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Uno pt. 1

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You're teaching Bucky how to play Uno, but it takes a different turn than expected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Bucky being sweet and caring, make out session

Word count: tba

Authors note: Hello my loves! The idea for this came when I looked at my brand new The Mandalorian Uno, as I was watching Falcon and The Winter Soldier for the second time in two days (whupsi).

I'm definitely going to make a part two, we can't let naked action with Bucky slide, can we?

Enjoy!

It had been a while since you and Bucky started having game nights, playing cards and board games, whilst casually chatting.

Since working with Sam, Bucky was more relaxed, spending more time with you, after he started to work on himself.

You couldn't deny that your weekly game night was the highlight of your week, his presence enough to soothe everything that occurred over the days in between.

Of course, your ever growing feelings for him had a say in the matter, too.

"Let's play Uno!" you suggested, holding up the red box in your hand for him to see, when you returned from the drawer that held all the games you owned.

He cocked a brow, the bottle in his hand stopping mid-air, before he sat it back down.

"What's Uno?" he wanted to know, brows furrowing. "It's a card game." you replied, sitting back down in the chair to his right, placing the box on the table in front of you. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how to play."

"Never heard of it." he mumbled, fingers tracing over the letters on the front of the box. "Well, it's old, but not as old as you." you told him, smirking.

He scoffed at your words, playfully rolling his eyes. "I'm 106." he retorted, leaning forward with his arms crossed on the table. "And the game is 55." you retorted, cocking a brow at him with a grin on your lips.

"So you're almost twice as old."

He leaned back in the chair again, shaking his head in amusement, as he sipped his beer.

"Don't worry, you don't look like 106, though." you assured him with a wink, the alcohol loosening your tongue and nerves a bit.

He definitely didn't look like 106, more like so smoking hot you're gonna burn yourself.

He chuckled, wiggling his brows once, heart fluttering in your chest.

Taking the cards out of the box you pushed it aside, gathering the cards in your hands to shuffle them.

They were slightly curved and wrinkled from all the previous games played with them.

"First, you shuffle." you told him, starting to shuffle the cards. He huffed, eyes closely watching you, though.

"Never would have guessed."

Rolling your eyes, you tried to concentrate only on the shuffling, some of the cards spilling, though. His intense gaze made your hands tremble, nerves spilling over.

"Let me." he spoke up, carefully taking the cards from your hands, gathering the spilled ones. Shivers ran down your spine at his touch.

"My hand still hurts, I guess that's why I can't shuffle them as good, you know." you tried to cover it up, hinting at the accident you had when you tried to clean your windows this morning, falling from the small ladder, your hand partly taking the brunt.

It didn't hurt anymore, still you used it as a cover, as it came in handy in that moment.

He simply hummed, starting to shuffle the cards. He didn't want to think about what might have happened, if the ladder had been higher.

It took him a second to get back into it, but when he did, you couldn't help but stare. His hands expertly shuffled the cards, moving so swiftly, you thought he was playing some trick on you.

Though his fingers did a whole another trick on you, goosebumps covering your bare arms.

Swallowing, you tried not to think about what his hands could possibly do, too much.

Clearing your throat, you tore your gaze away.

"Everyone gets seven cards, dealt face down." you continued to explain, waiting for him to deal the cards. "The rest of the cards is placed in a draw pile face down."

He nodded, placing the pile in the middle of the table.

"Then you take the card on top, turn it around and place it beside the pile. This way you know which card to play."

He did what he was told, frowning at the sign on the card.

"Oh." you made, huffing. "Well, this card means that the next player has to skip their turn. Which means that, seeing as I'd be the one to start, I have to skip and you begin."

You gathered the cards he had dealt in your hands, trying not to show any signs of what cards you had on your face.

"I recommend to sort them, so you'll find matching ones more easily." you told him, doing exactly that. "You have four colors: red, blue, yellow and green. They all go from one to nine. When, for example, a yellow eight is on top of the discard pile, you can either play a yellow card with any number, or an eight of any color."

He hummed, sorting his cards as well, frowning at ones he couldn't place yet, showing you that he had at least one action card.

"There are action cards, too." you continued, arms resting on the table, as you looked at him again. "There's the skip card, a reverse card with two arrows, indicating that you switch from clockwise to counterclockwise or vice versa, a draw two card in any color, which means you have to draw two cards if you can't stack it with one of your own draw two card, a wild card that can be placed on any other number card, and let's you pick a color, and the wild draw four, which is the same, but the person following has to draw four in addition."

He sighed, overwhelmed.

You sent him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it, old man."

He sent you a pointed look, causing your smile to grow wider. He soon cracked a small smile of his own, though, not able to resist you, with a shake of his head.

Motioning for him to begin, you took a sip of your beer.

He thought for a moment, before he placed a blue one on top of the blue skip card. Humming, you placed a blue seven.

He frowned, sifting through his cards, coming up empty. "I guess I'll have to draw one when I can't play?" he spoke, eyes meeting yours in question.

You nodded, watching as he drew a card.

"Can't." he said, lips pursed. "Then it's my turn again." you returned, playing a red seven. "If you draw one but still can't play, your turn's over. There's a rule that says to draw until you can, but no one really uses that rule."

He nodded, scratching his chin, before playing a red draw two card.

Huffing, you shook your head, drawing two cards. He smirked your way, his dimples deepening.

"Your turn." you told him, after sorting your cards. "Don't you play after drawing the cards?" he asked, confused. Shaking your head, you denied with a smile. "No, the original rules say you don't. Even though most of the time we bend the rules a bit."

He chuckled, placing a red eight.

The game went on for a bit, him having to draw four, taking revenge with a duel of draw two cards, you ending up with six new cards on your hands.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that you have to say Uno! before you play your second to last card." you told him, just as he was about to play said card.

He frowned, but did as he was told, saying Uno!, before he played it.

You didn't have anything to let him draw cards, so when you played a green nine, he topped it with a red one.

Eyes wide, he cheered, grinning at you like a little boy who just received the greatest gift for Christmas.

Chuckling, you collected the cards, sorting them for him to shuffle again.

The game went on for a few rounds, him winning and losing, eager for more.

"I have a suggestion." you spoke up, watching as he shuffled the cards for the fifth time. He hummed, waiting for you to continue. "What about a drinking game?"

He cocked a brow, dealing the cards. "How does it work?"

Clearing your throat, you held up a finger, before getting up to gather two more beers.

When you returned, he had his cards already sorted, patiently waiting for you.

"So, when you are skipped, you have to drink one. When you have to draw cards, you drink the amount of cards you have to draw." you explained, handing him one of the bottles. "Means, if I have to draw four, I drink four as well."

He nodded, opening his bottle and handing it back to you, exchanging it for your unopened one, before he opened it as well.

The thoughtfulness of his actions had you smile to yourself, chest warming.

He was always somehow looking out for you, no matter how small the gesture.

It was one of the aspects that had you falling for him so hard.

You started the round, drinking and laughing.

When he played a draw two card mid-game, you topped it with one of your own, not expecting him to have another one on hand - and especially not to have a third, when you countered it, too.

Mouth agape, you stared at the pile in disbelieve, before your eyes went to his. He sent you a wink, smirking as he slightly leaned forward.

"Drink up, doll."

Swallowing, you did as you were told, drinking ten. Sighing, you drew ten cards afterwards, shaking your head in amusement.

His blue eyes were sparkling, sending shivers down your spine.

As the game continued on, he specified that the loser had to empty his bottle, no matter how much was left inside.

He was the first to do so.

An hour later you were into your sixth bottle, feeling good. The air was getting hotter, though it could have just been Bucky's presence.

Shouting in triumph, you played your last card, winning the current round. He shook his head with a grin, placing down his cards.

Only then did you notice how close he'd gotten during the rounds, legs brushing under the table.

"Drink!" you demanded breathlessly, grinning up at him. His eyes twinkled mischievously, head slightly tilted.

"What if I do this instead?" he asked, voice lowered to almost a whisper, as he leaned closer, breath fanning over your face. Your heart pounded violently in your chest, hands trembling, as your eyes flitted to his lips, when everything suddenly seemed to happen in slow-motion.

His nose brushed yours, as your eyes fluttered closed, before his lips met yours.

They were so soft, not rough.

Soft and sweet.

Your chair scraped over the floor, as he pulled it more towards him, so the table wasn't in the way anymore, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging him closer.

His hands found your waist, pulling, until you were seated on his lap.

His tongue brushed over your lower lip and you let it in, sighing softly at the sensation. His flesh hand brushed over your back, slipping under your shirt.

Sparks elicited on your skin, wherever his fingers reached.

When you parted, you panted for air, eyes locked with his blue ones. His metal fingers came up to your face, brushing away a few strands of hair, before it cupped your cheek.

Swallowing, you moved on his lap the slightest bit, and he groaned, eyes fluttering closed for a second. His erection was straining his jeans, right between your legs.

Smirking, you did it again, only for his flesh hand to find your waist, stopping you.

"If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." he warned, breathing shakily, as his eyes met yours again.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" you whispered back.

Something rumbled deep in his chest, as his hand tightened its grip, moving you over his erection again.

You whimpered, mouth agape. His pupils were blown wide, eyes shining with lust and desire.

But there was something else, too: deep affection.

"Then I won't." he promised, lips attaching back to yours in a searing kiss. Licking into your mouth, his tongue fought with yours, his flesh hand descending, until it gripped your ass, pulling you flush against him.

You moaned into the kiss, not able to contain it, and he smirked against your lips.

"We should play Uno more often."

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flowerxbunnie · 6 months

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hiyaaaa :)))

request : y/n and matt are friends, they both have craaaazzyyy sexual tension that they’ve been denying. one night after finally coming to terms w it, they play strip poker to see who caves first. (idc who caves first, bc ik id be folding like origami!!) then they get reallll nasty and YOU MUST include what we talked ab 😈😈 i’m begging on my knees, i need that witchcraft

Strip For Me

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Friends to lovers, strip poker, spit, etc etc etc

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

super long! like 5000 words oops

Matt’s POV

“UNO!” Chris yells, making all of us jump in our chairs. “MATT DIDN’T CALL IT!”

I huff as I throw my card onto the table, losing yet another game of Uno against Y/n, Nick, and Chris.

“Poor Matty, you literally always forget to call it. It’s too easy.” Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.

Game night never fails to piss me off. Chris is too competitive, I swear Nick cheats and changes rules without telling anyone, and Y/n thinks it’s so funny when I lose.

“You better watch it,” I tease, glaring at her from across the table.

“Oh yeah, or what?” she bites back while narrowing her eyes.

Nick and Chris exchange looks and then look between the two of us. I stand up and make my way around to her chair, pulling it out from under the table.

“What are you doing??” she drops her cards and pulls her legs to her chest, interlocking her fingers around them so she’s curled into a ball.

I slip an arm around her thighs and the other around her back and pick her up. Her grip breaks and she’s fighting and thrashing while calling me every name under the sun. I can’t contain my laughter as I carry her to the couch, throwing her down onto a pile of pillows and blankets.

“MATTHEW NO!” she kicks and screams, already knowing what’s coming.

“You asked for it,” I chuckle out and start tickling her stomach.

Her gorgeous giggle echoes through the room and soon enough all four of us are gasping for air in a fit of laughter.

“Matt PLEASE…. ple- MATT!!” she can barely get her words out, her eyes watering and her arms clutched over her stomach.

“You think that’s gonna stop me?” I grab her hands and sit in a straddle position over her legs, pinning her arms above her head with one of my hands.

“Nick, get your fucking brother!” she yells as she tries to wiggle out from under my grasp.

“I have no involvement in this,” Nick says throwing his hands up and laughing.

“Don’t even ask me, I’m not getting caught in a tickle fight,” Chris says before gathering all the cards and shuffling them.

I do my best evil smile down at her before bringing my free hand to hover just between her armpit and ribcage, her most ticklish spot, and wiggling my fingers right above her skin.

“Should I do itttt?” I say in a singsong voice, inching my hand closer and closer.

“Pleaseeee don’t! Matt I’m begging!” She whines, her eyes flicking up to look at me through her lashes.

She gives up her squirming and fighting and just bats her eyes at me. It feels like time stopped. I’m sitting on top of my best friend, arms pinned above her head with those eyes that scream “please fuck me.”

Maybe the feelings aren’t as mutual as I think, but if I was given the opportunity I would jump on her so fucking fast. There’s a tension when we’re around each other that I can almost feel.

“Matt! Get off of me dickhead!” She slaps my arm and snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.

“Next time keep your little remarks to yourself, I win more than you do anyway.” I laugh as I stand up and walk back to my spot at the table.

“That’s just objectively wrong.” She says as she pulls herself up and follows behind me before pulling her chair back up to the table.

“Gotta agree with Y/n. Matt’s just a sore loser.” Nick says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. “I’m tired as fuck, I’m going to sleep. Please don’t break anything down here.” He begs as he walks off to his room.

“I’ll play a couple more and then I’m gonna hit the hay too,” Chris yawns as he deals out the next round of cards.

I grab my stack and look up to see Y/n’s gaze already locked onto mine wearing a look I can’t quite read. Just as quickly as our eyes lock she looks back down like nothing happened.

Y/n’s POV

“Goodniiiight!” I yell out to Chris as he walks off to his room.

He throws his hand up in a wave without turning back and I wait until I hear his door shut. I turn back to look at Matt in his spot across the table, his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong, someone doesn’t know how to take a loss?” I ask in a mockingly sweet voice.

“It’s not even fucking fair, you guys cheat and then act like I’m sooo bad at the game.” He drops his hands and looks up at me.

He’s so fucking hot when he’s all worked up and angry, and it’s so easy to push his buttons. I still can’t seem to shake the weird feeling I got after he threw me on the couch earlier. He literally picked me up like I weighed nothing. And looking up at him while his chain dangled over my face made my stomach twist into knots. I’ve always thought Matt was attractive, it’s hard not to. I swear I even catch him looking at me sometimes. But he’s my best friend and I can’t jeopardize that, who knows if he even feels the same? For all I know he could think of me like a sister and I’m just overthinking everything.

But for some reason I decide to keep pushing him tonight.

“Maybe you’re just not good? It’s okay to admit it.” I shrug and start putting all the cards back into the box.

His hands hit the table and when I look up at him his face is filled with annoyance.

“I can literally beat you at any other game.”

“I doubt it Matty. It’s okay though!” I smile and try to hold in my laughter.

He stays silent for a good 30 seconds while I take the box of cards back to the bookshelf. When I come back to the table to grab my phone he stands up and leans onto the table, the muscles in his arms flexing underneath the light above us.

“What about poker? You know how to play?” He asks, his voice low and raspy.

“Do you know who you’re talking to? Of course I know how to play,” I answer, sitting back in my seat instead of retreating upstairs like I had planned. “It wouldn’t even be fair to you honestly.”

He scoffs, turning around to go to the bookshelf. He moves a few items around before grabbing a deck of playing cards and walks back to the table. He tosses the box down and it slides across the table before it stops in front of me.

“I think I’m pretty good too,” he starts, sitting in his chair and leaning back, “I mean I can think of a few things that would make it worth playing..”

My heart jumps in my chest because I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Have you ever played strip poker?”

I try to keep my cool but I can feel my cheeks burning at the thought of undressing in front of Matt.

“No.. not yet anyway,” I try to answer back as nonchalant as possible, like he has no effect on me.

“So you’re in? You can say no if you want.” His voice softens a bit, but the look in his eyes remains just as dark as before.

“Are you dealing the cards or am I?” I huff as I grab the box and rip it open.

A smirk spreads across his face as he nods his head in my direction. I shuffle the cards and try to keep my hands as steady as possible but they’re definitely shaking. I deal us five cards each and sit the deck in the middle of the table between us.

We both pick up our cards and look over them. I already have a pair of 5’s and an ace, so I lay down the other two and draw two from the deck. Matt lays one card down and draws one. I look up from my hand to see Matt smirking, his slender fingers tapping against the edge of his cards.

“3.. 2.. 1..” He speaks slowly.

We both lay our cards down; I have my pair of 5’s and ended up getting a pair of aces. Matt has four 8’s. Fuck.

“Go ahead.” He sits back in his chair and bites the inside of his cheek with a grin.

I stand up and decide to tease just a little bit. I run my hands down my sides and grab at the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up ever so slightly to show the skin of my stomach. His eyes widen and watch my every move.

“Uh, y-you don’t have to start with your shirt,” he says while readjusting in his chair.

“I know. But I want to..” I say in a seductive voice while slowly pulling my shirt up.

I bring it all the way over my head and toss it revealing the tank top I have on underneath before I sit back down giggling.

He relaxes and I hear him let out a breath before grabbing the cards and shuffling them. “I’ll deal this hand.”

After he deals five cards each and we go through the process of throwing some out and redrawing, we lay down the next set. Matt has nothing, which shocks me because he really didn’t seem too stressed. I have a pair of queens.

“Your turnnnn.” I say with a big grin.

He reaches under the table and comes back up with his socks, tossing them somewhere off into the living room.

“Not fair,” I pout, bringing the cards into a pile.

“Socks are clothes, no?” He chuckles and pushes his hair out of his face.

We go through the next few rounds stripping off whatever we could that didn’t feel too risky. Rings, bracelets, watches. We both have nothing left to take off besides the big hitters. I’m dealing the next hand and I say a silent prayer to myself that Matt takes the first big loss.

I have a 5, 6, jack, 8, and 9. I decide I want to risk throwing the jack away to try for a straight. Matt tosses three of his and I try to gauge his reaction. Again, nothing at all but a blank stare. I hope I’m doing just as well with my poker face.

We both lay our cards out. I didn’t end up getting the straight, but I drew a king. Matt doesn’t have anything either so we’re forced to go for who has the highest card.

“I have a queen! Get to it,” he says smugly while interlocking his fingers behind his head and sitting back.

I almost open my mouth to tell him that a king is worth more than a queen, but the anticipation is getting to be too much for me. Watching him as he stares at me from across the table, seeing his long fingers gripping his cards, his smirks, his hair falling over his eyes as he concentrates on his next move. It’s been doing something to me, and I’ve had a heat growing between my thighs for a while now. Why not let him think he won this one and speed things up a bit?

“Damn it!” I say in the most convincing voice of annoyance that I could muster.

I stand up from my seat and watch as his eyes follow along, glazed over and half lidded. I hook my fingers into the elastic band of my sweatpants and slowly pull them to the floor, my light purple lace underwear now on full display. I turn around on purpose and toss my pants over the back of the couch, bouncing on my feet a little to make my ass jiggle. I hear him let out a breath and look over at him as he sits up straighter in his chair.

“Nice panties.” he says in a flat voice, trying to play cool as if I can’t see the half chub in his jeans.

“Thanks.” I reciprocate his energy and sit back down, the cold metal against my legs giving me chills.

We go through the motions again, eyeing each other for any signs of hesitation before laying our next set down. I have a full house, three 4’s and two aces. Matt has a pair of 7’s.

He huffs and scoots his chair back, starting to pull up his shirt.

“Uh uh! Stand up, it’s part of the rules,” I tease.

“You and Nick with your random rule changes.” He shakes his head but stands anyway, lifting his shirt over his head.

His toned stomach flexes as he throws it. I’ve seen him shirtless a million times. I’ve been to the pool with them, spent days at the beach- hell, even just him walking around the house. But with all the tension in the room I can’t help but stare a little harder. I move my eyes down to his happy trail and I have to bite my lip as I feel myself getting wet at the sight of him. He sits back down and shoots a knowing grin my way while shuffling the cards again.

The next round is played out and we’re getting ready to show our sets. I already know I’m fucked because I have absolutely nothing, but I really don’t care about the game at this point. We both lay out our cards and peer across the table.

Matt has a set of four. He keeps his head down and looks up at me through his brows, his bottom lip between his teeth.

I stand up and grab a strap from my tank top, slipping it down my shoulder. I hold eye contact and I swear I can see his pupils dilating and constricting like crazy. I grab the other strap and slip it down my other shoulder, my own fingertips giving me goosebumps with how slow I’m going in order to tease him. I pull them both back up and slide my hands down to the hem, pulling it up my abdomen slowly. His eyes dart up my body and he adjusts himself in his pants. I swear I could become addicted to the way his eyes soak me in.

My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I pull the fabric over my breasts, making sure to hold it tight against me so they bounce as they fall out. I pull it the rest of the way over my head and let it fall to the floor before moving back to my seat.

“Holy shit, I… I thought you were wearing a bra,” he stutters out, “not that I’m complaining because… I just thought the game would.. holy fuck they’re perfe-”

“Hmm, thanks Matthew.” I say cutting him off.

He gulps and nods before wiggling in his seat. He grabs the deck and starts to shuffle them, cards flying out every now and again and his cheeks burning a bright red color. I can’t help but grow even wetter watching the effect I have on him just from taking my top off.

He gets the cards situated and starts dealing them out, his eyes flicking up to my chest every now and again as he tries to keep his focus. I pick up my hand and somehow I have six cards. I look over and he has four. I let out a soft giggle and hold my cards up.

“We’re supposed to have 5 each, Matty.”

“Oh shit. Sorry.”

He adds another card to his hand and I grab one of mine to hand back to him. My fingers brush against his and I swear my entire body pulses.

He suddenly sits his cards down and pushes himself to his feet, his chair making a scratching sound across the floor as it pushes back. He runs his fingers along the table as he makes his way to my side. He stands next to me and I crane my neck up to look at him, his eyes full of hunger.

“How about we call off the game?” He asks in a whisper as his hand reaches up to swipe a thumb across my bottom lip. “I can’t concentrate with you sitting here like this across from me.”

I gasp as the tip of his thumb enters my mouth, pressing down on my tongue before pulling it back out.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I whisper back, turning towards him as I stand up, running my hands up his chest along the way.

I glide my hands over his collarbones before wrapping my arms around his neck, loosely intertwining my fingers behind his head. His fingertips softly graze my waist, my skin on fire under his touch. He brings his forehead down to meet mine, our eyes locked on one another as we breathe in sync.

“I need to hear you say it.” he whispers as his hands settle on my hips.

“Say what, Matthew?”

“That you’re okay with this. That you want it as much as I do.”

“I want it Matt, I have for a long time.”

His breath shudders and he pulls me closer, his erection throbbing against my thigh. He disconnects our foreheads, pulling back to look from my eyes to my lips and back up.

“I need you in my room,” he breathes out before looping his arms around my thighs and picking me up. His hands are teasingly close to my ass as he walks to his room, shutting and locking the door with one hand before letting me down in front of his bed.

Without warning his hands are gripping my face and he slams his lips against mine. Everything else ceases to exist as our tongues swirl together, our bodies so close together we almost feel like one person. His hands slide down from my face to my jaw, then to my throat causing me to let a moan escape into his lips. He hums in response and adds a little pressure, and my knees feel like they could buckle and give up on me. This feels so naughty, my best friend touching me in all the places I’ve wanted him to for so long.

I pull away from the kiss and drop to my knees in front of him, placing kisses down the hot skin of his stomach. I lick a stripe up his happy trail and his eyes bore into me as I undo his button and zipper. I slide his jeans down and they pool around his ankles before he kicks them off. I run my nails up and down his thighs, watching as his body reacts and his dick twitches under the fabric of his boxers. I trail my hands up, running my palm across his hard length before wrapping my hand around it and hearing him sigh my name under his breath.

His eyes are blown out with need, the blue irises barely visible. He reaches down and places his hand over my own, tightening my grip around his cock and moving my hand back and forth.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Y/n.” He groans and starts rocking his hips against my hand.

“Yeah? Do something about it then.” I say and move my other hand to start pulling his boxers down.

He lets out a moan at my words, throwing his head back a bit as his cock springs up in front of my face.

He grips my chin and tilts my head up, bucking his hips forward so his length rubs across my face. I stick my tongue out as he brings it back down, feeling the veins that run all the way to his tip. I open my mouth to take only his head in, sucking lightly and keeping my head still. I grip my hand around his base and pull him back out of my mouth, kitten licking the underside of his head, eliciting a shaky breath from him as he brings his hands to wrap into my hair.

“Such a fucking tease,” he draws out.

I just smile and move my tongue all the way to the base and flatten my tongue, licking all the way up and kissing the his tip. I continue teasing him for a minute or two, loving the beautiful sounds that fall past his lips. I can tell he wanted nothing more than to shove his dick down my throat, but Matt is too much of a gentleman for that.

I take his entire length into my mouth, his head touching my uvula and making me gag around him. He sucks in sharply and his fingers tighten around the roots of my hair. I keep going, bobbing my head back and forth and hollowing my cheeks around him. He lightly thrusts into my mouth, matching my speed. His jaw hangs slack and he starts panting as his dick becomes incredibly hard, twitching and throbbing in my mouth. He pulls my head back and my mouth makes a popping sound around his head.

“Fuck, almost made me finish in your mouth baby. You just look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me.” he says as he strokes my hair.

He grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, bringing his hands to my panties and pulling at them, almost a silent way of saying he needs them off. I help him get them down and he picks me up, his dick brushing against my core in the process which sends sparks through my body. He tosses me onto his bed, standing over me and taking in the sight like he’s the first man that discovered fire.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he crawls up the bed over me, leaving kisses up both my legs and stomach, all the way up to my breasts. “Always knew you had perfect tits.”

He places a wet, warm kiss on each nipple, watching as they harden up from the stimulation. He brings his tongue to my left one and flicks it up and down and I can’t help but let out a little whine. He circles his tongue around it and looks up at me before sucking on it softly. He moves his attention to the other one and repeats his actions, but my pussy is begging for his mouth to be there instead.

“Matt, please…” I whimper out, grabbing his head and pushing down so he’ll get the hint.

“Please what?” He smirks, softly nipping and licking at the skin on my ribcage.

“N-need to feel your face between my legs,” I blush. It feels so strange to finally be able to say these things out loud.

He scoots down the bed and settles between my legs, spreading them apart and kissing his way from my knee to my upper thigh.

“So wet for your best friend, you dirty girl.” He says before placing a kiss onto my clit, my body jolting and a soft moan escaping my lips.

His narrows his tongue and runs it up and down my folds lightly before flattening it out and adding pressure, licking from the bottom to the top.

“Such a little slut letting me taste you like this. It’s so wrong..” he trails off before continuing his actions.

His words twist my stomach into knots. He’s right, I know deep down that it’s so wrong to be doing this with my best friend while his brothers are asleep in the house. But it feels so fucking good, so right.

I rake my fingers through his hair and push it back off his forehead, just taking in the sight of him working to please me. He dips down a little and sticks his tongue into my entrance, swirling it in circles as I start to clench around him.

“F-fuck.. feels so good,” I moan and buck my hips towards him, tightening my grip in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper into me.

He hums and flicks his tongue around making sure to touch every single spot he can get. He brings his thumb to my clit and sticks the rough pad of it against me, applying pressure and rubbing delicious circles.

Before I know it I am coming undone on Matt’s face, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpectedly. I cry out his name as my legs shake and tighten around his head. I’m pulling on his hair hard enough for him to let out a groan of pain, but he continues and lets me ride out my high, pulling back and breathing heavily after I relax onto the bed.

He moves up and hovers above me, his face glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes still dark and needy.

“You feel better now, princess? Got to cum all over your best friend’s face. God, you’re such a bad girl.”

“Mmm, don’t act like you didn’t want it just as bad as me, Matty.” I say between lazy kisses, tasting myself on his lips.

“Never said I didn’t, sweetheart.”

He grabs my legs and pushes them up, hooking both of them around his shoulders. He runs his tip through my folds, coating himself in my juices that have mixed with his saliva. His breath shudders as he pushes in slowly, not because he wants to, but because he’s so big that I’m having trouble taking him.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, easing in millimeters at a time.

“F-fuck Matt, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to take it all.” I wince as he stretches me out.

“You will. Give it time baby. I’ll make it fit.”

He leans his head down and lets a string of spit fall onto my clit, dripping down and settling where we meet. He pulls back out only to push in further, and my stomach tenses up at the pain. He shoots me a sympathetic look, but it only lasts a second before his eyes get that hungry look again and he’s smirking down at me.

“Poor girl, I just know you’re never gonna be able to find anyone who can make you feel like I’m about to.”

Without warning he pushes all the way in, pain and pleasure coursing through my body as he steadily begins pumping in and out. His hands grip my legs and I bring mine to his chest, clawing and scratching instinctively to relieve some of the pain.

“M-matt, fuck..” I cry out, my eyes rolling back as he pounds into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

“Look at that pretty face, all for me.” He praises.

The pain slowly starts subsiding, dopamine flooding my bloodstream as my body starts to feel intense amounts of pleasure. I’m a mess, eyes watering and my nails leaving him bloody. It feels animalistic, we’re fucking as if it’s all we know to do.

“Open your mouth.” He growls, his entire demeanor dark and sadistic.

I oblige, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. He spits onto it and moves a hand to my chin, closing it and holding it shut.

“Swallow it.”

I do as I’m told and he slaps my cheek lightly, moving his hand back to my leg and gripping with white knuckles.

My body is overwhelmed with all the sensations, my head is swimming and my breathing is rapid. I feel the same feeling igniting in my stomach, so close to the edge I can taste it.

He pulls out suddenly, grabbing his cock and jerking it with his head thrown back before he releases his hot cum onto my pussy.

“Touch yourself with it,” he demands, slinging my legs apart and onto the bed.

I immediately bring my hand down to my clit without second thought, using two fingers to rub back and forth. I bring my other hand and insert a finger into my entrance, pushing his own release into myself. He watches intently as I use his cum as lubrication to send myself toppling over the edge. My legs shake and my back arches, my orgasm taking control and waves of pleasure crashing over and over until my energy is spent.

He falls down on top of me, his head on my chest as we catch our breath together. I can feel my pulse from head to toe, my heart beating like crazy along with his own.

•••

I open my eyes and the sun is shining through the blinds casting a beam directly on my face. I stretch a little and look over and smile as I see Matt tucked underneath the comforter beside me.

I don’t remember anything after we fucked last night, so I guess we passed out.

I open my phone to check for notifications, my heart dropping as I open the group chat between myself and the triplets.

Nick: 1 attachment

Nick: What is this…?!

I click the photo and my eyes widen. It’s an overview of the living area, clothes and jewelry strewn about with a messy set of cards on the table.

I lock my phone and stuff it under my pillow quickly, trying to convince myself I never saw it.

I flip over and cuddle up to Matt, throwing my arm over his stomach and laying my head on his chest.

We can deal with all that later.

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theewokingdead · 1 year

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F My...Tonsils? - Benny Miller x wife!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!Reader (1st Person POV; Benergy Universe) Summary: Benny is attractive despite the ridiculous things that come out of his mouth. Word Count: 600+ Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+ Warnings: 1st person POV, Language, Allusions to oral Notes: Things were changed, but this was inspired by a legitimate exchange between me and my husband. As always, Benergy is a collection of one-shots so this can be read without having read anything else.

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“Boom!” Benny leaps to his feet as he slams his last Uno card onto the table. “Suck my dick!” He gestures to the area in case I’ve forgotten where his dick resides, despite the fact that the two children sleeping above should make it clear I know.

Typical Benny.

I pretend to be annoyed, rolling my eyes while I gather the pile of cards, seeming to ignore the fact that he’s now strutting around the dining room like a peacock showing off his plumage. Secretly, I watch him out of the corner of my eye, trying to hide the smile that's creeping up on my face as I realize how much I enjoy his playful antics.

“You wish,” I mumble. I shuffle the deck, waiting for him to settle down to see if he wants to continue or call it a night. We've been playing games for hours while eating snacks, chatting, and joking around – our little date night with kids when we don't have a sitter. It's not always easy balancing parenthood and romance, but nights like these make it all worth it. We share many laughs, teasing and taunting each other, just having fun and enjoying each other’s company.

“No, you wish,” Benny retorts, and I raise an eyebrow in response, curious as to where he’s going to take this conversation. He places his hands on the table and leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You wish I was touching your tonsils right now.”

My face twists in shock, unable to believe he just said that. I don’t know if I’m more stunned by his words or the fact he thinks it’s even possible.

Fuck…why is the thought of that so hot? Benny deep in my throat…chocking on his-

I try to compose myself and respond, “You know I don’t have tonsils, right?” But deep down, I can feel my cheeks burning and my heart racing. As much as I try to deny it, there's something about Benny that I can never resist. Maybe it's his sense of humor or his confidence, but I find myself drawn to him more and more each day.

Benny isn’t thrown off by my response. He simply smirks and says, “That’s how deep I’d be. I’d touch the ghost of your tonsils.”

Jesus Christ. I can’t help but pinch the bridge of my nose and, for a moment, reconsider all of my life choices. My mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of me thinks he is such an idiot while another part of me is so incredibly turned on by him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Before I can fully process my thoughts, Benny walks to where I’m sitting, tips my chin up, and kisses me, sending a rush of desire through my body. I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck as I pull him closer. It's like every nerve in my body is on fire, and I can't get enough of him. But as quickly as the kiss started, it ends, and Benny pulls away with a smirk on his face.

“I knew you couldn't resist me," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Once more, I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’s right.

“You're insufferable,” I reply, but there's a hint of laughter in my voice. I rise from my chair and push past him, heading toward the stairs that lead to our bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he questions, and I feel his gaze following me.

“Upstairs to perform a séance to see if the ghosts of my tonsils want to get fucked tonight.” I stop and turn to look down at him, seeing that he hasn't moved. "You coming or not?"

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awssp12 · 8 months

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I don’t know if anyone is interested in it but I thought I might share a little snippet of Misha’s story. It’s not much but it is one of the first scenes that begins the slow evolution of Misha’s relationship with Frank.

And who knows, maybe if more people are interested than I thought or if this actually gets any attention I might post more snippets of her story.

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Frank Castle had, rather quickly and much to Matt’s displeasure, become a constant in Misha’s life. Matt thought Frank was too violent and rough, that he had no ability to be gentle or caring, that he was a bad influence. But Frank turned out to be just what Misha needed and, in some weird twist of fate, maybe she was just what he needed too. For the past two months The Punisher had been less brutal and there was an uptick in survivors from his confrontations.

Now this wasn’t to say Matt was bad at taking care of Misha. He did the best he could. But he couldn’t help her when she woke up in the middle of the night with nightmares. He couldn’t help her when she had panic attacks so bad she couldn’t speak. He couldn’t read her emotions or sense the subtle shift in her mood.

Frank could. He was who Misha called when she woke up from a nightmare or felt a panic attack coming on. Frank knew when she needed someone to listen. He knew when she needed someone to talk to. He knew when she just needed to sit in silence with someone. Frank understood her on a level Matt couldn’t.

Frank was patient with her. He never pushed her to talk about things, she’d do that when she was ready. He never raised his voice at her. Sure, he got frustrated with her from time to time but he knew yelling at her wasn’t going to help. He always listened to her talk about whatever book she was reading and brought her ones he’d thought she’d like. He even listened to her ramble about flowers even though he knew nothing about them.

Matt knew that Frank would never admit it, but it was obvious that the ex-Marine had become…fond of Misha in such a short time. One might even say that Frank had grown attached to the girl. He was always keeping an out for her. There was always a little voice in the back of his mind whispering it’s worry for her.

Maybe that’s why Frank found himself hanging out near Matt’s apartment when patrol was slow. Maybe that’s why Frank found himself crashing at Matt’s more often. He told himself it was just out of convenience. He told himself it was because Matt didn’t mind. He told himself he wasn’t attached to Misha. He was lying.

If one looked around Matt’s apartment they might notice a few things. They might notice the cot under the stairs and the way it looked like it had been slept in multiple nights in a row. They might notice the pile of clothes that were too big to be Matt’s. They might notice that the dining table was, quite suspiciously, set for three on most days. They might notice the two matching pairs of combat boots tucked behind the couch. They might notice Frank Castle, with no shoes on, sitting on the couch playing a very shitty game of Uno.

“You’re very bad at this,” Misha commented as she placed a green seven in the growing stack of cards on the coffee table between her and Frank. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a single braid crown. If you asked Frank, he would deny being the one who did her hair.

“Oh so suddenly you’re some genius on how to play Uno?” Frank shot back, a playful tone to his words and a smile on his lips. He’d been smiling a lot lately.

“Not really,” Misha answered with a shrug. Frank slapped a green three down onto the pile. Misha looked at the cards in her hand. “I’m just saying that we’ve played five games and you haven’t won a single one of them. It’s statistically very unlikely.”

“Since when do you know anything about statistics?” Frank asked. Misha shrugged once more and discarded a blue three.

“I know basic statistics, asshole,” Misha retorted. She sat with one leg crossed under her and the other pulled to her chest. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, an on AC/DC shirt from a thrift store, socks with little skulls on them (a gift from Frank), and a black zip-up hoodie that clearly belonged to Frank.

“Hey. Watch your language,” Matt scolded from his seat at the dining table. He was as working on some research for a case.

“Boo!” Misha said. Frank frowned at his cards. He grabbed one from the draw pile and his frown deepened.

“Fuck,” he sighed as he grabbed a second card from the draw pile. Misha pouted and set her cards face down on the table.

“Why does he get to swear?” Misha asked, her words almost a whine. Frank had been teaching her how to act like a kid, trying to give her back a bit if the childhood she had been deprived of. That included whining.

“You’re a bad influence, Frank,” Matt said, defeat in his tone.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Red,” Frank replied. He had a lopsided smile on his face as he winked at Misha, who did her best to hide her quiet giggles.

A knock on the door stopped Matt from replying. Frank and Misha watched him as he walked by. Once he rounded the corner to enter the hall, Frank and Misha looked at each other. A shared smile passed between them.

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thelowlysatsuma · 4 years

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y’all know what? fuck it. time for headcanons

so. SO. logan, patton, and janus being the Tired Adult Friends

they are. so fucking tired

they have two brain cells that they share between the three of them in order to keep the other sides in line. patton is least often seen in possession of them, but sometimes he’ll show up with them in hand

they do “boring adult shit” for fun like go drink wine together and talk shit about the others

they’ve each had turns having to stop the other two from getting too into something and doing something monumentally stupid. janus had to stop a sleepless marathon of sherlock holmes audiobooks. patton had to disarm MANY dangerous thought experiments. logan had to prevent the great puppy heist of 2020.

the all listen to the adventure zone together. logan and janus take turns awkwardly reassuring patton when the swearing/innuendos get too much. they all get a little weepy over lucretia. patton dresses up as magnus one day and forces the other two to cosplay with him. they go as john (jan goes ALL OUT with the eye imagery) and barry (logan allegedly didn’t wanna put in the effort, but actually did some very convincing skull makeup) respectively.

they have a group chat and all silently judge each others’ texting styles

patton: check out this cool meme I saw on Facebook!

janus, looking into the camera like he’s on the office before checking out the meme he’s seen 17272818272828 times before: you’re doing amazing, sweetie; I love it

PRANK WARS!!!! but lovingly!!!

patton and logan fill janus’ room with cats. logan denies being a part of the scheme, but he was VERY excited about it. janus walks into the common room covered in cat hair and ready to murder

logan and janus bonding over art theory and shit talking famous artists

logan and janus are science buddies!! it is terrifying! do not let these two be alone together because they will Wreak Havoc!

patton: *sticks up for someone who’s hurt*

logan: 👀👀👀👀👀😳

janus: 🙄

logan walks into a room and patton starts gushing abt how happy he is to see him and janus is done with this sappy feelings bullshit so he says “wow, glad to see you too, friends of mine” and patton immediately Pouts and does puppy dog eyes and goes in for a hug

*distant explosions* *roman screaming*

logan and janus, in unison: not it

any time patton understands or references a dirty joke/swear word, janus puts a quarter in a jar. it’s half full, but nobody will ever believe him

i would say cuddle piles, but knowing these three dipshits it’s more likely that logan passed out annotating papers on the couch, patton fell asleep beside logan waiting for him to wake back up so he could say hi, and janus just flopped down on top of both of them because he honestly doesn’t give a shit anymore

they do just. the most ridiculous competitions together. patton gets a visitor’s pass to the imagination so he can whip up a wipeout course for them. logan makes them games of jeopardy. janus hosts EXCELLENT murder mystery parties

patton may be bad at most board and card games, but if you try to beat him in uno, you will face death in the face. janus finds this hilarious up until it gets turned on him

in their group chat, patton will yell at the others for being up late, in spite of the fact that he himself is also up late

okay but if you think they don’t gossip about stupid fictional crushes together then You Are Wrong

janus is just as touchy feeley as patton, but he leans more towards arms around shoulders and back claps than hugs

patton, entering the common room, hands dripping red:

janus: oh my god he finally killed somebody

logan: absolutely not. the consistency is all wrong for blood. he stuck his hands in a bucket of kool aid

patton, who’d just returned from helping dye roman’s hair: guys, could you lighten up a little?

patton and janus cry together at 3am over that one time a cornsnake curled around thomas’ arm and it was very cute.

logan and janus shit talk discrepancies in popular media, especially doctor who. patton is generally just there for the good shows and the snacks.

janus: shut up, fives. a ten is talking.

logan: we all have the same face???

god save anyone on the receiving end of the combined powers of patton’s “i’m not mad, I’m just disappointed”, logan’s “explain what exactly you think you’re doing right now”, and janus’ “why are you like this you dumbass” glares

patton makes them friendship bracelets. logan and janus both hide theirs on their person but patton knows they keep them with them at all times

patton tries to convince the entire mindscape to go as the scoobies for halloween one year. he and janus divide and conquer with the core four and the others, and together, they manage to pull it off. remus is a truly horrifying scrappy doo

logan goes through a pirate kick for a little bit and teaches the other two how to duel. patton is surprisingly good at it, and logan dies a bit inside. janus thinks all this is fucking hysterical, and appreciates it immensely

they play calvinball together once. only once.

“sincerely meeeeeeEEEEEEE” “siNCERELY MEE”

yeah don’t even get started on all the musicals they do karaoke of. logan and janus insist it was patton’s idea, which it was, but they’re filthy liars who have just as much fun as patton

janus: *turns on anaconda*

logan: *plays phantom of the opera along to it*

when they get bored they just lie on top of one another, throw wads of paper at the walls of the commons, and play word association games

they fuckin Jam Out to schoolhouse rock. don’t tell me they wouldn’t

anyways I’m back on my sanders sides bullshit, y’all. please feel free to throw some more headcanons out there

( @coconut-cluster : 👀👀👀)

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illiterateaffairs · 3 years

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the one where they definitely are not on a date (stiles x oc)

Title: The One Where They Definitely Are NOT on a Date

Pairing: Stiles x OC (Peyton Stone)

From My Unofficial Teen Wolf Series: masterlist | announcement | summary

Word Count: 378

What you need to know: Scott is on a double date with Allison, Jackson, and Lydia. So, Stiles and Peyton have their own night in. Takes place in Season 1 Episode 3.

“Okay, so I’m going with Professor Plum, with the revolver, in the study.”

“Professor Plum-“ Stiles scoffs, moving his purple piece into the “study” on the Clue board. “Why do you keep guessing him right when I’m about to get into the room I want?”

Peyton laughs, “Sorry, I just think he’s suspicious. Maybe you shouldn’t have played as Professor Plum.”

“What’s wrong with him? I thought purple was like your favorite color?”

“Doesn’t make him any less of a nerd.”

“Says the girl who picked Peacock over Miss Scarlet.”

“Peacock is more fun. Now shut up and show me a card.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and begins shuffling through his pile. They’ve been games the last couple of hours. They started with Candyland, moved on to Uno, and now they’ve graduated to Clue. Board games have been one of their favorite past times since they were kids. Usually, Scott would join them, but he was bowling tonight.

“Clue really isn’t a two-player game,” Stiles sighs, showing her the “revolver” card, “If I didn’t have anything, we’d know the answer.”

Peyton reaches for some popcorn in a bowl beside the game board on Stiles’ coffee table. They were both sitting crisscrossed on his living room floor.

“We could probably still crash Scott’s double date,” she suggests, checking the time on the her phone, “See Jackson embarrass the hell out of him.”

Stiles cackles, leaning against his couch. “Nah, that’s okay. It’s been a while since just the two of us have hung out...it’s nice.”

She hums in agreement, and he watches her fondly as she assesses her suspect sheet, absentmindedly picking at a cold piece of pizza. She’s wearing his purple hoodie which she didn’t ask to borrow. He doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he realizes he doesn’t mind the thought of spending more nights like this with just her and him. Alone. He doesn’t know where these thoughts and feelings are coming from. He doesn’t consider that they’ve always been there- that now he’s just getting worse at denying them.

Realizing there’s been a few beats of silence, he quickly sits up and reaches for the dice.

“Okay, my turn. I think I’m getting close to cracking this case, Peacock.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that, Plum.”

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Boy’s night

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes”

a/n: Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

“What are we having for dinner?” Bee asked Jaemin from her laying down position on the couch.

“Oh, hello Jaemin? How are you doing? Did you enjoy your nap?” He said sarcastically, taking the book she was reading from her hands and flopping down on top of her, still very sleepy.

“Sorry, sorry. But do you know what we’re having for dinner? It’s already past eight and I’m hungry” Bee pushed him a little, so she could cuddle him without getting suffocated. The girl wasn’t opposed to skinship and she knew better than to try to escape when Jaemin was like this.

“Let’s wait for Renjun to come back and we’ll decide” He mumbled resting his head on top of hers and slightly falling back asleep.

“Wake up. Jaemin, wake up. Jaemin, wake up” She poked his ribcage repeatedly until he groaned and pushed her off the couch. “Why did you throw me?” Bee let out giggling at his annoyed face.

“JENO, CHENLE, JISUNG” Jaemin screamed the other boys over and waited for them to show up “Let’s order dinner”

“What about Renjun?” Chenle, who was spending the weekend over, asked them while sitting next to Bee on the ground. Jisung and Jeno sat on the second and smaller couch.

“He’s probably coming right -” Jaemin started but got cut off by Renjun walking inside with five pizza boxes stacked on top of each other “DID YOU JUST READ MY MIND?”

“What?” Renjun said struggling to take off his shoes and Haechan who was behind him walked inside as well, revealing Mak standing in the hallway while waiting for them to make some room so he could walk in.

As she saw his face, Bee felt herself tensing up, and she looked away almost instantly. Jeno and Jaemin didn’t fail to notice her change of mood, looking at each other with worry. Turns out her plan of ignoring the boy didn’t work as she had thought, especially because they work in the same place and had to promote at the same time recently.

They both had talked about how she would get even quieter and run off to someplace else as fast as possible when Mark was around and to be honest, they didn’t doubt she would make up an excuse this time as well.

“What is Haechan doing here?” Chenle said with fake annoyance from her side.

“If you told me Chenle was here I wouldn’t have come” Donghyuck threw right back at him and Rejun ignore them both, putting the boxes on the counter and making room for Mark to walk inside, to which he did waving at the sitting teenagers.

“I invited them over to have a boys night or whatever” Renjun rolled his eyes as Jisung got up instantly to check on the food. “I thought it would be fun to have a game night, we haven’t done that in a while”

“Well, if you need me I’ll be in my room,” Bee said getting up as well, but walking towards the hallway instead since she no longer felt hungry.

“Yun-hee, really? I was kidding about the boys part” Renjun said with little energy, “I thought you would get that by now”

“I know, I know,” the girl said looking at Jaemin for help, her voice getting smaller as she spoke “It’s just, I don’t really play the games you guys play”

“Yes you do,” Chenle said nonchalantly grabbing a slice of pizza for himself. “You’re just not as good as me”

“Just stay with us for dinner,” Mark said putting his phone on the counter and opening a third box “You can decide if you’re that bothered by our presences after” he smirked at her right before turning around to take a bite from his pizza and talk with Jisung.

Looking over at Jaemin and Jeno with wide eyes, they both just shrugged their shoulders, indicating with their heads for her to come eat with them.

Grabbing a pepperoni slice, she forced it down her throat and tried focusing on whatever conversation the boys were having. Of course, it wasn’t easy, especially because she didn’t want to seem more uncomfortable than she already was. Casually pitching in on a random talk about girl groups with Haechan and Jeno, Bee, managed to, very slowly, act more natural.

She found comfort in the fact that everything was still the same between them, Mark was still the goofy awkward boy she was used to, and her heart randomly beating fast became something in the background of her mind, it was almost as if staying in the same room broke down the untouchable image she had built for him in her head.

When Renjun started an Uno match before they were even done eating, Bee didn’t think twice before sitting on the floor with them, confident she could go through the night without any major crisis.

“I don’t want to play this anymore” Chenle whined after losing for the third time to Jaemin, who was smiling smugly while picking up another chocolate bar from the winner’s pile.

“I’m with you on that one. We have been playing this for more than an hour, I’m pretty sure I know all of your tells by now” Haechan whined and collected the cards. “We could play truth or dare to make things more interesting”

“Isn’t that a bit too stupid?” Mark laughed at him “It’s not like we have many secrets from each other. Plus, we can’t dare anything too publicly risky or we would all be dead” Bee had to force herself not to make any movements when he said the word secret, but she did advert her gaze to Jeno for a split second.

The older didn’t catch on her worries and just shrugged his shoulders before speaking “I mean it could be fun” he said leaning back “we don’t have to make each other do anything too risky, but at least it’s a way to pass time”

“Let’s just play one round and then we’ll see if it’s worth to keep going,” Renjun said from Bee’s side and the rest of them agreed.

They were already sitting in a circle on the floor, Renjun, and Jisung on Bee’s sides, while Haechan was straight ahead of her. The first few questions were all superficial warm-ups, your regular “Have you ever used somebody else’s toothbrush?” “Open the window and yell something embarrassing”

“Please don’t talk about stuff like this when I’m in the room” Bee pleaded with wide eyes after Renjun asked a particularly embarrassing question to Jeno, making not only him but the young girl flustered.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea either” Mark laughed awkwardly and the blush on her face intensified, although, it wouldn’t be noticeable unless someone was paying attention to her.

“Well, I think it’s time for you to answer something right Bee?” Haechan smile mischievously at her “I mean, you’ve been watching us for the whole round, let’s be more inclusive. So tell me, truth or dare?”

Bee wasn’t a daring person by nature and the fact that Hyuck was the one giving her the prompt made her decision even easier. “Truth”

“When are you telling Mark you have a crush on him?” The words rolled out of his mouth like he had practiced them many times before.

Taking in what he had said, the girl felt time stop and for some unknown reason, she couldn’t breathe or move properly, only staring at Haechan while her ears became red. There was no way he had just said that. He was joking, right? It was just another stupid prank he always pulled on her. But why wasn’t he smirking like he always did after trying to be funny?

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Mark said laughing, but when he noticed her unmoving gaze as well as the silence present amongst the other boys the smile on his face dropped.

“Who told you about it?” Bee’s voice was almost silent, and if the atmosphere wasn’t so tense, no one would have heard her.

“It was kind of obvious, no one had to tell me,” Haechan said nonchalantly, breaking eye contact to stare at Chenle and Jisung “I bet you didn’t tell them either. But you both knew, right?”

Looking over at her right, she saw both of them nodding along, Chenle staring at her carefully and Jisung’s gaze never leaving the floor. She didn’t have to turn to Renjun to figure out that he knew as well, his hand squeezing her knee in a supportive manner already disclosed that for her.

“Why are we all so surprised? I mean, Mark is oblivious to everything. C’mon, now you can both talk about it, no one here is judging you” He urged her to speak, but the girl couldn’t push herself to look at anyone on the face, looking down at the wooden floor and trying to organize what was going on in her mind.

She felt completely exposed, Hyuck had brought light to the one thing in her life she pushed away as much as possible, and he didn’t seem to mind it at all. So why did she care about it that much? The back of her neck burned with embarrassment and Bee suddenly felt as uncomfortable as she did the first time meeting the boys.

“I’m not staying here,” She said getting up and heading for the door without looking back, Jeno following on her trail.

“Wait, you can’t just leave like that” He jumped over Jisung’s legs “Really, it’s already late, it could be dangerous with the amount of saesangs out there”

“I feel like I should say something right now?” Mark whispered to Jaemin on his right but the boy shook his head denying.

“She isn’t ready to talk about this” Jaemin whispered back, but due to the silence the girl heard him, and despite it being true, she still hated how the words made her feel even smaller than she already did.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here” Her still soft voice had a demanding tone to it, it didn’t go unnoticed by Mark that she still wasn’t facing anyone specifically. “I’m going to 127’s dorm on the 5th floor. And you, Donghyuck, really didn’t have any business talking about this”

Leaving the apartment, she pressed the elevator’s button, and while waiting for it, the reality of what had just happened started setting in on her.

Mark Lee knew about her crush on him. Well, all of the dreamies knew about her crush on him, and they all probably thought she was pathetic for developing feelings for a groupmate. They probably thought she was even more pathetic for acting the way she did. Not having control of her feelings, what a pathetic person Bai Yun-hee thought she was.

The ding indicating the elevator was on her floor woke her up from her thoughts, and in the mirror, she saw tears pooling around her eyes. Great, on top of everything she had to cry.

If her rosy nose wasn’t a clear giveaway, her lack of shoes and mismatching socks told Taeyong something had happened for the girl to show up on his door unannounced when all of her friends were together downstairs. His tired mind went straight to the worst-case scenario.

“Did somebody get hurt?” He hurried her inside, engulfing her in a hug Bee could only describe as motherly. Her tears couldn’t help but flow freely at that rate.

“Nothing happened, I’m just stupid” She managed to say and Taeyong’s hand flew to her hair, brushing some strands while the other rubbed circles on her back.

“Hey, it’s okay… you’re not stupid” He whispered to her trembling body.

“Who ringed the doorbell?” Doyoung left his room with one annoyed expression, but once he saw the leader trying to comfort the girl his face broke into worry. “Is everything okay?”

Looking at him with a confused face, Taeyong mouthed an “I don’t know” to him and started leading her to the couch. “Do you want to tell us what happened? Or do you want to give it a rest?”

“I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight” she indirectly answered him, the little cracks in her voice making her unconsciously cringe at how much this had affected her “I can stay on the couch if you don’t mind”

“No, no. You can stay in my room. Haechan is staying over at the Dream dorm, so I can go to his bed on his and Johnny Hyung’s room.” Doyoung’s voice trailed off at the end of his sentence and his eyes widened in realization “Did the one of boys make you cry?”

“No” She shook her head and looking away from him “It really is my problem”

“Well, I don’t buy it. Tell me what they did and I’m going to talk to them right now” He got up from her side of the couch but didn’t move since she held his hand telling him to stop.

“Oppa, really. I’m the problem, this is all my fault” She said honestly, the anger she was feeling towards Haechan, didn’t compare with how angry she was with herself.

“Let’s get you settled okay?” Taeyong said rubbing her back, sensing she wasn’t in the right mood to talk about anything at that moment.

Walking over to the room, Doyoung patted the leader on the back and pointed to his room “Go rest, I got this” Not having enough energy Taeyong hugged the girl one last time and walked away. “Seriously, what happened?”

Going to his bed and slipping inside the blankets Bee shrugged her shoulders, her back leaning against the wall and Doyoung sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“I think it’ll help you to tell me and get a second opinion,” He said and poked her forehead with his finger “Knowing your little head, you already have every negative thought possible engraved there”

Chuckling lightly, she eased her body a little and started explaining everything to him as superficially as possible. Going straight to the point she started seeing Mark differently (there was no way she was saying the name crush in front of Doyoung) and then saying how he found out about it and she freaked out and ran away.

“Okay,” He said after she stopped talking “why were you calling yourself stupid when you got here?”

“Because” The girl shrugged her shoulders and sniffled, although she wasn’t crying anymore her nose was completely stuffed “I shouldn’t have acted like that, you know. The whole thing didn’t matter that much, I was the one who made a big deal out of it when in reality the best thing to do would be lock everything up and ignore it until it passes”

“Okay, I might have to wake Taeyong up because you’re losing your mind” He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and grabbed one of her hands “First I need you to understand we’re talking about your feelings right now, they should never be pushed away and are the most important part of you, understand?”

Doyoung stared at her in the eyes and waited for her to nod before keep going. “I get you’re feeling invalidated since someone took something you should have control over and exposed it to others. When I find out who did it, by the way, you’re getting a five-page apology letter from them”

“I’m never telling you who did it” She smiled and he let go of her hand.

“Aish, you’re making jokes already. It’s not as bad as I had thought” He smiled as well but when Bee’s face turned to a frown again he went back to therapist Doyoung mode “You feel like this right now because everything is still very new. I think we should give it some time before actually doing something about it. For now, all you need to do is rest and try to calm yourself, nothing about this is yours or someone else’s fault”

“It just feels like it is” Bee mumbled “Like when I’m thinking about it by myself, the whole Mark thing didn’t seem as important, but the moment Haechan spoke, it felt like the world’s worst secret had just been exposed and I needed to hide from everyone”

“Haechan huh?” Doyoung rose one eyebrow looking to the wall with a pondering look “I swear I always tell him to think before speaking”

“Don’t get mad at him, I know he didn’t do it to be mean” The girl defended her friend.

“I don’t care what you tell me, but going back to you” Doyoung returned his attention to her and sighed “You’re young, and I should tell you it’s going to get better but I have no idea,” He thought for a second before resuming “There’s this difference, I don’t know if it matters but, do you see Mark as a potentially significant other, or is it just an attraction?” He cringed after saying the last words.

“I don’t even see me dating right now”

“Right answer” The boy smiled, but when she looked blankly at him he turned back to his frown “I mean, I get it right now, but think in the future. Like, when you see yourself going on dates and all of that stuff… can you see it with him?”

“I guess, I don’t know” Bee answered after thinking for some time “This might be hard for you to hear, but I see Mark for Mark. Like he’s cute and funny and very very awkward, but he’s also this badass rapper and dancer who changes completely on stage, meanwhile, he’s nerdy and likes to make people feel comfortable which makes my heart go soft. And I don’t know how I feel about him being all of that” She groaned and sank on the bed, pulling the covers over her head and suppressing a scream.

“Okay, you’re lost” Doyoung laughed patting her leg, but when the sniffling intensified he understood she had resumed crying “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay.”

“But what if I get lost forever? Or if when I find myself the world doesn’t want the resolution I have”

“Ahh Yun-hee, when a crisis hit we don’t look at the negative sides. Remember that sometimes, beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost”

“Who said that?” She removed her head from under the blankets pouting.

“I don’t know, I saw it on Pinterest” he said seriously, but after some minutes staring at each other they broke down laughing. Patting her head, he got up and walked to the light switch, turning it off “Rest well Bee, you don’t have to stress about this today. I’ll let you hide in here for as long as you want”

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nsheetee · 4 years

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Can I request idol!Jisung and idol!Reader being rumored to be in a relationship and then getting caught kissing/making out in a private area

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 || Final

details: female reader, some kissing at the end

it’s the first you’re coming over to the dream dorm

jisung told you to dress comfortably since the most you’ll probably be doing is just hanging out

yet, you still felt the need to apply some cherry lip gloss and clip some pins in your hair

you stopped by a convenience store, buying some snacks so that you don’t go to the dorm empty-handed

you feel like you’re about to meet your boyfriend’s parents, not his friends and colleagues

but it could almost be counted as the same thing

you know how protective dream is over jisung, your own group has the same attitude towards you

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you attempt to dig it out without dropping the bags in your hands

“when will you be here?”

“hurry up!”

“everyone’s waiting to meet you ;-;”

you snort at jisung’s texts, trying to type back a response with only one hand, but he sends another text before you can send a reply

“I’m nervous.”

you stare at his message, small butterflies erupting in your stomach at the two words on your screen

although you and jisung have only been dating for a few months, he brought up how he wanted you to meet the dreamies now rather than later

you’ll never forget his justification for the decision:

“these guys are important in my life, and so are you. I want the two important parts of my life to meet.”

just the memory of your shy and awkward boyfriend saying those words to you makes you giddy, and you type back a text with a smile on your face

“me too. I think that just means this is something we care about.”

you put your phone back in your pocket as you walk the rest of the way to the dorm

you climb some flights of stairs once you’re in the building, and then find the door with the number that jisung told you

after knocking on the door, you hear some ruckus on the other side

some shouting and thudding, and then a shrill “park jisung! your girlfriend’s here!” before the door opens to reveal the one and only jisung

“hi! I brought some snacks.” you hold up the bags by your head as you make eye contact with jisung, chenle, and renjun

“I love her already.” chenle muses, making jisung send him a fatal glare

“you didn’t have to.” jisung mumbles to you, taking the bags out of your hands and allowing you to step into the dorm, closing the door behind you

“I couldn’t come here empty-handed, not when you guys are nice enough to let me join your boardgame night.”

“and now I love her, too.” renjun muses

after properly being introduced to chenle and renjun, the four of you walk into the dining room where jaemin and jeno are setting up drinks, a pile of boardgames in the middle of the dining table

“make more room, jisung’s girlfriend brought snacks.” chenle hollers, and jisung recedes into his hoodie, cheeks glowing bright pink as he hands off the snacks to jeno

“hey, she has a name.” jisung still stands up to his best friend despite his small voice and chenle starts teasing him, pulling his hoodie strings tight and attempting to tie them while jisung struggles to get away

“hi, I’m y/n.” you decide to introduce yourself to jeno and jaemin, and they politely greet you.

“are you sure you’re jisung’s girlfriend?” jeno asks, head tilting as he sets out the snacks you bought, “you seem too mature to be dating him.”

you laugh bashfully at the indirect compliment, your brain too scrambled to say anything back

“ah, don’t you know, jeno? opposites attract.” jaemin speaks as if he’s a wise, old man, “and besides, I think it’s good that y/n is more mature than jisung. it balances out.”

“I like jisung for how silly he is. it makes me feel free and relaxed.” you blurt out, sending jisung a glance over your shoulder to find him still play-fighting with chenle

“oooooooh.” jeno, jaemin, and renjun exclaim, now making you recede back into your jacket, realizing what absolute fluff just came out of your mouth about their group member

soon enough, all six of you are sitting around the table, getting ready to play the first game of the night: uno

you really wanted to sit next to jisung, but before he could make it to your side, chenle and jaemin sit down in the seats on your left and right, forcing jisung to sit across from you on the round table

you could tell he isn’t super happy about the seating arraignment, but you lightly kick his foot under the table to get his attention and send him a smile

the first round of uno was more intense and drama-filled than anything you’ve ever seen before

cards flying

people screaming (mostly chenle, and right in your ear too)

dramatic falling down onto the floor when they loose (mostly renjun)

your stomach hurts with their antics, face hot from the amount of exertion it took to play a simple round of uno

you decide that it would be best to try a different game after jeno is forced to put his head down on the table to calm himself after losing to jaemin, the champ of the game

you played several more (less energy-filled) games, conversation flying across the table easily, as if you all have been friends for years rather than just a few hours

you freely told the dreamies about yourself, mostly things you could find on the internet, but you were happy to share these facts face to face

they apologized for haechan’s absence, as he’s with nct 127

and then promptly tried to pry you for information on your group’s next comeback

it was all fun and games, you truly loved spending time with jisung and his group members, and whatever nervousness you felt on your way here dissipated throughout the night

soon, you’re getting texts from your group members to come back to your own dorm, saying that it’s too late and you have a full schedule tomorrow

you say your goodbyes to the dreamies, allowing jisung to walk you down the stairs and out the front door of the building

“you don’t have to walk me to the bus station, I can make it there myself.” you say lightly, but he shakes his head

“no really. it’s okay, I’m not going to make you walk by yourself at night.”

jisung looks so good in the night sky, his cheeks permanently lifted up and his skin shining with youth

you turn away from him before you get caught staring, walking next to him with your hands in your coat pockets

you both keep your heads on a swivel for any fans with cameras or paparazzi that may recognize you and want to take pictures

your relationship hasn’t been revealed, but there have been rumors circling around

it’s all fan speculation, the way you and jisung interact at award shows and on a few radio shows you’ve been on together

except it’s not speculation at all, your fans are definitely correct about you two dating, but the time to reveal your relationship has not come yet

“so… did you like hanging out with the members?” he asks

“yeah! I was nervous, but they’re so fun that I forgot about my nerves after we started playing.” you laugh and glance at jisung

he has a stern look on his face, and it makes your smile drop

“what’s wrong?”

“n-nothing. it’s nothing.” jisung is quick to turn away and deny the look on his face, but you can tell something doesn’t sit right with him.

“no. tell me what’s wrong?” you gasp, “was it me? did I do something bad?”

“no! no, not at all. I just…” he mumbles the end of his sentence and you lean in to hear better

“what was that?” he sighs at your question

“I just wanted to…”

“to do what?” you frown at how he keeps avoiding the situation, and jisung finally sighs loudly and blurts out his full sentence

“I just wanted to sit next to you! jaemin kept putting his arm around your chair and you kept talking to him, and I wanted to do all that stuff.”

you both stop walking, your eyes wide as jisung voices his feelings with his whole chest

you bit your lip, not sure how to contain all of the emotions brewing in you at his confession

jisung is never one to outright say how he’s feeling, but now that he has, it makes you too weak to handle his heartfelt thoughts

“you’re my girlfriend, after all.” he finishes, looking down at your shoes and shuffling his feet

there’s something in you that has no regard for where you are, how this might look to others walking on the street, or what the possible consequences of your next actions might be

you just want to kiss jisung

stepping forward and grabbing the ends of his jacket, you force him to look at you, silently asking with your eyes if this is okay

as a responce, jisung wraps his arms around your middle and brings you closer

you step up onto his feet and reach up, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss

he helps you balance on his feet, keeping you tight against him as he looses himself in the kiss

jisung loves how your cherry lip gloss tastes on his lips and how your cold hands feel as they slide up his chest and caress his cheek and neck

he rubs one of his large hands up and down your back, surprising himself and you when you shudder against him at the action

he just wants more

more of your kisses

more of you

but he remembers where you two are, and pulls away

your lip gloss has transferred over to his lips, and you giggle as your thumbs reach up to wipe away the stains

this side of jisung is so precious, you attempt to take in every single ounce of it before he turns back into the jisung you know so well

your affectionate touches are cut off by talking, and you and jisung turn to glance down the pathway, near where the illuminated bus stop is

several men hover near each other with big cameras, lenses pointed directly at you two

you both freeze, realizing what those cameras must’ve just caught

“uh oh”

you step away from jisung, but before you can get too far, he grabs your hand and you both run the opposite way from the bus stop, back to the dorm

the only thoughts filling your mind are how the next few weeks, maybe even months will be spent dealing with the events that happened tonight

but you can’t help the smile that plays on your face when you can finally let everyone know that park jisung is your boyfriend

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fucnhg-slee-p · 3 years

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Hard times

Robert Pattinson x liza

prompt: something stupid leads to something epic

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This was it, the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.

“We can call it... uh, No cum december”

“What? That’s the worst name ever!” Rob laughed.

You and robert were having game night and having the oh so normal conversation about how you’ve never actually participated in no nut november and for some god forsaken reason, wanted to try it out.

This conversation would have been quite weird with anyone else but you’re known robert your whole life, and when college came around ended up being roommates, the luck was unbelievable. He was your closest and practically only friend so of course you could talk about things like this without it being weird.

“Okay, well I’d like to see you come up with something better then!” You retorted, laughing.

“Uh...well I don’t know, no cum December is fine i guess” he said chuckling, obviously not being able to come up with a better name

“Ha! Uno!” You said putting your last card down.

“What! That’s not fair, you definitely cheated” rob said jokingly

“Yeah yeah whatever you say.” You laughed while putting the cards away and pull out another game.

—-

By now the games were put away and the two of you were watching tv, cuddling.

“Hey! It’s almost 12. In 20 minutes you wont be able to cum for 31 days” you stated, pointing at the time on your phone. Robert looked away from the tv in order to look at you. “In that case ill be right back..” he quickly got up and you both laughed. “I guess I should take advantage of it too”

Both of you were very open with each other so mentioning that you were going to masturbate wasnt really that weird. the only issue was that right now all you could think about was him.. for most of your life you’ve been in love with him, you’ve been in other relationships but it never felt as good as being around robert so of course none of them lasted. It felt wrong to think of him while you were doing this but you couldn’t help it, especially when you knew what he was doing in the next room.

——

11:59

by now you were both back in the living room as if nothing had happened, talking about how dumb this episode of fresh prince was.

12:00

“It’s twelve now, if either of us fail we have to tell each other” robert said, reaching for the popcorn on the coffee table and eating some. “Yeah we have to be honest about it, no cheating” you replied, taking the bowl from him, leaving robert with just a handful. “Hey!” He exclaimed, mockingly upset that you took his popcorn, he threw his handful at you, laughing.

You retaliated by dumping the bowl on his head, “alright, thats it” robert said moving from his spot on the couch to get closer to you, he put his hands on your waist and started tickling you until you had tears in your eyes from laughing too much and begging him to stop. He was laying above you laughing from how cute you looked.

———

It’s been 6 days and you feel like you’re going crazy, everything he does is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You feel like hes doing it on purpose, what an asshole.

After a long day (or week) of studying going from class to class, you just needed to relax but you were constantly on edge and robert was making it much worse. Right now he was just standing by the fridge drinking water but it was somehow the most sexual thing you’d ever seen

“Robert?” You sounded kinda pissed off but you really didn’t mean to

“Yeah?” He took a deep breath after completely finishing the bottle, with some water dripping down to his shirt, what the fuck

“What the fuck are you doing?” You were done with his bullshit, yeah it had only been a week but it was torture especially with the way he was acting

“I’m.. drinking water..” he answered with a confused expression, throwing the empty bottle away and walking towards your spot on the couch

“Ok well stop being annoying” you looked back at your notebook to continue with your studies. “Hey! I didn’t even do anything,” he laughed “i think someone needs to get laid, you’re getting a little frustrated huh?” He teased, only making it worse.

“No im completely fine” you lied “I’m just frustrated with all this shit” you said gesturing to your pile of books. you put your head in your hands “god this is just so hard” you were talking about both situations but if you were being honest the main reason for how stressed you felt was because of this stupid challenge it wasnt even for money or some prize, its literally for no reason.

“I’m sorry Liz, i can help out if you want”

“What?” You quickly looked up at him with a slightly shocked expression that you’re sure he didn’t notice “if you need help with your classes and stuff I’m here for you”

“Oh.” you sighed in both relief and disappointment “no its okay”

“Well if you need me I’m here” he put his hand on your shoulder and it sent a spark through your whole body. “How are you doing with this challenge anyway?” You changed the subject back to the only thing you could think about

“I’m okay, it was really hard for the first few days but now its kinda fun, especially when you think about how it’ll feel at the end of the month, you know? Waiting so long and then finally-“ “ok shut up!” You cut him off, this was all too much. He laughed “uh, do you wanna play Mario kart?” He asked softly, rubbing your back “yeah sure, i think i need a break from this anyway” you smiled at him, making sure not to stare too long.

——

After about 2 hours of playing and him winning almost every time, you ordered pizza and played uno while you waited. The whole time you were stuck on the way his hands moved and how his arms looked so good in the shirt he was wearing, he knew you were half zoned out but he figured you were just stuck thinking about school again.

The knock at the door pulled you from your haze “ill get it, you put the cards away” you said getting up to open the door.

You both ate in a comfortable silence for a while, little did you know he was suffering just as much or worse than you were. At this point you were both shamelessly staring at each other without the other even realizing.

Eventually you realized he was looking you up and down as if you were the only girl in the world and hes been waiting his whole life to have you, you slowly looked away as not to startle him or let him realize you were staring too, or even caught into the fact that he was looking at you with such hunger, which by the way was extremely painful to see from how hot it was.

the tv was quietly playing avatar “if you had a flying bison what would you name it?” You broke the silence

“Hm? Uh.. I don’t know, maybe Bryan”

“That’s an ugly name” you laughed

“Okay well what would you name a flying bison?”

“I would name it robert” you said, forgetting that you were talking to robert

he smiled “aw you’d name him after me?”

your eyes widened subtly “no.. i would just name him robert”

“Yeah ok” he joked, his hand brushed your outer thigh, for a little too long

You inhaled sharply at the sensation. It was only a short moment but it felt like forever and as wild as your thoughts were running it was much much worse now.

You don’t think he even realized how intense that was for you, it must’ve been all in your head, you need to calm down.

———

Now it’d been 10 days, you’re surprised you lasted more than 24 hours, really. But god these last few days have been hell, you’re sure roberts teasing you on purpose, trying to see how long you’ll last when he ‘bumps’ into you or takes his shirt off because ‘it’s too hot’ even though it was freezing. If one more thing happened you were done. You were at the library, trying to catch a break from the stress, listening to music and reading a short novel that caught your attention, sitting in the library always made you feel good. After a few hours of being there you decided it was time to head back to your dorm, on the way there you got a hot tea from the local bakery.

Walking into your dorm you were greeted by robert, sitting on the couch watching some documentary about something stupid. “Hey, i got you a muffin” you said putting your stuff down and taking your coat off. “God its so cold out there”. You handed him the muffen and sat next to him, silently watching the documentary and drinking your tea, figuring out it was about aliens. Without your knowledge he wasnt watching the tv, he was intently watching the way you drank the tea, the way your lips wrapped around the cup was addictive to him. And then it happened, he stretched and you glanced at him from the sudden movement, right then you knew it was over, you took a second look and you could’ve died, his stomach was peaking out from the hem of his shirt and his head was tossed back, showing off his collarbone, and his arms stretched above his head showing off his muscles. You were done. You were completely lost in a trance, staring at him for far too long

“What?” He asked sounding worried.

“I cant do this anymore” you let out a breath you didn’t know you we’re holding. Your eyes trailed down to his lips for a moment and he realized what you meant.

“You need me, don’t you?” You almost whined when he said that, he knew exactly how badly you wanted him, there was no denying it.

You both leaned in slowly, testing the waters before your lips finally crashed together, your whole body felt electric, you were on fire.

Pulling away for a moment, you felt dizzy. Resting your forehead on his to let your lungs catch a break. All you could do was smile “you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that” you said leaning in to kiss him again. It felt just as intense as the first time, he pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, your hands gripping into his hair while his hands roamed over your whole body.

He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and deepened the kiss, if that was even possible. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs taking his time to get where you wanted him. “Please” you groaned, desperate for more

Obliging, he started to rub his fingers over your underwear delicately, gradually building pressure “mmh fuck” you moaned into his neck. “I’m already so close”

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away to look into your eyes. “Wake up”

“What?” You asked, voice laced with confusion

“I said, wake up” he said more aggressively this time, reaching to pinch you.

Your eyes opened and you were in bed, out of breath and covered in sweat. “What the fuck” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and got dressed quickly.

Walking into your shared living area you grabbed a snack and headed out to class — you were running late so you kind of rushed out. On your way there you texted robert, making movie night plans for when you both got back to your dorm.

Every time you closed your eyes you could see everything from your dream so clearly. You were barely hanging on at this point

—

Walking back home was dreadful for a number of reasons, one, it was freezing, two, youd have to see robert and be the way you always are with each other and not accidentally let your feelings slip out

Your phone buzzed

You got a text from robert

“I got Wendy’s, get home asap! I’m gonna eat your food >:)”

Smiling to yourself you sent a quick response warning him not to and started walking faster. Forgetting how hard it was to keep your feelings down, you were just excited to hang out with your best friend for the night, even though you spent most nights together, you were never tired of each other

—

You opened the front door and walked inside “Robert! You better not have ate my food” you yelled through the small apartment

Robert walked out of his room half naked, his only covering being the towel wrapped around his waist. clearly he’d just gotten out of the shower. “Dont worry i waited” he laughed. There’s no way this wasnt on purpose.

“Go put clothes on so we can eat and watch our movie!”

“Why am i distracting you” he smirked, his tone changing drastically. Still standing by the front door He walked up to you caging you between the wall and his body “is it hard for you to focus when I’m practically naked?”

It felt as though all of the air left your body, you closed your eyes for a minute to try to keep your cool— “liza?”

You opened your eyes again and robert was standing in front of you, at a normal distance — fully clothed

“You okay?”

“Yeah sorry, just stressed. Everything’s fine”

These daydreams are fucking brutal

You both ate in a peaceful silence and watched Scott pilgrim. After it was over you were having a regular conversation on the couch

“I think I’m gonna head to bed, its getting late” you said, about to get up.

“Wait” rob stopped you, “i have to tell you something”

He said nothing, just stared at you while trying to figure out the best way to get the words out. “You failed didnt you?” You teased, knowing whatever he had to say was more serious than the stupid bet “no no, thats not it” he chuckled, getting lost in your eyes

He moved a strand of hair out of your face and kept his hand on your cheek. Both of you just staring, too scared to make the first move. “Rob?” He hummed in response, eyes flickering to you lips “what did you want to tell me?”

He leaned in and softly kissed you. Before he could pull away you held onto his face.

“I have a crush on you” he whispered into the kiss, deepening it.

You moaned in response, climbing into his lap “is this real?” You said with desperation. “I hope so” he said putting his lips back into yours, pulling himself off the couch and walking into his room with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss

he gently laid you on his bed and held himself above you, moving his lips down your neck and sucking on a sensitive spot. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, you sat up to help him get it off and he continued kissing down your body, stopping here and there until he made it to the waistline of your pants, he looked up at you while slowly pulling them down “please” as much as you loved how gentle he was being it was torture to go this slow “patience baby girl” he said kissing over your panties softly, moving them to the side he swiped his fingers through your folds then bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean “so wet already, how long have you wanted this to happen huh?” He said putting his fingers on you again. “Too long” you moaned.

Stopping his movements he pulled his ring off and put it on your finger, then continued his work, sliding his fingers inside of you now, slowly pumping them. “faster please” you cried out, grabbing into his hair. He thankfully started going faster, and faster and holy shit “fuck I’m so close don’t stop” your words were slurring together and you could hardly concentrate on anything going on beside the way his fingers felt “pleasepleaseplease” at this point the only thing coming out of your mouth was a string of cursing and pleas to keep going, and finally after two weeks of barely hanging on you felt so good it almost hurt, but he didnt stop there. He kept going, keeping up with his fast pace and now licking and sucking on your clit, you felt so sensitive it hardly took much to fall over the edge again and he still didnt stop until your third time and you couldn’t feel your legs.

“Holy shit” you said out of breath as he moved up your body to kiss you softly “did i hurt you?” You shook your head in response, moving your hand down his body, “no, you don’t have to”

“I want to”

He stayed hovering over you as you stroked him at an agonizingly slow pace. After a while you pushed him down to lay beside you and you continued to take your time. It felt so intimate. “I love you” you whispered onto his lips as you kissed him. “I love you too” he said with so much admiration in his eyes. You moved your lips down his body and kissed his tip gently “I’m close” he pushed his head into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut “please. Faster”

You obliged, moving you hand faster and taking him in your mouth, matching the pace of your hand. “Liza” he moaned quietly. You hummed around him in response. “I love you so much”. With a few more strokes he finished and you pulled off oh him, “i love you too” you said laying down on his chest “i cant feel my legs”

“Good” he said, wrapping is arms around you.

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todorokiaimee · 4 years

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Dopamine Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Hey, Sero! Thanks for hosting tonight,” Kirishima said as he pulled an ice-cold beer out of the fridge. “It’s been a long time since we had a guys night.”

Sero nodded as he looked over the Uno cards in his hand. “No problem dude. I’m always happy to pull you away from your old ball and chain.”

“Well, Marina and I are still a while off from the wedding.” Kirishima chuckled as he rejoined the game, the guys all gathered around Sero’s kitchen table.

“Fuck, don’t get him talking about Fish Sticks,” Bakugou grumbled. “He’ll never shut up.” Kirishima’s fiancé Marina had always rubbed Bakugou the wrong way but even he couldn’t deny the fact that they were made for each other. That fact aside, he still refused to call her by name.

“Speaking of little ladies…” The redhead smirked, before playing his card down on the pile. “Bakugou! Would you be so kind as to give us an update on your mystery woman?”

It had been a few days since Bakugou and Jada’s date. The blonde couldn’t deny the chemistry between them, but he was resigned to keep things casual for now. Love and hero work just didn’t mix. It’s only a distraction and gives your enemies something to use against you. Even so, he couldn’t get the dark-skinned beauty out of his mind ever since he first laid his eyes on her.

“Mystery woman?” Kaminari questioned as he played a draw 2 card. “The one he ditched us for on Mina’s birthday?”

“The one and the same,” Kirishima smirked, turning toward his friend. “Spill dude.”

Bakugou scoffed, playing his turn. “I don’t kiss and tell boys.”

“Boo you whore!” Kaminari laughed.

“We need to know more about the chick that effectively pulled you out of the booty call business.” Sero pushed as he took a drink of his beer.

I’m pretty sure I’m her booty call. But not for long. “I don’t owe you guys shit.”

“Can we get a name a least?”

“It’s Jada!” Kirishima confessed with a toothy grin.

“Jada!” Kaminari cooed. “First name basis already?! Things are getting serious!”

Bakugou only shrugged, drinking his beer. “She’s American so... not really.”

“Oh American!” Sero quirked a brow, laying down his card. “Taking a page out of Todoroki’s book, huh?” He smirked, sure he’d get a rise out his friend.

“I’m nothing like fucking Half n Half!” The ash-blonde barked.

“You don’t know what you’re missing with these American girls, Sero.” Kirishima smiled, laying down a wild card. “They’re so bold. Jada certainly isn’t letting Bakugou off easy. Oh, and I pick Blue.”

“Ooof I love it when they play hard to get,” The electric hero groaned, biting his lip. “Only makes me want them more.”

“We know.” The rest of the gang deadpanned.

Sero shook his head as Kaminari played a reverse card. “You went after Jiro for a solid 3 years before you got wise.”

“Oh, Jiro…,” Denki sighed lovingly. “The one that got away. I really thought we had an unspoken thing.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes with a grunt. “She was fucking gay you twat!”

“Well, I know that now! Also, can we talk about how hot she and YaoMomo are together? I mean damn.”

“I thought we were grilling Bakugou?” Kirishima interjected, playing a draw 4 card.

“Yeah,” Sero agreed, picking up his cards before playing his turn. “You’re not off the hook yet. Tell us!”

“Fuckin weirdos.” Bakugou hummed, leaning back in his chair. He never liked to talk about his exploits but he took pity on the guys. He was the only one of them actually dating besides Kirishima and his almost married stories were just a mushy love fest. “You know I only like the best so…” He smirked, looking around the room as his friends waited in anticipation. “She has this crazy body… like stacked. Legs for days. Piercings. Green eyes and smooth dark skin…”

“American and Black?” Kaminiari interrupted. “I sense a pattern here.” Sero shushed him, urging Bakugou to continue.

“She’s smart too. She fixed my gauntlet with just tools in her purse,” He chuckled, remembering her tinkering on his gauntlet with ease. “She’s unpredictable. Whenever I think she’s gonna go right, she goes left. It drives me fucking crazy but there’s something about her.” He paused, stroking the stubble of his beard as he mumbled. “She’s just different.”

The room fell silent as they looked at their explosive friend in awe until Kirishima finally said what they all were thinking. “Dude. You’re gushing. Like actually gushing about a girl.” He paused as a huge grin pulled at his lips. “You’re catching feelings!”

“The fuck I am!”

“Yes, you are! Ask me how I know.”

“I swear to God if you bring up Marina again I will--”

“You just called her Marina!” Kirishima laughed as his friend let loose a small explosion in his hardened face.

“Don’t be shy, dude,” Sero teased. “It’s about time actually. We were getting worried about you.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou grumbled. “Let’s get back to the game.”

“Okay, let’s hurry this up because I’m ready to move onto phase two of the night,” Kaminari said as he played another reverse card.

“What’s phase two?” The redhead asked as he played a reverse card back to Kaminari.

“It’s a surprise!”

“I’m probably gonna hate it but fine.” Bakugou huffed.

“Uno!” The electric hero cheered as he played yet another reverse card.

“Fuck!” Bakugou yelled as he looked over to his guilty-looking redheaded friend. “Shitty hair if you play another reverse I’m going to reverse your existence.”

“I’m sorry! That’s all I can play!” He grimaced as he laid down the card.

“And a wild card for the win!” Kaminari boasted, laying down his last card. “Fork it over bitches!”

The men all groaned as they took out their wallets, each tossing 10k yen onto the table. “Why were we playing and betting on fucking Uno anyway?” Bakugou mumbled.

“Because Denki doesn’t know how to play poker.” Sero huffed.

Kirishima chuckled. “Well, it worked out fine for him I guess…”

“Okay, it’s time for phase two!” Kaminari said as he pocketed the money. “We’re going to the strip club! I’m gonna take your money and make it rain!“

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Filing out of the uberX, the boys made their way to a seemingly everyday luxury building, Denki talking over his shoulder, “Guys you are going to love this place. It’s called The Secret Garden. Super classy and discrete.”

Sero laughed as he pulled out his ID, walking up to the bouncer at the door. “Dude all I need to know is are the girls hot?”

“Well duh.” The electric hero chuckled. “My girl Tiffany can throw it back.”

“I should probably call Marina and tell her the change of plans,” Kirishima mumbled apologetically as he took out his cell phone.

“Heh. Pussy.” Bakugou jeered as his friend stepped away to call his fiancé.

It was then that Kaminari looked amongst his friends as they all took turns showing their IDs. “Everybody’s got cash money, right? The ladies do not take cards. I found that out the hard way.” With an affirmation from the rest of the crew, Kirishima returned to the group, pocketing his cell phone.

“What did Fish Sticks say?” Bakugou asked the redhead with a smug smirk. “Do you have to go crawling back home with your dick between your legs?”

“She’s cool,” he shrugged. “She said I could browse the menu as long as I don’t order anything.”

“No lap dances for you then.” Sero laughed.

“That’s cool,” Denki said with a bright smile, leading everyone inside. “The main stage is where the best girls dance anyway.”

As the men made their way up to the mainstage of the club, Bakugou took a moment to gauge his surroundings. There was mellow house music pumping through the speakers has men and even a few women sat around in comfy chairs as gorgeous scantily clad women danced sensually on top of them or just talked with them seemingly enjoying their company. Strip clubs always made Bakugou vaguely uncomfortable but he couldn’t put his finger on just why. Maybe it was just the very public nature of traditionally intimate activities. It didn’t matter anyway, there was no way he was going to be seen as the prude of the group.

The group of friends all sat down around the edge of the main stage, each pulling out a healthy wad of cash to prepare for their first dance. Denki however, took it a step further as per usual. The hero pulled out a money gun, eagerly loading it up with his Uno winnings from earlier that night. As the others rolled their eyes at their eccentric friend, a petite pink-haired woman dressed in a frilly lace baby doll set walked up to the man with a sweet smile. “Mr. Kaminari welcome back! It’s been so long since you last came to play with us.” Sakura cooed as she batted her lashes.

“Princess! Good to see you! I’m sorry it’s been a while. Duty calls.” Denki smirked as he flexed his biceps, not so subtly. “Tiffany should be performing on the main stage tonight, right?”

“Umm, how many times have you been here?” Kirishima whispered to his electric friend.

“Sorry hun,” Sakura apologized. “She called in sick tonight. But my girl Nubia is about to go on. She always puts on an amazing show.”

“Nubia, huh?” Denki hummed as he scratched his chin. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of watching her dance. This should be fun!”

Bakugou sighed as he stood up from his seat. “I’m gonna go get a beer.” The man made his way back to the bar, the bartender taking his order as the lights on the mainstage went out, a woman crossing the floor. He hummed as he paid for his drink taking a sip as the MC’s voice rang through the speakers.

“Welcome back to the main stage our exotic beauty and tonight your faithful assistant, Nubia!”

As the lights lifted, Bakugou watched from the bar as the dancer stood on stage, her back to the audience. Dressed in tight office attire, she tossed random papers into the air as James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s World” played throughout the club. (https://youtu.be/ilMV5tu9bcQ)

And then she turned around.

No. Fucking. Way. The explosive hero nearly choked on his beer as he stared. He knew those dark locs and green eyes anywhere. The woman on stage was in fact, Jada Jackson.

He continued to watch from afar as she twirled around the pole to the music, slowly peeling off articles of clothing until she was left in a silver bra and thong set. He clenched his fists as he seethed watching her long legs wave in the air, her curves on full display. This can’t be happening. Bakugou willed himself to stay calm as his friends cheered her on, cursing under his breath as she finally rid herself of her metallic bra, leaving her chest bare to the world. It was then that Jada crawled across the stage floor, right up to his friends staring in awe.

Jada smirked as she went up to the blonde who had been very enthusiastic, shooting yen bills onto the stage with his money gun. Kaminari practically drooled as his eyes flicked from her full breasts to her green eyes and back again, “Good God, where have you been all my life?”

“Waiting for you, sweetheart,” Jada breathed as she moved her body seductively, her eyes flicking to the large wad of cash in his hand. “Is that for me?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Then slide it in, baby.” She smirked as she stretched out the band of her thong. Denki eagerly slipped the stack of bills into the band as she let out a lewd moan followed by a delighted giggle. “I love a nice thick one.”

Denki gulped, exploring all the possibilities in his mind. “Let me take you away from all this…”

Next, Jada turned her gaze to Sero, a nervous smile plastered across his face. “Look at that smile. Aren’t you a cutie.”

“T-thank you, ma’am.” He stuttered as he put his cash tip into her thong band as well.

“So polite. Thank you, sir.” Jada gave him a wink before crawling over to her next target, Kirishima. She giggled to herself as she knelt on her knees before him, his eyes refusing to look anywhere below her neck. “Someone looks a little shy.”

“Heh yeah… maybe a bit.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck timidly.

“Relax, honey. I don’t bite.” She purred as Kirishima laughed, showing off his pointy pearly whites. “Oh. But maybe you do.” Jada breathed as she came up with an idea. “I think I’d like these chompers right… here.” Just then, the ravenette grabbed his head, pulling his face into her large breasts, giving them a shimmy for added effect.

THE FUCK?! Bakugou couldn’t believe his eyes. He silently seethed as he chugged his beer. Here was his girl, the woman he had invested so much time and energy on, and his friends are ogling her freely. His palms popped and sparked as he crushed his beer can in his fist as Jada finished her dance, collecting her clothes and tips before disappearing into the back. The hero stomped back up to the stage with his eyes filled with rage, Denki taking notice of his friend.

“Dude! You missed the whole dance! I think I just met my future wife.”

“Shut the fuck up Kaminari.” Bakugou practically spat, as he walked up to another dancer. “Oi! The girl that was just on stage. When is she coming back out?”

The woman looked him up and down before giving the hero a playful smirk. “You want a dance, baby? I’d be happy to help you out.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He said dismissively. “When is Ja- Nubia coming back out?”

“I’ll go get her.”

The dancer turned on her heel with a sigh before walking backstage and into the dressing room. “Hey, Jada?” She looked around the small crowded area quickly finding the dark-skinned beauty amongst her fairer colleagues.

“Yeah?” She asked as she fixed her makeup.

“You got a request for a dance.”

“Really?” Jada mumbled, a smile pulling at her plump lips. “Must be my lucky night. I got some great tippers stageside tonight. Was it the skinny blonde one with the black streak in his hair?”

“No it was a blonde but he had a spikey undercut… super buff too.” The dancer hummed as she played with her hair. “Nasty attitude though so I would be careful. Should I tell Tanaka to keep an eye on him?”

“NO!” Jada yelled before quickly recovering, “Um I mean, I got it. I’ll be right out, just let me change into a new set.”

After quickly changing into a new navy bra and pantie set, Jada nervously made her way back onto the club floor, praying to whoever would listen. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. She held her breath as she looked around the room, a pair of ruby red eyes locking with hers instantly. Fuck it is him. Her heart dropped into her stomach as the ash-blonde walked up to her, practically steaming. “Hi handsome, you want a dance?”

“You’re just gonna act like everything’s fine? Really?” Bakugou fumed. “Were you ever gonna tell me?!”

“Okay! Sounds like you want a private dance! Follow me to the champagne room, sir.”

With a flip of her long dark locs, Jada led Bakugou out across the floor, his friends quickly taking notice. He ignored their cheers for what they thought would be a seductive dance at his request. Instead, their hoots and hollers only fueled his rage even more. Once inside the ultra-private champagne room, Jada was the first one to speak. “I can explain.”

“This should be rich, Dimples.”

“This is only temporary.”

“Temporary?” He scoffed as he crossed his muscular arms.

“Yes!” Even she knew she didn’t sound very convincing.

Bakugou laughed, rolling his eyes. “I swear to God if you tell me you’re only doing this to pay for law school or some bullshit like that--”

“I’m doing this to pay for a number of things that I’m not at liberty to discuss with you. And frankly, I don’t owe you shit!”

“Well, you’re so full of shit that you must have plenty to go around!”

Jada bit her lip as she let out a deep sigh. She really didn’t think she was going to have this conversation with him this soon if ever. “Look, I have to make a living, same as everybody else. When YOU go to the strip club someone has to dance for you. So obviously you were okay with that arrangement as long as your girl wasn’t on stage.”

“I didn’t want to fucking come! The point is you fucking lied to me!”

“I never lied to you.”

“You didn’t tell me the whole truth!”

“You didn’t ask the right questions.”

Bakugou groaned as he raked his hand through his hair, exasperated. “Fuck! I can’t believe you actually had me bragging to my boys about you. Me! Bakugou fucking Katsuki gushing over a woman.” The hero was so furious he was shaking. In fact, he was more than furious, he was embarrassed. “I sang your praises to my friends only for you to turn around and take your clothes off for them!” He laughed as he shook his head in disgust. “Oh, and you let my best friend motorboat you too. Can’t forget that.”

The ravenette paused, taking a step back, turning her eyes away from his burning gaze. “I’m not going to apologize for doing my job. You and friends came here to be entertained and I delivered.”

“I’m a Pro Hero for fucks sake!” Bakugou yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “I can’t date a stripper. Not knowing any extra off the street with a yen can see your goods.”

Jada paused, unsure of what to say. She wasn’t surprised by his reaction, but she didn’t expect the bite of his words to cut her so deep. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you were a bad idea. “Well, let me rid you of that problem. You won’t be seeing me anymore.” She said coldly before holding her hand out to him. “That’s 55,000 yen for the dance.”

“What?!” He barked in confusion.

“The champagne room is super private and luxurious. No cameras so as to not hurt your precious image.” She hissed as her nose began to tingle. “It costs more and my boss is expecting a cut.” Don’t you fucking do it, Jada. You will not cry in front of him. “I know you’re good for it so let’s not drag this out.”

The blonde scoffed, digging into this pants pocket to pull out his wallet. “I can’t believe I have to pay for a fucking fight,” he mumbled, taking out a wad of cash. “You didn’t even dance…”

“Yeah but like you said…” Jada said as she snatched the money from his hand. “Your boys enjoyed the show, didn’t they?”

To stop himself from completely losing his cool, Bakugou pushed past the woman and stomped back out onto the club floor. He sulked up to his group of friends, now watching a new dancer on stage. Kirishima was the first one to spot him, immediately noticing his abnormally hostile energy and his overly red face.

“Whoa! Where’s the fire, bro?”

“We’re leaving!” Bakugou bellowed, walking over to the door.

“Dude, what happened?” Sero asked as they all got up from their seats before following Bakugou out of the building. “Did you not like your dance? She was hot.”

“Did you like it a little too much?” Denki chuckled as he gave the ash-blonde a slap on the back. “Cuz I mean I wouldn’t blame ya. That’s a meal I’d eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou yelled, punching his well-meaning friend in the face, his frustrations finally getting the better of him. Stumbling backward, Kaminari held his nose in his hands as he groaned in pain.

“Katsuki! What the fuck dude?!” Kirishima shouted as he steadied the electric hero. “What’s the matter with you?”

“That was her!” Bakugou boomed as he paced the sidewalk.

“Who?”

“Jada!”

The men all stared at Bakugou blankly, not understand who he meant.

“The stripper…” he explained through gritted teeth. “Nubia. It’s fucking Jada!”

The group of friends all looked at each other in confusion until the reality of the situation finally clicked into place, all of them shouting at once, “FUCK!”

Meanwhile, inside the club, Jada left the champagne room with her head hung low as she silently counted the wad of cash from her almost beau. Eizan was right… I was stupid for even trying. With a sigh, she sauntered backstage to the dressing room, plopping down in her makeup chair. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice her best friend pull up a seat next to her.

“Wow, girl look at that fat wad! What did you have to do to get that?” Sakura asked cheerfully.

“Nothing…” Jada breathed, putting the cash away for safekeeping.

“Sweetheart, why do you look so upset? What happened? Did that guy do something to you?” The pink-haired woman quickly looked her friend over for any marks or bruises, her concern growing.

“No, I'm fine.” Jada insisted as she touched up her makeup, taking special care that her eyeliner and mascara were still intact. “I just got a reality check is all.”

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drunk-onsunlight · 3 years

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Day #8 of Promptmas

Chapter 8: How lucky that you dropped in (So nice and warm)

Summary:

Morgan knows Peter likes MJ and she is 67% sure MJ likes Peter too so she is trying to help them to get together for real and plans a snowball fight that ends up in them laughing a lot and holding hands

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Notes:

This chapter was the hardest to write. I wanted Morgan to show her own little world and what she experienced with the Starks and the Parkers and it ended up hell hard to make! But at the end it was very satisfying to me Also, while I'm psting this I'm writing the last chapter of this fanfic and I have so many mixed emotions. Happy because I managed to end a project and sad because I loved the journey with Peter and MJ so much. Hope you all have a great Christmas week and stay safe!

Concept: Outsider POV & Snowball fight & Board games Shenanigans

Dialogue: “Do not throw that snowball” & “It’s hand holding season”

December 23rd

Morgan’s POV

I know Peter likes MJ, it’s obvious. Everybody can see it, except the two of them. And I think MJ likes Peter, well, I’m not entirely sure but 67% at least. I have known Michelle since she moved in with Peter and at first she was a little quiet and she didn’t speak too much but that changed when we took the time to speak to each other. I saw everything that Peter said MJ is, beautiful inside out, intelligent, passionate and many other awesome things. And Peter is an amazing person too, that’s why he is my big brother.

A few weeks ago I heard my dad talking with my mom about how much Peter had changed. He was dating Gwen and everyone loved her, even MJ, but things went wrong on a fight and she died. After that, Peter had a bad time, May was really worried about him so my dad convinced him to start a new life, rent and apartment, find a roommate, keep working with the Avengers projects and get that master degree he always dreamed about. Then MJ needed a roommate and their new life started.

Peter was happy now, he spoke about MJ non-stop and another bit about Ned, Betty and May. He developed new suits and web shooters and his college was going great. Mom said that MJ seemed like a nice girl and that was good that Pete was better after what happened with Gwen.

Suddenly my dad told my mom he thought Peter and MJ were dating because it was impossible that they weren’t with all the things Peter told him about. For him, lots of things sounded like dates and a normal couple life, so maybe I confirmed that their plans seemed like dates and the way they looked at each other was more than platonic.

I never said they were dating but my dad decided to make a last minute holiday party and invite them as a couple, then, they could confirm or deny if they were dating or no. For my surprise, they say yes. Now I know it’s a fake relationship but their reason to do it was actually really weak. And that’s why they need to see they like each other! So here we are, all of us sleeping next to a beautiful bonfire.

Pete and MJ are cuddling under a blanket. Pete is hugging MJ from the back, his hand is covering MJ’s, their legs are intertwined and MJ’s curls are all over Pete’s face. I’m dying to see what happens when they wake up and find themselves in each other arms. This is gonna be fun.

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Update: yes! It was very funny! Peter woke up first and tried to take MJ’s curls out of his face so she woke up and when they saw their legs and how close they were, they both jumped like they were touching fire. I couldn’t hold the laugh

“You guys need to work on those details if you want to play like a normal couple”

“Good morning to you too Morgan” Peter said and MJ just made some unintelligible words

“Morning, Pete. Coffee MJ?” I know she is not a full person until her morning coffee. Peter told me that

“Ujum”

“I will take that as a yes. Help me, Pete?”

“Let’s go” we rise from the sand and moved inside the house to find May on the kitchen with my mom

“Hi, mom! Hey, May!” I hugged my mom and then then May while Peter greeted them

“Do we have coffee? MJ needs some caffeine or she will look like the Grinch” Peter was quietly hugging May

“We do. Peter, bring her some coffee and go find something warm. According to the news we will have snow in a few hours and we don’t want anyone getting sick” May told him and he moved away from her, served the hot coffee on a mug and went out again

“May, I’m really happy for Peter. Michelle is a really nice girl and they look really happy together. It’s really good to see Peter so bubbly and himself again” My mom told May and I could see she was speaking sincerely, we were all really worried about him after Gwen died. While they speak I search for something to eat when they talk caught my attention again

“I have known MJ since forever. She is my best friend’s niece. They even were our neighbors for a few years. Michelle has always been a lovely girl but her mom is not so nice I’m afraid. She was always judging Michelle for her life choices. That she was reading too much, that she wasn’t being girly enough, that she never had a boyfriend, so MJ kind of closed herself to everyone, except Ned and Peter” Wow, with May saying all of that I realized how lucky I am that my mom and dad always encourage me to be myself and not some made up version of what people want me to be. They know the weight of being a young Stark, heir of a massive company and part of a group of super heroes. People has expectations, some of them unrealistic

“I’m going to see if they want to play some board games with me. You can join if you want” I wanted to spend more time with Peter’s friends. I know how important they are for him

“Ok little one. Have fun. Maybe we will join later” I went out of the kitchen leaving my mom and May talking about lunch. I haven’t notice the hour but we definitely miss breakfast.

“Let’s play some board games!!!” I went out of the house and screamed my bright idea to Peter and MJ that were looking at the sea. They were snowflakes falling already

“No monopoly. That thing gets savage every time we play it” Peter had played with the Starks and let’s say maybe some houses were thrown at some point in the game. My dad is very competitive

“What about Uno? I like that one” MJ rose from the sand and cleaned her clothes before starting to walk with Peter to the house

“I love it! Set the table on the living room while I invite Ned and Betty”

“I’ll go to the kitchen. We missed breakfast. You need food, fruit, all of that, peanut!” Peter was an amazing brother, seriously.

I went to Ned and Betty’s room, knocked a few times and invite them to play. The door opened immediately

“Of course we would like to play, Morgan! We’ll be there in a minute” Betty looked amazing on a lovely red and white dress. She was all Christmas outfit. I took the opportunity and changed last night clothes before getting back to the living room with Peter, MJ, Ned and Betty.

“You can go take a quick shower and change while we set everything to play” Ned looked hype to be playing board games. MJ was right, they were huge nerds

“Thanks! I have sand all over my hair and it’s getting cold” MJ started to walk but I could tell she wasn’t sure about where to go

“Ned, can you show Peter your bathroom? I will show MJ the bathroom on the other room so we can play” I took MJ’s hand and lead her to the second floor where all the rooms were. Ned and Peter were following us. We parted ways but Ned had to take Peter’s bag so he could change his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later we were all together around the coffee table on the ground, ready to play. They all were speaking about how cold the day was but how beautiful everything looked. I could hear my mom with May in the kitchen laughing while my dad and Uncle Happy tried to cook something for everyone. A little secret it’s that actually Uncle Happy is very good at cooking and my dad learned a few things from him.

“Ok. Let’s start!” Ned was mixing the cards

“How many cards for each one?” Betty took the cards from Ned’s hands and started counting them waiting for an answer

“Seven” Peter and MJ spoke at the same time and the three of us just looked at them. I think Ned and Betty really believed the fake relationship thing, or maybe they are playing along too. Betty counted the cards and started to place them face down on the table in front of everyone

“Rules? Real ones or normal ones?” I had to ask them. People love to play by their own rules and totally ignore the real ones

“Wait, what?” Peter looked really confused

“Yeah. This game actually has point system. The first one to get 500 points wins” I explained to them and I could see everyone trying to make sense of the system points

“What about the Uno scream thing? Do you have to shout too the number of points you get? This doesn’t make any sense” MJ was examining her cards next to Peter

“You know what? Let’s forget about the points and play like everybody does” The points are actually quite weird and that’s why everybody ignores them

“Deal” The four of them answered at the same time. They are so weird

“Peanut? Would you like to go first?”

“Yeap. No problem” I chose my first card to be a yellow 8. Next to me was Betty and she went for a Red 8, it was Ned’s turn and he dropped a Red 4. It was Peter’s turn, he quickly picked a Red 9, put it on the pile and looked at MJ. She analyzed her cards and then the little pile, after a few seconds she decided to drop a Blue 9. It was quite an eventless round and it was like that for a maybe fifteen minutes. After that, things started to change. It was Peter’s turn and he dropped a +4 card.

“Are you kidding me, Peter?” MJ placed her two cards face down on the table and looked at Peter with amusement

“Oooohhh. This is finally getting spicy” Ned told Betty and me. I wanted to see what could happen

“I’m not letting you win, Em. Sorry” Peter looked everything but sorry

“I can see that! You are a terrible boyfriend” MJ looked indignant taking the 4 cards

“Now it’s getting personal” Betty spoke softly to us

“I’m a terrible boyfriend?! We are competing against each other, no couple rules apply”

“Peter that’s low” Ned was trying not to laugh at their exchange

“That’s no low, that’s clever” Peter was trying to defend himself and it was my turn to play so I helped MJ a little. I dropped a Reverse card and it was MJ’s turn again. She looked at me and I gave her a wink, I may have seen a few of her cards while she did her little tantrum at Peter. She took her card and before placing it on the pile turned to look at Peter. A Skip card was now at the top of the cards and Peter’s face showed his indignation. He had two cards on his hand, he was ready to scream Uno and he couldn’t

“Morgan!” Peter looked at me with even more indignation

“What did I do?”

“You traitor! You knew MJ had that card! You two are plotting against me! What is this? My little sister and my girlfriend ruining my game!” He was such a drama queen

“You just said it, loser. No couple rules in this game” We couldn’t help it, we started laughing at them. The round kept going with some change in colors and Betty giving me a +2 card. We kept playing and MJ took revenge on Peter several times and they made a little drama over who was the bad one and kept playing until Betty won.

“I hate this game” Peter dropped his two cards on the table for everyone to see them

“You sore loser!” MJ dropped her two cards and congratulated Betty

“You are a terrible player” Peter was actually very competitive and hated to lose

“Then let’s solve this tie” I had an amazing idea when I looked at the outside

“What tie? Betty won” Ned wasn’t seeing what I saw. They both have two cards, they played against each other, not with all of us and they were tie

“Yes. But they have two cards each. To know who’s a better player then I DECLARE A SNOWBALL FIGHT!” I started running to the door that leads us to the outside. Grab some snow and waited for the four of them to go out to kick Peter on the head with the ball I had in my hands

“Oh. It’s on, little one! You are going down! But first go find some gloves or you are going to freeze” He was extremely protective and totally right. So I ran back to the house, my gloves were on my room so I had to run the three stairs up, open the drawer on the nightstand and ran back to the beach.

When I walked outside the scene I found was adorable to say the least. Ned and Betty were throwing snowballs at each other while laughing and a little further Peter was on his back on the floor laughing while MJ prepared a huge snowball on her hands. She got ready to throw the ball but Peter got up off the ground

“Do not throw that snowball” Peter wanted to sound serious but his face was glowing with happiness and fondness

“No? What you gonna do to stop it? Loser” MJ’s voice demanded a challenge and Peter loves a challenge.

“Try me, Cat” New nickname I guess. But that changed MJ’s attitude, not a bad change, her back straightened and her feet started to move like she was floating in the snow. She balanced her snowball on both hands and threw it at Peter. He did a back flip and landed perfectly on his legs, a very Spider-Man move. If he was still trying to hide he was Spidey from MJ, he was doing a terrible job, but MJ didn’t look surprised either. I will have to talk to Peter later about that.

“Snowball fight!!!” My dad screamed and started running to make some snowballs and he threw one at me so I joined the fight with all of them. Soon, all of us were throwing snowballs at each other and laughing. After what seamed two seconds and not half an hour, more snow started to fall. My gloves were wet from the snow and everyone looked frozen but happy. I really love this season, it brings so much happiness to lots of people it’s amazing.

“Ok everyone!!! Let’s go inside! We need to eat something and change clothes” my dad shouted and everyone started to drop the snowballs they had in their hands, except MJ. She threw her snowball at Peter who had his back to her. He turned around and made a small snowball at threw it back at MJ but she moved away and he missed his shot. MJ was laughing so hard she was bent with her hands on her knees, suddenly she dropped to the ground and kept laughing

“Peter? Why is she laughing so much?” I had to ask. I was kinda worried. I have never seen MJ laugh so much

“She is mocking me, but don’t know why specifically” Peter was looking at her fondly

“Your hair is a mess!” MJ was calmer but some giggles escaped her mouth. She was right, Peter’s hair was all curls. He looked like he just got out of the shower and tried (and failed) to make his hair presentable

“Come on MJ. You are delusional, you need some food and warm clothes” He offered his hand to help MJ get up. When she was back on her feet they let go of their hands “You seriously need some warm clothes and something to drink, your hands are freezing”

“Well, the good thing is that it’s hand holding season and my brother can be a good boyfriend and hold your hand to help you warm up. Right Ned?” Ned turned around and I beckoned him to say yes

“After that weird exchange I’m worried about MJ’s health so please Peter, help my dear best friend to not lose her mind because she is freezing” God, I love Ned with all my heart

A little reluctant Peter offered his hand to MJ and with some visible doubt she took it. They seriously need to act more normal around each other when interacting as a couple if they wanted everyone to believe it. Actually, everyone thinks they are together but they needed to make the effort to keep everyone believing that.

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Thanks to @spiderman-homecomeme for Promptmas

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #ned leeds #betty brant #michelle jones mcu #peter parker mcu #tony stark #pepperony #pepper pots #may parker #happy hogan

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Game Night at Kuroo’s

Description: despite the suggestions of social distancing, Kuroo Decides to have a game night in with his third gym buds at his apartment that he shares with his s/o. This is what ensues

Requested: yes! I actually took two requests from one of our lovely followers @psychoarrogant and have combined them into one. “A scenario where the Gym 3 boys hang out for the day?” and “ How about a quarantine scenario with Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi? 😂 I can feel the chaos already.”

So I hope you all enjoy! This one is for you love. Thanks for the support and love on this blog. 💕 💕 💕

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Quarantine, Coronavirus, COVID-19, any other variation of this pandemic that had brought a new sense of ‘normal’ to your lives was enough to drive nearly anyone crazy at this point. For Kuroo Tetsuro, the lack of interaction with his friends was getting to him. Not to say he hasn’t enjoyed the quality time he gets to spend with his beautiful girlfriend Y/N, but let’s be honest, you both are ready for something to change.

Which is why Kuroo has decided to create some chaos. It’s not like he didn’t want to break the rules or anything. He just thought it could be fun to have a game night. They could practice social distancing in their two bedroom apartment..for the most part. Well, he wouldn’t have suggested the idea if he thought that it would cause problems. And besides, his friends didn’t have to say yes either, so everyone was in agreement here.

Fast forward to the day of the game night. Kuroo and you had spent the afternoon cleaning and organizing things, and had already made a mask covered trip to the grocery store for groceries..and maybe a few extra groceries to compensate for the 5 volleyball players that were about to show up and take over your place. You had also gone back and forth with getting a mixture of board games, card games, and video games pulled out to choose from for the evening of fun.

The first to arrive were Bokuto and Hinata both having come from the same train station. “Hey Hey Hey! Kuroo! Y/N! Are you guys ready to get your butts kicked at whatever games we decided to play tonight?” Bokuto exclaimed lifting you up into a big hug before spinning around and setting you down, laughing at the actions.

Kuroo immediately found himself smirking at the challenge “Oh? Is that you already sealing your fate then? We haven’t even discussed games yet and you are over here over confident in your abilities.”

“He’s right Bokuto-San! You can’t walk into their home spouting that you are gonna win it all. You forgot they invited me here too and I don’t plan on losing!” Hinata shouted, also rising to the challenge.

“Bokuto is really over here being over confident as usual. That doesn’t really surprise me.” everyone turned at the new voice, recognizing it as belonging to Akaashi Keiji. The former setter shaking his head already at Bokuto’s excitement. Lev peeking his head in behind him, waving and going over to challenge Hinata. It was already going to be a night full of competition, and the games hadn’t even begun yet.

“Akaashi! Do you not have faith in my abilities anymore?” Bokuto pouted going over to Akaashi who merely fixed him with a bored expression. Choosing to come over to you instead.

“Here Y/N, I brought some drinks and cups for us to share for the night. I figured you and Kuroo probably prepared a lot for us and the least I could do was offer something to go along with it.”

You smiled and took the bag from him “Thank you Akaashi, that is so thoughtful of you, I appreciate it and will get it all set out.”

After about 10 minutes of the boys catching up, Kuroo looked at his watch and frowned at the door. “Oi, I have never known Tsukki to be late, did we tell him the right time?”

Amidst the comments your friends made about their tall salty blonde friend you shook your head at your boyfriend “he knows. I reminded him this afternoon of the time. Maybe he’s not coming?”

“Hey Hey, if he doesn’t come let’s go find him and drag him to game night. It wouldn’t be the same without our Tsukki-poo here.” I’m so sorry. I had to pay homage to this hilariously dubbed nickname Bokuto exclaimed, standing up quite literally ready to go find their friend and drag him out from wherever he was ‘hiding.’

“How many times do I have to tell you to please stop calling me that Bokuto. It’s such a god awful nickname.” Tsukishima Kei announced his arrival with that exasperated comment, grimacing at Bokuto’s name.

“Tsukishima! You made it! You’re late!” everyone commented, bounding towards the poor blonde boy who couldn’t escape the grasp of his old third gym members who surrounded him, pulling him further into the apartment.

“Perfect! Now that Tsukki is finally here, we can get started on our game night.” Kuroo announced, choosing a few games to start the night with.

After many rounds of Uno, ending in the table almost being flipped by Bokuto for the third time after having to draw +14 cards (or so he says) since everyone seemed to have draw two cards to stack onto the pile whenever he started it, the group moved onto other board games, eventually turning to video games as the night went on. Splitting into teams of 3 v 3 it was tied with wins on both sides, the tie settled with a sly hand from Akaashi catching Kuroo off guard, ending the match with a final win.

The night drew on and everyone was getting a little antsy, ready to blow off some steam from winning, or losing games and couldn’t seem to agree on a game to play.

“We could play another round of Uno? Or a different card game?” Lev offered, that was a game he actually didn’t completely fail at and wouldn’t be too upset if they decided to play that again.

“Oh hell no. No way are we playing Uno again.” Bokuto threw out snorting at the suggestion.

“He just doesn’t want to take the chance of seeing another draw 2 card ever again.” Tsukki snickered as Bokuto turned on him at the comment, denying the accusation.

You smiled at the bickering, looking outside at the sandpit across from your apartment. You and Kuroo had been lucky enough to move into an apartment that was placed at a dead end, an open field and ditch splitting the other side. But you had been told that the sandpit had been used for sand volleyball at one time and was open for you to use whenever you wanted. That sounded like a perfect way to continue with the game night and get everyone’s overactive energy to settle down a bit.

“What about a friendly game of 3 v 3 sand volleyball edition?” you suggested turning back to the group of boys who all stopped to turn and look at you. “I can keep score for you guys” you added suddenly blushing at the gaze of the 6 boys staring at you.

“Y/N! That sounds like a great idea! Let’s do it!” Bokuto cheered, Kuroo cheering with him. Those two and Hinata were the first to run to grab their shoes.

“but it’s like 10pm and dark out, how are we going to even see to play?” Tsukki asked peering out the window at the darkened pit.

“Don’t worry Tsukki my boy, there is a street light over there that is controlled by a switch. We just have to flip it on and give it a few minutes to brighten up and then we will be good to go” Kuroo explained tossing him his shoes to put on. “Now come on. Don’t dawdle everyone else is already ready to go over there.”

He wasn’t wrong. Hinata, Lev, and Bokuto were already out the door making their way to the ditch to hop over and get the light on. Akaashi following them, questioning if it was really okay to just jump the ditch to go play.

Tsukki let out a sigh but put his shoes on “I guess if everyone else is going to play, it wouldn’t be fair to make it uneven.” he said feigning uninterest. But you and Kuroo knew better. Of course he wouldn’t pass up a chance to play.

Kuroo took your hand and led you out the door behind Tsukishima, swinging your hand in his “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this idea early Y/N. You really come up with the best ideas on the spot don’t you?” he praised, looking down at you with that goofy and adorable grin of his.

“I can’t believe you would pass up the opportunity to play volleyball with all of them here at once. It’s not often we have other people able to come play. Were you that focused on winning your other games that you didn’t think of the ultimate game for game night in an apartment full of volleyball players?” you teased, earning a look from Kuroo before being swept off your feet and thrown over his shoulder as he jumped the ditch to get the other other side.

You laughed and lightly smacked his back “Put me down you dork! That was unexpected and unnecessary!” you exclaim as everyone laughed at the sudden sight the dark haired boy had created.

He set you back down on the ground but not before giving you a kiss “cheer me on okay babe? You know I wouldn’t lose on my own personal court.”

That comment drew out the cocky and confident responses of all the boys, turning the conversation to splitting up into teams. The next few hours were spent playing many 3 v 3, and even paying homage to traditional sand volleyball and doing a few of 2 v 2 rounds. The rest of the evening enjoying doing what everyone here loved to do. Which lead to 6 exhausted and sand covered boys to end up crashing in the living room of your apartment around 3 am when they decided they couldn’t go on any longer. It would mean cleaning up sand for the next few weeks more than likely but it couldn’t have been a better way to end a much needed night with friends in the middle of these trying times.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little third gym party. Despite what was written here, I hope you all are doing the best you can to take care of yourselves during this time! Remember to wash your hands and if you feel sick stay home! You are more important than any job or requirement that could keep you from wanting to stay home and get better. Much love to you all dearies! Stay safe out there! ~Admin Crow 💚

#Haikyuu Scenario #for the lovely @psychoarrogant #Third Gym #Kuroo x Reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #Bokuto Koutarou #Akaashi Keiji #Hinata Shouyo #Haiba Lev #Tsukishima Kei #bestest of the best boys #I love third gym #Karasuno #Nekoma #Fukurodani #Haikyuu!!#Hope you guys enjoy!#Admin Crow

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sebthesnipe · 4 years

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Creative Block Part 2

Back by popular demand!

Part one can be found on tumblr here, or AO3 here

Part two can be found on AO3 here as well.

Thank you to @atomiktaco for the original idea and inspiration!

Now on with the show!!!

Four day, sixteen hours, forty-seven minutes and counting. All things considered it was not the longest amount of time Roman had been stuck there and it certainly wasn’t the worst. Not when he had such wonderful friends. Still, the seclusion was taking its toll and he was fairly certain that they could feel it as well.

At first, the other three sat with him as a group. They would chat on about this or that, make jokes, laugh and carry on as if nothing was wrong. Then they would leave. They claimed it would only be briefly but each time Roman was left along he felt as if time had stopped; as if he were forced into a parallel universe where nothing made sense and his friends would never return! He could feel the cold lonely fingers of (very) early dementia creeping up his spine.

Then… They would return and they would continue on as if nothing were amiss.

Eventually, with Creativity out of commission, the other sides’ duties began to demand more and more of their time. Roman half expected them to forget about him. He wouldn’t blame them of course. Yet, instead of leaving him again, Logan set up a rotating schedule so that someone would be present at all time. The relief and joy Roman felt at the knowledge of his friends’ caring attentive thoughtfulness brought him to tears.

Patton volunteered to be the first watch. The sweet sugary man certainly brought enough sunshine and dad jokes with him to have Roman cracking a smile despite his un-princely state. The would try and play Uno and Go-fish though Roman couldn’t see the cards, forcing Patton to call out the cards in his hands to him (which ultimately made for a strange game indeed); or Patton bring up stories Roman had told him once or twice, or the memories of the things Thomas created. It was an obvious attempt to both comfort and inspire the Creative Side, though it never seemed to quite manage it.

The first time Patton left to collect Logan, Roman panicked. The walls seem to close in on him once more and the pressure in his chest seemed to increase until it couldn’t move to breathe (not that he needed to).

Somehow, when the Logical side arrived, he seemed to simply know Roman’s emotional state without a word being spoken. Logan took his time in calming the man. He talked in a low even voice, instructing Roman to focus on his breathing (a technique Roman had witness him using on Virgil countless times). At first, the Prince seemed to resist but as he slowly came down from his panicked state, he managed a small murmur of thanks to the other side.

Afterwards Logan had sat with him, discussing the designs for a small clock that sat just outside the door and would inform Roman of the time or count down for him. Logan reassured the man that it would assist in calming them if there was a need for the sides to leave him for any amount of time. Roman could never thank the man enough.

Virgil visited him next. The anxious side seemed to be having almost as much trouble as Roman. Virgil reassured Roman that everyone was doing their best, but his voice was unusually distorted. The darker side seemed to be at war with his own demons, trying to keep himself together in Roman’s absence.

At first, they would talk here and there about music or movies but as Virgil’s voice worsened, he became more and more silent. Eventually he stopped speaking all together and they would just sit, each with their back against the door, listening to his newest play list.

The first two days went on like this without a hiccup. Roman could time his three friend’s rotation almost to the second. Until…

“Wall-E what time is it?” he called to the little clock outside his door.

“The time is two twenty-seven A.M.” it called back making him frown. Virgil was almost half an hour late. That did not bode well.

“Getting tired of talking to dear old Dad already, Kiddo?” Patton’s voice teased lightly.

“Its not that Padre.” Roman sighed, checking his frayed and stained reflection in the mirror. He would give almost anything just to have the power to summon some new clothes or a shower.

“You’re worried about Virgil.” Patton supplied for him, his frown obvious in his voice. “He /has/ been taking it pretty hard. You’re usually right by his side to calm him whenever everything becomes too much for him. Without his rainbow knight in sparkling armor he’s been a little lost.” he admitted. “But don’t worry Kiddo! I’m sure everything is going to be fine! Me and Lo are going to take real good care of you both!”

Despite Moralities reassurance a sense of dread began to settle over them all. They could feel Thomas’ anxiety growing; and with Virgil’s absence it meant that the darker side was worried about his control slipping. Everyone was walking on eggshells.

The days continued on, Logan and Patton taking turns to keep Roman company. He was almost certain that they didn’t bother disturbing Virgil. When Anxiety got this bad it was best to leave him be and allow him to focus on his coping mechanisms. Roman owed them all so much for everything he was putting them through.

Unfortunately, during one of Logan’s sessions with Creativity he was pulled away. Tax season was coming up and Thomas was determined to do it on his own this year; which meant overtime for their Logical side.

“Wall-E, how long has it been since I set the timer?” Roman called.

“Ten minutes and fourteen seconds.” the robotic voice came.

That was it? Just ten minutes?! He wasn’t sure how long he could take this. Maybe if he could get ahold of Morality somehow? Then again, he knew the man was working hard in his absence as well. Thomas’ dream were usually Roman’s and Logan’s responsibility. They would shift through all of Thomas’ memories for the day and while Roman processed them through his creativity, Logan would file them away for Morality. Patton however, was doing his best to pick up the slack now that the Creative side was locked away. The poor guy was no doubt exhausted.

“Wall-E, what time is it?” Roman called again.

“Half past a dolphin’s butthole and a quarter ‘til its snout.” the robotic voice replied making Roman pause in surprise. It took a moment before the words truly sank in and Roman gave a heavy sigh.

“Remus.” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. This was the last thing he needed. “What are you doing here?”

Without warning the door burst open and the other half of Thomas’ creativity strode into the room, a large grin splitting his face.

“I can’t just visit my favorite brother?” he asked. Roman wasn’t quite sure how to answer the very green man. His gaze was glued to the door, his mind trying to figure out how the other had managed to get it open. “You look wonderful!” he chirped, bouncing on his heels excitedly “And you smell like my dirty socks! Grunge really does suit you!”

“Remus how did you…” Roman began, trailing off in his confusion as he pointed towards the door.

Remus glanced over his shoulder at the polished wood and shrugged before hurrying over to Roman’s vanity and sitting down to bush his grim covered locks.

“Deceit told me you were stuck in here… Though it took me a few days to get it out of him; the sly snake.” Remus giggled. “He really can be a handful.” The words were spoken almost affectionately.

Roman still didn’t respond, or even complain about the clumps, of what he assumed was soot?, Remus was getting in the bristles of his favorite brush. Instead he rushed to the door and stepped out, paused, stepped back in. This had to be some sort of trick.

“Oooo! Lipstick!” Remus applauded excitedly before biting down on the red cylinder.

“Remus, how did you get in here?” Roman demanded finally. The other glanced up at the tone and rolled his eyes before standing, still chewing on the crimson substance.

“Despite the fact that you try to deny it, Roman. I /am/ Thomas' creativity as well.” he pointed out. “I was locked in my room for two days before I managed to get out. Best sleep I’ve had in ages!” he grinned, red staining his teeth. “I was enjoying my time alone so much I was sad to see it go. I figured you would be too.” Remus shrugged before moving to start digging in Roman’s dresser, absently tossing the clothes (that hadn’t been in there a moment ago) onto the floor. “But I could feel Anxiety starting to lose control and das no good for anyone.” he shrugged absently. “So, here I am, saving the day.”

“But how?!” Roman demanded again, earning another giggle from behind that horrid mustache.

“Oh, I just gave Thomas the most wonderful urge to paint two dogs going at it on the empire state building.” he grinned triumphantly. “And Logic actually allowed it to go through. You should see it, it was a masterpiece!” he bounced on his toes, applauding once more.

“Later brother… I promise.” Roman reassured, his own grin appearing for the first time in ages. “I need to go check on Virgil!” he added, already rushing through the open door and sprinting down the hall.

Remus stood among the piles of clothes, staring after his brother for a long moment before shrugging and surveying the room.

“I wonder if he still has those bath bombs…. I could go for something savory…” He mumbled to himself as he headed for the closet.

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stellar-alley · 4 years

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Everfalls

•Chapter 17•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: The Losers attend the school's annual field trip to a small island. What possibly could go wrong?! )

The next morning Richie drove the two Ancestors to school in time to meet up at the required time before the bus leaves at 6.

“What animal schedules a school trip at 6 am?” Richie groaned as he parked at his normal spot in the school parking lot. Once the engine was off Richie finally turned to look at Eddie but quickly glanced down at their hands that were intertwined on the console between them.

After the fight and Richie’s terrible impressions, they eventually made up; they both mentally agreed that they can’t risk separating at this point, especially with the trip in literal hours.

“Well we’re here, we can’t bail now,” Eddie shrugged as he looked from Richie, out into the rising sun over the horizon. “Come on, let’s go puppy.” Eddie requested with a smirk as he opened his door, nearly took a step out before he looked over to Richie for help, his big doe eyes shining in the morning sun.

Richie smiled warmly before he hopped out, went to Eddie’s side and took his hand in his to help him down. “M'lady,” Richie said as Eddie stepped down beside him.

In response he got a slap on the shoulder, “Trashmouth” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag from the back and stepped aside to allow Richie to retrieve his own before they closed the trunk and made their way towards the school.

The rest of the Losers could be seen by the bleachers not too far away from where the teachers were rounding up all the other students who were going on the trip.

“Sup Losers!” Richie called out as he and Eddie approached the others.

“Hey Rich, glad you could make it.” Bev shot him a smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette.

“I don't think any of us have ever seen you up before 8.” Mike joked, he turned to Eddie and asked, “Did you have to lure him out of bed with like a 6 shot of coffee?”. Mike didn’t make jokes like that often, but when he did, they were good.

Richie let out a bark of laughter and slapped his thigh, “Aha! Mikey gets off a good one. No but seriously imma pass out on the bus wake me up when it’s time to go home”. No one was sure whether he was being serious or not…

It was a miracle that all of the Losers were conveniently going on this trip. It was an English trip that was always accompanied by the Creative Writing class, which was taught by Mrs. Stuart. So Richie, Eddie, Ben and Stan were all in English together while Bev, Bill and Mike took the creative writing class.

While they awaited for further instructions from their teachers, the teens talked about random gossip they’d heard recently or rant about family/school life. Almost everyone had something to add, almost. Bill nodded and looked interested, yet he never spoke, well unless he was spoken to but everyone got the vibe that he wanted to be left alone (which was correct). So he stood slightly behind Stanley, so close that the taller boy could feel Bill’s heavy sigh on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down Stan’s spine.

When it was time to line up to get onto the bus, the Losers were the first in line. It allowed them to get the luxury of the back seats. Bill claimed the window seat of the second last seat, Stan slid in beside him, the two boys almost immediately fell asleep, Bill head rested on Stan’s shoulder while Stan’s rested on top of Bill’s. Mike claimed the seat behind them, the back seat. He sat on the edge with his feet in the aisle to face his friends. Richie and Eddie took one back seat while Ben and Bev claimed the one in front of them.

Everyone got settled and ready for the hour (or so) ride ahead. Suddenly, Ben whipped out Uno, things just got interesting.

“Don’t you fucking dare do it” Eddie glared daggers at Richie who slowly placed a pick up four card on top of the privious Uno card.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie swore as he tossed the rest of his cards down onto the pile.

Richie couldn’t hold back his laughter as he watched Eddie fume and sulk in the corner. Ben and Bev joined in as they sat on their knees and leaned over the back of their seat and into Eddie and Richie’s area.

“Wanna play another round?” Ben inquired as Eddie shook his head.

“I’m tired- plus if this ass hat pulls another plus 4 card out I’m going to kill everyone on this bus, then myself” Eddie said in a joking tone.

Once Bev and Ben were turned around and settled back into their seat, Eddie leaned his head against the window and his hands on his knees.

Neither of them could deny the fact that they both felt a little claustrophobic on the bus, their Ancestral sides craved to break out and run free. They felt too big for their bodies, like their skin was stretching and their bones were aching.

Richie examined the other Ancestor, the morning sunlight made his freckles shine like stars in the night sky. As much as he wanted to count each and every one of them, his attention was caught by something that rippled over Eddie’s hand. He looked down and noticed how the veins on Eddie's hands, the ones that usually go unnoticed, were dark, almost black. As if someone had injected a black ink like iquo into his veins. Richie quickly slapped a hand over Eddie’s.

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the hand that Richie held. “It’s okay Rich, it happens on the full moon sometimes. Usually not this early on in the day but- later on it’ll get worse. For the both of us” A grime wave passed over Eddie's eyes as he looked at Richie.

Richie shook his head, slowly, and carefully took Eddie’s hand in his and lifted it up to his face where he kissed the back of his hand, black veins and all.

Eddie blushed, leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of Richie’s neck. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and held him close. “Get some shut eye, we’ve still got a ways to go…”.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen” Mr Brock said as he stepped off the bus, ahead of the students. “Woah one by one” He instructed as the students began rushing out of the bus.

The losers were the first ones on, that mean they would be the last ones off. Seeing the cliffs, the long green grass, the water that came with the salt in the air, Eddie and Richie were dying to get out and be one with nature. Their extra energy had them bouncing in their seats as they waited for the line up to slowly make its way out of the bus.

“Tag” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear the moment he stepped off the bus. Immediately afterwards he started sprinting away from the bus, his Ancestral blood pumping through his veins, a certain weight lifted off their shoulders as they ran out in the open. Richie had ran in a circle around their group of students before Eddie quickly caught up and slapped his back-

“Boys calm down!” Mrs. Stuart, called out with a small glare.

Richie halted, Eddie ran into his back. They both turned and giggled like little school girls. “Good one Rich, getting us in trouble before the tour even starts” Eddie mumbled as Richie elbowed him back in response.

Soon a representative from the island came to talk to them and explain how they’d go to the main castle and that’s where they’d meet the tour guide. During that time, Riche took a moment to survey his surroundings.

The wind blew in soft bursts through the tall lush grass on the outskirts of the small city, which consisted of the main building, which could’ve been called a small castle by the way it looked from the outside. Not only was it a castle but it also dubbed as a hotel. But there were also about 20 houses and some general stores. Beyond the main city area, the grass flowed out onto the gravel beaches and into the white waves. Farther out, down a hill there would be ruins of the original city that once laid there. All that was left were tunnels, caves and cement foundation.

“Now this would be a cool place to spend a full moon…” Richie’s voice drifted off as he imagined it in his head.

“Hmm sure” Eddie replied without taking his eyes away from the teacher who was speaking.

“Seriously though! Imagine it, running wild in the ruins, frightening the villagers” Richie jokes. Eddie rolled his eyes, Richie sighed, “Okay what about the beach? You can’t say you haven’t imagined spending a full moon out by the water” he reasoned as he looked at Eddie straight on.

Eddie’s arms that had once been crossed were now down by his sides, “Even if I did, it’s not like we can, our safest option is to just spend it with your dad. We cannot risk getting caught, not now” he huffed.

The wolf knew the rabbit had a point, but he couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to live like the Ancestors had before, at one with nature.

“So if you would kindly follow me into the lobby where you will be introduced to your tour guide for today” The man explained as he led the group through the little town area that separated them from the castle.

All the students oowed and awed at the old fashioned buildings that sat on either side of the road they walked on. Everything was made out of red burgundy bricks, wooden rooftops and white fences.

“It is kinda cool…” Eddie mumbled to Richie.

The group approached the castle and noticed the professional looking lady that stood on the front steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to our quaint little island of Balmoral” The lady held her arms out to welcome the students before she continued her speech. “This island is protected by the ocean on all sides, the only way of accessing it is during the day while the tide is low. So our time is short, that’s why I’m so glad we get to have you all hear for the limited time between high tide, shall we begin?”.

“That’s what I was saying! Come on Eddie spaghetti you really need to start listening to me-“ Richie was cut off when he ran into Eddie who was walking infront of him, but had ubrutly stopped. “Woah what’s up spaghetti-“

“Shut up trashmouth” Eddie hissed, his eyes wide, body frozen in shock. Before Richie could question him further, Eddie took a few swift steps and practically hid behind Richie’s taller figure.

“Shut up- Shut up shut up!” Richie turned to face Eddie who shrank back, away from Richie touch. His voice was low and anxious, he was almost shaking as his eyes finally met.

“Woah what’s going on. Eddie talk to me” Richie whispered low enough for only Eddie to hear. To comfort Eddie, Richie reached his hand out and placed it on the back of the other’s head, sliding his fingers under Eddie’s beanie and into his hair. He felt Eddie physically melt into his touch

Eddie hesitated before he Began, “T-That lady is-“.

“Everything okay?” Mike asked with concern as he came up from behind them.

“A-Asthma” Eddie gasped as he started waving his hand around as if he were gesturing for someone to give him something.

Richie rapidly clued in on what Eddie was gesturing to. He did that dance when you check your pockets, he tried his inner jacket pocket, outer jacket pocket, amd both of his pant pockets. Then hre remembered where he kept it and leaped to open his bag’s back pocket. Quickly he yanked Eddie’s spare inhaler from the pocket, shook it rapidly and handed it to Eddie.

The rabbit barley had any time to question why Richie had it before he popped it in his mouth, one pump, two pumpes. Finally his breath slowly began to return.

“I-I’m okay” Eddie breathed, releaved to be able to have his breath back.

“Always prepare, right Rich?” Mike clapped him on the back, shooting him a proud smile before he went to catch up with the rest of the Losers who were at the front of the group. Stan had noticed Eddie’s little attack and instead of leading the rest of the group towards the ancestors, he suggested they go towards the front to hear what the tour guide had to say, in hopes that they wouldn’t notice what was happening.

Eddie and Richie stayed behind as they turned to face eachother.

“What the hell is going on?” Richie demanded with a serious tone.

“Me? Why the hell do you have my spare inhaler? I knew I lost this thing!”.

“I took it to be prepared for exactly this” Richie said.

Eddie began theoriesing, “But my asthma never fucking acts up anymore so why-“.

Richie sntached the inhaler out of Eddie’s grasp and shoved it back into his pocket, “OKay I was worried? Sue me. What the fuck happened in the first place?”.

It was almost as if Eddie had forgotten what he’d seen only minutes before. “That lady, the fucking tour guide, is in the council-“

“WHAT!” Richie exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention in doing so. The students, teachers, and the lady tour guide all turned to stare at the all too shocked teenage boy and his smaller, feistier boyfriend. “What do you mean this was Shakespeare's summer cottage! That’s so cool” Richie joked as he forced a laugh. Thankfully his shitty performance made everyone feel awkward enough to look away as the tour guide continued her introduction.

“Jesus trashmouth” Eddie groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Not the time Kasbrak, you've got some explaining to do” Richie rubs the back of his kneck as he closes his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the emarrasment he just endured.

“That lady is Elizah Brightmoon, she’s the leader of the fucking council” Eddie stressed.

Richie raised his eyebrows, “What? How the hell is she here?” He interrogated.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? What are we supposed to do! If she sees me I’m as good as dead. And we both know they wouldn’t mind that” Eddie glanced away, behind Richie’s shoulder to look at the tour guide, Elizah. She was explaing the plan for their day.

“Call your parents they must know what to do” Eddie waved wildingly at Richie who proceeded to search for his phone.

The teen found his phone in his inner jacket pocket and quickly dialed his dad’s mobile number which Went had him memorize when he was a kid. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the beep and a robotic voice tell him that he’s ‘Out of range of any cellular towers’ and that he should ‘please find the nearest cellular tower to continue your call’.

“Shit, I don’t have service” Richie groaned as he ran his hand over his snapback, carful not to reveal his wolf ears.

“What does that mean?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow as he had yet to grasp all of the human’s concepts of technology.

“I-I can’t call them. We’re on our own” Richie realized.

“Now if you’d follow me then we can begin our tour of the castle” Elizah began as she moved into the castle. The group slowly followed behind her, Richie and Eddie shared a look or worry before they tilted their heads down and followed behind everyone else.

The tour actually went fairly well, once they were shown the main lobby of the castle, Mr Brock split them up into two groups, one group went with Eliza while the other went with Mr Brock and Janet, one of the other tour guides who was, according to Eddie ‘some random lady he didn’t know’.

By the power of lucky, or magic, Eddie and Richie were put into the group led by Janet. Aside from the two being nearly overwhelmed by worry, they were actually kinda able to enjoy the tour with their friends.

First Janet led them through the castle, citing off random facts about its creation and the builder. Which The Losers mostly listened to, Rich and Bev made jokes about what the creator probably really did in each room, Eddie complained about how dirty everything probably is (and worried about the whole council thing). Ben, Stan and Mike actually listened and tried to take notes. Bill tried to as well but he couldn’t help but notice how tense Richie and Eddie had become.

Sure things were tense between Eddie and Bill (Richie too, even though Bill didn’t know Richie’s secret, he was still on edge), but it was as if they made a mental agreement to stay on opposite ends of their group and keep to limited conversation if any.

Before they left the castle, Janet showed them around the lobby. The room was massive, and very fancy. White tiled floors, high ceilings with intricate designs made of gold and silver. In the middle was a massive crystal chandelier that hung elegantly from the ceiling. In the main area of the lobby there were couches and love seats for people to sit or wait, the main desk, and in the back there was an almost museum like set up.

The tour guide held her hand out to show off the display cases infront of her as she led toe group towards the back of the lobby. “Here we have our artifact sections. Everything here had an important part in Balmoral’s creation, from the first shovel that broke dirt to the last weapon that was used as defense” Janet paused in the middle of the mini musem to allow the students to wander and look at the artifacts.

There were about 10 display cases that house various items, shovels and pickaxes as Janet described, as well as old knives, daggers, rusty old guns. But one gun in particular caught Bill’s eye, it looked newer, cleaner and shinier. A familiar small patch of rust around the mussel.

Old memories flooded his mind as he recalled the various times his father had sat him down and told him his latest and greatest story from the most recent hunt. Bill’s lips unconsciously curved into a grim smile, his eyes became a little wateryer as his hand brushed overtop of the glass casing. It couldn’t be, it can’t be…

A hand landed on his shoulder, breaking Bill out of his thoughts, “You okay Big Bill?” Mike asked curiously.

Bill quickly wiped at his eyes, catching any tears that might have managed to escape during his emotional moment. “Yep, yep. A-All good” Bill nodded, turning away from the case to face the rest of the group.

“Wanna go check out the murals?” Mike inquired, already steering Bill in the direction of the paintings.

After the castle Janet showed them outside through the big glass doors in the back of the mini musem. From there she took them around the fields surrounding the town. Mr. Brock gave them a mini lecture of the history behind the island and it’s original purpose while the students listened and took notes as it would help with their final project. The teacher explained that the final project would have the students do a presentation on one of the town’s famous stories that they’ve picked up on the trip. Balmoral was famous for various pieces of lore and make believe creatures, so the students had a lot to choose from.

The group was already sat outside so when the teacher announced it was time for lunch they simply opted to stay outside and eat on the lush grass by the water.

“Guys I’m kinda feeling a little uh homesick, might go on a walk, anyone want to join me?” Richie urburtly stood up.

“Yeah, love to” Eddie pipped up.

“OKay good, thanks, bye guys” Richie waved and they were off before anyone else could get a word in.

“Well that was normal” Beverly noted as she took a bit of her sandwich.

Stan inhaled and let out a loud sneeze, “Allergies”, he brushed it off.

Bill kept an eye on the two who were walking away from the group. He leaned over to Stan “Keep an e-eye on the-them, something isn’t ri-right” He whispered.

Stan shook his head, retrieved a kleenex from his pocket and whipped his nose. “What do you think is wrong?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know” Bill lied. Sure, he didn’t knew exactly what Eddie’s intentions were but he knew for sure that he wasn't human. He saw it with his own eyes! That day at the sleepover, ears like a rabit, the night before, eyes as blue as ice. He’s literally seen Eddie transform into a rabbit.

Bill couldn’t stop replaying the events from last night in his head. ‘Where I come from, if he isn’t from here then where the hell is he from? There’s this council, and they rule above all else. After I saved him, they came in. Apparently I had ‘gotten to close’ and ‘revealed our secret’ These must be pretty fuking important secrets if they would kill an innocent man just to keep them hidden.

My dad didn’t do anything, he just wanted some time away from the hecticiness of the Denbrough household, is that too much to fucking ask? Now Eddie, my only fucking lead might be a dead end! And if he isn’t to blame then who the hell is? Some fucking council?

He snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his own. What Bill hadn't realized was that his fingers had curled into fists, tight fists, white knuckles and all. He slowly released his fists when Stan rested his own hand on top of them.

“You okay?” Stan asked curiously, his big blue eyes as pure as ever.

Bill sighed, his shoulders sagged, “F-Fine”. Stan leaned away from Bill and sneezed again.

Their day was almost over, they only had one place left to go which was Shakespeare's cabin, but that’s when Stan sneezed into his elbow. When he looked at the sleeve of his grey cardigan he noticed the disgusting looking mucus that now sat on the material. Not even a minute later Stanley stumbled over his own feet, he reached out to grasp Bill’s shoulder and even out his center of gravity.

The sudden touch ripped Bill’s attention away from the two ancestors and he re-focused it on Stan, who was now leaning up against him. “Are you oh-okay?” He asked, worried.

Stan looked up into Bill’s eye as he wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulders for support. “I’m fine Bill… I’m fine” Stan mumbled, his voice almost too mumbled to understand. A moment later he snapped his head away from Bill and proceeded to vomit all over the nice tile floor of the castle’s lobby.

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What happened to Stan? Will he recover from whatever he has? What will happen to Eddie and Richie as the full moon approaches? Will Elizah find out about the two runnaway Ancestors?

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↳ chapter seven: do i wanna know

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

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All eyes were on Denki as he held two cards in his hand. There was a shit eating grin on his face and his own golden eyes glanced across the way at you.

"I hope everyone is ready to be naked except me," he chuckled and scratched at his bare chest that was littered in a chaotic mess of tattoos.

Granted, the man was already almost naked himself, only a pair of fitted briefs graced his shockingly well-defined body. You, along with Kirishima, Bakugou, Sero and Deku watched in anticipation when he laid down a card with a smile still on his face. Placing a hand on his knee he looked around the circle, proud, not even saying a word like he had already won the game.

Sero was biting on his lip and trying not to lose his composure while Kirishima and Deku quietly chuckled and shook their head. Denki quirked a golden brow and scratched his head. Bakugou tossed his head back and laughed before sitting back on his palms and showing off even more of his muscular build.

"You dumbass," was all the blonde chortled.

Denki looked at the cards laying on the floor in a pile then to his own, "I don't see why you guys are laughing, I have one card left while you fuckers have handfuls."

"Exactly Denki except you forgot one key part of this game," Sero snorted.

Denki looked from his friend and back to the one card in his hand, it was a death blow too, he was sure to win but that's when it hit him, "Oh shit – wait! UN – "

"UN – NO fucker! You're too late, drop em," you yelled out and chunked a piece of pizza crust at his face.

Finally everyone started to laugh, you and Sero both falling out onto the floor you sat on and grabbing at your sides. On either side of you, Bakugou and Kirishima both chuckled and shook their heads. Denki glared at everyone in the circle before throwing his last card down and jumping to his feet.

"Fuck you guys, I hate UNO!"

"Too bad, rules are rules Denki, well try not to laugh too hard," Deku snorted and trailed his fingers up the man's calf.

Denki kicked at him only making the green-haired man laugh more before taking a drink of his beer. Kirishima snickered and felt something brush against his leg, his crimson eyes looked down to see your head nudging it while hands covered your face and muffled giggles were spewing from underneath. His eyes couldn't help but wonder down your shirtless body. It was hard for him to focus on the game of strip UNO all night with you sitting right next to him, so close. Bakugou teasing and touching you didn't help.

Kirishima looked over to the blonde on the other side of you to see he wasn't paying attention at all, but more joining in on the teasing of their friend who was about to be completely naked.

So far, the red-head was doing good on your bet of being nice, throughout the multiple rounds of UNO the two of you would sometimes help each other out, becoming so close to being naked yourselves, not that either of you minded.

Smirking, Kirishima went to move one of your hands away from your face, revealing blushed cheeks and tear pricked eyes, lips parted and gasping for air between laughs.

He took a deep breath and stared for a minute longer, trying to burn the image into his brain. Your eyes looked up at him, his hand still holding yours and you not caring to make him let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes with the other hand and smiled at the man.

"You know staring isn't nice Ei, I'm sure that could cost you the bet."

Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed his entire palm on your face, making you laugh. "I'm not staring, maybe I'm admiring."

Two hands wrapped around his and moved it from your face, casually holding it to your chest like a stuffed animal.

"Maybe you're full of shit. Eijirou Kirishima doesn't admire me, he despises me."

Kiri titled his head and clicked his tongue, a somewhat irritated expression on his face, "I don't despise you (Y/N)," he replied as his thumb subconsciously rubbed across your clavicle.

"Well you have an odd way of showing your admiration, maybe I should make these bets with you more often ... I like this Eijirou," you replied.

Those last four words just melting from your lips softer than anything Kirishima has ever heard.

He swallowed harshly and the two of you stared at each other while his thumb still rubbed your skin and your hands held his arm close. Being like this just felt so natural and so – right. The urge to lean over and kiss you was welling up inside of his chest and making it tighter, at the same time his head kept round-housing his heart, demanding it stay down and remember that this can't happen, not as long as he lived the life he did.

"Hey Darcy and Elizabeth, eyes up here," Denki suddenly called out.

Kirishima looked away before you did – him, Bakugou, Sero and Deku both groaning in disgust at the same time and the red-head quickly looked back down at you, chuckling. You went to turn your head but Kirishima moved a hand to stop it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you little one, you may never be able to get that image out of your head."

You chuckled and moved Kirishima's hand.

"I can handle a dick Kiri, they're all the – whoa, what the fuck!"

Quickly your hands were shielding your eyes and you giggled, peeking out from between your fingers. "Denki, is your dick – pierced?"

"Yes ma'am, wanna look closer?"

Kirishima cut eyes at the electric male, "Really dude?"

"I'm just asking, it's not every day you see a pierced dick," Denki replied with his hands up.

You only chuckled and rolled back over, looking up at Kiri.

"I'm good Denki, I know what they look like. My ex was pierced all over. I just have one question," you smirked then sat on up your elbows, (h/c) hair falling down and brushing against Kirishima.

Your eyes zeroed in on Bakugou, he looked over and quirked a brow before smirking while he shook his head, "The answer is no, I didn't pierce that fucker's dick. I didn't even pierce my own."

"What?" Your eyes widened and you sat up fully, "You're pierced too?"

The blonde smirked and grabbed your thighs roughly making your back fall to the floor again with a yelp and pulled you closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Mhm, wanna see for yourself princess?"

Your eyes couldn't help but wonder down Bakugou's bare chest, taking in the colorful grenades and roses, then trailing over his torso and abdomen before landing on his crotch that was extremely close to your own. With a smirk you reached a hand out, grabbing his belt and staring him in the eye. Getting brave, the male leaned forward, his hands trapping your torso on the floor and his face inches from yours.

"Maybe some other time, Kacchan."

Deku spit out his beer and cackled, Sero joined in and Denki chuckled as well. The only one not laughing was Kirishima.

Instead his eyes were alight with fire, staring at how Bakugou was hovering over you, both shirtless and looking down as if you were prey for him to feast on. The blonde glanced over to see his friend looking clearly threatened, he smirked and looked back at you before lowering his lips to your ear and whispering only loud enough for you to hear him.

"Just wait princess – when that time comes, I'll fucking ruin you," he spoke in a tone dripping with lust before his teeth took your cheek between them.

Your fists clenched and you couldn't deny the heat coursing through your entire being or the small grunt that Bakugou coaxed out with his bite, he chuckled with his mouth still full of your flesh before releasing it and kissing at the teeth marks softly.

"Get a fucking room you two, preferably Sero's," Denki interjected.

Sero scoffed and took the naked man's shirt, twirling it before making it snap on his thigh. "No one is fucking in my room, you two can go somewhere else with that and Denki – put your fucking pants back on!"

You giggled and pushed the blonde off, he smirked and sat back, taking your hand to help you sit back up. Your palm pushed his face and he chuckled as you twirled around to face away from him and sat crisscrossed. His red eyes looked at your back and the scar it held. You flinched when you felt a finger lightly running the length of it but quickly relaxed.

"Look guys, I'm not fucking anyone tonight – I mean unless sweet Deku asks," you cooed and looked straight at the freckled faced man who was drinking his beer.

Just as before, he spit it out and his hand came up to hit his chest while he coughed. Laughing, you moved back to your spot between Bakugou and Kirishima, leaneding over the red-heads lap and patted Deku's knee.

"I'm joking green bean, I love you."

Kirishima rolled his eyes and sat back on his palms, "You're so not joking, if Deku really did want to fuck you, you'd let him and probably anyone else in this room."

You glanced up at Kirishima and smirked.

"And is there something wrong with that Red? I don't belong to anyone, so I'm free to do whatever and whomever I damn well please. Even you," you smiled, moving the hand on Deku's leg over to his own and squeezing it.

The red-head smirked and leaned closer, the tip of his nose touching the tip of yours.

"You wouldn't be able to handle me little one."

"Oh but I'd love to try," you replied with a cocky smile before quickly nipping at his nose and moving from before him.

He side eyed you, staring at him all proud. Shaking his head Kirishima playfully pushed your face and picked his cards back up. "Shut up and let's finish this game."

Everyone grinned and quickly the game was back on. Between Bakugou and Kirishima, you were getting your ass beat and struggling to keep your clothing on. It all came crashing down when Bakugou placed down a 'reverse' card, meaning you had to remove another article of clothing, which was your pants.

With a cocky smile he looked to you.

"Strip princess."

You softly punched his shoulder before placing your cards down and laying flat on the floor. Of course every pair of eyes were on you as the button and zipper of the jeans were being un-done.

"You know I should charge all of your asses for this," you spat out while lifting your hips and pushing the garment down.

Bakugou and Kirishima both stared and wore smirks, until the jeans were down to your knees as you sat back up.

There were multiple hand-prints burned into the plump flesh of your thighs, dragging down and smeared like blood. Soon the three other men were staring, no one saying a word as you chunked the pair of jeans over your shoulder and looked up to see that all eyes were glued to one area. Looking down you hummed, placing your hands on your thighs and rubbing them gently.

"I uh – I kind of forget they're there. I've had them for so long."

Soon a hand was gripping your wrist and moving it from the burned skin, you looked to see it was Kirishima and there was a look on his face you've never seen before. It was almost as if he were concerned or just highly pissed off.

"Did the same asshole who stabbed you do this?"

"What – stabbed," Sero and Denki both questioned with shock.

You snatched your wrist from Kiri's hand and looked around the room, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The men weren't looking at you with disgust or anything of the sort, but with pity and you hated that. You didn't want pity or sympathy for the past, it was over and done.

"Uh – ", you started while rubbing the side of your neck nervously, " I – uh."

"What's going on here?"

Your eyes glanced up to see Shouto standing behind Denki and Deku while shoving his phone into his pants pocket. His eyes scanned everyone before landing on you, falling on the scars that dressed your skin. Subtly his eyes widened and looked directly at your own. Shouto didn't need to ask what the marks where, in fact they were similar in color to his own scar that adorned his face.

"Well we were just about to learn who the fucker is that did that so we can track him down and light his ass up," Denki growled as he pointed a finger to your scars.

"Calm down Sparky, like I said it happened a long time ago. I'm fine obviously."

"Are you though," Kirishima quietly asked with a stern voice, his red eyes burning into you.

Looking back, you nodded at him, "Yes, I am."

Shouto walked around the circle and stopped behind you. He removed his heavy coat and lowered to sit on the floor, you grunted when his arm wrapped around and pulled you between his legs as he casually laid the coat over your lap, shielding the scars from prying eyes.

"If she doesn't want to elaborate on it topic any further, then don't push it."

"Yeah guys, lets just get back to the game okay, she'll tell us when she's ready," Izuku added and squeezed Denki's shoulder to reassure his worried friend.

A defeated "fine" rung out around the men and the game continued without another word.

Shouto hooked his head over your shoulder, making you turn to look at him.

"Thank you Shouto."

"It's nothing (Y/N). Now, tell me how you play this?"

With a grin the two of you quietly talked back and fort as you explained the rules. A draw two card meant an item of clothing had to be removed, if you placed down a wild card then one piece could be put back on. A wild card plus draw four meant the next person had to remove two items of clothing and if anyone got down to one card and forgot to call out UNO they would have to strip completely.

Shouto hummed and the two of you worked together against the other five men, Denki called out that your team was unfair until Shouto shot him a look that instantly had the golden-haired man shutting up. As the game went on, it got to where everyone in the group was now down to just their underwear.

You looked at all the men, taking in just how extremely muscular they all were, and somewhat covered in ink. You won't lie your heart did a flip when Kirishima had to remove his shirt earlier in the game, revealing his covered chest that had a dragon sprawled across it that flowed with his theme of thick clouds and flowers. At the moment your eyes were on him, just admiring the detail and color of his tattoos, until a foot kicked at your knee.

Looking over you saw Bakugou smirking as he pointed toward the pile of cards, on the top laid a draw two. Your eyes widened and you looked down, all you had left were your bra and panties.

Unbeknownst to you, Kirishima was panicking on the inside for you!

Shouto looked over to see the color draining from the red-heads face. Soon, Shouto pulled away from your back, hands going to the hem of his sweater and pulling it off, chunking it sideways to Bakugou. The blonde shook his head with a smile and flipped both of you off.

Turning your head to look at Shouto, shirtless behind you, you froze.

For the first time you were seeing his own tattoos – thick brushstrokes of black ran from his forearms and up to his shoulders, flowing around two opposing oni masks on each pec. One white and frozen in ice, the other red and engulfed in flames. There was also Japanese calligraphy going down his torso. It all came together so nicely and was just as stunning as he was.

Looking back at the oni masks had you facing forward again and examining each of the men. You didn't realize till now but everyone had a mask somewhere on their bodies, Kiri's on his left bicep that faced you, Deku's on his right forearm, Denki's was hidden in the map of random tattoos on his lower stomach, as well as Sero's that hid in the geometric designs of his sleeve, then Bakugou's – which was on his shin that wore a samurai helmet along with a dragon.

"Is that like a thing between you guys, the oni masks," you questioned and laid down a plain card.

"Pretty much, like a 'family' tattoo," Deku answered as he looked down at his own piece of ink.

You smiled at him and looked at your body, bare and plain.

"I feel so naked compared to all of you, you know tattoo wise. I don't think I'll ever be able to catch up but I wouldn't mind another one. In fact – I want one from each of you, Sero and Shouto."

Sero's black eyes looked up and a triangular smile crossed his face.

"Really? What are you thinking about getting?"

Shouto rested his head back on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist as he felt you shudder; he activated his quirk just a bit to help kill the chill in your body. You smiled and kissed his temple and thanked him briefly before replying.

"Well I really like those sternum tattoos, they look really pretty."

"Those are pretty tough – pain wise I mean," Sero replied.

Kirishima smirked and laid down a card, "She's tough, she sat like a rock through that little rib piece."

You looked over to Kirishima and smiled at him, he smiled back and reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. You and Sero continued to talk back and forth about what exactly you wanted. You wanted to keep it ocean related. Deku thought himself and suggested an octopus, Denki agreed on the idea as well and mentioned how you could either dress it up or keep it minimal.

"Oh yeah that sounds really cool, would you want to do that for me Sero," you asked with a smile.

The black-haired male smiled back and nodded.

"Of course I would sweetheart, anything for you. We can knock it out this week."

You nodded in return and the UNO game continued, but not for much longer. In the end Deku wound up winning. As everyone tossed their cards into the pile, Bakugou suggested taking a smoke break to which Shouto and Denki agreed on. Clothes were placed back on. Kirishima and Sero tagged along with their three friends outside into the cold, Deku excused himself to the bathroom and you were left alone with Shouto's coat draped over your shoulders.

Looking around you inched closer and closer to a keyboard that sat along a wall in what seemed to be a sort of nook of the house.

Sitting down on the small bench, you turned the instrument on and started to play random keys. After a few minutes Denki came back inside, he grabbed a blanket off the couch and smiled as he hopped over to where you were.

"Scoot over lil'mama," he commanded.

Smiling, you did so and the two of you played around on the keyboard. Shortly after Deku came along and sat in a chair close by, the three of you making small talk with each other, all while a whole other conversation was going on outside between the other men.

"What," Kirishima questioned Bakugou who was chuckling at him.

"Nothing, it's just nice to see you finally got some fucking sense. Should we be expecting the wedding soon?"

Kirishima rolled his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up Bakugou, we have a bet going on. If I can be nice to her all night then I get a hundred bucks. Other than that it doesn't mean shit."

"That's a little fucking harsh man, are you seriously gonna go back to being a total dick to her after tonight," Sero questioned, an overprotective aura starting to emulate from him.

The red-head shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets.

"I don't know okay, why are you all on my back about this shit anyway?"

Shouto took a final drag from his cigarette before removing it from his lips and crushing the butt of it on the bottom of his boot. He looked at Kirishima and flicked the used item at him, causing the male to look at him confused.

"Because – she may be tough Eijrou, but she's still a person. Just because you want to suppress these feelings for the girl doesn't give you an excuse to treat her like some dog shit you stepped in. I understand why you don't want her getting close and if making her hate you is what you really want – then go for it but she's not going anywhere. You've all already become so attached to her and her with you, meaning we have a weak spot now."

Bakugou scoffed and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Let someone else try to lay a fucking finger on her, we'll take care of em. I still want to find the bastard that did all that other shit to her and do it all back to him tenfold"

Sero shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well I think it's safe to say we all do, but if she doesn't want to open up about that part of her life right now then we need to just drop it. Shouto is right though Kiri, she's not going anywhere, so why keep up this act? Just in one night the two of you have done a complete 180 and honestly, it's nice to see you two not at each other's throats. You really want to just demolish all the progress you've made, just like that?"

Kirishima looked out into the dark and snow as he thought.

Sero and Shouto were both right but he just couldn't get over the fact that someone could use your life against him had the wrong person found out you were his.

He sighed and looked to Sero.

"I'll tone it down, but I'm not sure that I should risk anything else. Shouto's right, she's a weakness, but the second the wrong fucker finds out that's she's specifically my fucking weakness, it's over and if anything ever happened to her because I was stupid enough to let her in, I'd never forgive myself."

"But say she does find out what we are, I mean she will eventually, we can't hide this shit from her forever. What if she accepts you as you are, accepts the danger and consequences, it could –"

"I wouldn't fucking let her Sero! Being with someone like us is like a death sentence," Kiri snapped.

The men looked at him and could see he was clearly frustrated, the red-head moved from his spot and walked towards the door.

"I'll ease up on her, that should be enough. Now fucking drop it."

Kirishima walked back inside, slamming the door shut behind him and moving to the kitchen in search of a drink. He stopped when he saw you at the fridge, searching it and humming while subtly dancing with yourself along to music that was now playing on the speaker in the living room.

Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and quietly watched you look in the freezer part of the appliance and perked up at the sight of a pint of ice cream. Your body continued to bounce and bop along as you took it out and grabbed a spoon from the utensil drawer.

"Run~, don't tell me bye-bye. Run~, you make me cry cr– ah what the fuck," you yelled out, dropping the spoon once you turned around to see Kirishima there with a smile on his face.

Kirishima chuckled and quirked a brow as he pushed off from the wall.

"I could ask the same thing little one. Do you always raid people's fridge like a gremlin?"

"For your FYI, this place is like a second home, I'm welcome to whatever I like," you replied while bending over to pick up the spoon then sat it and the ice cream on the counter before attempting to hop up onto it but struggled.

"One, you were only one word away from finishing that phrase without having to use the acronym and two – " he paused, coming behind you and lifting you up by the hips, making you yelp as he sat you down on the counter, "you're welcome for the lift, I'll be taking that hundred bucks now."

"Hah! You still got one more hour Eijirou," you teased before placing a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, "Shit that's cold – here you can have an indirect kiss as a token of my gratitude!"

Kirishima smirked at you scooping another spoonful and offering it to him.

"No thanks, that spoon was on the floor you animal."

"For like one second! Stop being a pussy and just accept my indirect kiss," you instructed before slipping the spoon between his sharp teeth.

"You little shit," he growled, taken off guard before running after you once you bolted from the counter and to the living room.

Squealing, you tried to outrun him and call for help but he caught up to you in no time. His arms scooping you up before falling back onto the couch. You laughed and squirmed in his lap from being tickled so harshly and trying not to make a mess with the pint of ice cream still in your hand.

"You're a pain in my ass you know that," he chuckled and continued to tickle.

"Y-yes, I have succeeded – hah, in life!"

This only made Kirishima tickle you with more force, your laughter reaching a higher pitch along with squeals and pleas. This whole situation was the opposite of what the man needed right now but getting along with you actually came to him so easily and just made everything that much more difficult for him.

He meant what he said to Sero, he would ease up on you but he had a feeling that would be his downfall and that sooner or later, he'd completely succumb to you.

"Yo fam, I'm glad you're getting along and shit, but can you please keep from getting ice cream on the couch," Denki requested from the other side of the room.

"Only when she begs me to stop!" Kirishima smirked.

You smirked back, trying to stay serious but the giggles and smiles wouldn't stay back.

"Oh getting kinky are we?"

Rolling his eyes and grabbing a couch pillow, Kirishima placed it over your face, lightly pulling your head back against his shoulder.

"I change my mind, go to sleep."

“Eijirou," you whined underneath the pillow.

The red-head moved it out of the way and craned his neck to look at you, "Yes?"

After wiping tears from your eyes and catching your breath, you looked at the man with the biggest puppy dogs eyes and lips pouting as you melted more into his chest, head lulling on him.

"Please stop Eijirou, I'll be a good girl."

Kirishima's fingers still dug into your flesh, but stopped tickling, he inhaled deeply staring at you and trying his hardest not to break from the pathetic yet adorable look you gave, not to mention how your voice was like velvet when it spoke.

"Tch, you're so eager to please huh," he breathed out and let his hands finally rest on your hips before hooking his chin over your shoulder.

You hummed and started to eat the ice cream, after taking a bite you offered one to Kirishima, to which he didn't deny this time. You smiled and sunk down lower into his chest and lap, snuggling close and sharing the cold treat together.

It wasn't long before Bakugou, Shouto and Sero made their way back in. Bakugou smirked upon seeing you and Kirishima all cozy on the couch together.

"Tone it down my ass," he mumbled to no one in particular before joining everyone in the living room.

The guys talked among themselves, you and Kirishima would chime in here and there as you ate the ice cream. You learned more about everyone's interests and hobbies and they learned more about you.

Between conversations, Kirishima would make small talk with you himself. As the night went on you learned so much more about the red-head in one night than you did in a month. Apparently he was a big foodie, went to the gym before and after work on most days, he played video games in his spare time – he'd actually spend a lot of nights gaming with Sero.

You also found out that his hair was indeed dyed red and that black was it's natural color. With a smile you asked if you could touch his hair, he smirked and allowed it. Turning in his lap sideways you reach a hand over, running your fingers through the thick and surprisingly soft spiky locks.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, I just really love your hair. In fact – you all have really amazing hair. Eventually I will pet every single one of your heads!"

"That’s what she said," Denki snorted from his spot on the other couch.

Rolling your eyes, you flipped him off and focused on Kirishima again.

His hands were rubbing your back and resting on your thigh casually, your arm rested around his shoulder and your hand played with the back portion of his hair. Neither of you registered what was happening, it just felt that normal. The red-head looked down to your thigh as his finger brushed across the jeans.

"Did they hurt?"

You looked down and tugged the corner of your lip up briefly while shrugging.

"Well they didn't exactly feel good but I survived. I wasn't able to heal them completely as you can tell but they look a lot better than what they did, trust me."

Kirishima sighed and flattened his palm over your thigh, he could still vividly see the scars even if they were clothed now. His gut churned and blood boiled as he imagined what you must've endured, how hard you probably cried and screamed.

Lost in thought, Kirishima didn't notice how you rested your head on his chest and curled up closer into him with a yawn. He didn't notice how his arms subconsciously wrapped around and held you, one hand petting your (h/c) locks and the other holding your thigh and his thumb rubbing it.

"Who the hell did all of this to you," he asked softly, his cheek resting on your forehead.

You huffed a breath of air, pulling your hands close to your chest and turning to nuzzle more into him, feeling more and more tired in his warm embrace.

"Eij, I think prying counts as being rude. You've been doing so good on this bet," you replied with a yawn.

Kirishima held up his wrist and checked the time on his watch before lowering it back to your thigh, "It's almost 1 am, the bet is over, so I'm allowed to pry."

"Ugh ... it was my ex alright," you replied with a tired aggravation and snuggled even more against him, the top of your head brushing under his chin.

"Your ex could be anyone, what's his name?"

"Kiri, please, let's just drop it. Maybe another time," you whined into his chest.

Kirishima sighed in defeat, not saying anything else. He looked around to see all his friends either quietly chatting or passed out on the floor and couches. You slowly started to grow heavier in his hold while small sleepy moans left your lips. With a smirk the man gently motioned for someone's attention, catching Sero's. He asked his friend to go start his truck and to turn the heater on full blast, letting the vehicle warm up so it wouldn't be freezing cold once he decided to leave.

After a while all the men started to get up themselves to head home. Kirishima rose from the couch with you still in his arms, Bakugou gathered your things for him and everyone walked outside besides Denki who was fast asleep on the floor. Sero lightly pat your head and kissed it before waving everyone off, Shouto and Deku headed for the vehicle they came in with Bakugou and he followed Kiri to his truck. The blonde helped by opening the door for him and watched as Kirishima sat you inside the vehicle with the utmost care and covered you with his own jacket.

He shut the door and turned to see Bakugou lighting up another cigarette with a smirk.

"You really think you can keep this bullshit up?"

"I don't know," Kirishima replied as he looked back through the window at you sleeping.

"Well you better figure it the fuck out, before someone else takes her – maybe me," the blonde chuckled before being decked in the shoulder.

The two men playfully shoved the other before saying goodbye and parting ways. Kirishima got into the vehicle and buckled up, his eyes glanced down to you and he smiled before putting the truck in drive and heading home. After driving for a while you started to stir awake, arms stretching and yawns leaving your lips. You curled the jacket on you closer, sitting up straight and looking at Kirishima.

"Have a nice nap little one," he questioned warmly.

"I guess so, sorry I passed out on you Kiri."

He shook his head, reassuring you it wasn't a huge deal. The two of you sat in silence a while longer until you laid back against the console facing up and looking out the sunroof of the vehicle at the blurry stars.

"Hey Ei, I know its past midnight and the bet is over but – do you mind rubbing my head. I don't usually drink and now I have a major headache."

The red-head didn't even give it a thought, his arm reaching over and fingers instantly massaging your scalp. A toothless smile formed on your lips with a hum.

"So – once I get out of this truck, are you going to go back to hating me?"

The question was so loaded and you sounded so small when asking it.

"What is with you and thinking I hate or despise you (Y/N)?"

"Well, from the start I've never exactly gotten a warm feeling from you Kiri. First you strongly stated how you felt about me working at the shop. Then there's you always giving me the cold shoulder or just acting like you don't want me around at all. I mean – what have you done to make me think otherwise? You were only so nice to me tonight because of a stupid bet."

Kirishima sighed and rubbed his head briefly with his other hand, he already had to go through this conversation with the guys and he really didn't feel like going through it again with you.

"Look I have my reasons for acting like a dick towards you and I know it's not right, I promise I'll ease up okay?"

"And what exactly are your reasons Kiri?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, I said I'd be nicer, so that should be enough."

You grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from rubbing your scalp any longer and looked directly at him.

"No, that's not enough! I've thought about it over and over, what exactly I did to make you not like me and I can never put my finger on it, you tell me there's a reason and I want to know, I deserve to know!"

Kirishima groaned and stopped the vehicle, you released his hand and sat up to look around, seeing that you were home. You turned in the seat towards the tattooed man and titled your head.

"I'm waiting."

"When you tell me who your ex is and why he went to so far to hurt you, then I'll tell you why."

"No! These are two completely different situations Kirishima, my past has nothing to do with you, it's just that – the past. This is now, you don't get to just hate me for no reason," you snapped back, hands bracing the middle console as you leaned over it and closer to the red-head.

He growled and leaned over the console as well as the argument heated up.

"I already told you I don't fucking hate you – you fucking brat!"

"Then tell me why you're such a dick to me you spiky haired bastard!"

Your faces were now less than an inch away from the other, both breathing hot and anger filled air, eye contact never breaking.

"Why do you fucking care so much huh? You've got everyone else wrapped around your little finger, is that not enough for you? Or do you have to capture everyone's fucking attention in order to survive?"

Your eyes squinted at him and your fingers came up to flick his forehead.

"Fuck you Kirishima, continue being fucking bitter for no apparent reason and see where it gets you."

"I'm sure I'll get further than some little attention wh–" he stopped abruptly and clenched his jaw before anything else could come out.

You quirked a brow and looked at him in a challenging way.

"I'm sorry, a what? If that's how you really feel Kirishima then grow a fucking pair and finish that – mph!"

Your words were cut short by a pair of lips colliding with your own and a hand pulling at the collar of your coat.

Everything happened so quickly, one second you were in your own seat and the next you were straddling Kirishima's lap in the driver's seat, lips chasing each other in a fit a rage and passion. His hands tried to grab at your face, hips and ass but you slapped them away each time until he finally got fed up, taking your wrists in one hand and holding them up to pin against the roof of the vehicle. He overpowered you with ease, his free arm wrapping around your waist and pulling it closer to his, flushing your chest with his.

You managed to break away from the kisses, panting onto his lips as his sharp teeth nipped on your bottom lip.

"Why are you – "

"To shut you the fuck up," he growled in response before capturing your lips again.

Kirishima's mouth was in control of everything, setting a slow and rough pace that was also desperate. It felt like kissing fire, it was hot and wrong but at the same time pulling you in even more with it's flames. Sharp teeth nipped and tugged at your lip, causing you to gasp at the slight pain before they disappeared and found the flesh of your jaw.

"Eijirou," you whined, feeling your wrists grow sore from how harshly he pinned them and arms starting to feel like jelly.

He released them instantly, tangling the now free hand into your hair and pulling your head to the side to expose more skin. Your hands wrapped around the side of his neck and one trekked into his own hair and lightly tugged when his teeth dragged along your neck.

Kirishima was losing it, something in him broke and there was nothing to hold on to, to keep him sane. The way your body melted into his rough touches along with the way his name and other intoxicating sounds fell from your lips, it was overwhelming and he craved more. You were craving more yourself as your hands brought his face back up for another hot kiss before breaking it and staring into his dark ruby eyes.

He stared back into those (e/c) eyes with a small smirk, your cheeks were flushed as you panted. Your lips were kiss swollen, plump, soft and – bleeding?

The smirk on Kirishima's face instantly faded and he stared at the crimson colored liquid on your skin, the sight made the gruesome images of his own reoccurring nightmare flash before his eyes.

Your body cold and limp, covered in blood while he held you close and cried.

All the color drained from his face and immediately his hands were harshly pushing you back against the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off and you to jump. He loosened the hold just enough for the horn to stop but still keeping you at a safe distance.

"Fuck," he hissed, "your lip."

You looked back at him, confused before bringing a hand up and touching your lip. Pulling it back there was a small droplet of blood smeared on the pad of your fingertip, you smirked and shook your head.

"That's nothing Ei," you replied before pressing your fingers to the lip and healing it, "See, we're all good. Maybe next time warn me before you just attack me like that though."

You chuckled and Kirishima quirked a brow.

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

The light-hearted mood in you quickly dissipated at Kirishima's cold tone. To say you were confused was a fucking understatement. This man had just come onto you, he initiated this whole thing, his lips were on yours first, his hands were pulling you closer – it was all him!

"Wha – what the fuck was that then Kirishima?"

"It was nothing, just drop it. Now get your stuff and let's –"

"No! I'm not going to just drop it! You came onto me! You don't get to kiss and touch me like that and just say it's nothing!"

Kirishima groaned and suddenly you were pulled back close to his face, a hardened fist curled into the collar of your jacket, slowly ripping it with a look on his face that emulated pissed off.

"Like what huh, like how I kiss every other broad? News flash little one, you're not special – maybe to those other idiots but not to me."

Your glared at the man before you, "I call bullshit Kirishima, you're hiding something fro – "

"Think whatever you want, I said it meant nothing – you mean nothing to me, got it?"

A knot was forming in your chest, fire spreading through your veins at the harsh words that Kirishima hissed in your face.

Looking down, your hand gripped at his, ignoring the pain when his hardened skin cut your palm. You jerked it from the clothing and he released the quirk but it was too late, blood was dripping from your hand.

He went to grab it, to inspect it but you clutched it to your chest and moved from his lap to the other seat, quickly grabbing your bag, digging through it furiously. Tears were wanting to fall but you sucked them down with a sniffle.

Kirishima caught the smallest of glimpses of your face, teeth clenching and lips quivering, glassy eyes that blinked away small tears. His jaw tightened and his heart shattered, the words he said in a fit of rage suddenly hitting him. Kirishima didn't mean it and he definitely didn't intend on harming you.

Before he could backtrack and apologize, your hand collided with his chest, making him grunt and look down as it vanished and a bloody $100 bill fell into his lap.

"You fucking earned it," you replied with a seething yet shaky tone.

Kirishima went to turn and say something but you were already slamming the truck door shut, walking away towards the building and disappearing into the snow. He looked down to the piece of worthless paper, a hard hand crumbling it to pieces.

You hurried inside to your apartment, quickly opening and closing the door behind you before sliding down it and sinking to the floor. Your head fell into your hands as sobs erupted from deep within, shaking your body violently.

For the rest of the early morning those words played on an endless loop but your mind and body wouldn't let you forget the feeling of Kirishima's lips and hands, and the way he held you close all night.

"I don't believe you," you whispered out to no one in particular.

Curling up into yourself, slumping over on the floor and screwing your eyes shut. The crying went on for what felt like hours, more and more until exhaustion finally took over your emotionally wrecked body and into its own arms.

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