your bra, hearing him sigh a little at the sight of your bare chest.

"Can I—?"

"Sure," you answered instantly. Of course, you thought he was about to say touch them, so you gasped in shock when he actually latched his lips onto them, suckling at your nipples eagerly. "F-fuck, Ed…"

"Wow," he breathed when he pulled back, "they're really sensitive."

“Yeah,” you agreed, deciding not to mention that that wasn’t always the case. “I can’t help but notice that you’re still in your pirate get-up there, Munson.”

He smirked. “Unfair, isn’t it?”

Nodding, you watched him sit back on his feet so he could pull his shirt off over his head. You'd seen him shirtless plenty of times before, but the toned torso with a decent scattering of dark hair and even darker tattoos was always a welcome sight. He'd gotten even more muscular in the last couple years, something you'd sort of tried not to notice, but you couldn't fight the urge to run your hand over his chest and pecs when they were exposed.

“Is that better?” he grinned, but you laughed loudly right away when you saw one of his teeth was still blacked out for the costume. He wrinkled his eyebrows before he seemed to remember, looking a bit more shy for a moment. “R-right, sorry…”

He reached into his mouth and scrubbed the black marks off with the pad of his finger, licking the tooth for good measure before showing his teeth again.

“Back to normal?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you answered, “good as new.”

Your hand was still on his chest, lightly, and he got a little more serious as he took it and guided it down: over his slight abs and down to the thick bulge in his pants. You sighed a little at the feeling of it through the leather, he was so hard and warm even through the heavy material.

"Damn, you're big," you noticed.

"Really?" he grinned. "Fuck, okay."

"I should've known you would have a big cock," you laughed, rubbing him a little firmer through the pants, "you've got that way about you."

"Oh? I didn't— I didn't think it was that big," he mumbled.

You smiled and pulled your hand out of the way as he shimmied the pants down his thighs, exposing his erection that bounced back up to his belly button. (Yes, it reached that far, and you felt a little dizzy.)

"So," he broke the silence, "that's… that's my dick."

"Y-yeah," you nodded, sounding a little hoarse.

He let you stare at it blankly for a while before clearing his throat, tearing you out of your trance to look up at him; he smirked at you proudly, the smut bastard. "You're looking at me different now. You look… well, you're kinda drooling."

"Yeah… sorry…" you murmured absent-mindedly.

"No, don't be," he assured. "You know, the girl that gave me that blowjob, she could only take it to about here before she choked."

He held his finger up to halfway down his shaft, and your hips shifted. "I could get it deeper," you announced.

"Oh, you will," he promised, "but not with your mouth— I don't have any use for your mouth, babe. You promised me your pussy, that's what I want. And she's gonna take all of it."

"Are you talking dirty to me now?" you noticed.

"It might be dirty, but it's true," he smiled, falling down on top of you and holding himself up with bent elbows beside your head. "You can still back out, you know," he reminded you. "No judgment. We'll go back to normal."

"We were never normal, Eddie," you reminded him.

"Right," he grinned, "but still. Are you sure?"

"Yeah— if you are."

He kissed you again, right when you least expected it. "Yeah," he whispered when he pulled back slightly. "I'm sure. I, uh, think it's about time that I lost it, don't you?"

Nodding in agreement, you reached down and wiggled yourself out of your panties, totally naked under him. He sighed slowly and looked down for a moment— only to look back up with his lip between his teeth.

"Fuck. Okay. Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you?" you returned— he looked pretty nervous, shaking a bit, breathing heavy.

"Yeah, fuck, I've been ready for this for years," he laughed breathlessly. "Just didn't think… yeah, fuck. Didn't think it would happen tonight."

"Well, if you keep stalling, maybe it won't," you smirked.

"Okay, okay— no more stalling. I'm gonna… I'm gonna fuck you now."

He sounded like he was convincing himself more than you— but a moment later, he plunged forward and filled you with his cock.

He shivered as he pressed his hips up to yours, moaning weakly. For a moment, you couldn't help but bite your lip at the feeling of him buried all the way inside you, but thankfully he didn't notice: his eyes were shut tight and his head tossed back.

You sat up, barely, just enough to put your lips by his ear. "You're not a virgin anymore, Eddie," you whispered to him.

He sighed, then laughed slightly. "I guess not."

"How's it feel to be inside a pussy?" you asked, genuinely curious for his reaction. "Compared to a blowjob."

"God, it's— it's so much better," he panted.

"Really? Some guys really seem to prefer getting blown even though it's not nearly as fun for—"

"No, fuck, this is better," he insisted quickly. "Your… your pussy feels so— and it's— fuck, so warm, warmer than a mouth. And… and really tight— god, it's so… squishy?"

You laughed. "That's not a very sexy way of describing it."

"W-well, sorry," he laughed too, breathlessly, "that's how it feels. You're— thank you for, uh, letting me do this."

"Yeah," you agreed with a smile, relaxing into the mattress under you and noticing the way he was staring down at your face.

"I can move, right?"

You nodded; he shuddered a little as he pulled his hips back and pushed forward again. He caught you watching his face, so you shut your eyes quickly and just focused on the feeling. It had actually been a while since you had a hook-up, and though you didn’t expect this to last very long, you could at least just enjoy it for now.

"Fuck," he breathed, "it's so… sticky. Fuck."

“Sticky?” you repeated.

“I-in a good way,” he added quickly. “God, I just… you’re really wet, s’all.”

Eyes still closed, you felt a smile trying to creep up on your face. You could tell he wanted to know why you were so wet, specifically he wanted you to say that he made you that way, but you decided his ego was already getting enough stroking for the night.

His breathing was heavy and slow, but the pace of his hips picked up. When you blinked your eyes open, he was staring down at where he was fucking into you; that made you feel a little exposed, but oddly powerful, too. "Wow," he groaned, "I— I love watching it. The way it, like… splits open, around my cock… fuck. That's really sexy."

His next thrust was a little harder, his hips colliding with the back of your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him.

"Mm," you moaned softly, adjusting yourself under him a bit. "That's nice— you feel good."

"Really? Fuck, I couldn't feel half as good as you do," he grunted, "'cause if I did you wouldn't be able to be so quiet."

"I'm just listening to you," you explained with a smirk.

"Can you feel the, uh, head? Like you said before?"

You nodded. "It's rubbing this one place inside me— it feels good."

"Oh, fuck," he purred, starting to move faster. "Tell me that again."

"It feels good, Eddie," you groaned, "you feel good."

"Fu-uck," he whined, shutting his eyes tight and tilting his head back. "How good?"

You knew he could be a little competitive, and you smirked slightly. "Better than the other guys," you answered, figuring that was what he wanted to hear.

"Do you— fuck— do you let a lotta guys do this?" he asked roughly. "Just— use you, to come?"

You shook your head. "No— I need something from them, they have to make me come. But you don't have to, Eddie, I don't need you to do anything to me except whatever you want."

"God," he choked, "that's— fuck. you're way too nice. I-I’m gonna— fuck, I don’t think I can last very long.”

You just smiled and reached up to hold onto his shoulder. “S’fine, you can come— I want you to.”

“Really?” he whined. “Fuck, I’m not very good at this, am I?”

“Just come,” you encouraged, “it’s okay, Eddie, just come inside me—”

The second you said that, he groaned weakly, head falling onto your shoulder; you felt it a second later as he gave you a few more weak thrusts, the flexing of his cock as he finished inside. Sighing in satisfaction, you shut your eyes and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

After a long silence, with his heavy breathing falling on your ear, Eddie rolled off and onto his back beside you on the mattress. “You look different,” you giggled as you turned to look at him while he stared up at the ceiling.

“I feel different,” he agreed. “That was— yeah. That was different.”

“Good different?”

He looked back at you, finally, with raised eyebrows. “Are you jok— yeah! Fuck yeah, that was— Christ.”

There was another long silence, maybe a few minutes’ worth, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. You and Eddie were always pretty good at silences. This one was heavier, and more meaningful, but just as natural as usual: until he broke it.

“Wanna do it again?” he asked softly.

Your eyes widened. “Uh— fuck, now?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at you. “I’m still— maybe this time you could actually— you know, uh—”

You bit your lip as he stammered over a few different sentences.

“Or if that’s all you wanna do, you know, with me, that’s fine,” he promised, “but, um… I feel bad, you know, that you didn’t…”

“Okay, yeah,” you agreed quickly, “I mean, if you can still—”

You hadn’t even finished your sentence before he was inside you again. Moaning louder, you tilted your head back and held onto his sides as he fucked you; his mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a small whimper. “Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, “fuck— you feel so good…”

“I— Eddie, I didn’t think you could—” you began.

“I didn’t think I could either,” he laughed, “but it’s just— fuck, you’re so… I just need to— god…”

His thrusts were harder and faster than they’d been before, and everything was so slick with his come still leaking out of you; it was filthy in the best way.

“I didn’t think you’d let me do it twice. I… I really don’t deserve this,” he insisted quietly.

"Yeah, you do," you breathed. "You're so sweet, Eddie, you're my best friend— dunno what I'd do without you—"

"I lied," he blurted out suddenly. "I thought about it before. About how you would feel."

You barely even remembered the part of the conversation he was talking about.

"All the time, god, I thought about it all the time," he admitted with a lowered voice, resting his head on your shoulder, fucking you even deeper until your eyes rolled back. "Thought about it while I jerked myself off— how your pussy would feel. And it's so much better than I thought it'd be. You're really tight— I didn't know if you would be, 'cause, y'know, you're a slut."

You wanted to correct him on that old myth about tightness and promiscuity, but you were too busy trying not to moan so loud the next door trailers would hear.

"Fuck," he laughed, "you got even tighter when I called you that. Slut."

"Freak," you choked out through a moan, your instinctive response.

"You haven't seen the freak yet, princess," he smirked proudly, lifting his head up to look down at you. "I wanted to fuck you different than this, too— I thought about fucking you from behind. Smacking your ass and watching it bounce on me. Making you fucking scream."

"God, Eddie," you whined.

"Is this how they talk to you? All those guys you let put their cocks in you, do they treat you like this?"

"N-not exactly…"

"Well, that's too bad," he whispered, "'cause I can tell this is how you like it. Am I wrong? Do you like being fucked like a whore, and called one?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, Eddie, I… I like it rough. And mean."

He chuckled. "That explains a lot. I can be mean, sweetheart."

The kiss he planted on your cheek, though, was gentle and delicate.

"Or I can be nice," he added in a whisper. "I can be whatever you want."

“Just… be yourself,” you decided, sounding more like an inspirational poster than you intended to. He smiled and kissed you on the lips after that, reaching down to hold onto your thighs.

Well, it turns out Eddie ‘being himself’ in bed means fucking you mercilessly. And he was holding onto you mainly to keep you steady so he could rail you halfway to fucking death.

It was useless trying to keep quiet now, while he treated you this way, and so your loud moans were muffled only by his lips on yours; until, of course, he broke away and you could hear them echoing around the messy bedroom.

"So good," he grunted, "so— so fucking good. Such a perfect pussy, can't believe you're letting me use it. I'm so fucking lucky— my best friend is a hot slut, I'm so lucky—"

You arched your back a little deeper still, clinging to him tightly, feeling totally helpless in the best possible way.

"Gonna let me use this pussy again?" he taunted.

"Yeah," you breathed.

"Whenever I want, right? You can be my little toy, baby. Your pussy can be my toy."

"Yes!"

"And I'll keep you so full of come," he promised, "so full, all the fucking time, you're gonna make my cock feel so good— fuck, baby, you're gonna let me get my cock wet all the time."

"Yeah, Eddie, fuck," you moaned.

"You're so pretty," he blurted out, and you almost laughed because of the sudden change of tone. "God, baby, you're so pretty— you look so pretty like this."

"On my back?" you smirked.

"N-no, you don't understand," he whined, leaning down so his chest was pressed to yours, whispering against your ear. "You're beautiful."

You smiled a little, holding onto him tighter.

"And I thought that before you let me fuck you," he promised. "I always thought you were beautiful. And that it should be me and not those guys you go home with."

"Y-you were right," you admitted, "but— we're still just… just friends, right?"

"Shut up, you're not fucking listening," he groaned, "I— god, I love you, okay?"

Your eyes were definitely just watering because of the intensity of it all; you hid your face in his shoulder, biting your lip, feeling your toes curl just above where your ankles were crossed around his hips.

"I love you and we can't just be friends anymore. You feel too good… I'm sorry, baby, we can't just be friends, I fucking need you."

“I— fuck, Eddie,” you whined.

“You love me too, right?” he breathed. Shyly, you nodded against him. “Then say it— baby, please, I need you to say it.”

“I love you too,” you choked out. “I need you too—”

"Oh my god I'm gonna come again," he gasped, tilting his head back. "Fuck fuck fuck, I'm gonna come inside you again. You're gonna be so full, baby. Gonna fuck you so full…"

“F-fuck, please, please,” you sobbed, your beaten walls clenching up every time he slammed himself into you all the way— it was too deep, but the right amount of too deep, somehow. “Please, Eddie, fuck!”

“I’m coming,” he grunted in a low and gravelly voice that made your spine tingle, “I— fuck, I’m coming again, fuck—”

This time, he stopped completely and suddenly, burying himself inside you with a long, deep moan. He slipped his arms under your arched back and hugged you tightly. This silence was much longer than the last, and a little less comfortable; there were all these questions hanging in it, including but not limited to: did he really mean all that? Did I really mean all that? Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time? Why is he so good at that? Are we dating now? Is this going to ruin everything?

It didn’t seem like it would ruin anything— actually, to you, everything felt right in a way it never had. You’d never really admitted to yourself how you felt about Eddie, let alone anyone else— let alone him, right now, in the middle of some spontaneous sex that you thought was going to change everything but actually made things suspiciously the same as ever.

That was what you realized, then: that this hadn’t actually changed anything. You’d loved him before tonight. You’d wanted this for a while. You’d needed him as long as you could remember. Everything could continue on as normal— except, hopefully, and presumably, that you’d be fucking a lot more.

As your mind raced, Eddie’s was completely and totally blank in a way it never had been in his life. He was entirely blissed out, and only came to when you shifted under him and made him hiss in a breath through his teeth.

Lifting his head, he looked down at you, reaching up to pet your cheek with his thumb and hum happily to himself. That moment couldn’t last too long, though, especially when he realized he’d failed at his goal: “Shit,” he groaned, “you didn’t come that time either, did you?”

You shook your head sheepishly, about to assure him that it was fine— there’d be other chances, clearly, and tonight was already more than perfect without that. He’d still done way better than you could’ve ever expected for a guy who was a virgin half an hour ago.

But before you could say any of that, he’d pulled you into a lazy, yet hungry, kiss; he smiled against your lips as his tongue carefully teased yours, holding your face in his hands. You were totally dazed when he pulled away, blinking up at him with totally undeserved innocence, and he had the most devilish look in his eyes. “Guess that means we’ll have to go for another round, huh?” he asked. But it wasn’t a question: he’d decided, and so had you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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moni-logues · 1 year

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Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: basically pwp but like, enemies to lovers if you REALLY squint

Summary: Your boyfriend won't go down on you and it is a Problem. Fortunately, your friendly neighbourhood fuckboy (or is he??) Taehyung is there to lend a mouth hand.

Word count: 11.1k

Content: oral sex (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, infidelity, some very poor communicating

A/N: it's another repost!!! because this just hit 2k notes on the old blog 🥺🥺🥺 I have a secret soft spot for this fic, ngl. I'm secretly (not so secretly) proud of the smut; I tried to do something a bit different with my writing and I like how it came out, at least those parts. I have not edited this at all due to the aforemetioned bottle of wine so, here it is as it always was

ETA: the sexual politics of this one are 🥴😬 because reader essentially won't accept the truth that sexual incompatibility is both real and a valid reason to not continue a relationship. No one should be pressured into doing something they don't want and that extends to her bf! It's not his fault! She should have dumped him months ago! And she didn't! And she's in the wrong for that!! To be clear: she is in the wrong!!!!

That said, she's not a total cunt; she is struggling with it and doesn't want to break-up with him because she does (did) love him and she feels like she should just be able to give up this thing because it's only her, it's only what she wants, it doesn't really matter-- except it does matter; what she wants does matter and she had to come to terms with that and the fact that that means she and her bf can't be together.

* * *

You remembered the first time you saw Taehyung. You were at a bar your friend had dragged you to because she knew he would be there; they had been sleeping together for a couple of weeks and she wanted to ‘casually’ run into him as he had stopped replying to her texts.

“There he is,” Tara had hissed, pointing to a tall man across the room, dark curls bouncing on his brow, long fingers curled around a wine glass, and an intense look on his face.

Moving further into the room, it had then been revealed that the target of his gaze was another woman and, despite your friend’s best attempts, Taehyung was not interested. She had dragged you to the toilets where she cried, real, huge tears.

“It’s just been a couple of weeks, hasn’t it? Did you say you were exclusive?” you had asked, trying to be sensitive but shocked at the display of emotion. She wasn’t usually like this.

“I’m not crying because I’m in love with him or something!” she had replied, her voice thick with tears. “I’m crying because he’s never going to sleep with me again!”

“What?”

“If he’s done with me, then that’s it. I’m done for. I’m done with sex.”

She had fixed you with a wet, shining stare.

“No one is as good in bed as Taehyung.” Her voice was hushed, awed. “He... You just don’t know if you haven’t slept with him, ok? He has ruined me. I can never sleep with anyone else, not knowing that he’s out there somewhere, not sleeping with me. No on-”

“No one is that good at sex. Come on; it’s not like he’s got a magic dick or so-”

“Yes, he has! He absolutely has. But it’s not just his dick – it's his everything. I’m telling you, y/n-” she had sniffled for dramatic effect, her tears were mostly dried- “he’s the best I’ve ever had or will ever have and, honestly, if he ever shows any interest in you, take it.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t care.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock; she knew your boyfriend; you had thought they got along well; but she interrupted you before you could argue.

“I’m serious, y/n. This is a hall pass situation. Do not turn Taehyung down.”

“So I can end up like you, crying over his dick in a toilet?”

She had fixed you with a death glare but could not exactly say you were wrong.

* * *

That was months ago now. And, somehow, Taehyung kept popping up in your life. At the pub, at bars, at a party where you weren’t even sure he knew anyone – he just happened to be there. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him because you didn’t even know him, but you certainly had no interest in getting to know him. Men like him were ten a penny and, despite what you had been told about him, you were not convinced he was all that in the sack, because men like him never are.

He was certainly handsome; you wouldn’t deny that. But attractive? No one that smug, that arrogant, could ever be attractive to you. Someone who thinks the world is at their feet, that everyone should fall to their knees for them, that other people exist only for their delectation... That was disgusting, not sexy. Even if you hadn’t had a boyfriend, you knew there was no way his ‘charm’ could work on you. All bluster and machismo and that quirked eyebrow and little smirk? No, thank you.

“You know, I’ve been seeing you around a lot, but I don’t think we’ve ever spoken.”

The voice came from behind you and you knew, without having to look, who it would be. You replied not even bothering to turn around.

“No need. I know who you are.”

“Oh? And who am I?”

He was next to you then, leaning against the wall, your arms touching.

“You’re Taehyung with the magical dick.”

“Oh, is that what they call me?”

“Well, I don’t-”

“You just did.”

“I don’t but rumour has it... Of course, I don’t believe a word.”

“There are rumours going around that I have a magical dick and you don’t believe them... You know there’s one way to know for sure?”

You turned to him, then, stared into his eyes – wide, innocent, as if he wasn’t just asking you to fuck him without even knowing your name – and scoffed.

“No, thanks. I have a boyfriend.”

“And does he have a magical dick?”

You didn’t hesitate, not really, not for more than half a second, but it was enough.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s a real shame. You want my number so you can pass it on to him? Maybe I could give him some tips?”

“Ugh, goodbye, Taehyung.”

You pushed yourself off the wall and made your way through the room, but he followed after you.

“Or,” he continued. “You could just take my number and not pass it on, maybe keep it for yourself. In case of an emergency or-”

“Emergency? What emergency might I possibly ever have that I would require your assistance?”

He leant down, so close that you could smell his shampoo and his drink on his breath. His cheek barely brushed yours as he brought his lips to your ear.

“Maybe your boyfriend with the disappointing dick can’t get you off and you’re so on edge that you think, god I’d do anything, anything, to come right now, but you can’t. Then you’re lying there, hot and bothered and unsatisfied, yearning for something, someone, to come and sort you out, to show you the kind of pleasure you’ve not even ever dreamt of. And you think of me, and my magical dick, and you think, oh how I wish I’d taken his number; if I had his number, I’d call him right no-”

You put a hand against his chest and pushed him back.

“I’m not taking your number and I’m not going to call you. This-” you gestured broadly to him “this doesn’t work on me. You’re a fuckboy and I don’t fuck with fuckboys. Goodbye.”

As you walked away from him for the second time, he didn’t follow and you had to stop yourself turning around to see if he was still looking at you. It didn’t matter if he was or not, but you liked the idea of denying the undeniable man, of being one person he couldn’t charm, couldn’t win over. You didn’t care if his dick really was magic or not because you knew you would never be finding out.

* * *

The next time you saw him was a few weeks later, at a party. He was on the sofa, slouching low, an empty glass held slack in his hand, dangling at the end of his wrist. He wasn’t talking to anyone, not making moves or scanning for prey; just sitting, staring into space. You turned away from him; you didn’t want to think about a sex god right now; you didn’t want to think about sex full-stop. You ideally wanted to not think at all. You left the room.

Later that night, when you went back inside, you saw him again. He was still sitting on the sofa, empty glass (the same one?) in hand, still staring into space. You briefly wondered if he was on drugs and, if he were, whether that was deliberate or he’d had his drink spiked. Most people seemed to be ignoring him, or they hadn’t noticed him at all. You sat down next to him.

“No conquest tonight?”

“Nope.”

“What? Not even one? You can’t be telling me your magical dick would miss an opportunity like this: all these people, drinks flowing, inhibitio-”

“I said no.”

He tipped his head over the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

“Are you ok?”

“Yep.”

“Are you lying?”

“Yep.”

You had to stifle a giggle and take a pause before you continued.

“Don’t tell me you’ve had your heartbroken. Mr Magical Dick, Mr Fuck Anything That Moves, Mr Don’t Keep Anyone Around For More Than Two Weeks has had his little heart broken?”

You could see his jaw work as he tongued at the inside of his cheek, as if deliberating whether or not he would confide in you.

“In a manner of speaking.”

The way you gasped was uncharitable, and on a different night, you might have been less callous, but misery loves company and you were delighted to find out that someone else – Kim Taehyung at that – was having relationship problems. You were just fixing on your best retort, tidying it up on the tip of your tongue when he spoke again.

“Before you say whatever clever remark you’re currently labouring over, my fucking grandmother died, ok? So save it.”

“Oh.” Surprised didn’t even come close. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He stood and walked away but you followed him, up the stairs and into an empty bedroom where he collapsed on the bed. You followed him in and shut the door behind you, but stayed next to it, unsure what to say or do.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ventured.

“No.”

“Do you want to drink about it?”

He lifted the empty glass in his hand as if he were about to take a sip and then held it out to you.

“Sure.”

“Ok, uh, stay here then and I’ll be back.”

When you returned to the bedroom (bottle of unfortunately cheap vodka in hand), you thought he must have left: the bed was empty. Then you saw his feet poking out from the other side and found him lying on the floor. You took his glass, poured him a drink, and watched him as he knocked it back. He grimaced and looked at you.

“This is horrible.”

“Yeah, I know, but I figured it wouldn’t be missed. Sorry.”

He held his glass up for more.

You sat, drinking in silence. You didn’t know what to say to him and he was obviously not interested in conversation so part of you wanted to leave him alone, but he hadn’t told you to leave, and he was still holding his glass out for more, and you didn’t really feel like he should’ve been alone. So, you stayed. It was nice, actually. You hadn’t really been in the mood for a party – you had just wanted to get out – so you were enjoying the quiet. You were enjoying the way the vodka was making you warm, edges all fuzzy and soft, the noise far away.

“She basically raised me.”

His voice was quiet and thick; you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or just talking.

“Yeah?”

“She-”

He looked at you then, his eyes not quite focusing, and stopped talking.

“You can tell me about her, if you want.”

He shook his head with a groan and drew his knees up to his chest, dropping his head between them.

“I’m going to go home,” he said after another short while had passed.

“You sure?”

He nodded.

“Can you get home ok? Did you need me to get you a taxi or call someone?”

He shook his head and fished his phone out of his pocket, waving it at you, unlocking it to order a car. You almost didn’t reach out for it, but you knew you would feel responsible if something happened, so you took his phone and entered your number into it.

“Please let me know when you have got home safe, ok?”

He looks at you, suspicious, and then playful as that all-too-familiar smirk returns to his lips.

“It was all a ruse, huh? Get me drunk and give me your number under the pretence of concern for me, huh? I knew you wanted me.”

“What I want, Taehyung, is to not be the last person to see you alive and the subsequent subject of a murder investigation.��

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re the one who calls me magic dick...”

He winked at you and then turned, waving a hand in your direction, stumbling down the stairs. You figured you might as well call it a night yourself.

You were back in your apartment, washed and undressed, tapping impatiently at the side of your phone, not sure if you should wait to hear from Taehyung or assume that he’d forgotten and just go to sleep yourself. Then a message came in from an unknown number.

A head shot, but with enough of his shoulders displayed to make it clear he was topless, his black hair splayed on the pillow behind his head. He had his eyes closed, his fingers in a V over his mouth.

???: Didn’t die.

???: Unlike my grandma 🙁

You choked on surprised laughter.

y/n: Glad you got home ok. Sorry about your gma 🙁

* * *

Your phone rang the next evening while you were making tea and you answered without looking who was calling.

“Hello?”

“What the fuck is this I hear about you and Kim Taehyung?”

It was your boyfriend.

“Uh, I don’t know; what did you hear?”

“Apparently, you’re fucking.”

“WHAT?!”

“Apparently, when you were out last night, you and Taehyung went into a bedroom for a very long time and he came out looking very pleased with himself.”

“Ok and? That means we’re fucking, does it?”

“I don’t know; I’m asking you.”

“Ok, well, no, we didn’t. We didn’t really do anything. We just sat and drank.”

“What do you mean you just sat and drank? What even is that?”

“I mean we literally sat and drank. I wasn’t in a good mood and neither was he, so I nicked a bottle of vodka from the kitchen and we sat in the dark, in silence, drinking it. That’s it.”

There was an aggrieved sigh from the other end of the phone.

“So, it’s my fault, is it? Is that what this is about? You trying to make me jealous or some sh-”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m supposed to believe it’s just a coincidence that, almost immediately after we have an argument about me not going down on you, you end up at a party with the most notorious fuckboy in the fucking country?”

You could feel anger swelling within you, sweat pricking on your back and in your palms.

“Believe what you want. I’m telling you nothing happened.”

You hung up. You were not about to be accused of cheating by a guy who, frankly, already owed you an apology. As if you would’ve done that. Even if you had been single, you wouldn’t have slept with Taehyung – not ever, but certainly not last night. You had a little more decency than that. Hell, even Taehyung had more decency than that. You tried to push it from your mind; if you had been your boyfriend, maybe you would’ve thought it, too, or at least, felt insecure about it or unsure. You could admit that it didn’t necessarily look great – you were very aware of Taehyung’s reputation and maybe you should have considered that before shutting yourself in a room with him. But you also knew you hadn’t done anything wrong. So you were prepared to let it blow over.

* * *

Taehyung: You coming tonight?

y/n: Coming where?

Taehyung: Jimin’s party?

y/n: 🤷‍♀️ not invited

Taehyung: Ok, I’m inviting you.

Taehyung: So you coming?

y/n: Can’t. Have a date

Taehyung: You dumped disappointing dick??!!! 😄😄😄

y/n: No.

y/n: He’s still my boyfriend. My date is with him.

Taehyung: Boo 😒 let me know when you finally leave him

y/n: Fuck off, taehyung

* * *

You didn’t see him for a few weeks after that, until you found yourself actually searching for him, peeking into dark corners in clubs and bars to see if he was there. You weren’t sure why you did; you weren’t friends and you certainly weren’t interested in him. But you were intrigued. You always assumed people like him were shallow – truly of the no thoughts, head empty kind. You hadn’t really considered that he might be a real person under there somewhere. Albeit a smug, arrogant, charmless, shameless person. Who may or may not have had a magic dick.

You thought about what your friend had said, the first time you met Taehyung. How she had cried, not because she liked him, not because he broke her heart, but because she would never get to sleep with him again. You couldn’t imagine it, sex that good. Not that the sex you had was bad (it wasn’t), it was good, even, but you couldn’t imagine it being so good, so much better than now that it would inspire such a reaction.

You began to think about it more and more as things with your boyfriend went from bad to worse.

The club was hot and loud and you were happy to be drunk and dancing. Happy, that is, until you weren’t. Your phone buzzed once, twice, three times, four times. You knew it was your boyfriend and you knew it was because you were out without him. Which was kind of the whole point; you didn’t want to speak to him.

You wandered outside to the smoking area, for some air, to scan your eyes over your boyfriend’s messages and see if there was anything worth replying to. And there was Taehyung. He hadn’t seen you yet and you knew you had only a few seconds before he turned around and noticed you. You realised, with what might have been clarity or might have been too much gin, that of all the people in all the world that you might speak to about your problems, Taehyung was probably the best: experienced, not your friend, you didn’t care about his opinion of you, and he didn’t think much of your boyfriend.

“Hey, Taehyung,” you called as you approached.

He turned and his smug, little smirk turned into a genuine smile when he saw you.

“Y/n! It’s been a while. Still being disappointed in the bedroom?”

You almost changed your mind.

“Shut up, Taehyung. I have to ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“You have a lot of sex, right? Like, a lot of sex with a lot of different wome-... people? Right?”

He shrugged.

“Some, sure. Maybe a lot. Depends who’s asking.”

“Whatever, you know what I mean. When you have sex with someone with a... with uh, a vulva, do you go down on them?”

He looked at you as if you had suddenly grown another head and, when he answered, he spoke slowly, as if you were an idiot.

“Yes, if they have a pussy, I go down on them.”

“Always? Like, every time?”

“Well, I guess probably not 100% of the time, but... I don’t know, 95?”

This was not the answer you had been hoping for.

“Why are you a-” He cut himself off with a gasp and looked at you, shock and glee in equal measure on his face. “Does Disappointing Dick not go down on you?”

You blushed furiously, your face hot, and stomped your foot, shushing him viciously.

“No,” you admitted, through gritted teeth. “No, he doesn’t. Not ever.”

“Not ever?”

“Not ever.”

“Like, not even a little?”

“I said not ever! What do you not understand about those words?”

“Why?”

“You mean why doesn’t he?” You shrugged, trying to appear more unbothered than you were. “He says he doesn’t like it.”

“Doesn’t like it? Is he gay?”

You rolled your eyes and turned away with a groan, intending to drop it, but he grabbed your arm and turned you back.

“I’m being serious. If he’s not going down on you, he can’t be that into pussy. Is it just you or was he the same with previous partners?”

“He says it’s everyone, not just me. He says he just doesn’t like it.”

“Has he tried? With you, I mean?”

You grimaced at the memory.

“Once.”

“And how was it?”

“Awful. I couldn’t relax because all I could think about was how much he didn’t want to do it and he was so awkward and tentative and then he got annoyed because I wasn’t enjoying-”

“He got annoyed?”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung’s brows came over his eyes and his lips pouted forward. He looked at you, thinking carefully.

“Do you go down on him?”

“Well, yeah, but I like doing it so it’s not an issue.”

“But him not going down on you is an issue?”

“Yes. I know I shouldn’t make it a big deal and maybe it’s not and I’m just being selfis-”

He held up a hand to cut you off before you could even finish the word.

“You’ve done things you aren’t that keen on in bed, right?”

“Uh, wh- what do you mean? No one’s ever forced me to do-”

“No, I don’t mean that. I just mean... There are some positions you like more than others, yeah? Or maybe he likes to fuck in the shower but you prefer not to or he likes morning sex and you don’t really, but you sometimes do it anyway, even though it’s not your favourite thing?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So why do you do them?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well if they’re not really top of your list, why do you do them at all? Why not just say no and only do it how you want?”

“Because it’s not just about me. It’s about them, too, and I want them to have a good time. And, ok, maybe we do it that way this time, and next time, we’ll do it my way.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t see your point.”

“My point is that, even if eating your pussy isn’t his favourite thing to do, he should still do it because it’s something that you like and that makes you feel good and he should care about that.”

“You care, do you? About all the people you have sex with?”

“Yes, I do.” His eyes were sharp, his lips almost sneering. He seemed annoyed but you couldn’t work out why. “Why are you asking me about this anyway? Want me to give you what you’re missing?”

You punched him in the arm, a little harder than you’d intended, and he scowled, giving the area a rub.

“No. Why would you ask me that? Of course, I fucking don’t. I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah. And maybe you shouldn’t.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He lifts an eyebrow at you, disbelief and impatience clear on his face.

“You know what I mean. And you know I’m always here for you.”

For one second, you really thought he was being nice and thoughtful; you thought he might be treating you like a friend. And then reality came back to you and you realised precisely what he meant. You punched him in the arm again.

“Fuck off, Taehyung. I’m not fucking you.”

“That’s not what I offered. Come on, sweetheart-”

“Don’t fucking call me that!”

“Y/n, seriously.”

He cradled your cheek with his hand and looked closely at you. His brown eyes were so warm, inviting, so wide and open and sweet that you couldn’t believe what came out of his mouth next.

“What’s a little oral between friends? Let me show you your pretty little pussy’s worth wanting.”

“Ugh!”

You ripped your face away from his hand and stalked off, even as he called after you. The juxtaposition of that cute, teddy-bear face and his fucking depravity would give you whiplash. You told yourself that’s what it was; that he was confusing and you didn’t know how to take him, didn’t know if you could trust him. That’s why you could feel a cold stone of anxiety sinking in your stomach; you were discombobulated, that’s all. You were drunk. He had knocked you off kilter.

You were fine.

The next day, Taehyung messaged you.

Taehyung: I’m sorry for overstepping, ok?

You didn’t have time to read the rest before he was video-calling you.

“Hi.”

“You haven’t even given me three seconds to read your messages yet.”

“I know, but it said you read them so I knew you were looking at your phone and I wanted to speak to you.”

“I don’t know if that’s smart or creepy.”

You could tell he shrugged by the jolt of the camera.

“What do you want, then? You’ve already apologised.”

“I don’t want to apologise. Not really... Well, I do if I made you uncomfortable. I am sorry if I did but I’m not going to apologise for anything else. Not even this...

“No partner should ever make you feel weird or self-conscious or bad or insecure or anything like that. If you are putting your trust in someone, if you’re literally putting your body in their hands, they had better make damn fucking sure that they’re treating it right, that they’re taking care of you, that you feel good, that you feel better being with them than you do on your own. That’s all non-negotiable. It doesn’t sound like Dickless is doing that.”

“What happened to Disappointing Dick?”

“I demoted him. He doesn’t deserve a dick.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“I’m fucking serious. You deserve better.”

You hung up on him. You didn’t want to hear it because you didn’t want to admit that it did make you feel bad; that you were self-conscious now; that something bad was definitely happening inside your brain and you didn’t, somehow, feel like you had the right to blame your boyfriend.

Taehyung, persistent as ever, sent a text.

Taehyung: I’m sorry if you’re upset but I’m also not sorry. You deserve better. You deserve to be feel like your body is perfect because it is. Your body is a site of worship and if he’s not praying to you, sacrificing to you, he’s blaspheming. You deserve to be fucked by someone who will recognise what you are, will recognise how lucky they are to be with you, will make sure they let you know just how desirable and sexy and fucking perfect you are. That's all.

Y/n: You mean someone like you?

Taehyung: 🙄🙄🙄

Taehyung: NO. I’m not trying to fuck you; you’ve made your feelings on that abundantly clear. This is not about me at all. How many times do I have to say I’m serious about this? Your boyfriend is a sack of shit.

You did not reply.

* * *

It was a Monday morning, hardly the highlight of anyone’s week, when you next ran into Taehyung. As you entered the café, you could see him, waiting for his coffee at the other end of the bar. You ignored him and placed your order, hoping he would be gone before you had finished.

No such luck. Worse still, he immediately started talking to you.

“I just have one question; will you let me ask one question?”

“What?”

“Are you prepared to go the rest of your life with no one going down on you?”

“What?”

You could feel your face heat and you glanced nervously around, hoping no one else had heard him. You were furious with him for bringing it up here, in public, first thing in the morning, but you were also not prepared for that question and a cold feeling of dread slipped through your veins like ice.

“You’re in a relationship with this guy; at some point, eventually, you’ll get married, right? And that’s it, then; you’re staring down the barrel of what, 70 years without it? You’ve already had your last time. Do you remember it? Was it even good?”

You knew it wasn’t because the last time anyone did it was the first – and only – time your boyfriend had and that had been an unmitigated disaster.

“We’re not that serious, Taehyung. We’re not getting married.”

“Maybe not now, but if you don’t break up, that’s where you’re headed, isn’t it? Is it really something you’re willing to give up forever? For him?”

Your coffee had arrived and you had hoped you could take it and run, but Taehyung picked up your cup with his spare hand and wandered towards a spare table.

“I don’t even know why you care so much,” you hissed as you sat opposite him at the table.

“I don’t know why you don’t. You asked me for a reason and you are apparently completely unwilling to listen to anything. Is what I’m saying so radical? What do your other friends say?”

You couldn’t answer that question because you hadn’t told anyone else. It was too embarrassing.

“Have you even told anyone else?”

“No.”

“Then why me? Because I’m just some disgusting, shallow fuckboy whose opinion you don’t care about except when it might benefit you? Because you expected me to say that I don’t go down on the women I sleep with? Expected me to make some crude joke or cruel comment about them? Because you think that, just because I sleep with a lot of people, I must not respect them enough to treat them right? All of the above?”

The silence between the two of you was thick, untouched by the noise and bustle of the café around you. You couldn’t deny that basically everything he had said was true, but hearing him say it made you feel thoroughly shamed.

“I’m not offended,” he continued. “Because I know that none of that is true, as does everyone who actually knows me. You haven’t bothered to get to know me-”

“Yeah because all you do is try to get in my pants!”

“How is that true? Did I not just tell you that I’m not trying to fuck you? That this isn’t about me? Contrary to your beliefs, you are actually not some kind of irresistible siren whom I will make it my life mission to bed. I can live without fucking you, thank you very much. And you think I’m arrogant.”

“I don’t think I’m irresistible,” you protested weakly.

“I’m not interested in arguing with you. I’m a lover, not a fighter.” He paused to give you a dramatic, over the top, sexy wink and you couldn’t stop yourself rolling your eyes. “But, for the millionth time, I am serious about this. And you need to get serious about it. Here, enjoy your coffee, sweetheart.”

He slid your cup towards you, stood, and left before you could tell him off for calling you that again. You were rattled and frustrated and couldn’t stop thinking about the rest of your life.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it that day or that week or even into the next week. You saw your boyfriend three times and had sex that you couldn’t enjoy because you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It was the last time, with him pounding away inside you, that he finally noticed.

“Hey, y/n.”

He slowed, but didn’t stop.

“Where have you gone? I feel like you’re not there.”

You dragged your eyes back into focus, onto him.

“Do you think you’ll ever like it?”

He frowned, confused, and came to a stop, resting his weight on you a little.

“Like what? What are you talking about?”

“Oral.”

He groaned and you knew, even though you couldn’t see his face as he rested his forehead on your clavicle, that he was rolling his eyes.

“Do we have to talk about this again? I feel like this is all we ever talk about and I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to give me a reason! Tell me why you won’t do it!”

He rolled away, slipping out of you, and sat up and you pushed yourself upright next to him. He had never really given you an answer, other than that he ‘just doesn’t like it’ and you thought this little pause might be him finally deciding to tell you.

“Tell me why it matters so much!” he countered and your hope deflated. “I get you off, don’t I? It’s not like I’m selfish. Why do you need me to do it so badly?”

“Because I like it! Because I do things for you! Because... Because it makes me feel bad that you don’t.”

“Oh I make you feel bad? All this time I spend trying to make you feel good-”

“I don’t! I don’t feel good! I don’t feel good because you make me feel like there must be something wrong with me! No one else has ever had a problem with it-”

“Now who’s making who feel bad? If everyone else you’ve fucked likes it so much, why don’t you just go and ask them to do it?”

“What?”

“Well, if they all love doing it so much and you need it so fucking desperately, why not ask them?”

“Are you serious right now?”

His jaw dropped as if you’d just hit him.

“Of course I’m not fucking serious! Are you joking? You’re my fucking girlfriend! As if I would let you do that! I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy with what we have.”

He was standing and putting his feet back into his boxers and trousers. You didn’t want him to leave. Because you wanted him to stay and change his mind. You wanted him to suddenly turn around and say, actually, I was wrong, please allow me to go down on you for hours and hours... You knew he wouldn’t.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took your hand.

“Do you love me?”

At that moment, no, you truly didn’t. It took all your strength to look him in the eye and answer.

“Yes, of course.”

He kissed you and told you the same and then he told you to get some rest and sleep on it and that things would look better in the morning.

You had had this argument enough times to know that it wouldn’t. Things would look the same in the morning. In actual fact, they looked worse.

You still couldn’t get Taehyung’s words out of your mind, any of them. The idea of anyone worshipping you was faintly absurd, a rhetorical flourish you’re sure he didn’t mean literally, but he seemed so sincere and, well, they didn’t say he had a magical dick for nothing.

You called Tara.

“Ok, I need you to be really real with me and also to not ever tell anyone I asked you this.”

“Oh my god, the intrigue... Go on.”

“Just exactly how good is Taehyung in bed?”

She cackled loudly down the phone and then sighed, suddenly wistful.

“Still, by far, the best I have ever had. I still miss him.”

“Ok, but I don’t know how good the other people you’ve slept with are. I need like, some objective measure-”

“Why? Are you planning to sleep with him?”

“No! God no! I just don’t believe that what people say about him can be true, so I’m … I don’t know... checking...”

Her responding hum sounded unconvinced.

“Well, he once made me come for like, two straight minutes. I thought I was going to die and I could barely walk the next day; every muscle in my body was sore.”

“Is that... good?”

“YES! I meant it when I said you shouldn’t turn him down if he ever offers. I have never had as many orgasms in one night as when I was with him. He just... He fucking loves it and he loves you when he’s fucking you. He kind of takes it almost weirdly seriously? But like, in a good way. I don’t know. It’s hard to describe. I may have been drunk at the bar that time, but I honestly could still cry about how much I miss fucking him.”

“Jesus.”

“Not even he can help me, y/n.”

“Ok, well, thanks. I guess.”

“Did that help? I seriously think you should fuck him; I promise I won’t even be jealous because it is truly something I think everyone should get to experience at least once.”

“I am not sure that’s a normal thing to say about someone.”

“Taehyung is not normal.”

* * *

Two days. It was two days before you snapped. You took a deep breath, pressed call, and held the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Do you want to eat me out?”

You could hear choking at the other end and a muffled ‘hold on’. You held on.

“Sorry, what the fuck did you just ask me?”

“I said, do you want to eat me out?”

“Is this a hypothetical question? Because you know I have already made the offer.”

“So you do want to eat me out?”

“Again, is this hypothetical or are you asking me over right now?”

Another deep breath.

“I’m asking you over right now.”

“Give me your address.”

You paced up and down your living room, anxious, impatient. The sheets on the bed were clean; you’d showered and then done it again for no real reason other than an irrational fear of him thinking you were dirty; you hesitated over whether or not to light candles – it felt like too much, too romantic but would also mean you could turn out the lights, keep it dark... You were just about to find the matches again when there was a knock at the door.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

His grin was wide as he stepped over the threshold but it did nothing to put you at ease.

“Do you want a drink or something?” you asked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“Whatever you want. I am at your service.”

He bowed, thrusting an arm elaborately to the side, his head dipping low as he bent deeply from the hips.

“Please don’t be weird. Don’t make this weird.”

“What’s weird about it? Like I said, what’s a little oral between friends? Platonic pussy eating, that’s all it is.”

“I said don’t be weird! Why do you have to put it like that?”

“Well, what is it if not that? I assume you don’t suddenly want to date me.”

“God, no-”

He raised his eyebrows at you, questioning, demanding.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry.”

He shrugged.

“It’s alright. I know you still think we’re not friends, but, just so you know, I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

He was suddenly close to you, a little too close. He looked down at you, and you expected to look up and see that arrogant smirk, the quirked eyebrow that he thought was so sexy, but he’s just smiling, sweet, cute.

“I’m glad you called, though. Glad you’ve finally seen the light and ditched Dickless-”

“I haven’t. We’re still together.”

His eyebrows shot up, his mouth a little ‘o’ of surprise.

“You haven’t? And yet here I am... I thought you were a good girl.”

“Shut up, Taehyung. Stop trying to flirt with me.”

You moved away from him, towards the fridge, and got out a bottle of wine, more for something to do than anything else. You poured two glasses and held one out to him.

“How do you expect me to go down on you if you won’t even let me flirt with you a little?”

“You don’t have to flirt with me if I’ve already agreed to it. There’s no need.”

“That’s what you think flirting is? Just a way to get into somebody’s bed? That is not what flirting is for – well, not the only thing.”

He considered you carefully over his wine glass and you could feel yourself blushing all over; he kept his gaze steady, his face betraying nothing, and then he held his hand out to you. You didn’t take it but you moved closer to him, just close enough that he could reach out and grab you by the waist, pulling you up against him.

“Just so we’re clear,” he began, his voice low, his eyes pointedly fixed on yours. “If we do this and you don’t break up with Dickless, I will consider it a failure.”

You didn’t know what you felt. What would make this a success? What would make it a failure? Did you want it to be good? So good you ended your relationship? Or did you want it to be disappointing, maybe literally anticlimactic, so that you could stay with him and not feel like you were missing out? You had absolutely no idea. You didn’t even really know why you were doing it. Was it a good idea? What had possessed you? All you knew was that it had to be done. Now or never. For once and for all.

He placed his wine glass on the counter and slipped his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers just lightly grazing your skin. Your stomach twisted and you squirmed out of his grasp.

“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to stop your heart racing.

“What are you doing? Did you or did you not invite me over so I could go down on you?”

“Well, yes, I did, but that doesn’t mean all of... All of that.”

You heard him chuckle behind you and you turned slightly, just enough that you could see him run his hands through his hair and roll his eyes, the boxy grin back on his face.

“Y’know, I’m starting to think that maybe you are the problem. At least a little bit.”

When you didn’t move and didn’t respond, he sighed again, lightly exasperated.

“Come here,” he commanded softly, holding his hands out to you. When you didn’t move, he walked towards you instead. He took your face in his hands and made you look at him. “Do you trust me?”

When you didn’t answer, he shook your head lightly side to side.

“I don’t mean like, trust me with your family secrets, trust me to take care of your pets while you’re on holiday. I mean... Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

You shook your head and he moved his face even closer.

“Do you think I’m going to do something you don’t want?”

You shook your head and he lightly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you think I’m going to make you do something you don’t want?”

You shook your head and he kissed your other cheek.

“So, do you trust me?”

You nodded, dumb with anticipation and tension, shocked at the way your body was responding to this, just this: he hadn’t even kissed you on the mouth but you were trembling, warm, wet.

“Ok, then,” he whispered and he moved his hands down your body, then back up on the inside of your clothes. His hands were cold and you shivered against him, closing your eyes.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked back to him and he kissed your lips, just barely, still looking you in the eye, and a whimper caught in your throat. He closed his eyes and pulled you closer, his lips pressing against yours now. He removed a hand from your waist and gently pressed his thumb against your chin, opening your mouth to allow his tongue inside. His kiss was warm and sweet with wine; his tongue was soft against yours, slow as he licked into your mouth and retreated. You chased after his mouth when his lips left yours and you could feel him smile as he let you close the distance and kiss him again. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip and sucked it gently, a barely perceptible pressure that made your knees tremble.

You could feel all the heat rushing through your blood, flowering on the surface of your skin in warm blooms as you let yourself relax. All the tension you were holding melted away, evaporating on your skin, leaving you soft and pliant. A deep, dark want blossomed in you, its petals unfurling in your core, arousal first like dew drops, then like a sudden summer downpour buffeting the pale heads of roses. You had thought this would be quick, frantic with need, with guilt, with anxiety, but all of that was held at bay by the gentle way that Taehyung ran his tongue over yours, ran his hands over your body, held you just close enough that you could feel him against you but not so close you felt trapped.

He moved from your mouth and placed kisses on your temple, your ear, your jaw. As he sucked kisses down your neck, you were so distracted that you didn’t notice him unclasp your bra, only aware when he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, already hard. He moaned against your skin, his teeth sinking into your flesh as he pulled your hips against his. You gasped, both at the bite, and at the feeling of him, stiffening, growing against you. He ran his tongue over the indentations in your neck and you shivered.

“Can I take your clothes off?”

His voice was raspy and low in your ear as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt. You sighed a yes and looked into his eyes as his fingers worked on the buttons of your blouse. His eyes were soft, liquid, the light glinting off them in gold and honey. He took his time, each button slow, his eyes never leaving yours. He nudged your nose with his, licked your bottom lip, sank his teeth into it, sucked it into his mouth.

He pushed your shirt off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then he pulled the straps of your bra down and it fell, too. He finally dropped his gaze and took in the sight of your naked torso, nipples taut, goosebumps spreading over the swell of your breasts as he gently took them in his hands, massaging, squeezing your nipples between his fingers. He hummed quietly.

“Shall we go to the bedroom now?”

You couldn’t speak, only nodded, and walked backwards until your legs hit your bed, then you let him lay you down.

“Can I take this off?” he asked again, holding the edge of your skirt. Again, you nodded and he pulled gently, the fabric almost burning against your legs as it dragged. He kissed your feet and you squirmed.

“Ticklish?” He grinned and licked the sole of your left foot from heel to toe with the tip of his tongue as you squealed.

“Yes, I am!” you gasped. He chuckled and relented, trailing soft, wet kisses up your legs. You held your breath as he licked at your inner thighs, anticipating him at your core.

But he wasn’t there. He slipped his hands underneath at the hips and lifted the fabric so he could lick the crease of your leg and then pulled it down so he could kiss across the waistband from hip bone to hip bone, but he didn’t touch you. Your heart was racing in your chest now; what was he waiting for?

He hummed against your skin and moved above you, his hands on either side of your chest. He looked at you, almost quizzical for a second, and then that look faded into a smile that – had it been anyone else – you might’ve called adoring. He lowered his face to yours and kissed you.

“Relax, y/n. I can feel your heart beating from here.”

Resting his full weight on one hand, he placed the other between your breasts, atop your sternum, your heart pushing back, thumping against your ribs.

“But aren’t you gonna...?”

He kissed you again, forceful this time, leaving you breathless as he pulled away.

“Yes, I am. But we’re doing it my way, ok? Just relax; I’m going to take good care of you.”

He shuffled downwards, lips everywhere on his path down your neck, across your chest. You whined when he took your nipple in his mouth, your back arching into him as he sealed his teeth around it, his tongue lapping at your tightened bud.

Everything was so slow. You felt like a frog in a pan; you hadn’t really noticed it building, this huge, hungry desire, but now you were drowning in it, burning, melting. It enveloped you, held you, suspended, cushioned in its warmth but needled by its intensity. It sent its buds out from your centre to your extremities, your fingers and toes tingling, your body trembling, your breath catching in your throat. Flowers of want blooming all over you, petals falling from Taehyung’s lips, soft and sweet and warm.

You let out a long, shaky whine when he finally locked his fingers around your underwear and tugged them down, his hands sliding against your legs as he pulled them all the way off.

“Taehyung,” you whispered as he pushed your legs apart, crawling back towards you.

“Yes?”

You didn’t know what to say. You knew there was something, something inside you that you wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t find the words. Everything was obscured by the veil of your greed, your craven yearning for him. You wanted his mouth on you so badly, wanted to be wanted. You remembered what he said about worship and a sudden panic sliced through you with painful clarity.

“I-… What if it is me? What if there’s something wrong with me?”

He pressed a soft kiss against your inner thigh and then loomed over you.

“It’s not you, I promise.”

He rested his forehead against yours, your noses pressed together, his hand on your cheek.

“You’re perfect. Perfect, you hear me? If you’ve changed your mind about this, that’s ok-”

“No, god no,” you answered quickly, immediately, absolutely sure that you wanted this, your nails digging into his arms. “Please...”

He kissed you, slow, even slower than before, and he lowered his body down on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. It’s only then that you realised he was still fully dressed. And you were completely naked beneath him, so exposed and so vulnerable. You pushed him back, a light palm against his chest, and he looked at you, frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked at his eyes, somehow both shining and dark at the same time; his pouty mouth just barely open; his hips pressing into yours; his erection hot and hard against you, almost exactly where it needed to be, so you could just tip your hips and rub yourself on him, feel the friction you were desperate for. He looked at you so openly and it wasn’t like you expected it to be at all. None of it was. You thought he would be arrogant, cocksure, swaggering; you thought he would be rough, wild, frenetic; you thought it was all bluster and machismo, that he’d keep calling you ‘baby’ and asking how you liked it and trying to make you scream. You hadn’t even really believed that he would get you there. Whether due to you or to him, you had thought it probably wouldn’t happen. Your boyfriend had made you too self-conscious; Taehyung wouldn’t put the effort in or wouldn’t know what to do.

But it wasn’t like that at all. He looked at you questioningly, searchingly, like he actually cared. And he had moved so slowly, so patiently; he was rock-hard against you, but hadn’t even mentioned it. He hadn’t even taken his clothes off. This was the first time he’d even really pressed his hips against you so you could feel him. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing, tried to feel yourself in your body. You could feel the ghost of his breath over your face, his hand curled around your shoulder, fingers dancing lightly over your skin. There was the weight of his body, the warmth of it. You wanted to feel his skin in yours.

“Take your clothes off,” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.

He grinned and sat back on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt. You reached out to unzip his trousers but he batted your hand away. He unzipped them himself and stood to step out of them.

“Better?” he asked, already making his way back to you, but shook your head.

“No. Everything.”

His eyebrows raised just a hair and he paused, considering you.

“You know this is not about me, right?”

“I know. I just want to see you.”

He nodded slowly and hooked his thumbs into boxers, sliding them down and stepping out. His dick was wet with pre-cum and you couldn’t believe he could be so hard when you hadn’t even touched him, when he had barely touched you. He knelt at the end of the bed and grabbed your ankles, slowly pulling you down, down, down, until you were just barely still lying on it, your feet touching the floor until he spread your thighs to the side, as wide as they could go.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his words muffled as he kissed your thigh.

“Yes, fuck. Yes, Taehyung. Please.”

He was still slow. Slow as he pressed kisses against your lips, on your mound, back out to the crease of your hip, your thighs. You whined when he ran his fingers through your folds, hearing the slick of your arousal as he dragged up to your clit and down again, as he opened you up. He pressed a kiss to your clit and you jumped, swallowing hard, trying to catch your breath as he opened his lips and sucked. He laved over your clit with the soft, flat pad of his tongue and you sighed, having forgotten this feeling.

“Talk to me,” he said softly, sprinkling kisses across your legs, your mound, your lips. “Tell me what works for you, what doesn’t.”

But you couldn’t speak. You moaned and mewled and whimpered, but no words would come. You were swept away on a wave of pleasure, not in the room anymore, but somewhere else, somewhere nothing else existed – just you and Taehyung and this bed. You wanted to tell him yes, like that, more, yes, please, please, please, but the air was tight in your lungs, stuck in your throat, whipped away as it left your mouth in a strangled whine.

He moaned loudly as he licked over your slit, drinking you in.

“Y/n.”

His breath was warm, brushing against your flushed skin.

“You taste so good, y/n. I fucking knew you would.”

He moved his mouth away again, biting down on the soft flesh of your inner thigh as he slipped first one and then two fingers into your wet heat. You whined, greedy, needy, grinding your hips, trying to feel some friction back on your clit. Taehyung hummed against your skin and you felt his lips stretch into a smile.

“Don’t hold back, y/n. I love the way you sound.”

And you didn’t. You let yourself go, let yourself fall into it, abandoned yourself to him. With his fingers still inside you and his mouth back, sealed against your clit, his tongue alternately flicking hard circles around it, then licking softly over it, you felt your body shuddering to its climax. You expected him to stop as your walls clenched hard on his fingers, to stop when your legs clamped over his ears, to stop when you writhed beneath him, fully overwhelmed as wave after wave swamped you with pleasure.

But he didn’t. He thrummed his fingers hard against your front wall, not letting you squeeze them out. He kept his mouth on you, your slick and his spit mixing as you came, gushing around him. When you finally cried out, cursing him, calling his name, he slowed, but he still didn’t stop, and you felt your whole body convulse under him. With a flash of clarity, you remembered what Tara had said, and you couldn’t believe it, knew you couldn’t take it, knew this would kill you if it went on any longer.

But it did. And you didn’t die. You felt yourself floating, your limbs weightless, your head dizzy as you climbed to your second peak, your, soft, weak body tightening, pulling in all directions at once, your skin burning, your heart like a hummingbird’s, blood roaring in your ears like the waves of the ocean. Your hands twisted in the bedsheets as you came, the noises you were making nothing short of animal.

When you flopped, spent, melting into the mattress, you pushed your fingers through Taehyung’s hair and tugged, your body screaming with over-stimulation, your bed and thighs soaked. You could hardly see; nothing but flashing lights in front of you, stars shining and twinkling on your ceiling, swirling, disappearing and reappearing like a kaleidoscope.

“Taehyung,” you panted, weak and quiet. “Stop.”

He was immediately still, those wide, open eyes looking up at you. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers from you and you fell, slithering like a slinky from the bed and into his arms. He held you tight, pushed your hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

“You ok?”

You looked up at him, blinking hard to stop your vision swimming. He was shiny and sticky all around his mouth, all over his chin. Those deep, autumn eyes all dark now, swirling black, glazed and penetrating. You summoned what strength you could and crashed your lips against him. You could taste yourself on him and you knew he was right. You weren’t the problem. It wasn’t you. And it certainly wasn’t this.

“Fuck me, please,” you asked, taking his face between your palms. “Please, Taehyung.”

He started shaking his head, his lip bitten between his teeth.

“That’s not what- you don’t have to- we don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I want to. Please.”

You twisted in his lap so you were straddling him, his cock leaking against you between your bodies.

“If you want to,” you added. “I... Only if you want to.”

He laughed, deep-throated and rich – you could feel it rumble in his chest.

“Oh I absolutely want to but this is... Are you sure you want to? I mean... You are still with Dickless and this-”

“Don’t fucking talk about him. I don’t want to think about him. Please, Taehyung.” You pressed another kiss against his lips, insistent, urgent. “I want you. I just want you.”

He moaned against your mouth, his arms encircling your waist, his tongue encroaching. Then he rolled and lay you down, the carpet surprisingly soft against your skin.

“I just,” he said, his mouth wandering all over you, slowly making his way down. “I just want one more taste. Please.”

He looked at you, waiting. He licked his lips and held the bottom one tight in his teeth. You could see him swallow hard, his breathing deep and heavy. You nodded and dropped your head back, keening as he licked through your folds, humming against your clit, smacking his lips as he raised himself back on his hands and knees.

“I told you you were fucking perfect.”

You moved backwards, out from underneath his arms and gave yourself carpet burn on your knees as you shuffled to the bedside table, rifling for the box of condoms you kept there. You grabbed the whole thing, crawled back to Taehyung and emptied it onto the floor. He laughed again.

“Sweetheart, even for me, that is truly ambitious.”

“Shut up.”

You fell back, your chest still heaving, your limbs still trembling, as he tore one open and rolled it down his length. He paused, his dick in his hand, held at your waiting entrance and he looked at you.

“For god’s sake, Taehyung, don’t ask me if I’m sure. Please just please just fuckin- ahh...”

He didn’t wait for you to finish. He plunged into your soft, wet cunt and moaned.

“Fuck. Please tell me that feels good.”

“It feels fucking incredible.”

He grabbed at the backs of your thighs and lifted, pushing them up and out, keeping hold of them as he began to move. Smooth and fluid, his hips rolled. Your cunt, wet and soft and sweet, held him tight, moulded to his cock, your walls fluttering around him. Heat radiated from your centre, a fire burning there, flames licking up your body. You were so sensitive, close again almost immediately, whimpering with every thrust.

You grabbed at him, pulling him down, your hand around his neck to bring him closer and closer ’til you could kiss him. Your tongues tangled and the adjusted angle made you moan straight into his mouth. You could still taste the wine, still taste yourself on him and with a shock of remembrance, you whined. This was what you loved; this was what you had been missing. The proof of the pudding: your arousal all over his face made you hot with a sudden rush. Your boyfriend could never be enough. Because it wasn’t just about you and your desire; it was about his, too. And he didn’t have it, not like this. Not like Taehyung. The strangled moans and gutteral groans escaping his throat, the rumble in his chest as he breathed ragged and uneven made you shaky with feeling. Feeling wanted in your entirety. Wanted in your animal mess. Wanted from head to toe. Inside and out. No holds barred.

“Taehyung.”

“Fuck, y/n, yeah? Tell me- tell me...”

He kissed your lips and your cheek, his hand skirting your body and grabbing at your thigh, pushing further, holding tighter, his thrusts faster now, harder, his pelvis tantalisingly close to your clit. You put a hand down between you, circling slowly, your third orgasm bubbling through your veins.

“You feel so good,” you breathed. “Fuck, so, so-… ah... shit.”

Already there, your toes curling, Taehyung hissing, cursing as you squeezed him tight inside you, pleasure blazed through you like a forest fire, every inch of you alight and burning, sparking, fireworks bursting all over you, inside you, filling your vision with dizzying colour. Taehyung was gasping, stuttering, his fingers digging into you, his teeth biting hard.

“Come, Taehyung,” you whispered to him, your voice wobbling, shaking like the rest of you.

“I w-wanna-” he stammered. “I wa- wan-”

“No, just come. For me.”

You brought your mouth to his, pulling his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking gently.

“Oh, fuck.”

He juddered, thrusting hard as he let himself go, gave himself to you, gave in. He let himself flop against you for a moment, just a moment, and then he pushed himself up on his hands, looking down at where you bodies met, still together. He rolled his hips one last time and you mewled, over-sensitive, overwraught. He grinned and pulled back, turning away from you as he took off and disposed of the condom.

He crawled back to you and pulled you onto your side so you were facing each other. He knocked a leg between yours and traced the curve of your body; you shivered, even his hands feeling like fire against you. He kissed you, once, and then again, and then a third time.

“You’re perfect,” he said, barely moving his mouth far enough from yours to speak, his words mumbled, muffled. “You’re fucking perfect. You understand?”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, suddenly self-conscious, suddenly so embarrassed at what you had done. Embarrassed that you had needed this, needed him to tell you that, needed him to show you that you could be wanted how you wanted to be wanted, desired in the way you wanted, fucked like you wanted. You felt small and silly and stupid. That you had cheated on your boyfriend with the most promiscuous man on the planet just because you felt insecure. You shivered, but it wasn’t pleasure this time. You were suddenly cold and tired. Exhausted. Choked with emotions you didn’t want to admit.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said, softly, his lips against your hair now. “You ok?”

“I don’t know.”

Your voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, hardly audible beneath the thumping of your heart.

“Talk to me...”

“I feel so stupid.”

“Why?”

You had to think it through, carefully, how to say it, how to express it.

“Because... I needed this. I didn’t know that I-… I-”

You crumbled, dissolved into tears, embarrassing you further. You wanted to be swallowed whole, to sink into the ground, to dessicate and turn to dust. You couldn’t speak, shame dousing you, drowning you, your hitching, heaving breath barely enough. He let you cry and you were grateful for his patience... again.

“You w-want me,” you said eventually, your voice thick, choked.

“Yeah.”

“You want me and h-he doesn’t. And I- I want to be w-wanted. I'm so... Am I undesirable?”

“Categorically, demonstrably, absolutely not.”

“Then why doesn’t he want me?”

Taehyung held you tighter, pulled you closer, kissed the top of your head and stroked your back.

“This is why I’ve been telling you to leave him, love. You shouldn’t feel like this. I’m sure he does want you, but if he can’t want you in the way that you want, in a way that makes you feel good, feel desirable, and cherished, and loved, then he shouldn’t have you.”

He pulled back, holding your face to his, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“I want you. Believe me, I want you. I’ve just had you and I want you all over again. You should believe that; you deserve that. Don’t let him break you down. Don’t let him do this to you.”

Your bottom lip wobbled as your eyes filled with tears again and he placed his thumb over it and his lips over that. He swiped his thumb across your mouth and kissed you as slowly as he had the very first time, his lips so soft, his mouth so sweet.

“If you don’t believe me,” he said, his lips just ghosting over yours, his breath washing over your face. “I will happily show you again and again and again just how desirable you are. Just how perfect you are. It’s not hyperbole; you’re fucking perfect to me. I’ll show you.”

And he did.

Not just that night or the one after that or the one after that. He showed you repeatedly again and again until you started to believe it. Until you realised that you didn’t need him to show you anymore, just wanted him to. Just wanted him.

You broke up with your boyfriend two weeks later. It was horrible and he was surprisingly vicious and you were surprisingly upset. But you knew you were right to do it and wished you had just done it earlier.

y/n: I broke up with him.

Taehyung: FINALLY

Taehyung: Guess this means you don’t need me anymore...

y/n: I didn’t say that.

y/n: Come over?

Taehyung: On my way

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fic #mmm repost

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elvenisms · 1 year

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friday —; s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader [3.5k]

summary: Robin orchestrates the best (and worst) Valentine's Day of your life.

cw: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, steve is an idiot (per usual), reader cries a lot (relatable), happy ending.

author's note: i got carried away with this, ngl. proof that i cannot write anything fluffy without angst. enjoy!

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It was Thursday.

Thursdays were good days. You didn’t work, giving you some well-needed rest from wearing that stupid vest, rewinding tapes, and dealing with late returns. You could throw on a movie you’d been meaning to watch for weeks, invite some friends over, and veg out. You could go see a show at The Hideout, if someone interesting was playing. Sometimes, Thursday was laundry day. But today wasn’t any Thursday.

Today was Thursday, February 13th, 1986. The day before Valentine’s Day.

“Vickie and I are going to do something, we just don’t know what.” Robin pushed her lips together, toying with a loose piece of thread on your couch. “I mean, obviously we’ll have a little date during the day, but we thought a group thing would be fun, ya’ know?”

Eddie had come over to watch Day of the Dead with you that day, and when Robin got off work, she called to see what you were up to. “Hanging out with Eds, pretending Valentine’s Day doesn’t exist.” You’d quipped, which is precisely how she ended up in your house, talking about Valentine’s Day.

“As much as I’d love to third-wheel,” Eddie stretched. “I’m going to see a show. Some new guys, but I heard they’re good.”

“Yeah, I’m…” You wracked your brain for something you had to do, trying to get out of it, just as Eddie had. “I’m, uh, working. And then… Oh, I told Max I’d help her study? Some test she has. Science, I think.”

Eddie and Robin both eyed you judgmentally. It was entirely unconvincing, and also a lie. The Max part, anyway.

“Oh, give me a break,” You grunted, their faces saying enough. “I already told you, Rob, tomorrow is just Friday as far as I’m concerned.”

“But you don’t want it to just be Friday,” She remarked. “You want it to be Valentine’s Day, but you’re lonely.”

A huff of air came through Eddie’s nose, trying not to laugh at her well-meaning bluntness. You gave him a sour look, and he quickly dropped it.

“Thank you for reminding me,” You muttered, leaning forward to pick up some empty beer bottles from the table, carrying them to the trash can in the kitchen.

You weren’t actually mad, not at Robin. You were frustrated with the fact that you cared about some stupid holiday, that you couldn’t just be like Eddie, who genuinely didn’t give a shit. Unwilling to admit it to yourself, you were also mad that every guy in Hawkins you’d gone out with was a total disaster; Matthew Campbell probably couldn’t tie a shoelace if you asked him to, and you told him that, so you didn’t suspect he’d be knocking on your door tomorrow.

You waltzed back into the living room to your unsuspecting victims, now on a tirade you’d created in your own head. “It’s not my fault that there is no one in this town for me, okay? I’ve officially given up. I’m tired of putting on makeup, going to Enzo’s, and making awful small talk, for which the reward is a lackluster trip to second base in the back of a ca—”

Robin gasped as if she’d seen a ghost. Your rant halted, staring at her, and she looked back with wide eyes, jaw agape. “How have I never put this together?”

She looked like she’d just had a stroke of genius, discovered a new element, or something. You looked at Eddie, then back to her. “Put what together? That I’m hopeless?”

“No, no no,” She leapt up off of the couch, starting to pace. “You sound just like—oh my God, this is incredible. I mean, this is actually perfect—”

“Robin!” You threw your arms out, exasperated, letting them smack against your sides.

“Steve!” She exclaimed, gripping your shoulders. “Steve, who is also lonely and has no plans for tomorrow!”

Your insides twisted. Steve.

You would’ve been lying to yourself if you said you’d never thought about him that way before. I mean, you had eyes, but your close friendship had never allowed it to last more than a minute. More than anything, the two of you poked fun at each other, constantly trying to see who could get the last word. But you were still close, close enough that you knew he’d come running if you ever really needed him, and that was… nice.

Everything about him was nice, really.

You blinked at Robin, your gears shifting at impossible speeds. She was still holding your shoulders, expectant.

“I think she’s on board.” Eddie piped up with a smirk, and you instantly held a finger out to him, still looking at the girl in front of you. “I didn’t say that.”

“You’re saying it with your eyes.” Robin was containing a giddy squeal. You could almost feel her vibrating.

“No, no, I’m not.” You finally broke free from her grasp. Now you were pacing. “If Steve was interested in me, he would’ve said something a long time ago.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Are we talking about the same guy?”

“Yeah, dingus, with a capital ‘D’,” Robin gestured with her hands. “I saw a bird land on his head once and he asked me what I was looking at. You think he’d notice he had a shot with you?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Okay, that’s… yeah, you’re right. But I’m not just gonna call him up and ask him to be my Valentine. I’d rather puke.”

“So don’t!” Robin spun around, another lightbulb behind her eyes. “I have an idea.”

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This was a terrible idea.

You were staring into your mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles on your clothes. You’d gone for not-trying-too-hard cute; a black turtleneck with a calf-length, patterned skirt, and a thick belt around your waist. You’d done your hair and your makeup, satisfied with them, but this time felt… different. You weren’t going to Enzo’s with some tip-stiffing lowlife. You were seeing Steve.

Robin had suggested a gathering at your place. She, Vickie, Nancy, and Jonathan were sitting in your living room, sipping drinks, chatting mindlessly. When she’d invited Steve, she’d said that the four of them were going to your house—assuming he’d pick up the hint, and jump at the chance to be your date.

And he did.

The real reason you’d never allowed Steve to infiltrate your mind was because, well, that’s exactly what he’d do. You could handle losing Matthew Campbell, or Ben Taylor, or any of these meaningless Hawkins guys you never realistically saw yourself with in the first place; but Steve was close. Close to your friends, close to your heart, inching ever nearer by the minute.

It was terrifying. But then again, he agreed to come—–and that made your stomach flutter.

Deciding you’d spent enough time making sure every last hair was in order, you took a deep breath, venturing back out to the living room. You were greeted with warm, knowing smiles.

“You look gorgeous.” Nancy rose from her seat, coming over to give your arms a comforting rub. “Really, he’s not gonna know what hit him.”

You nodded, trying not to look as nervous as you felt. “Thanks, Nance.”

“It makes so much sense, doesn’t it? I mean, I really should play matchmaker more often. I’m changing lives here!” Robin shook Vickie’s thigh where her hand rested, excitedly. It made everyone chuckle.

Jonathan took another sip of his drink. “Now you’ve just gotta find someone for Ed—”

A knock at the door. Fuck. In an instant, every ounce of confidence you had flew straight out of the window. And your face must’ve shown it, because Nancy began soothing you again.

“Hey, look at me.” She whispered, and you did. “You’ve never been this nervous to see him before, right? Pretend this is just another day. Just… Friday.”

You swallowed. It definitely wasn’t just Friday anymore.

Nonetheless, you shot a weak, thankful smile at her, making your way up to the door. Usually, you’d be embarrassed to let your friends see you this way—taking deep breaths, shaking your hands to relieve some anxious energy. Right now, though, you couldn’t care less, much too preoccupied with the thought of Steve’s face. Just open it. Open the door.

So, you did.

And there he was, grinning adorably, smelling of his cologne, wearing a well-fitted sweater... Holding hands with a girl.

“Hey,” He spoke happily, though his eyes searched your face for just a moment, as if you’d let the shock slip through. “This is Brenda.”

Your whole body stiffened, knowing that the rest of the group heard him, and were now searing holes through the back of your head. Your stomach flipped over on itself, even your organs mortified.

“Hi, Brenda.” You forced a smile at the girl, as if every nerve in your body wasn’t on fire. “Come on in.”

As you turned around, you studied the expressions in the room, seeking some kind of escape. Nancy and Vickie at least tried to look normal, staring at the ground or taking a sip of their drink; Jonathan’s brow was furrowed in disbelief, and Robin’s mouth was hanging open, eyes locked on you.

You quickly walked to the couch where Nancy and Jonathan sat, just standing beside it, your fight-or-flight instinct physically unwilling to let you sit. At least Steve and Brenda would have a spot now, right?

The embarrassment was already making your eyes water.

As the two of them entered the uncomfortably silent living room, you saw his eyes scan the room, similarly to how you had—like he was searching for something. And when he didn’t find it, his eyes landed back on you, any trace of his previous smile gone.

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” Brenda chirped to the group, the tension completely unnoticed by her.

You felt suffocated. Suffocated by your turtleneck, by the silence, by Brenda’s curly, blonde hair and perfectly pink lips—but mostly by Steve, who was still staring at you. You refused to look back.

“Music!” You squawked, mind numb. “We should put on some music, it’s so quiet—” You strided toward your box of cassettes, sat beside the television, and began scrambling with them. “—I’ve got Tears for Fears, or, um, oh! ABBA, everyone likes ABBA, right? Uh…”

Without you even noticing, Nancy appeared at your side, gently grabbing the tapes from your hands. “Hey, hey. I’ll pick out some music, okay?” Her voice was quiet, forehead creased in concern.

Your movements slowed. You nodded, eyes half-welled with tears. The dam was definitely about to break.

“Okay, well,” You stood up again, arms swaying slightly, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. “You guys sit. I’m, um… I’ll be right back.”

You spun on your heel, making your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you by leaning on it. The tears began to fall immediately, streaking your face with mascara.

You felt stupid. Stupid for ever letting Robin set this up, stupid for spending so much time making yourself presentable, when Brenda looked so effortlessly beautiful. You’d convinced yourself it would be some sort of magical night, which seemed ridiculous now. Why would Steve want you? More importantly, why would you ever let him affect you this way?

Your chest heaved, trying desperately to keep quiet. The last thing you wanted was more pity.

Soon enough, you heard a soft click from the living room, the faint sounds of Kate Bush coming through the speakers. You considered your options: hide in your room until the party was over, risk someone coming to check on you, go back out there and endure stares of sympathy, or… Leave.

A rush of adrenaline surged through you, bringing you to your feet. You went to your mirror, attempting to smear away the black marks under your eyes—it was useless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. Eddie would call it metal. So, for where you were headed, it was actually perfect.

You snatched your purse off of the dresser, the hurt morphing from sadness to anger, and marched out into the living room, making a bee-line for the front door. Everyone’s heads perked up. Your hand met the doorknob, gripping it tightly, before Steve appeared next to you.

“Hey, can you just wait a sec—where are you going?” He spoke softly, avoiding the rest of the rooms prying ears. His voice was hoarse.

You didn’t look at him. “I’m going to see a show with Eddie.”

“Can you let me explain? Please, just—”

Your head turned sharply, reddened eyes daggering through his solemn, brown ones. “I’m embarrassed, Steve. I’m…” You swallowed, fighting back any more tears. “I can’t be here right now. Can’t I just go?”

He brought a hand up, running it anxiously through his own hair. He looked dejected, and despite how much you wanted to hate him at this moment, your heart panged. It wasn’t enough to make you stay; not when Brenda was still on your couch. Not when the rest of the group felt sorry for you.

“Okay,” He finally breathed, barely audible. You started to open the door, and he softly took hold of your wrist. “Just be safe. Please.”

You looked at him, heart thrumming in your chest, eyelashes stuck together from the mixture of tears and makeup. “Have a good night. I’m… I’m sorry I ruined it.”

And with that, you were out the door, despite his attempt to say something else.

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The show was an adequate distraction.

When you’d shown up at The Hideout, scouting Eddie out in the crowd, he was shocked to see you. He was even more shocked to see the state you were in—makeup destroyed, eyes puffy, a hand clinging shakily to your purse. He immediately threw an arm around you, eyes expectant for an explanation.

“He brought a girl,” you’d shouted over the music. Eddie couldn’t have rolled his eyes any harder, squeezing your arm in frustration. “He’s even dumber than I thought then,” He yelled back.

Steve was dumb. Purposefully dumb? You didn’t think so, and that made it all the more difficult to stay angry.

You were thankful for Eddie more than ever. He was always great at taking your mind off of things, getting you to let loose, have fun; it may have been the worst Valentine’s Day of your life, but at least he had given it some kind of silver lining. It was almost impossible not to smile around him, especially when he was acting extra goofy, insistent on lifting your spirits.

When he drove you home, the events of the night began to set in again. You dreaded your next conversation with Steve, whenever that would happen—I’m so sorry, but I just don’t feel that way about you, you could hear him saying, shoving the embarrassment deeper down your throat.

You considered never speaking to him again, just to spare yourself that feeling.

“Do you want me to come in?” Eddie laid a gentle hand on your knee, his beaten-up car parked a few feet from your door.

“No, I’m okay.” You assured him, unconvincingly, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Think I just need to wallow tonight, y’know?”

He nodded, looking down at his lap. “I’m sorry, seriously. Kind of want to kill the kid.”

That brought a small smile to your face. “Don’t tempt me, I might just give you the go-ahead.”

The two of you looked at each other, sharing a small chuckle. Eventually, you reached over, hugging him tight.

“Thank you for tonight. Really, I needed it.” You whispered, and he gave your back a comforting rub. “Anytime, you know that.”

You exited the car, already starting to wish you’d said yes to Eddie’s offer, and made your way to the door. Through the windows, you could see that most of the lights were off—everyone had gone home, thank God, though you were sure Robin and Nancy would be calling off the hook to talk about everything.

You jiggled the handle open, greeted by your dark living room, apart from the one lamp emanating warm light. And underneath it, Steve.

Sitting upright on the couch, head leaned back, arms crossed. Fast asleep.

You froze, a tightness in your chest. It was exactly what you didn’t want right now, to see him, have to talk to him. And for whatever reason, something in you was glad to find him there.

You softly shut the door behind you, sat your bag on the coffee table, and took a seat beside him. The cushion dipping under your weight caused him to stir awake: his head lulled to the side, eyes fluttering open. They widened at the sight of you.

“Hey.” His voice was gravelly from sleep, and he was quick to adjust himself to a more awake position. He cleared his throat, though it did little for his voice. “You’re home.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, toying with your skirt. “Did… did you stay?”

“I was worried about you.” He looked into your eyes, and you wanted to look away, but you didn’t. “And I needed to talk to you.”

“What about Brenda?”

“I took her home. Came back.”

“Look,” You started, finding the strength to avert your gaze. “I don’t… I don’t want anyone else feeling bad for me. It was Robin’s idea, and of course you don’t feel that way about me, it was really stupid of me to assume—”

“Stop.” He blurted, somewhat forcefully. You blinked at him. “Please, just stop. I fucked up tonight, really bad. When I got the invite, I thought you’d have someone with you. It just… I’m an idiot. If I wasn’t an idiot, I would’ve never brought Brenda.”

Your stomach flipped familiarly, like it did when you heard a knock at the door earlier. “She was beautiful, though.”

“She isn’t you.” His hand landed on your thigh, and his eyes darted to it for a moment, as if he hadn’t meant to. You both lingered there.

When he realized you weren’t going to push it away, he continued. “If—if when you went out with Eddie… I mean, if I blew my chance, I understand.”

Blew his chance. You wondered if he could ever truly do that.

“Steve, Eddie was just cheering me up.” You couldn’t help but smile a little, putting your hand over his. “He’s not my Valentine, if that’s what you’re asking. He does kind of want you dead, though.”

“They all want me dead, trust me.” He blew air out of his lips, eyebrows raising.

“What do you mean?”

“After you left, Brenda went to the bathroom, and I got a thorough bitching out.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide the happiness that brought you. “You kind of deserved it, though.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He affirmed. There were a few moments of stillness, your touching hands drawing both of your attention.

“Is Brenda your Valentine?” You wondered, voice softer.

“Didn’t ask her to be.” He looked up at you, voice matching your tone. “Are you still… looking for one?”

Your eyes were locked, melting under each other's gaze. You could almost feel his breath. His free hand came up to cradle your face, thumbing across your stained cheek.

“There’s really only one I wanted.”

“Same here.” He whispered.

You quickly leaned forward, disturbing the stillness of the moment, and slotted your lips with his. He tasted like beer and strawberry chapstick, and smelled like a warm summer day—one that broke through the chill you’d been feeling all evening. Butterflies erupted inside you, fluttering in your stomach, your heart, your veins.

Your hands came up to clutch at his chest, the fabric of his sweater crinkling beneath your fingers. The kiss, which had started fervent, softened; the two of you broke apart, and he stole a peck at the corner of your mouth, foreheads resting against each other.

You both took heavy breaths, caused more by emotion than physical exertion, chests rising and falling in unison.

“I gotta make it up to you.” He breathed. You shook your head ever so slightly, a grin playing across your lips.

“Steve, you already—”

“I’ll be your Valentine every day, for as long as you let me.”

You thought it might’ve been the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to you. Your forehead creased, trying not to let your eyes water, this time for a much better reason. As close as your faces were, you knew he noticed anyway.

“Deal?” His eyes searched your own, voice small, as if he was afraid you might say no.

You couldn’t stop a happy huff from leaving your lips, a single tear fighting its way out of the corner of your eye. “Deal.”

He beamed, pressing his lips into yours, as if he’d been awaiting the opportunity to do it again.

Steve Harrington became yours on Valentine’s Day, 1986. A Friday. A day you’d almost always ignored, until you didn’t. A day you were almost certain was going to be the worst day of your life, until it wasn’t. In fact, it might’ve been the best.

Because Steve would continue to be yours each Friday after that—and every day in between, too.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fanfiction

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bearseulgs · 2 years

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Ni-ki as your boyfriend

gn!reader x ni-ki

genre: fluff ft teensy weensy bit of angst

wc: 688

warnings: kith ^3^, arguing (just a lil mention), pet names, let me know if there's anything else!!

okay first off: mans a total simp

sorry i don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you'll do a lil dancey dance or recommend smth when listening to the demo of their new song and he'll be like

"yup yup lemme notify the members and manager and producer and choreographer immediately"

u praise him for his charm during one of his parts and he MELTS

you're his life sa vie su vida those are all the languages i know life in sorry

whipped behavior LLLL

ngl i feel like he loves laps. like. idk

like he'll be gaming and you want attention so you just lay your head in his lap and he'll stroke your hair from time to time

or he'll get lunch and come back and there's no seats at the table so as a joke you're like "come here babygirl" while patting your lap and he just

plops down. like he will sit on your lap no hesitation (ma princesse 😔🫶)

Kimmie brought up that he's the type to like matchy matchy things and i 100% agree!!!!

like say he finally finished up his tour and (if you were able to go) he got y'all matching keychains from the city you saw him in

if you couldn't see them he got keychains from one of his favs

or y'all will go to the arcade and get cute matching plushies that you won each other

or making matching earrings with supplies you bought together

i am having so many thoughts

i also think he's the type to film lil tiktok dancey dances with you (AHHH 💞💞)

or if he's got a chill day at work he invites you over for a mini dance party in the practice room

y'all probs have a collaborative playlist of 💖your songs💖 on spotify

he also has a separate playlist of songs that remind him of you

he seems the type to love baking dates but i also would not trust him in the kitchen so let's hope you're a good cook :0

everyone talks about this but rightfully so: nap dates

i want i need pls

good luck being productive within a 2 mile radius of his dorm because he will drag you back to nap with him <3

i am also a firm believer in him lending you his jackets and/or vice versa

doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, stockier or scrawnier, or same size, jackets will be exchanged

it's just y'all's thing

imagine wearing his green leather jacket to a comeback showcase 😩

taking his phone when he's busy to play on it

he knows you took it because when he gets back his ranking is different (whether for the better or the worse) but he doesn't mind because he loves you <3

laser tag 🫢 like let's say y'all's friends go out for laser tagging one weekend and you do that thing mid game where y'all get all up close and personal and one of y'all kisses the other to distract them then shoots the kissee and walks away AHHH

now that gas prices are going down y'all go on little adventure drives to neat spots around town

what if y'all find a cute lil hidden spot and it becomes like Your Spot 🥺

him having theee most unflattering pic ever of you for your contact then a cute lil name like "my baby 💝" or smth i would cry

anyways now onto the part nobody wants 😔

arguments

i feel like he'd try to avoid serious arguments, of course having some playful bantering, but never taking it too far

but sometimes they're unavoidable

he seems the type to get kinda intense during arguments, and he can be pretty intimidating so i wouldn't blame his partner for getting lowkey scared 😭 but it's not entirely his fault :(

i hope you ain't petty because i don't doubt that he is, so if y'all both are it could be 4ever before things get resolved

but eventually one of y'all is gonna cave because you love each other or whateva 🤢 (jk i love love)

anyways this is getting kinda long so Riki best boy‼️‼️ whoever gets him please treat him well 🥺

a/n: u guys i am so whipped for this boy 💔

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Pairing- Lo'ak x Aunt!reader

Summary- Lo'ak lost a very important scroll only to have it catch onto a vicious creatures claw and into the forest and he finds help from someone unexpected.

A/N- ngl i watched Encanto with my nephew and Bruno and Mirabels relationship is what made thia fic come to life.

Na'vi Translations: Palulukan- thantor, Nantang- viperwolf, tinan mo- reading space, yayo- bird, Ma 'ite- my daughter

Lo'ak fucked up.

He majority and royally fucked up.

All because of a stupid bet.

"Lo'ak you are the biggest pussy I have ever met." Spider laughed and Lo'ak huffed at his jokes, for what seemed like forever, nineteen minutes, Lo'ak talked about how he could totally get an scroll and no one would do anything about it. "I bet if your dad was right here you wouldn't even look or even think about the scrolls." Spider let out a loud laugh before tapping his old friends shoulder just to be shrugged off. Lo'ak was thinking, thinking 'I'm not a pussy, I'll show this little shit head something." He stood up and now looked down at the human male. "I bet I could get the scroll take it all the way out to the forest and no one would even notice." Lo'ak betted and Spider stood on a rock now eye to eyes with him.

And just as he betted off his favorite weapon he stole the scroll, some scroll that talks of a really old and sacred ritual, some spiritual mumbo jumbo he could learn abut from his grandmother or mother. He walked deep into the trees of Pandora's jungle, hopping from tree branch to tree branch he sees a grass opening and his hand softened with the grip it had in the scroll and then he sees a palulukan was lying down for a nap in the sun getting up and looking around. And then Lo'aks attention turns to a yell that was a little too familiar. "Lo'ak that was one of the most important scrolls Spider told us because we need it!!!" Neytiri screamed as she search from above on her ikran. And as he went to turn he lost his footing, dropping the scroll to catch a branch. His eyes widen as it landed right on top of the palulukans head and it went on as if nothing farther into the forest.

He found himself searching through the forest for a scroll on top of one of the most deadliest predators. He had never been this deep in the forest, he didn't know what was surrounding him, if something was watching him, but there was no way he was going home without that scroll. As he walked farther he was snatched from the middle of the foret to behind a tree hand over his mouth.

"Shut up."

He watched as you held your hand over his mouth and how you watched a pack of nantang stalk past you and then when they pasted and three more minutes you pushed him forward. You look at him and then turn away walking deeper into the forest. He quickly followed you never losing your trail. You stop and turn around annoyed from his presence. "Go home kid." You tell him. "I j-just wanted to say thank you for saving me back their." He thanked you and waited for your response but all you did was continue to walk.

He trailed behind you.

"I said go home."

"I need, I just need some kind of directions." Lo'ak spoke and you turned around to him. "With." You ask. If all honesty he intrigued you and by his five fingers he had people of the sky blood running through his veins. "Well I lost a scroll an ancient one and it kind of fell from my hand." You face fell serious as you stared at him rolling your eyes as you continued to walk. "What?" He yelled running up towards you now jogging as your longer legs made wide strides. "It is your fault you lost the scroll you find it." You quickly responded ducking under a branch.

Lo'ak took a few head turns taking in the unventored parts of the jungle.

"Well it's not my fault I lost it." Lo'ak said before huffing as a branch flew towards his face only stopped by your bow. "Is that so?" You say and he rolls his eyes before ducking under the tree and heading to wherever you were taking him.

"I wouldn't have dropped it if my mother, Neytiri, didn't scream my name and lose my focus." The familiar names made you stop dead in your tracks. "Neytiri.." you whispered but not quiet enough apparently. "You know her?" He asked and you sigh before your eyes widen. "You are Neytiri's son." You say hand rubbing your eyes. "Yeah." He says. "Oh Eywa." You whisper. "What?" He asked and you shook your head and laughed. "Are you punishing me, Great Mother?" You yell to the sky. "Neytiri is my sister."

Lo'aks jaw fell slack, and eyes widened and then a smile cracked his lips. You huffed as you walked through the forest. The rest if the walk was quick as you were so lost in thought you couldn't talk.

Neytiri, your sister. Your older obnoxious teasing sister is a mother. Did she just have him or does she have more? Who is her mate? Is she happy? Content? Does she still think about you just as much as you did her.

You blinked the tears that were in your eyes away as you opened a makeshift curtain letting the kid into your home.

You walked in shortly after jim making sure no one else was lurking because you were paranoid like that.

Walking into your home you see the boy playing around with the claw of your lost ikran, Hafyon. All because if the war you lost your best friend, your soul brother. Slapping his hand away you take his claw and place it in a small drawer made of plants and tree bark.

He walks off to another dresser that was covered in books you documented in and you may or may not have swiped from the tinan mo before leaving. Picking amd book up a quickly getting disinterested , huffing out loudly and outting the book down a layer if dust coming up from the contact if harsh air, in your defense you haven't had much time to read.

"So you like my aunt or something?" He asked pointing at him and then you scrunching up eyebrows, these are some of the first eyebrows you've seen on a Na'vi. "Well I suppose, seeing as your mother is my sister." you said blatantly. " And you like have been living her for almost a decade no contact with anyone." He said and you seem almost offended you do have contact with people or atleast things.

"I have contact with the yayo." You say picking up a small bird that sat down eating the food you left for them. "This is Ra'zuk he is quite a cute bird isn't he." You say scratching his belly earning a chirp.

"Yeah totally." Lo'aks sarcasm was easily detected as you say the bird down and followed the boy to a living your type area, flopping down on a little recliner you made your legs were perched up and back finally relaxed after a day of scouting for any remote danger.

"Soooooo," Lo'ak dramatically said sitting on a very small chair that was small enough to probably be a side table to hold one singular lamp.

"hm." You responded. "Why have you been here and not living in the new hometree my father constructed with the clan, with your family, with us, my mother, and Grandmother Mo'at." You peaceful relaxation ended right there, opening your eyes you deadpanned looking at him. "Just go home and don't tell anyone this happened." You try to tell him but the stubborn boy wouldn't listen. "Just what happened?" He asked getting irritated with your lack of an answer.

It was quiet, an unsettling, off-putting, silence. The thing to break it was one last sigh that left your throat.

"I left because I was a problem." You said and he left his head, ears perched and eyes widened in intrest. "What do you mean problem."

"Well me and my sister, we both are talented warriors, but I have a tendency to find my way into a little bit more trouble than most." You explain. "And my mother, which makes her your grandmother didn't like that, and one day it was shortly after that demon from the sky JakeSully showed up. And I saved him and a group of others from a mini pack if viperwolves once, they really didn't know how to hunt." You laugh at that memory.

"Okay in with the story, one day a sky person blew up a lake sight, it was so beautiful, so many innocent creatures died all because they are greedy, but I knew what everyone was gonna think because I'm Y/N and I always mess things up." You say getting up to stop yourself from crying. "So I left." You finish.

Lo'ak knows what you feel like, its how he feels with Neteyam and he couldn't let you stay here plu he needed help finding the scroll. "How about you come home?" He suggested and you looked at him as if he had five heads. "You help me find the scroll and they'll see that 'oh she is more mature she'll be let back in'. He finished his sentence and now your head hurt and you wanted him out, wanted your quite, slightly creepy little jungle back.

"Y'know what I'll help you find that stupid scroll," you say and he gets visibly excited and you had to shut that down. "But," you say picking up your bow. "After that I'm going back to my home and you go back to yours." You tell him and he nods.

Heading back out of the little hut you make and easy knot to close the curtain.

"So you say it landed in palulukan hair?" You ask him picking some soil off the ground and rubbing it between your fingers. "Yes, and I know palulukan hair is so thick its almost impossible anything will fall out." Lo'ak said and you shook you head. "This way." You say pointing a little west. As you walked in silence as you hunted down the scroll Lo'ak began to notice large scars that lingered on your arm, legs, and there was one on the left side of your face.

"Where are these scars from?" He chippered, he wanted to make conversation. "A few nantangs, a few dinicthoids, and a few other animals I've had to fight to live." You reply and back to silence it was.

It was about 15 minutes back into the silence and you thought you should at least try and make conversation. "So, hows you life, you got siblings?" You ask. His head peaks up and he smiles halfheartedly. "Yeah I got an older brother, Neteyam total suck up always 'Yes sir' 'No sir' always thinks hes responsible for me so annoying." The way he talked about his brother reminded you of you and Neytiri in your youth.

"And then I have two sisters Kiri and Tuk, Kiri is adopted but that doesn't really matter she's my age and is training to be Tsahik after grandmother, and Tuk she's kinda just the perfect little sibling except she's always following me around."

Finishing his little introduction to his siblings you nodded. "I know I've been asking a lot of questions." He began and you breath in deep before getting ready to answer another one of questions.

"Why'd you stay so close? Why not leave?" He asked and you feet stilled stopping in the middle of the forest. "I love my family and I could never leave my family, but I guess the main reason I stayed was one day I hoped maybe I would go back, but thats just a dream anyways we're here." You say and you push a bush to the side showing a pile of rubble sitting in a what would be a clear opening to the woods.

He was the first one to step from behind the bush and then you making but not before making sure nothing followed you.

"Wow." He said looking at all the stuff that was just piled on top of everything. "This is were Ikeyni leaves all the stuff that gets caught in her hair." You tell him sticking your bow in a easy and accessible corner and get ready to look through all the trash. "Ikeyni?" He asked. "Oh well I've had to run from her so many times that I gave her a name." You say. " Come lets begin looking." You say hands making the first dent of the pile.

-2 hours later-

The sky was darker and you and Lo'ak reeked of molded fruit and sweat and still no scroll.

"Ugh its useless I guess I'm going to have to live in exile like you cause I refuse to face the wrath of my mother not to mention my father." Lo'ak said sitting down in a circle made by the rubble around. "I don't live in exile I live here on my own free will." You reply to him and he puts his hands up. You sit next to him and you breathed heavy from how much stuff you moved. You two sat in silence, nothing moved, nothing jumped out, nothing.

It was depressing that's what it was.

Lo'ak took a deep breath and looked around, and it almost missed his eye. A rolled up leaf, that had little creases showing that its been used by many, and it had the Omaticaya clan symbol on it. He crawl quickly to it and open it and it was just as he prayed to the great mother it was. "I found it!" He yelled in excitement and you ran to him taking the scroll from him before he got up and jumped in excitement.

He smiled up at you and you smiled at him before breathing out. " Come I will take you home." You say moving the bush for him once more. And just before you left you saw two glowing dark eyes looking at you, you smile before bowing you head to the palulukan. As she does.

Lo'ak was all smiles as you walked him closer to hometree, he held a tight grip on scroll sure not to lose it this time.

Now you stood at least ten feet from the hometree and you and Lo'ak looked at each other. "Well let's go give them the scroll." He said pulling your arm and you retract it back. "Lo'ak I am not going." You say and he looks at you confused.

""You're the one who lost the scroll Lo'ak you should be the one who gives it to them." You say moving your hands around. He looks at you as if you made the lamest joke he's heard. "Your afraid Grandmother will see you." He said. "Yup, I- I mean yes yes." You say as you start to walk behind a tree only stopping when your first foot makes it behind a tree. "Hey Lo'ak when you give them back the scroll and everything is alright come visit?" You ask him and he smiles. "Aunt Y/N when I give them back the scroll I'm bringing you home." He said and you only smiled before disappearing into the jungles of Pandora.

He watched debating in dragging you back, you didn't deserve to leave so far yet so close from people who love you.

He sighed before walking into hometree.

And as Lo'ak walked to his home you walked to yours, he reminded you of well yourself at his age, full of ignorance only wanting to have fun and to be loved. And you wondered about your sister and her family, and then you thought of your mother. You never fot to tell her how much you appreciated her and lived her before you left. Pulled from your thoughts you heard a ikran screech your ears perched, and then your thoughts went to Lo'ak.

Seeing a stray pa'li, throwing your leg over it and connecting your cue you ride to the hometree.

"Lo'ak how could you be so reckless-" Jake said to Lo'ak as his family surronded them and he got cut off by the sound of horse hoofs stomping breaking his scolding.

Jumping off the horse you point towards them as you breath heavily, "Its not his fault." You yelled as Neytiri and Mo'at looked taken back. "He wanted me to help find the scroll and i was like 'go home kid and he was all 'no I'm gonna find the scroll-" cut off by the warm embrace of Mo'ats arms crashing into you.

You stumbled back before wrapping your arms around her. She stepped back before caressing your face. "Ma 'ite." It was one of the few times Mo'at smiled, truly smiled. You looked at your sister bashfully she had a hand over her mouth and eyes displayed no emotion. You sent her a sheepish smile before she reached out seeing if you were real and when yiu stayed she threw herself into tiur arms whispering about how if you ever leave again she'll skin you and how much she missed you.

"You guys have a aunt." Jame said stunned and Lo'ak nodded at his father before looking back at you. "We have an aunt."

#avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x y/n #lo'ak x aunt!reader #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak x you #avatar x you

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chuplayswithfire · 7 months

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Im sorry about this i need to rant. I thought things were getting better but Izzy stan Twitter is at it again with their whining, truth bending and self-victimising.

'Do you like OMFD but wish the queer disabled hero didnt die?' IZZY IS NOT THE HERO OF THIS SHOW!!!!! He is at best a reformed antagonist. What an insult to the other disabled characters, and what about the actual heroes of the show??

'We've been betrayed by straight man writing queer stories'. First of all, way to dismiss the other writers. Also, its not his fault you project your personal traumas and mental health on a fictional character on a show with death in the title.

'GB's ending is comphet (?????) because 'we only need eachother' and theyre breaking away from their queer community' ED HAS BEEN WANTING TO LEAVE PIRACY SINCE LAST SEASON!!! also, its progress that Stede was able to resist basic flattery. And David made it clear that they still have work to do. This one truly broke my brain.

Im just sick of all this. Izzy stans have been coddled for the past week, being told its ok to grieve, but theyve crossed multiple lines. I do wish some things had been more explicit in this finale, only because David overestimated the maturity and media literacy of some people.

Sorry for this but i needed to talk to people here. Its beyond annoyance at this point. Im angry and sick of petty crybabies actively working to poison what we've built.

go off anon my inbox is open to your ranting let the rage flow through you [insert palpatine dot gif] but ngl the best thing you can do is just block liberally. block everyone. block left, right, center. do not be merciful. do not hold back. block until the ceiling comes down!!

because like, some of these fans have spent the last 18 months convincing themselves that their little guy was of equal importance to the main characters, the secret third protagonist, and he just got put in a box.

🎶izzy's in a box 🎶izzy's in a box🎶izzy's in a box🎶

izzy was never a hero of this show. he was a villain and then a side character on a rushed arc to redemption for the specific purpose of making him into the kind of man who could apologize to ed for being a shit. but that's hard to swallow for people who were convinced he was always right, so. also let's be honest: they don't give a shit about the other disabled people on this show. a bunch of them were trying to figure out a way for it to be wee john who was killed, and kristian is actually a queer disabled actor. they're just mad it was their little guy who they latched onto.

also yeah like four of the writers are nonbinary people of color, and there's definitely more queer writers on the team, but somehow this was totally the decision of a straight white guy. alright folks come on now to quote your idol pack it in.

gentlebeard's ending is them deciding to give their relationship a go in a more relaxed and sedate environment than the high stress locale of a pirate ship. their friends ARE going to come see them again. just because they don't all live together in the same frat house i mean ship doesn't mean they're suddenly forever alone. also there is nothing comphet about shacking up with your gay lover in a soon to be literal loveshack.

but like you can't expect these folks to care about ed or stede or gentlebeard or anything that doesn't center their white man of choice. the only thing you can do is block because anyone still throwing a fit a week later is simply not worth it.

no need to apologize anon. return to my inbox whenever.

#the izcourse #izzy critical #fandom fuckery #this one is getting those tags to filter out bc i have to tag this with fandom tags to avoid my friends seeing it and getting spoiled lol #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers

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thegeminisage · 1 month

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WELL. it is time for the final tng update (until the movies ig). last night we watched the series finale, "all good things" parts i & ii.

all good things (not differentiating parts):

my main takeaway from this episode is that they somehow managed to bring back tasha yar, only to 1. have her do absolutely nothing 2. die again?? they have killed tasha yar three times. hat trick for dead tasha yar

second takeaway: old people makeup. i couldn't find any gifs for this episode because when you go in the tag they're all just comparisons with picard the show. which IS kind of fun, admittedly. losers in the old people makeup department: riker. winners: beverly. hers was kinda hot ngl. milf.

conceptually this episode kind of fucked. like, three eras of having to be in the same place, coordinating stuff over 4D space via rapid shifting...that's cool. there was a cool episode buried in here somewhere. i think the problem was 1. it took way too long to figure out what was going on 2. the three eras in question were season 1 of tng (bad), season 7 of tng (also bad), and tng 25 bad future. i have lots to say about the bad future in a sec but let's not get distracted. because all of these eras were bad, it wasn't very exciting to be coordinating stuff across them. i TOTALLY understand the temptation to bookend the show by going back to the pilot, but the sad truth is the pilot was AWFUL. q has largely been annoying and the trial was one of his MORE annoying appearances.

on the bad future: worf and riker fighting over deanna being DEAD somehow and us not getting any more information was pretty awful, especially since they sort of seemed to be having a fight about deanna in the present-day too. i don't like them fighting over her but i REALLY thing the deanna/worf was so rushed...riker is normally so chill too, it doesn't make any sense. plus it's absolutely bonkers that picard came back and DIDNT warn deanna she had 5 years to live. come on!!!

if geordi really grew back his eyes bc of the anomaly, why are they blue in the future? they look like prosthetics or something. also can't we just give him brown eyes cmon. also, it's SICK AND DISGUSTING they married him to leah. i like geordi, but his thing w women made liking him difficult, so thanks for reminding us of his absolute WORST moment right as we're saying goodbye to him forever

someone on the aos team did not do their research. romulus was destroyed in 2387, and the last season of tng is in 2370. that means this future era took place in 2395, eight years after romulus was destroyed. it would have been such an easy thing to avoid, too. you could have simply had spock and nero travel back from 2395 instead of 2387. like it's that easy. NOTHING would have to change except a number. this isn't even tng's fault like how could they know what crimes that man would commit. this is all on him. i like the aos movies but girl what the hell

wins for the future: data crazy cat lady. and everyone gaslighting picard. and beverly being soooo hot

the problem w this future is that it doesn't say anything about anyone except "you guys drifted apart without the mission to hold you together and forgot you needed each other." actually, it didn't say that second part, though i wished it had. the episode was also a bit muddied in that respect...like, what did it episode SAY about those three eras, other than "don't stop being friends later"? what did it SAY about picard and his crew? this is the finale, and there weren't any goodbyes or big character moments for anybody except picard, who had to have his big character moment in the fucking farpoint courtroom.

we did get canon worf/deanna and picard/beverly but she TURNED HIM DOWN EARLIER and only started macking on him when she found out she might die (just in time to get herself on the will and no that's not my joke). STAY STRONG...YOU DON'T NEED HIM...beverly crusher, i could be your man.

in a final act of hilarity, at the very end, picard INVITED HIMSELF TO CARDS. while i am always thrilled for poker games, and was feeling a genuine emotion about the last scene being a poker game, the profound silence when picard showed up at the door really dragged me out of it. "you were always welcome" HE LITERALLY TRIED TO DO THIS ONCE AND YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT WAS WEIRD

oh yeah. final note. can't believe they pussied out of shearing jonathan frakes for that flashback section. they just photoshop magicked that shit. it was clever, but it was cowardly

i really wish s7 of tng had been good...we had a few good ones near the beginning but the ones near the end were ALL duds. i could have forgiven so many crimes if we had gone out on a high note. tng WAS very good sometimes. i know they had it in them. unfortunately they generally chose to be ass instead, and as a result tng went out the way it came in: in the very worst courtroom scene in the entire world. rest in pieces.

NEXT TIME: ds9's "tribunal" and "the jem'hadar."

#personal #star trek #tng lb

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lilspidermonkey · 11 months

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Bakugou x reader Butterfly Chapter V

Just a warning of a painfully bad fight scene, a good friend said that I could totally just skip it and go "Wow I can't believe we just witnessed such an awesome fight scene. Let's never talk about it again." which was extremely tempting, ngl, but voila, here we are, I hate it too, so don't worry.

Bakugou sat on the roof, his knees to his chest as he crossed his arms over them, glaring off into the distance. He looked down at his hand, the strip of photos from the photo booth you, him, and the Bakusquad in his hold. His eyes lingered on the picture of you smiling at him as you forced him to pull a face for the photo. Grumbling to himself, the boy put the photos back down and continued to look off into the distance. Hearing a sigh, the boy jolted his head behind him, but seeing Aizawa standing there, the boy went back to staring off to his staring. Aizawa walked over to the boy, standing beside him with his hands in his pockets, “So this is where you’ve been.” He said. Bakugou just hummed in response. Aizawa looked down at the boy, “You’ve been up here for a while.” He said. “Hoping to spot her coming?” Bakugou huffed and turned away from his teacher, “Something like that.” The boy looked down at the photos in his hand. “She was just here.” Aizawa sighed, “She’ll be back right here.” He said. Bakugou groaned, “You don’t know that. If her father has her, who knows what could be happening to her. And I’m just sitting here, doing nothing but wanting to see her turn the corner.” He said. The man stared off, “(Y/n)’s strong, we’ll get her back.” He said. Bakugou hummed, “She was right there, right next to me.” He glared at the ground. “Why didn’t she wake me up? Why the hell did I not feel her leave my side and be with her? I could be there for her.” Aizawa sighed, “This isn’t your fault.” Watching the boy just turn away from him again, the man put his hand atop the boy’s head. “We’ll get her back.” Bakugou looked up at the man, sighed, and nodded. Aizawa turned and looked off to behind the boy, “Stay here if you want, keep an eye out. But don’t forget to get some sleep. If things go bad, you’ll need your energy.” He said, taking his leave. After a while longer of being on the roof, Bakugou went back to his room, laying in his bed. He looked at his phone, going through the messages between the two of you. Looking at the group chat messages and seeing the group photos that you were in with him and the others. Growling in anger the boy shot back up, “For fucks sake, I can’t do this.” He said. Climbing back up to the roof, the boy dropped back down, “You stupid girl, I can’t do this. You’re an idiot for leaving on your own.” He grumbled as he hugged his knees. “Just hurry up and come back, you stupid butterfly girl.” The boy nearly jumped out of his skin feeling arms being wrapped around him. He looked to see pink arms being wrapped around him, turning his head, Mina was hugging him from behind. Soon other arms were wrapped around him, looking from the other side, he saw Kaminari’s hair in his vision. The boy struggled in their hold, “What’re you lot doing? Get off me!” he said. Kirishima walked around, putting his hand on Bakugou, “We’re here man, it’s okay.” He said. Sero smiled, coming up from behind Kirishima, “This isn’t on you.” He said. Mina lifted her head, tears in her eyes, “We miss her too.” She said, wiping at her arms. Bakugou sighed, “I don’t miss her.” He said. But he placed his hand on the girl’s arm, giving it a tight squeeze. Getting up, the boy looked at his friends, “How the hell did you guys know I was here? Why aren’t you all in bed? Do you know how late it is?” he asked. Kaminari screwed his face up, “We should be saying that to you! Mister goes to bed earlier than my grandad!” he said. Sero smiled, “Mister Aizawa told us.” He said. Bakugou grumbled, of course that old man did. Mina hugged Kirishima, “Let’s go, we can all stay together.” She said. As the others went on ahead, Bakugou turned to look one last time. His eye caught something moving, and he stopped completely. Kirishima looked, “What’s up man?” he asked. But Bakugou just stared wide-eyed, soon a glare showing, “We gotta go get Aizawa.” He said. “Now!” The others looked to where Bakugou was looking, panic in their eyes as they all rushed off. Getting the others and Aizawa, all of them rushed out to the front of the dorms. A man stood there, a smile on his face as he stood there casually. Bakugou glared, taking a step forward, but Aizawa threw out his arm to stop the boy. The man stepped forward, “Who the hell are you?” he asked. The stranger grinned, “I’m sure you’ve all heard all about me.” He said. He looked over to the glaring students. “I see you’ve all gotten attached to a particular caterpillar that you all looked after.” Aizawa glared, “State your business, now!” he yelled. The man grinned, “I see you got attached to my darling caterpillar, but you have to understand, she’s mine.” He said. Bakugou growled, “She’s not yours! You abused her and left her!” he yelled. Aizawa held the boy back, “What he said, you lost your rights to her. Where is she?” he asked. The man smiled, “Seems you all got too attached. She’s my Caterpillar, I raised her and her powers, so she belongs to me.” He waved his hand. “If she wanted to be here with you lot, why did she come back to me then?” Bakugou glared, “You tricked her! There’s no way she’d return to you of her own free will! She’s petrified of you!” he yelled. Your father grinned, “Is that so?” he turned, “Isn’t that right Aoi!” The man named Aoi turned the corner, a feral grin on his face, “That’s right sir.” Bakugou glared, “You’re the one that (Y/n) ran into!” he spat. Aoi shrugged, “Coincidences sure happen every day.” He said. Your father smiled, “Now, I’m sure you all missed my darling caterpillar, but you’ll all be happy to know that she’s doing just fine.” He said. Aizawa glared, “Enough of this! Where is she!?” he asked. Your father laughed, “Wanting me to bring the guest of honor so soon? Guess that’s okay, my dear Caterpillar! Come greet your friends!” he yelled out. The others watched as you walked around the corner, knee-high boots covering your legs, short shorts with belts and chains around your waist, and a sleeveless cropped turtleneck. You walked towards your father; your eyes closed. Stopping beside your father the man smiled, “My dear.” He said. Bakugou stepped past Aizawa, pushing past the man’s arm, “(Y/n)…” he mumbled. You opened your eyes, showing your glowing purple eyes, no emotion on your face. The boy shook his head, “(Y/n)?” he called to you. Your father put his hand on your shoulder, “She’s not your (Y/n) anymore, she’s becoming my butterfly, just like I promised her.” He said. Aizawa stood beside Bakugou, “(Y/n), come to us, we’ll stop him together.” He said. You tilted your head to the side, your father moving behind you, “Seems they want you back, but what do you think will happen to your family?” he said. You jerked your head back straight, lifting your hands, a purple mist flying from your palms and fingertips. Aizawa narrowed his eyes, “(Y/n), don’t do this.” He said. Bakugou grit his teeth, “He’s not your family, we are!” he called. You stepped forward, “My family is my blood.” You said. Your father smiled, “Protect your father, become a butterfly.” He grinned. “Protect your mother.” Hearing the mention of your mother, you stepped forward, “For my mother!” you called. You shot your power out, Aizawa pulled back Bakugou as the power hit, making the two and the students behind them hit the ground. Aizawa got up, “Enough! Don’t make us do this!” he called. Mina got her knees, “(Y/n)! We are your family, you know us!” she called. You titled your head, “Know you? I know no one but my family.” You said. Aoi smiled from behind your father, “She doesn’t know any of you anymore. She has one thing in mind, her family.” He said. Your father grinned widely, “Show them what you will do for your family!!” he called. You gritted your teeth and shot your hand out, Aizawa and some of the others dodged your attack, the others flying back to the ground. Aizawa shot off to the side, his eyes beginning to glow. You spun your hands together and shot an energy ball toward the man, hitting him. A bubble formed around the man, shock, and confusion as he floated in the bubble. With a click of your finger, the bubble dusted with a purple sheen, making it solid so that it wasn’t visible. Bakugou put his hand to the bubble, trying to blast it, but it had zero effect. Todoroki came around, “We don’t want to fight you, but we will if that is what it takes to stop you, (Y/n)!” he called. You crossed your arms in front of your face, the purple mist circling you, lifting you up into the air, “You attack,” you said, snapping your arms down and energy balls circling your palms appeared, “And I’ll defend!!” The others shot off, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Uraraka aiming for you, working together, while the others went for your father and Aoi. A battle erupted, and your father fought off the other students with ease, Aoi staying close behind him as he just stood and kept quiet. You picked off the students that came after you with ease as well. Their attacks were relentless, but you could tell that their attacks were pulled back. You growled, forming a long blade from your arm. You shot an energy ball at Uraraka, sending the girl to the ground with a hard thump, the energy turning into a sticky substance, keeping her on the ground as she cried out in pain. Attacking Todoroki and Bakugou, you dodged their coming attacks, slicing Todoroki’s cheek and then his arm, forming a bubble around him and sending it crashing to the ground, disbanding the bubble, it turned into a ring, wrapping tightly around the boy, restricting his arms to his body tightly and keeping him to the ground as if his body weighed more than he could lift. Bakugou burst at you, doing his best to dodge your attacks, but you sliced his arms and his chin. He growled, “Snap out of it!!” he said. Landing a shot on you, your arm darkened with a bruise. He reached out and grabbed your arms, pinning your hands together. “Stop it already!” You glared and growled in his face, head butting the boy, slipping a hand out of his hold, and punched him with force that sent him back to the ground. The boy looked shocked, his hand to his face in awe at your strength. You glared down at him, “Touch me again, and I’ll tear your hands off and shove them down your pathic throat!” you yelled. Bakugou glared and shot back off the ground and attacked you again. You struggled to get the boy away, forming a wall between the two of you. Hearing a groan, you looked to see your father being pushed back. You growled, “Enough!!” you called. Sending the students on the ground back, caging them in bubbles, rendering them powerless. Bakugou looked at your eyes, seeing a small waver in them. He pushed against the wall, “You don’t want to do this!” he called. “You just need to snap out of it!” You glared at him, “What the hell would you know? You’re nothing to me! Why would I choose to protect you, over my flesh and blood! The man who raised me and helped me become powerful!?” you yelled. Bakugou huffed, “You want to protect him!? You want to stand there and tell me you’d rather protect the man who abused you, beat you till you were unconscious, starved you, and kept you from everything outside your house walls!?” he yelled. You faltered back, and Bakugou kept pushing, the wall wavering. You shook your head, “He did it to protect me! To keep me strong! So I could become his butterfly!!” you yelled. Bakugou yelled out, blasting a hole in the wall. To your surprise, he took the opportunity to grab you by the shirt pulling you closer, “He did that for himself! He hurt you! He’s abusing your power, and he hurt your mother!!” he yelled. You gasped, images floating in your head. Little you cowering in a corner, your mother standing in front of you, being sent to the ground by your father, kicking her while she was on the ground. Then walking to you to drag you by your hair as your mother reached out weakly to you. You shook your head, “I’m his butterfly, he did it for me, for her… he didn’t mean it, it was to be strong, becoming strong means you have to go through pain.” You huffed, your breath becoming sharp and painful. Your father glared up at you, “Butterfly! Don’t let him clip your wings!” he yelled. “Do not fail me!!” You flinched at his words, you grabbed Bakugou's hand that had hold of you, the mist flowing around him, he winced at the pain that the mist brought to his hand and arm. But it was evident that you weren’t putting through your full power. Your father glared harder, “Don’t make me put you back!!” he yelled. You flinched, fear taking over, “I don’t want to go back, not the tank, not the hole…” you mumbled. Your father gritted his teeth, “Then kill that boy, and prove it to me!!” he yelled. You looked at Bakugou as he glared at his hand, but when he looked back at you his eyes softened a little, he wasn’t attacking you when he could be. Faltering your breath hitched, “Why won't you attack me with your full power!? Any of you!?” you called. “You think I’m so weak, that I’m not worth your efforts!?” you yelled. Bakugou glared, “I’m not him, none of us are, we actually care about you and your wellbeing! We’re not going to hurt you just to get our way!!” he called. “We just want you to come back!” You looked back to your father, at his glare he turned back to Aoi, who was slumped over his hand to his head, “Aoi! What’s wrong with her!?” he called. Aoi groaned, “She’s fighting back, she’s afraid.” He said. Your father seemed furious, “Afraid?” he glared up at you. “You’re afraid!? Fear is weakness!! I won’t let you be controlled by your weakness!! You will kill this boy and the rest of these pathetic whelps, or so help me, I’ll do you away like your mother!!” You jolted, a pain going through your head. The pain was intense, it took over your whole body. You grumbled to your knees as you and Bakugou were sent to the ground, your powers no longer keeping the wall up that kept the boy in the air, and the mist that kept you in the air. Hitting the ground hard, Bakugou groaned, but he was quick to get to his feet rushing over to you. You were curled in on your body, crying out in pain. A wall kept Bakugou from getting to you, the boy looked to your father who had his hand up, keeping the wall between the two of you. The man walked over to your body, kicking your face, “Enough! Get up!” he yelled. As you gasped for breath, the man continued his assaults on you, “On your feet! You’ve been through worse than this! Get up!” he yelled. Bakugou bashed against the wall, “Fuck off! Leave her alone!!” he yelled. The other students fought against the bubbles they were in, the walls faltering, but not too weak enough to break. Bakugou bashed against the wall harder, “(Y/n)!!” he called. Your father lifted you up by your hair, “On your feet, now!” he called. Following his orders, you stood to your feet, shaking from the pain as blood trickled down your head and lips. The man pushed you, and you fell to your knees, “You’re going to be punished for this!” he called. He snapped his fingers towards you, a loud sharp snapping sound echoing as you cried out. He did the same thing six times before he grabbed your ear, “You’re a pathetic butterfly, kill them, or I’ll kill your mother!!” he yelled. Panic took over your body, you turned to him, tears streaming down your face, “No, I just got her back! Don’t take her away from me! Not again!” you called. The man kicked you away from him, “Then do as I tell you!” he said. You got back to your feet, walking towards Bakugou. The wall was still between you, the boy could see your pupils again, your tears streaming down your face sending a cold feeling through his veins. The boy bashed against the wall again, “(Y/n), you okay?” he asked in a panic. You shivered, “Why do you care so much!?” you yelled. “Why would you not fight to kill me like I would to you?” you sobbed. The boy screwed his face as he bent to meet your eye level, “Because I care about you, butterfly! I wouldn’t put you through this shit, no matter what! This is not how you treat the people you care about!” he yelled. You shook your head, “I can’t lose my mother, not again.” You sobbed. The boy shook his head, “(Y/n), he already said it, she’s already gone. He took her from you long before all this. They’re screwing with your head, fight them.” He smoothed his hand against the wall. “Come back.” You raised your shaking hand, placing it where his was. Even though the wall was there, you could almost feel the warmth of his hand through it, you could feel all your memories and feelings return. It was painful, but it was welcomed. Aoi gasped as he shot to your dad, “I lost her!!” he yelled. You turned to your dad as he stood right in front of you, “Stop this, now.” You said. The man glared down at you, “You dare raise from your knees to me? I’ll snap your wings I gave you with a snap of my fingers.” He lowered his head. “Back to your knees or die.” He said. You glared back at him, “I’d rather die on my feet, than live on my knees.” You said. The man glared, “Pathetic.” He said. He raised his hand and pushed a blade into your side. Your eyes shot open wide, the pain felt just as cold as the blade that pierced your flesh, the warm blood that seeped past the blade felt hot. You gasped as your eyes watered, putting a hand to his should. You glared up at him, “This is for my mother.” You said. Purple glowed on your hand where you placed it on your father, a blade forming and piercing his shoulder. The man’s eyes shot wide, as he fell to his knees. You swung out your arm, putting the man in a bubble and forcing it to fly back, making Aoi collide and join in the bubble. The two were trapped. the wall between you and Bakugou fell, but as the boy rushed to your side, you put your hand up, stopping him from reaching out to you. You turned and released your new family from their cages, including Aizawa. Once they were released, others started rushing over, other heroes and sirens in the distance making their way over. You sighed as the heroes reprimanded the two villains from your bubble, “They couldn’t have come any sooner?” you laughed. Aizawa rushed over to you, “(Y/n)!” he called. You put your hand up to stop him, “I’m fine.” You said. You looked to your other classmates and friends, “I’m so sorry.” You said. Bakugou ignored your hand that stopped him from coming closer to you, putting his hand on your side that wasn’t injured, supporting you. You winced, your vision becoming spotty. You smiled through the pain, “I think I’m going to pass out.” You mumbled, your knees becoming weak in the boy's hold. Bakugou glared slightly, “You idiot, we’ll take care of you.” He said. You reached up and pinched his cheek weakly, “Baku…” but you didn’t finish as you lost consciousness.

Waking up in the hospital, the bright lights made your head throb as nausea overwhelmed you. Leaning up to swallow the feeling, you felt a sharp pain go through your side. About to fling your hand to your side, you felt a small tug. Looking to your side, you saw Bakugou, fast asleep on the edge of your bed, his hand gripping yours in his sleep. You smiled down at him, reaching over with your other free hand to play with his hair. Sighing in relief you looked to the window, Aizawa was asleep in the other free seat, sitting up in it, his arms crossed over his chest as his head hung low. You smiled widely, stretching your back and feeling it crack, you groaned out. Hearing your groan, Aizawa blinked his eyes open. Seeing you up, he stood from his chair and walked over, “How you feeling?” he asked. You smiled, but remembering the events from before, you looked down, your smile dropping, “I’m fine.” You said. The man reached over and rubbed the top of your head, “What’s on your mind?” he asked. You continued to look down, “I’m sorry, I hurt you.” You glanced over at Bakugou and put your fingers through his hair again. “All of you.” Aizawa sighed, “It wasn’t your fault.” He said. “Don’t think too much about it. No one blames you for it, no one.” He said. You smiled and looked back up at him, “Thank you.” You said. “But I’m still sorry, nothing’s going to change that.” The man rolled his eyes, “Right, you are forgiven. Even if there’s nothing to forgive.” He said. You grinned, but soon bit your lip, looking down, “What about…my father?” you asked. The boy next to you stirred, both you and Aizawa looked to Bakugou. Aizawa sighed, “We’ll talk about that later, I’ll leave you two to it.” He said. “I’ll let the others know that you are up and fine, so that they will finally get off my back.” And with that, the man left. You looked at the boy that was beside you, groaning in his slumber. You smiled and ruffled his hair more, making the boy blink his eyes open, once spotting you, his eyes softened with a sigh. You smiled, “Morning sunshine.” You said. Bakugou stared at you, “You’re still here.” He sighed. But soon he shot up out of his seat, pressing close to you, panic in his eyes. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? I’m going to get a doctor!” You smiled and put your hand up, “Hey, calm down! I’m fine!” you said, pulling the boy back down by his hand to sit back down. “If anything, I’m just feeling a little drained, that’s all.” The boy sat in his seat as you urged him, a sigh leaving him. You looked to him, rubbing the back of your neck, “I’m sorry, for all the trouble and worry and pain I put you through.” You said. Bakugou huffed, “It wasn’t your fault.” He said. He looked away, his eyes on your hand that was still in his. You leaned down to catch his eyes, “Hey, what’s up?” you asked. The boy looked at you and sighed, shaking his head, “Why didn’t you wake me up? Why’d you just leave like that?” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “When I woke up, you were just gone. It scared the hell out of me.” You gripped his hand, “I’m sorry…it was something I felt I needed to do. I saw my mother, and my instincts just took over. I just ran to her.” You said. “But it…it wasn’t her.” Bakugou gripped your hand back, “I’m sorry. Just never do that again. Wake me up next time.” He said. You smiled at him, titling your head back, “You make it out like I’m going to be sleeping in your bed again.” You said. Bakugou’s ears turned red as his cheeks dusted pink, rubbing the back of his head, “Jesus, I mean like if you ever not want to be alone, just like it was that night.” He said through gritted teeth. You laughed, “Oh, sure, definitely.” You said mockingly. Bakugou gritted his teeth and leaned over to mess with your hair. You laughed and backed away, but the boy leaned up onto the bed to mess with you more. You cried out with laughter, reaching up to mess with his own hair. Soon you ended up dragging the boy onto the bed, the two of you just sitting and talking together. To be more comfortable, you released your legs from under the blankets and rested your thighs over Bakugou, legs on either side of his hips, his legs in the same way, but under your legs. You leaned forward, “I can only imagine what the others are like right now.” You said. Bakugou sighed, leaning his head back, “Probably either going out of their minds with worry, or they're planning a welcome back or a get better party.” He said. You laughed, “So true! Hopefully they’re a little less worried now though, Aizawa was just here and said he’d let them know that I was okay.” You said. The boy looked at you, “I was wondering where he went, he tried to get me to go back to the dorm, just like I tried to get him to go back. But he wouldn’t leave without seeing you wake up first.” He explained. You grinned, “Sounds like him, and you.” You laughed. You looked around, “Hold on, where’s my phone?” Bakugou reached back into his pocket, pulling out your phone, “Aizawa told me to give it back to you. You left it in my room when you left, and he had to go through it with the cops to see if there were any clues as to where you could’ve gone.” He said. You smiled and reached for it, “Understandable, thank you.” You said, but the boy pulled the phone back from your reach. You gaped at him, “Hey! Give it!” The boy grinned, “Nah, gonna need something in return.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “It’s my phone, why should I give you anything in return for my property?” you asked. The boy shrugged, “I’m the one holding it, aren’t I?” he said. You pouted and rolled your eyes, “Fine, what do you want?” you asked. Bakugou looked to you, “Promise you won’t run off like that again. Not without me at least. I can’t protect you if you run off without me.” He said. Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, your pout dropped as you smiled at him, “I promise.” You said. The boy gave a half smile as he handed the phone back to you, “Good girl.” He said. You felt your stomach do flips as your cheeks warmed, “Whatever, Baku-babes.” You said, sticking your tongue out to him. Sending a message out to the 1-A dorm group chat that you were okay, you both laughed together at the responses that rushed in. You leaned towards Bakugou, resting your head on his shoulder, the boy went redgit at first, but soon caged you in his arms, “You all good?” he asked. You hummed against him, “Yeah, I’m just really happy.” You said. The boy’s returned hum vibrated through his chest, and you smiled at the feeling. You nuzzled into his neck, “I can’t believe I was so close to destroying all this.” You mumbled. The boy huffed, “Don’t flatter yourself, you could never destroy us.” He said. You pouted against him, “You calling me weak?” you huffed. Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Nah, you’re plenty strong. But your will is stronger. You would never let yourself become a puppet to destroy the people you care about.” He said. You soon smiled, bringing your arms up to bring the boy into a hug. He tightened his arms around you as well, hugging you back as the two of you just sat there for a while till the comfort eventually soothed you to sleep.

Being brought out of the hospital, it was just as Bakugou said, the others organized a small party for your return. You and Bakugou laughed together, having called the others on their actions. The party flew by, and you were comfortably waking up in your own bed, rushing downstairs, and going on your run with Bakugou as you always did. He took it easy on you as the wound on your side was still a little sore. But afterward, as the two of you were catching your breaths, you snuck up and wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s waist from behind, laughing. The boy stopped drinking his water, and looked down at you, putting his arm around your shoulder, “What’re you doing, butterfly girl?” he asked. You giggled and released him, “Common! Let’s go to the bubble tea place!” you called. Bakugou rolled his neck, “Why should I?” he asked. You pouted, “Common Baku-babes, you promised to treat me to bubble tea!” you said. The boy groaned, “You want to cash that in now?” he asked. Nodding you smiled, “Yes! I’m cashing that in now! Let’s go!” you said. Bakugou groaned, “Fine, whatever, even though you still don’t deserve it.” He said. You smiled and walked ahead of him to go inside, “I so do!” you called. Going upstairs to take a shower and get dressed you took a little extra time to try and pick an outfit. A knock on your door interrupted you and you turned to it, “Who is it?” you called. “It’s Mina and Jirou! Can we come in?” Mina’s cheery voice called through the door. You smiled, “Sure! Come in! I’m just in my underwear though if that doesn’t bother you guys!” you called back. Mina opened the door and shrugged, “Please, we get dressed in front of each other all the time, like we would care!” she said. You smiled at her, “Hey, it’s always good to give a head’s up just in case!” you said, reaching over to a dress and putting it to your body, looking in the mirror. Mina sat on your bed and Jirou sat in your desk chair, “You look happy.” Jirou said. You smiled at her through the mirror, “Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked. Pouting at the dress, you shook your head and through the dress back onto your bed. Lifting up two different skirts you hummed, “Can you guys help me choose an outfit? I don’t know why I’m struggling so badly right now.” You said. Mina grinned, “Ooo, got something special you’re going to?” she asked. You shrugged, “Just going to get bubble tea, Bakugou promised me he’d treat me, and I’m cashing that in today.” You said. Jirou smiled after sharing a look with Mina, “Wanting to look nice for him?” she asked. You blushed and pouted, “Not exactly, I just want to look nice, you know, just as a general thing.” You said. Mina grinned, laying on the bed and kicking her legs up, “Common! It’s so obvious! You have the biggest crush on the ticking time bomb!” she said. You groaned, “Is it really that obvious?” you asked. Jirou lifted her hand and pinched her fingers close together, “Just a bit.” She said. Mina squealed, “It’s super cute! Me and the boys are taking bets on who makes the first move!” she said. You gawked at her, “Hey!” you waved her off. “Just help me pick an outfit already! And yes, I am trying to look somewhat cute, so help would be greatly appreciated.” The girls helped you in picking an outfit and joined you in going downstairs, making jokes at you, and also encouraging you at the same time. They helped you choose a cute orange and black tartan skirt, black combat boots, and a black short-sleeved crop that had a low V-neck that hugged your body nicely. Jirou smiled, “Sure you won’t get cold without a jacket?” she asked. You waved her off, “I’m sure it’ll be fine, the weather is really nice, and we won't be gone out that long.” You said. Mina nudged you, “Or so you think~” she sang. You rolled your eyes and nudged her back jokingly. Meeting up with Bakugou, he was wearing black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and one small one across his thigh, black runners, a long white shirt, and a big buffy bomber jacket with small chains that hung off it. You smiled at the boy and skipped over to him, “Ready?” you asked. The boy looked you up and down, making you feel nervous under his eyes, “Yeah, you?” he asked. You nodded, “Yep, I’m just going to quickly let Aizawa know where we’re going.” You said. Bakugou nodded back, “Gotta let the father-figure know, huh?” he said. You smiled and nodded, “Yep!” you said and stuck your tongue out to him and skipped off. Going to Aizawa’s room, you happily walked in with his permission. The man looked up and down, “You look nice, going out?” he asked. You nodded, “Yep! Bakugou’s taking me out to get bubble tea, is that okay?” you asked. The man nodded, “Of course, especially if he’s with you.” He said. You titled your head, “What do you mean?” you asked. Aizawa gave a half smile, “I know that he’ll take care of you. You will with him too.” He said. You smiled, “Right!” you said, but your smile soon dropped as you inched closer to the man who was sitting at his desk. “I just wanted to quickly ask, I know it’s kinda silly, but, how’s my father? You know, since he’s been put away?” The man sighed and reached his hand out to you, guiding you to sit down on his bed, “He’s been asking you a lot. You are allowed to visit him, but I don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said. You nodded, “Right, thank you.” You said. The man gave another sigh, “There’s something else you should know about, but I really don’t know if you’ll want to hear it now.” The man gave you a nervous look. “It could really bring you down.” You looked a little taken aback, but you took a breath and moved some hair behind your ear, “I’ll hear it, if I don’t hear it now, it’ll be nagging me all day.” You said. The man sighed and nodded, “Your father has given up some information, about your mother.” He said. You held your breath, “What information?” you asked. The man looked down, “He told us about…what happened with how she passed away. And where he…buried her.” He said. You closed your eyes, your emotions raging inside you, but you nodded, “Where?” you asked. The man looked at you, “We’ve recovered the body already, and we’re organizing to have a proper burial, if that’s what you want.” He said. You smiled and nodded, “Thank you, I’d love that.” you said. The man reached over and put his hand on your shoulder, “You okay? You can tell me.” He said. You smiled, “I’m okay, if anything, knowing actually makes me feel a lot better about it.” You said. The man nodded, “If you’re sure.” He said. You smiled widely and reached over, giving the man a hug, “Thank you.” You said. The man gave you a pat on the back, “Now, go have fun on your date.” He said separating from you. You flushed as you went to the door, pouting as you turned to the man, “It’s not a date! He owes me bubble tea, and he’s paying up!” you said. The man snorted and went back to his laptop, “Sure, have fun.” He said. You stuck your tongue out at him and left his room. Bakugou was leaning against the couch as you approached, looking at his phone. Seeing you approach he put his phone back in his pocket, “You get the okay to go?” he asked. You flipped your hair, “But of course! Who do you think I am?” you said. The boy rolled his eyes, “Common let’s get going.” He said. You smiled and followed after the boy, rolling your eyes at the others that pulled teasing faces and thumbs up at the two of you. Bakugou took you to a bubble tea place that you hadn’t been to, and you were over the moon. You both got different flavors and you were happily sipping your drink as the two of you sat together at a small grass spot. Bakugou nudged you, “Don’t drink too fast, you’ll make yourself sick.” He said. You stuck your tongue out, “Let me enjoy the good things about life!” you said. The boy scoffed, “Bubble tea?” he asked. You nodded, “Of course!” you looked at his and smiled. “Let me have a taste!” Bakugou looked to his and then yours, “Nothing's free.” He said, holding his hand out for yours. You happily handed yours to him as he handed yours to him. You both sipped each other’s drinks and you hummed happily, pacing your hand to your cheek in delight. Bakugou grinned, “Like it?” he asked. You nodded, “It’s so yummy!” you said. Hearing a small cry your head perked up, spotting a little girl who was by herself by a light pole, she looked around, lost as tears were in her eyes as she sobbed to herself. You got to your feet, rushing over the small girl, Bakugou following close behind. Leaning down to the little girl’s height you smiled at her, “Hey, you okay?�� you asked. The little girl hid behind the poll and sniffled, “I can’t find where my mum went.” She sobbed quietly. You looked back up at Bakugou, and he sighed, getting down to the girl’s height as well, “Where did you see her last?” he asked. The small girl shrugged, “She was right beside me, and I walked on ahead because I wanted to chase the birds.” She wiped at her small nose. “But when I turned around, she was gone.” You smiled at her and reached to hold her small hands with your own, “We’ll help you.” You said. She sniffled again, “Aren’t heroes supposed to help?” she asked. Bakugou huffed a laugh, “You’re right about that, we’re heroes. We go to UA where we train to become heroes.” He said. The girl perked up, “Really?” she asked. You hummed, reaching out to wipe the small girl's tear stains away, “You got it, common, let’s go find her!” you said. The two of you and Bakugou brought the small girl along with the two of you, bringing her around to places she last saw her mum. Bakugou even got the small girl a small bubble tea to make her feel better. You ran around with the girl, waving to Bakugou to hurry up as the boy just smiled and shook his head. The boy even had the girl up on his shoulders, letting her tug his hair to hold her balance. When you both were in a crowded part of the town, you heard a small yell, “Airi!” You both turned seeing a woman with a hero beside her come running. The small girl on Bakugou’s shoulders started jumping, “Mummy!!” she yelled. Bakugou placed the small girl onto the ground, the both of you keeping your eyes on the girl as she ran to her mother. The woman hugged the small girl, stroking her hair and giving her kisses, “You silly girl! You are never letting go of my hand! Not till you’re at least 17!” she called. You smiled at them, the mother thanking the two of you repeatedly, along with the hero. Walking together, you and Bakugou left the two together, the boy nudged you as you kept your eyes on the ground, “What’s wrong?” he asked. You hummed, shrugging, “Nothing, I’m really happy we helped her find her mother. It felt really good.” You said. Bakugou held your hand, making you look to him, “Hey, I can tell something's bothering you.” He said. You smiled at him, “Let’s sit.” You said. You both sat back on the grass where you were before, you brought your knees together, hugging your knees. Bakugou reached over and held your hand again, bringing your knees down, “Tell me what’s wrong.” He said. You smiled, “You really know how to get me.” You said, giving his hand a small squeeze. The boy shifted closer to you, “Talk.” He said. You sighed, “Before we came out today, Aizawa told me that my father told them where he put my mother. And that they were going to organize a proper burial, which I was really happy about. I really was, but then when we helped that little girl find her mother, it felt amazing.” You looked down. “But it also hurt. Finding my mother, it’s amazing, but I’ll never get to hug her again, or have her stroke my hair and kiss my forehead.” Bakugou sighed, “I’m sorry.” He said. You nudged him, “It’s okay, it’s going to hurt. I am happy, genuinely, it’s so much better than not knowing where she was, and giving her the proper burial she deserves.” You said. Bakugou nodded, “You’re not going to be able to help the hurt.” He said. You nodded, “Exactly, but I know it’ll get better.” You smiled at him. “I’ve got you, right?” The boy’s eyes softened at you, “Of course.” He said. You chuckled, “And, you know, the others too.” You said. Bakugou scoffed, “Just not as good as me, as it should be.” He said. Laughing you leaned against him, “Shut up.” You laughed. The boy leaned his head against yours, nuzzling your hair a bit. You hummed, but a small stomach grumble made the both of you freeze. Bakugou growled, “You really know how to ruin the mood, don’t you?” he said. You hit his chest, “Hey! Give me a break! I can’t help it!” you said. “The stomach wants, what the stomach wants.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that saying meant for the heart?” he asked. You shrugged, “Same thing.” You said. The boy huffed, “It really isn’t.” he said. He got up and held his hand out to you. “Common.” He said. You raised your eyebrow this time, “Where?” you asked. Bakugou scrunched up his face, “To get food, dummy.” He said. A grin plastered on your face as you took his hand. Bakugou took you to get food, the two of you being probably the loudest people in the place, laughing together and sharing food and having fun. At one point, you were laughing so much to the point you couldn’t stop yourself; you thought you were going to get a stitch from laughing so much, especially seeing Bakugou do his best to hold back his laughter. On your way back to the dorms the sun was already setting, Bakugou had given you his jacket, you protested saying that he’d get cold but being the stubborn brat he was, he insisted. Walking up on a brick fence, you held your arms out to balance yourself, and Bakugou held his hand out for you to hold as extra balance. You excepted his hand as he kept you up. Reaching the end Bakugou jerked you off the wall, making you fall. He caught you in his arms and you squealed as he spun you around, the both of you laughing. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck. The boy kept you up in the air as he looked up at you, you smiling down at him. A few certain words were suddenly echoing in your head. Bringing one hand back from around his neck, you cupped his cheek, “Did you mean what you said?” you asked him. Bakugou raised his eyebrow, “I say a lot of things, gonna need to be more specific.” He laughed. You shook your head as you rolled your eyes, “When my father attacked, you said that you cared about me, do you?” you asked. Bakugou looked between your eyes, “Yeah, I do.” He said. “Why else would I be spending my free time, money, and jacket on you?” You smiled and looked down then back into his eyes, “When you say care about me, do you mean, like, more than like how the others do? I mean, as in, like, I don’t know.” You shook your head. Bakugou pounced you in his hold, “Hey,” he cut you off. “You’re rambling.” You looked down, “Right.” You chuckled. Bakugou titled his head to catch your eye, “I do.” He said. You looked him in the eyes, brows furrowed in confusion, “What?” you asked. He leaned into your hand, “Care about you, more than anyone.” He said. You grinned, “Yeah?” you asked. The boy rolled his eyes, “Yeah.” He confirmed. You giggled in his hold, but the boy shook you a little in his hold, “You gonna just make me be the only one to say it?” he asked. You shook your head with a grin, “You big dummy, of course I do.” You said. The boy grinned, and you giggled bringing your forehead down to his. You bit your lip as you looked down at him, the boy shaking his head as he leaned his head back, placing a kiss on your lips. You hummed into the kiss, catching you by surprise, but you more than happily kissed him back. The boy placed you on the brick wall, sitting you down on it as he kept his arms around you, kissing you more. You brought him in closer, hugging him tighter to you. When the two of you pulled apart, Bakugou put his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. You smiled back up at him, cupping his face, and gave him another quick kiss to his lips, the boy lifted you up and spun you around the both of you laughing. Hearing something in the distance, you both turned your heads in confusion, but you saw nothing and didn’t hear anything else. You both looked at each other and just shrugged hugging each other and heading back to the dorms, hand in hand. Walking into the front doors of the dorm you both smiled, separating from each other, not wanting the attention of you two being together to blow the others up. Looking around you titled your head, “Where’s Mina and the others?” you asked. Jirou twirled her ear jack around her finger, “They, ah, went out.” She said. As if on cue, the door swung open, and in came the others, laughing and grinning to themselves. You went over to them, “Hey, where’d you guys go?” you asked. Kirishima bit his lip, “Oh, you know, just out for a stroll.” He said. Bakugou looked over, “A stroll?” he asked, not believing them for a second. You looked over at Kaminari, “Why do you what twigs and leaves in your hair?” you asked. The boy smiled, eyes wide, “Whaaaat? There’re twigs in my hair?” he asked, fake shocked. You put your hands on your hips, “Spill, what did you guys do?” you asked. Sero wrapped his arm around Kaminari, “What’re you talking about? We just went for a stroll!” he said. Mina rubbed the back of her head, “Yep! A very casual walk!” she said. You and Bakugou watched them with disbelief on your faces. You shrugged, “You know what? I don’t even want to know.” You said. You pulled Bakugou by his arm, “Let’s go.” You said. Jirou typed away at her phone, “Told you you’d get cold.” She said as you went past her. You stuck your tongue out at her, looking to see the rest of the Bakusquad looking all excited after the two of you, to which you just squinted at them in a warning. Dragging Bakugou you went up to the roof again, the two of you sitting side by side, very closely together as you hugged his arm. You smiled up at him, “Sure you don’t want your jacket back?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Just keep it for now, idiot.” He said. You giggled, and looked up at the sky, “A little bird told me that you were up here for hours, looking for me, is that true?” you asked. Bakugou scoffed, “Multiple birds I bet.” He said, scowling. You laughed, “I mean, first it was one big, tired, dad bird, but then serval other birds also confirmed it.” You said. The boy grumbled, “Damn nuisances.” He muttered. You smiled, nuzzling into his arm, “Sorry.” You whispered. The boy leaned his head down, putting his face against your hair, “Stop apologizing already.” He said. You shrugged, “I will, maybe, eventually.” You said. Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Stubborn.” He said. Laughing you looked up at him, “Says you, I can name several times you have been stubborn.” you shrugged. “Guess I learn from the best.” He just shook his head, giving your head a small peck, “Whatever, Butterfly.” He said. You grinned up at him and he dipped his head down to kiss your lips. You hummed in the kiss, bringing your hand up to cup his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek as he leaned his head against yours. You sighed happily, “You know that the others were totally up to something, right?” you asked. Bakugou scoffed, “When aren’t they?” he asked back. You chuckled, “You’re not wrong, but something is telling me that they were following us.” You said. The boy groaned, shaking his head against yours, “Don’t say it, those fuckers don’t know their place.” He said. You smiled, “And knowing Mina, she would’ve taken pictures.” You said. Your head perked up and pulled back from him. “Oh my god, do you think they caught us kissing?” The boy scrunched up his face as he groaned in realization, “For fucks sake, they’re not going to leave us the fuck alone over that.” He said. You grinned, kissing the boy's sour face, “You’re not wrong. But I feel like Kiri will at least be on our side to calm them down enough to let us come forth with it on our own.” You said. The boy looked up in thought, and nodded, “Not wrong.” He said. You grinned, leaning against the boy again. The cold air blew, and you felt a shiver go up your back, but you also felt Bakugou do a small shiver. You smiled, “I knew you were cold.” You said. The boy groaned, “Shut up, I’m more tired than anything.” He said. Leaning your head back, you placed your chin on his shoulder, “Want to go to sleep?” you asked. The boy looked down at you, “Maybe not yet.” He said. You grinned, “Who knew you could be a total cheese ball.” You laughed. The boy groaned, “Shut your face.” He said. You pulled him to stand up, “Common, go to bed if you’re tired, we had a long day after all.” You said. Bakugou looked down at you, his hand on your waist, “Fine.” He said. He continued to look down at you, not making a move to leave. You smiled, “What?” you asked. Bakugou continued to look at you, “You going to be okay?” he asked. You leaned your head against his chest, hugging him, “I’ll be okay.” You said. The boy hugged you back, “Alright.” He said. Giving him a kiss, you walked off to the side of the girls’ dorms, “Goodnight.” You said. The boy put his hands in his pockets, “Night.” He said, going his own way. Reaching the edge of the roof, you bit your lip and swung around, “Hey.” You called. The boy turned, “Yeah?” he asked. You smiled, swinging your arms behind your back, “Maybe I…don’t want to be alone tonight.” You said. The boy grinned, rolling his eyes, “Common.” He said, reaching his hand to you. You grinned, jogging over to the boy, and grabbing his hand as he took you to his room. Giving each other some privacy to change, Bakugou lent you some shorts that were way too long on you and a shirt that dwarfed your form. Bakugou lifted the blanket, “You’re against the wall this time.” He demanded. You grinned, getting into the bed, “I thought you liked the wall?” you asked. The boy rolled his eyes as he got into the bed with you, “I couldn’t give two shit’s anymore, plus if you decided to just leave randomly again, you’d have to get around me first. So, I’d definitely wake up before your stupid disappearing act.” He said. You rolled your eyes, laying in the bed, “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” you asked. The boy shook his head as he laid down beside you, bringing you closer to him, “Nah.” He said. You grinned, hugging him back, nuzzling your face against him, “Goodnight, Baku-Babes.” You whispered. The boy nuzzled your hair as he sighed, “Night, Butterfly.”

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elegyofthemoon · 9 months

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6, 9, 13 for the ask game!

HI GLORIJA!!! I hope you're doing well :D thanks for the ask!!

female character asks

6. A female character who got done dirty by the narrative?

okay so listen. I have a slight love/hate with her character, but truly, I feel that Edelgard gets kinda done dirty by her own route

I will never get over the fact that the Black Eagles route is 17 chapters compared to the 26 (?) chapters that the other routes get, with Golden Deer and Church route having near identical stories?!?!??! like they totally could have used that effort to give Edelgard the chance to take down Those Who Slither In The Dark BUT NOOOOOO NOOOO WE DONT GET THAAAT WE DONT GET THE JUSTICE FOR THE WRONG DEALT TO HER AS A KID AND WHY SHE STARTED THE WHOLE WAR NOOOOO

The payoff was horrendous and it just left me sitting bitter and ill towards her route and just her character. It's such a disservice really :oI

9. A female character you started out disliking but came around to?

oh my god a character i disliked but had a slow warm up to... hmmm... ngl and I'm soooo so so so sorry to do this to her, but that's Camilla for me

AND TBH THIS ISN'T EVEN HER FAULT TBF !! Have you seen that post around that's like "this isnt you girl this is your writers fault?" Yeah that's how I feel towards Camilla lmao

I just am very very extra tired of fanservice characters, and especially female characters used for fanservice, so I have a tendency to just disregard the "sexy female" trope in an instant, but it's thanks to my friend that I actually came around and gave Camilla a try and started working through her supports, and honestly, it just makes me hate the. The cutscenes with Camilla more. It just feels (again) like a disservice.

I won't say that I outright hated her? I just felt disappointed by the way the writers frequently portray her. I don't know --

13. An interesting femslash ship? (Canon or otherwise)

OH YAY this is the most recent femslash ship that I fell in love with but Kallen/Sakura from Honkai Impact 3rd !!

I found out that they were actually canon in one of the manga, saying explicitly that they were soulmates (or Kallen the white hair girl saying that "When I first met Sakura, it was like I knew the reason why I was born" lIKE OKAY??!?!?!?!??!? OKAY------)

BUT BUT BUT my heart felt so touched reading through Kallen and Sakura's story, and while I'm still only slowly learning what happened between them (I'm still super new), what I do know and love is that Kallen saved Sakura from falling into absolute despair after being forced to kill her sister to appease the gods of her village, reminding Sakura of the kindness in humanity.

But for whatever reason (I haven't reached this yet BUT I think I'm pretty close actually? idk. if anyone else is reading this and plays hi3, please don't spoil me. ik the game's been out forever but i am absolutely blind to this so i don't want to know :)), Kallen had to seal Sakura away because she houses an evil being within her, but she leaves an artifact that would defend Sakura within the place she seals Sakura and just,, making sure Sakura is never alone and it was soooo ; - ;

I think a bit of it actually reminded me a bit of the ending for Sayaka and Kyoko in PMMM if you know that ! But I sure am particularly weak to knights in shining armor ish stories lmao

#answered #shamisense

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I'm telling u rn everytime I stalk look at your acc and just all this eddie content I feel at home, one with my people, I just love the shit I see and everything u post ily and you're doing great but also to add to this -

Imagine Eddie hiding @ Reefer Rick's place yk the boat thing and you're obv there with him to keep him safe and Jason and his goons are hunting Eddie cause of all the alligations and he's yk losing his shit and somethin about him with the broken beer bottle ready to pounce on anyone makes you want to pounce on HIM so you basically tell him to keep quiet while he's whimpering and moaning softly as you suck his dick, and he's like worried to get caught but at the same time he finds it so fucking hot because you're like "Look at me, baby, look at me, pretty boy" and he just whimpers and lets out the pretty boy moans and eventually Jason just leaves and shit and Eddie just goes ballistic and begins to thrust in to your mouth begging you to let him fuck you and how pretty you look with your cheeks filled up with his cock I- AM FERAL 👹👹👹👹

YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU-

How does it feel to be the ONLY PERSON CORRECT ABOUT EDDIE???

NGL you’re 100% on the money seeing Eddie all weird and panicky and ready to defend himself absolutely Did Things to me so I can totally envision this happening (fans myself)

Your take on it is LITERALLY JUST PERFECT so I’m gonna AU a bit

The car door slams out front and there are distant voices: men’s voices.

Eddie hisses out a “shit” and drags you down with him against the wall underneath the boathouse window, free hand clutching the broken bottle.

You can literally hear his heartbeat from inches away, feel his hot breath on your face, how tight and ready his expression is, coiled and prepared to spring at any second.

His fingers are so tight on your forearm, crushing you against him, so you can feel his body heat and jesus, a girl just can’t help herself right? There is only so much temptation one person can be expected to resist.

Really, it’s his fault you feel this way. That sort of thing demands a punishment.

When your hand starts slowly, softly, like whisper-softly palming him through his tight pants he looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, opening his mouth to speak. You clap a soft palm over it.

“Shh. Wouldn’t want us to get caught now, hm?”

Physical touch is kind of a chemical overload for Eddie: he gets real stupid, real pliant, and real needy. So crushing him up against the wall, pressed between stacks of tarp-covered boxes, is easy.

He is literally huffing like he’s running a marathon the second you get his cock in your mouth, and every time you swallow around it he squirms: his knee hits a box with a thud so you use both hands to pin him in place (which is absolutely just making him harder)

He has no thoughts. Brain? Gone. His entire world has narrowed down to your tongue on the silky head of his cock, focusing on wanting to thrust up into your wet heat even while your painful grip on his hips stops him.

He’s chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck” in a wheezing whisper, jumping and shivering even harder when one of Jason’s goon’s rattles the boathouse lock, calling to his friends.

And you just stuff a messy bundle of fingers into his mouth, pads pressing down on his tongue. He cums mutely, back arching on the wall, literally while Jason is peering in the window and scanning the empty boathouse/the untarped boat, you two just out of sight.

The dude has no idea that right under his nose Eddie “The Freak” Munson is getting the goddamn soul sucked out of him.

“Pack it up, boys. We got bad information.” You hear Jason say only inches above both of your heads. You’re still holding Eddie’s cock in your mouth, sucking so gently on the end and feeling his entire torso shake in overstimulation under you. Still he keeps quiet. Such a good boy, keeping quiet.

Only when the car engine turns over and drives away again do you give him reprieve, pulling fingers from his mouth and watching his chest heave, pulling yourself up to head height to drag sweaty strands of hair away from his face and croon accolades.

“Good boy, look at you, you did so good for me Eddie, holy shit. Kept so nice and quiet. My pretty, perfect boy. Taking orders like a champ.”

He just looks up at you with wide-blown pupils and cheeks so flushed with arousal they’re splotchy. “You’re fucking insane.” He says with a grin. “God, I love it.”

THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK ILY

#LORD HELP ME #minors dont look #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things imagine #Eddie Munson #my writing

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takalzuoom · 2 years

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self aware arcane au addicted!! Please give us more!!

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! ngl i had trouble on how i wanted this to play out… but eventually i pulled through ✨💪😼

IM ALSO SO GLAD YOU LIKED MY PERVIOUS AU CKSLEOFOD

i hope you like this one as well 🙈🙇🏻

normally it’d wait until tomorrow to post, and once again i’m so so sorry this too so long to make 😔

cw : you scare sky, you call heimerdinger a furry

to put it simply, you were bored.

not having a phone and being ina lab with two workaholics was exhausting

every time time you would try to ask ‘what the fuck you were here’ they’d just say some bullshit about scientific discovery

GROSS

on the plus side- no school- no work- no nothing.

so while those were great, you also had to think about the downsides…

you missed your family and friends, days turning into weeks as you were cooped up in the lab. occasionally going out with one of the 3 when they knew no one was going to be there

yeah you could learn their language more, but what more was there to learn?

they never had time to really teach you about thing involving the new world you resided in. and mel was always too busy with more language lessons so she could ‘teach you about everything in her native tongue, so you could become more fluent.

it felt like you were rapunzal- locked away in a tower lab and kept out of the dark of things

so what’s the next best thing to do when your A. bored. and B. mad

rebel.

but you really couldn’t do that cause you don’t know if these people will kill you with their high tech gear or not

so you did the next best thing. fuck with ‘sky’

you’ve heard her around the lab a few times. all too aware of how her voice would unconsciously higher it’s pitch around viktor.

or how she was just so eager to learn

Y A W N

over all- you knew a bit about her

ironically, she doesn’t even know you’re here- or exist

but all she knows that there’s a fucking ghost in the lab

which, being honest- wasn first wasn’t your fault. jayce and viktor also hiding you under a desk or shoving you into a dark corner when someone not mel came in.

so you’d usually have to drop whatever you were doing and just hide

you felt like a side chick for crying out loud

and yes, you were mad, which would ensue your fidgeting which caused some kind of rackus the both tried to play off as an animal or the other.

so you decided, with an evil- grinch smirk- to see how far they’re going to go to keep your existence a secret.

how? well- she’d sometime hear moaning and rustling when she and viktor were working on hextech.

viktor ignoring her concerns with a wave of a hand as he worried her it was nothing

and totally not you rolling around on the provided bed, groaning at how you were gonna just die of boredom

or maybe it was her disappearing notes when she turn her back for just a second- swearing it was right there.

which of course put viktor in a bad spot as he stared at you, hopping away with her papers to go read them.

‘how the hell do they do that?’ is usually running through his head

and yes, the scoldings are getting longer and sterner-

but. but. this is the most fun since you snuck out of this snooze-fest.

and poor, poor sky thinks she’s going insane when she hears tapping, banging, clanking- whatever noises there are, when she’s alone in the lab.

she’d note the shadows dancing as the lights flicker and the wind rustling.

the power went out. glancing around nervously with the glow of the hexcore she walked over to the closet.

“viktor? jayce? are you guys there? the power’s gone out…”

she was reaching blindly for candles, hopping that once she has one she’ll be able to find the generator and start up the lab again- not knowing whether the whole academy was out.

she’d convince herself it was just a bad night with the obvious downpour. that she’s a scientist and shouldn’t believe in such trivial things

but the sudden grip of your hands, the fanning breath on her neck as her hair stood with attention.

“boo”

cackling to the floor as the poor girl ran for her life, screaming bloody murder out the lab and down the hall

you couldn’t help it, turning on the lights with a flick of the switch as you crumbled to the floor, your chest hurting with each other and every laugh that wheezed out of you.

you couldn’t wait for next time <3

until heimerdinger came in 🧍🏻

😟

naur cause he was standing there while you were laughing your ass off-

LIKE HE WAS ALREADY ON HIS WAY TO THE LAB AND WHEJ SKY CAME UP TO, PANICKING ABOUT HOW THERE WAS GHOST AND THAT SHES SORRY???

he had to investigate 😟

“excuse me- excuse me! but what are you doing here? how did you get in here?”

you froze from your upside down turtle position, quickly sitting up as you immediately stopped laughing.

“oh uh…well” you thought up a thought, and thought it up quick 😼

“i would like to know the same thing. so the men we should see is jayce and viktor!”

“oh dear not those two again”

‘again? just what else have they done for that response?’

so when the tiny ol’ thing offered for you to come with him to his office you just couldn’t resist!

“i’m sorry about thais two, they’re always causing trouble for us here at the academy-“

“yeah that’s great and all, are you a furry?”

“excuse me?”

- do you love me too, excuse me? -

so i would to imagine the looks ok viktor, jayce, and mel’s face when they came back from a meeting to see that there was no sign of you.

“there you are viktor! oh dear it was awful!”

“sky? slow down, and tell me what happened, are you okay?”

“no- no! there was a ghost and the light it-”

mel and jayce shared a look as mel interrupted her.

“it was just a power surge…” she didn’t know her name…

“and a draft could have just entered the room”

the poor assistant looked to her, “but my papers? and the grip on my shoulders-

and, and then i ran into heimerdinger and - i must’ve looked like such a fool oh no” she sighed, rubbing her temple as viktor froze.

shifting his weight carefully, he pressed on “heimerdinger? but he was supposed to be at the council meeting..”

“he wasn’t there? do you think…” sky asked.

“no. no. no. there’s no ghost sky, only a prankster” jayce reassured her, moving behind her to rub her shoulder as he motioned his head towards the door.

“but we should probably go to heimerdinger’s office while you get some rest okay? you don’t have to come in tomorrow”

“but viktor i”

“it’s fine sky. we have to go now”

if i had to describe the inner monologue of the three of them, i’d get banned. so i wont :)

but if you were expecting the 3 of them to run down the hall you would be sadly mistaken.

cause we all know that they’re all extremely important people, and as much as mel’s in a hurry- appearances are everything.

so they sped walk while saying hi to people. talking to eahcother in hushed voices

so you’d imagine their surprise when they stopped short at the door, jayce knocking rapidly at the sound of muffled voices.

“sir, i hope you won’t mind us coming in” viktor voices as the door started to open.

they couldn’t help but imagine the worst. every scenario running in their head making them shrink.

mel standing tall, with her eyes trained to the door

jayce fixing his collar

and viktor clearing his throat.

this want going to end well

so imagine their surprise when the image of you and heimerdinger, drinking tea while laughing was what they were greeted with.

“ah! jayce, viktor- oh and mel too! come in come in, we were just talking over tea!”

🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻

why tf was heimerdinger’s… pet? pet. on your lap. IT FUCKING HATED JAYCE SO WHY IS IT COZYING UP TO YOU-

besides the point.

heimerdinger found you fascinating.

“jayce,viktor you never told me you two were taking an exchange student”

“…what?”

“that is what y/n is, correct?””…yes- yes! that’s what they are!”

the two gave you look a look, to which you just blissfully stroked his poro.

“yes! they were just telling me how they live in a small city in freljord called…” he looked to you

“ snezhnaya” you sipped your tea

“yes snezhnaya! i’ve never of such a place before! tell me jayce, did you know they had a holiday called christmas?”

“no sir, we did not”

“well then you should listen well to them as this could be a learning experience for you both.”

“yes sir”

with the request of the yodel pet thing, you left the room with mel, motioning to a zipper on your lips as you tossed something out.

yes you got a scolding from mel but c’mon. who wouldn’t enjoy it 🤭

and the two had a ‘talk’ with heimerdinger.

but for now, all they knew was that their secret was safe and that they couldn’t keep you, their ‘experiment’ to themselves anymore as you would now be given free reign over plitover and the academy - curtesy of heimerdinger

yippie! 😐

#takalzuoom #kai…🌊#anime x reader #viktor x y/n #mel x reader #mel arcane #viktor arcane #jayce #jayce x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #jayce arcane x reader #mel arcane x reader #viktor x reader modern au #viktor x reader

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makeste · 3 years

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“but I thought about how I needed to say this”

a.k.a. yet another meta dissection of The Apology. I actually wrote most of this up on Friday night based on the original Japanese (@pikahlua has an excellent translation up here, and I also used @hanashimas’ translations as a reference as well), but I wanted to wait until the official release, though that turned out to be a mixed bag to say the least lol.

I would also recommend reading @pikahlua and @class1akids’ breakdowns of this scene (here and here, respectively), because they are excellent, and because if any scene deserves to have as many meta breakdowns written about it as possible, it’s this one.

anyway so here goes.

Caleb did a more accurate job with this than the fanscan, even if he did try his best to take us out of the seriousness of the moment by throwing in that swiss cheese line lol. anyway so there are two things I want to talk about here. the first is the line about Izuku not remembering, which I thought was a nice touch. of course he doesn’t remember what Kacchan said back then. he wasn’t exactly in the soundest emotional state after seeing one of the people he cares about most taking a near-fatal blow that was meant for him. I’d be shocked if he remembers anything about the aftermath (including the way he flew into a mindless rage afterwards) right up until the point when he entered the OFA Interstellar Party Void with Tomura. anyway, so I thought that was a nice callback.

and speaking of emotional states, the other thing I wanted to talk about is the part that Caleb got right which the fan scanlation didn’t. “but I had more to say.” in other words, “stop trying to win on your own” wasn’t just a one-liner; it was meant to be the beginning of a much longer speech. “there were other things that I needed to say.”

like, can we just stop and talk about that for a second. because basically what this means is that in that instant, when Kacchan pushed Deku out of the way and got impaled, his one and only thought was that he needed to apologize to Deku. his life was presumably flashing before his eyes, he had no idea if he was going to survive or not, and the only thing on his mind was how urgently he needed to make things right with his former childhood friend.

moving on!

so I have a confession to make, which is that I am relieved to see Katsuki describing this as the reason why he bullied Deku, as opposed to Horikoshi trying to retcon it into some sort of “secretly he was just trying to protect him and keep him out of harm’s way because he was worried” thing, which ngl would not have gelled very well with me. the thing is that I’m really not a fan of the whole “Kacchan Did Nothing Wrong” mentality that some fans seem to have. like, I have seen all sorts of convoluted attempts to find excuses for Katsuki’s shitty behavior, but in my view those attempts undermine what I love about his character in the first place. Katsuki is such a great character specifically because he is not perfect. his redemption arc is so compelling because he was such a giant asshole at the start. he was completely at fault, and he acknowledges this, and takes full responsibility for it. and that is fucking fantastic.

his arc is so great because it doesn’t rely on garnering sympathy by giving him a Tragic Past, or by trying to foist the blame for his behavior over on someone else. it’s an arc that acknowledges that redemption isn’t something you achieve by making people feel sorry for you; it’s something you have to earn by actively working to change and do better. and by forgoing the “misunderstood/tragic past” route, Horikoshi is making a statement that anyone can go down the wrong path, but that more importantly, anyone can also choose at any time to turn away from said path. there is only one requirement for doing so, and that is realizing that you’ve done wrong, and deciding that you want to change.

anyway, so in chapter 284 Kacchan of course had that whole speech about Deku not taking himself into account, and mentioned how that made him want to keep his distance. and a good chunk of fandom took this to mean that Katsuki’s bullying was actually a misguided response to Deku’s reckless tendencies -- sort of an “if I show him how weak and powerless he really is, I can get him to accept the reality that he’s quirkless, and that being a hero will just get him hurt or killed” type of thing. and I won’t lie, for a good while I was wondering myself if Horikoshi was really going to go down that route. and like I said, I am honestly relieved that he didn’t. not only for the reasons stated in the previous paragraph, but also because the message that would have sent -- that there are certain circumstances in which bullying can almost be excused because the bully had Good Intentions and was just trying to save the other person from themselves, and so it Wasn’t That Bad, Actually -- is all kinds of fucked up to say the least. so yeah, I’m glad we ended up steering well clear of that.

(ETA: this post was long enough already so I edited out the 3 additional paragraphs I originally wrote analyzing the dialogue from 284. but just to be clear, I’m not trying to imply that Kacchan worrying about Deku’s recklessness is a retconned thing that Horikoshi only threw into the story recently, because there are multiple instances throughout the story where he clearly is worried and in total denial of it. but I firmly believe those feelings are not what led to the bullying. they’re two separate things. Kacchan worrying about Deku is what prompts him to yell at him in chapter 1 when Deku comes to save him. but it’s not what incited him to burn his notebook and taunt him earlier in that same chapter. that action had a much meaner and more selfish motivation behind it, and I’m glad Horikoshi didn’t try to change it up last minute, because it wouldn’t have felt right.)

thankfully as of this chapter I think we can safely cross that out as a possibility, as we’re given the true explanation straight from Katsuki himself. and the truth is that he bullied Deku out of insecurity and jealousy and fear and intolerance. there was nothing noble about it. there were no good intentions concealed in his actions. there are no justifications given, no excuses offered, and no mitigating circumstances to be considered, other than the fact (which neither he nor Horikoshi bring up) that he was and is still a child, and that children make mistakes.

it’s an explanation that challenges many of fandom’s ideas on who is and isn’t eligible to be redeemed. there is no Ozai in Katsuki’s backstory. there’s no great tragedy that he spent a lifetime trying to rise above. the only villain in Katsuki’s story is Katsuki himself. the only darkness that he has to overcome is his own. and it’s challenging, because I think many people believe the only way someone can be redeemed for doing bad things is if bad things happen to them in return. but what Horikoshi is saying here is that that’s not the case. bad doesn’t erase bad. and the one and only way to truly earn redemption is by doing good.

and that’s what makes this such a phenomenal scene for me. by not shying away from Katsuki’s flaws and failings, and having him take full responsibility for them, Horikoshi keeps the apology from being self-serving, and underscores the true depth of Katsuki’s character development. the level of self-awareness he has here is something most people can only dream of. which is very fitting, as that’s perhaps the most important takeaway from his character arc -- that it’s only by acknowledging your own weaknesses and flaws that you can learn to overcome them and reach your full potential.

one last thing to point out here, which is that in the panel where Katsuki finally acknowledges his terrible treatment of Deku, Deku is not even visible. instead, Horikoshi drew the panel from a perspective that makes it appear that Katsuki is addressing this particular line not just to Deku, but to all of his classmates.

again, he shows him taking full responsibility and admitting his wrongdoings in front of the people whose opinions and approval he cares about most. and just to clarify in case there’s any confusion from Caleb’s translation, Kacchan’s wording makes it very clear that he wasn’t just “mean” to Deku, but that he full-on bullied him (he uses the same verb -- “ijimeru” (苛める) -- that he did back in chapter 284). there’s no attempt to downplay his actions here.

moving on now, this chapter also reaffirmed another thing about Deku and Kacchan’s relationship which I was glad to see revisited -- Kacchan’s unwavering belief in Deku’s ability. this is one of those paradoxical things about their relationship which I’ve always been fascinated by, but which is also kind of hard to explain, because I don’t want it to come off like I’m trying to put a positive spin on something which was unequivocally awful. like, please don’t think I’m trying to say that Katsuki’s bullying of Deku was in any way a good thing. but that being said, there’s also a strange irony at play here, which is that Katsuki’s jealousy and insecurity also betray the fact that even at his very worst, he never once underestimated Deku. he has always believed in Deku’s strength, even when that strength pissed him off and made him afraid and uneasy.

no one else -- not All Might, or even Deku’s own mom -- believed from the get-go that Deku could become a hero. but Katsuki never once counted him out, even when he was calling him a pebble in his shoe. he confesses here that even though he “tried to act superior by rejecting [Deku]”, in truth he was never able to shake the feeling that Deku was above him. long before he ever understood the concept of “win to save”, he knew instinctively that there was a strength in Deku’s heart that couldn’t be measured, and which had the potential to surpass even his own strength. and I’ve always felt that this was so important, because it’s the one aspect of their early relationship that hinted that on some level, however subconscious, Katsuki held the same type of faith in Deku that Deku always held in him. it was one of the few things that hinted at there being a possible path towards reconciliation one day. and it paved the way for the most important shift in their relationship to date, when Katsuki finally realized who Deku got his quirk from, and responded not with resentment or spite, but with acceptance.

moving on, I also really love the way we see them portrayed at the different stages of their childhood throughout this speech, and how it perfectly lines up with the dialogue. from small children (when Katsuki talks about his insecurities first manifesting), to middle schoolers (when he talks about the bullying), to high schoolers (when he talks about the past year and everything he’s learned at U.A.). Horikoshi really didn’t have to go that hard, but he did, and that’s why we love him.

and then we finally get to That Part.

where do I even start with this there are so many things omg.

the bow. this is the one and only time Katsuki has ever bowed to anyone of his own volition as far as I recall. and this absolutely is a bow, just to be clear, even though his form is straight-up garbage (very Kacchan-esque, with his feet and arms spaced apart because he’s still a punk after all). this is Kacchan showing more humility and respect than he’s ever shown to anyone else in his entire life.

regarding “Izuku”, I actually have mixed feelings about this to tell the truth. I think it was a good call here because it was incredibly effective in setting the tone and showing just how serious Kacchan is. however if he continues to use “Izuku” rather than “Deku” from here on out, that would give the impression in hindsight that all his past usage of “Deku” really was meant as an insult, which would undermine some of my favorite scenes. I would really like to believe that since DvK2 or thereabouts, Kacchan has (mostly) been using “Deku (affectionate)” rather than “Deku (useless loser)”, lol. but if he switches to the “nicer” name on a permanent basis following his apology, it implies that the previous nickname was indeed being used cruelly. and so honestly I hope this was just a one-time thing, because I do think that in Katsuki’s mind, the name “Deku” hasn’t been meant as a slight to him for a long time now.

“my truth/this is what I truly feel” -- the word Katsuki uses in Japanese is honne (本音), and if you’re familiar with the concept of honne/tatemae, that’s the same “honne” he’s talking about here. it means that he’s casting aside all of his walls and facades and expressing what he truly feels. and of course, one of the fascinating things about Katsuki’s character is that he’s the exact opposite of most people in that he chooses to put his meanness on full display to the public, and ironically it’s the kindest parts of himself which he tends to keep the most carefully guarded and hidden away. this also means that while his rage and anger are very often insincere and put on just for show, those relatively few occasions where he lets his humanity truly shine through are pretty much 100% genuine, as is the case with this one here.

and Deku’s face says it all when it comes to how powerful those moments can be as a result.

and this, right here, is why it wasn’t enough for Katsuki to atone solely through his actions, and why he needed to actually say the words as well. it’s not that the words are more important; obviously the actions are far and away the most important part, and carry far more meaning. but the reason why Katsuki needed to say the words as well is simply because Izuku needed to hear them. needed to, and deserved to, because this is one of the most important people in the world to him.

and so he deserves to know that the relationship isn’t just one-sided, and that he is just as important to Kacchan as Kacchan is to him. he deserves to know that Kacchan understands how horribly he treated him, and that he’s sorry for it. and he deserves to know that Kacchan, without any expectation of it changing their relationship -- meaning that he will continue to feel this way regardless of what Izuku says or does from here on out -- cares about him. now more than ever, with AFO out there doing everything in his power to make Izuku feel as alone as possible, this is something that he really, really needed to hear.

so this part has some interesting wordplay which neither Caleb’s translation nor the fan scanlation was really able to get across. basically, in the Japanese version, when Katsuki talks about “those ideals”, Horikoshi uses the kanji for “ideal”, but pronounces it as “All Might.” obviously the meaning of this isn’t too hard to decipher, as we all know how much both boys admire All Might. to them, he absolutely is synonymous with the Ideal. so this is a way of showing that respect they both have towards him, even as Katsuki goes on to point out the one fatal flaw that All Might was never able to overcome.

and speaking of interesting wording, as others have noted, at this point in his speech Katsuki switches from “temee” (which he was using earlier during the “your strengths and my weaknesses” part) to “omae” (“omae” being a less insulting word for “you”, though still very manly and tough-sounding), which is definitely a big deal. though fwiw this is not the first time he’s used “omae” for Deku (he switches to it briefly right after DvK2, when he tells Deku “you had the strongest guy lay the groundwork for you -- don’t lose”, and then later when they’re walking back to the dorms and he says he’ll learn and get stronger by watching everyone around him just like Deku did). it’s definitely a good choice on Horikoshi’s part though, as it makes this last part of the speech sound more earnest and sincere.

just a quick note, he does indeed use a plural pronoun here, as in “the obstacles that you can’t overcome, we will overcome.” but as @pikahlua pointed out, the “we” here is ambiguous -- it could either mean “we” as in class 1-A -- “we will overcome them for you” -- OR it could mean “we” as in all of them -- class 1-A and Deku. “we will overcome them together.” idk about you, but I know which one gets my vote.

anyway, and so this is the line that finally wins Deku over and allows him to let go of his fears, however briefly. what I love about this is Kacchan’s utter conviction. one thing that Caleb’s translation doesn’t quite get across is Kacchan’s use of the word morenaku -- “without exception” -- when he talks about how they’re going to save everyone and win. it echoes that same sentiment he showed back during the Joint Training arc -- that it’s not a perfect victory unless they save everyone. every last person. and he explicitly lists Deku among their number, just so there can be no doubt.

and Deku’s response to this (or at least his thoughts, since he’s not really able to get many words out) pretty much brings everything full circle here.

he acknowledges that everyone else has gotten ahead of him. which is especially meaningful given who he’s standing directly across from. because for most of the series, as we all well know, it’s been Kacchan who was woefully lagging behind Deku in the character growth department. but now Deku himself is acknowledging that not only has Kacchan finally caught up at last, but that he and the others have surpassed him. which is only temporary, I should add, as I have zero doubt that Deku will catch up again soon. but the fact remains that just as Deku’s rapid increase in strength and skill left Kacchan scrambling to keep up earlier in the series, Kacchan’s extraordinary character development has now left Deku in that same position. as All Might once put it, “when he’s starting at level one, and you’re already at level 50, it’s only natural that you’ll be growing at different rates.”

and what’s so wonderful about this though is that the two of them are finally approaching that point where they’ve both caught up to each other and are finally starting to level out. Deku is a full-on badass, and Kacchan is out here talk-no-jutsuing with the best of them. the two of them have been chasing and chasing after each other this entire time, and now they’re finally just about ready to meet in the middle at long last, with each of them fully embodying both of those two crucial aspects -- win, and save.

just about. because Deku still needs some help catching up. but seeing as help has already been offered -- and accepted -- I can’t imagine it will be very long now, and I can’t wait to see him finally overcoming those fears and doubts with his friends by his side. it’s going to be such a powerful moment.

and last but not least,

or, as I prefer,

you had one job, Caleb. flkjsdlk.

but at least this provides a good opportunity to note that unlike the “we’ll help you handle it” line earlier in the speech, here the phrasing is left up to interpretation, as he doesn’t use a pronoun. so it could be “we know”, or, as the fan scanlation put it, “I know.” or it could be both. regardless, it’s good stuff.

anyway, and so Deku passes out, and in the process Horikoshi gives us one last parting metaphor, just in case anyone still thinks Kacchan is all talk because they haven’t been paying attention for the past 322 chapters (more likely than you think). once again, Katsuki’s actions speak louder than his words (even his nice words) ever could: he is literally there to catch Deku when he falls.

so that’s it! my sincere thanks to anyone who actually read through all of my endless ramblings about this scene which I have been waiting for since day one. props to Horikoshi for taking on an impossibly difficult task, and pulling it off with all of the emotion and care and nuance that I’ve come to expect from his writing. imo he delivered on every single level with the exception of the aftermath, which I don’t consider to have actually happened yet. Deku’s part of this is definitely a “to be continued.” but yeah, as far as Kacchan’s part goes, 10/10. so fucking proud of this kid.

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