#was having a nightmare and let me tell u it’s not pleasant to be pulled out of one by the sound of thunder. very disorienting 0/10
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader: Late Night Braids
I'm so fucking lonely omg. I've never mentioned this before but I'm a published author. Like, I've got shit I need to actually write but I've been exclusively writing murderous characters and romance. That's it.
Ugh. Fanfics. Love them. Anyway.
Description: Natasha braiding reader's hair. That's it.
Pronouns: neutral! None used! Reader has long hair tho.
WARNINGS: talk of nightmares, general feeling of hopelessness for a split second
*not my gif*
You are wasting time in the compound's kitchen, desperately trying to braid your hair the way the lady in the video is doing. She makes it look so damn easy. Your arms are growing tired but you won't give up until you do it.
Sometimes you can be found doing things like this at 1 in the morning, usually in the kitchen. Your room just gets too dark and confining. The kitchen is bright and there's always the possibility that someone else could be awake and then you would have company.
But no one ever is at this witching hour. 1 am is just after all the night owls go to sleep, a few hours before the morning birds get up, and approximately 1.5 hours before anyone would wake up with a nightmare. You are literally the only creature stirring.
"Neep help?" A voice behind you makes you jump and drop all of your hair, loosing your progress. Apparently there are two creatures stirring this evening.
"Geez, Nat, you scared me." You settle your heart rate and sit back down.
"Sorry." But she's smirking in that way she does.
"Why are you up?" You ask, frustratedly combing your hair out with your fingers and getting ready to start over.
"We have a week with no missions, I'm living a little." She takes the seat next to you. "Plus, I couldn't sleep because I kept hearing her say Step 1: separate your hair into-"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You smile a little.
"Here," she gently turns your shoulders so your back is facing her. "Let me do it."
"That kinda defeats the purpose of me learning how to do it." You argue lightheartedly.
"You'd be sitting here all night."
She runs her hands through your hair to eliminate knots. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine. You were, admittedly, a little touch-starved, and her closeness feels like a beam of sunshine lighting up your heart.
You feel Natasha start to separate your hair into sections.
"Hey Nat?" You say it so quietly you don't think she'll hear it.
She hums in response.
"Why are you actually awake right now?"
She pauses her movements and you wish you'd never opened your mouth. But slowly, she resumes pace. "Nightmares."
"Do you get them a lot?" You ask, your eyes closing and enjoying the feelings of everything happening around you.
"Not as much as I used to." She responds. Her hand brushes against the side of your face as she moves to pick up a few strands of hair that fell away.
"That's good." A soft smile grows on your face.
"Why do you ask?" She questions.
You think for a minute. "Do you ever have good dreams?"
You hear her laugh slightly. "Yeah, sometimes I do. Do you?"
"Sometimes," a little bubble of laughter escapes you. "They're always about living in a completely different world."
She sighs. "Yeah, but our world is alright, too."
"Is it, though?"
"Yes," she laughs.
"Tell me one good reason cause I can't think of any." You dramatically cross your arms.
"You."
Your face heats up. "That's not a reason, I would exist in the other world, too."
"Well, what if we never met in a different world?" She has reached your neck and her hands gently tap the skin as she continues to braid. Each connection gives you a jolt of electricity a feeling you can only describe as the color yellow.
The conversation ends there but neither of you seem to care. Natasha ties off the braid at the end and pulls you into a tight hug. You smile and melt into the warmth.
"We should go watch a movie," you suggest. She gives you an adoring smile in return.
Thanks for reading! Don't steal! I will find u & it ;3
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The Brown Hindenburg, Sailing With Ween
the brown Hindenburg
…smoldering beautifully
reaches my lips
and as always
there is no tragedy.
no network break-ins.
humanity…? ’tis fine
but what makes this
docking so
noteworthy?
why…after thousands of voyages
will this one
forever smile among
the somewhat stinky heap
inside my head?
topped proudly with crown
and scepter leaf
…a concoction of
oozy orange
and
peacock purple
I’m
breathing in
I’m
breathing in
my chest ballooning up:
I begin to feel the craving for the
Brothers Brown…
like
reverb
in
your
spinal
blocks
building
no way
out
but from
the ends of your hair
walking on glockenspiels shoes
running with xylophone calves
dashing into the room
that houses the records
No doubt about what to play!
easiest decision all day
(in a day filled with no hard decisions, honestly)
I reach and pull
out
Pure Guava
grinning like a fool…
and so help me
I did a
mobile jig
as I made my way to the
turntable
I guide the needle to the
vinyl
and quickly
I scoot my way over
to the Papa Chair
for a listen
by the fourth song
(Thebiggestthingyoueverdidseebigjil m)
I realized my chest was
bouncing and beating
to the tunes
perfectly
this heart
was a four track chamber
pulsing that delicious Ween groove
throughout!
I survived the
steady low beat of
Legit
by breathing in
so slowly
…quite glad that I neglected to light
incense)
at the end of a motivating
Pumpin’
both the kitchen and bathroom were
spotless
by the time I was
rocking chair – chest bound
(veins straw…nothing but straw)
with
Cryin’
I began to worry about
Mourning Glory !
I tried to remain calm when it hit
and obviously
I’ve lived to tell the tale
the best way I can describe it
would be if you could
plug your living heart
into an old timey radio dial
and let the
spastic child
down the street
have his way with it
twisty static pop nightmare !
licorice stick aluminum foil fingers tightening !
There will be proud frantic holes
in the walls
with seven spikes
and broken knuckles
I was able to catch my breath
and relax
by masturbating
(softly…so very softly)
to Loving U
after coming out
from underneath the bed
for Don’t
I dashed
(chest beating fudge brownie batter)
to the bathroom
(surprised to find it…spotless)
where I lay
groaning to
Poopship
and I recovered in a
pleasant fetal position
listening to the needle
lap dance the label
my wooden brown ship
flips its screen around
and waits
for complete restoration
I am spent from inhaling it all.
exhausted by the receiving.
but
I will rise again
like a pirate flag
in the middle of a rocking sea
the guava will
float my boat
through the anarchy of bong water
safely
each
&
every time
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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot
Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?
Notes:
This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.
I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'
Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!
Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.
But if she were to remember something, one day.
She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.
She may remember, that someone else was there.
She may remember you.
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Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?
Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.
I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"
Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.
When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"
"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"
"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"
"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."
"Anywhere I like, thanks."
Oh... oh. Gross?
He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"
"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."
"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "
"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."
Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"
"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."
Moron.
~
Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.
Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.
So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.
Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.
There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"
"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.
Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.
Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.
Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.
He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.
And then everything stops.
Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.
There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.
But... her eyes are open.
For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?
But then I come to my senses...
And freak. The fuck. O u t.
"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.
And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"
Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"
His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"
Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."
I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.
But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.
"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.
He's going to haunt me.
"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"
The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.
I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.
And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.
Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"
"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"
"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"
"Whatever... "
Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"
"Under the bed."
"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??
I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.
But my voice wobbles.
"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.
You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.
Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...
Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.
I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.
God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.
"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.
And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.
"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"
"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.
Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"
He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"
What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.
I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.
Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.
But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.
This is a nightmare of a situation.
I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"
"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.
When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.
She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"
Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."
"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "
"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.
A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.
Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."
She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.
Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.
Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.
But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?
"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."
After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"
Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."
"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."
What am I going to do?
#Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader#Freddy Krueger x Reader#Slashers#Slashers x Reader#Fem Reader#Freddy Krueger#Loretta Krueger#Katherine Krueger#Kathrine Krueger#Maggie Burroughs#Oneshot#Freddy Krueger x Reader Oneshot
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lavender latte: v
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hawks | takami keigo x reader
ao3
chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 6 ||
word count: ~4k
coming to terms now, are we?
warnings: descriptions of medical settings, discussion of surgery and injury but nothing graphic, god fluff, nasty big fluff
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wow. halfway through y’all. thank you to each and every ONE of you who have given this story a chance. enjoy some fluff and get ready for next week 👀 once again, beta-ed by the wuv @keiqos !!
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Exhaustion had long since clawed a hole in your skull.
It was one of the many forms of malefactum that came from your fucking quirk, damn it to hell. The days following any sort of intense overstimulation episode of yours were always hellish. Constant fatigue, burning migraines, dry eyes, and confusion always waited for you by the time you rolled out whatever pushed you over the edge.
The villain attack was probably the worst episode you’d had, ever.
The entire trip to the hospital had been sort of a nightmare. There were so many people that needed treatment after the attack, so many of them worse off than yourself. You were lucky enough to get into a dark hospital room fairly quickly, allowing some of your symptoms to dull.
You were just coherent and aware enough to deal with everyone you needed to, paperwork and legalities of your visit sorted. You even managed to send a few texts to your parents and work groupchat to confirm that you were safe.
After a myriad of late-night tests and exams, it was confirmed that the next morning, you’d have a procedure to mend your leg.
...
Fixing the internal damage to your leg caused by the tearing of the glass was a fairly quick affair, according to your kind-smiled surgeon.
“I know it seemed abrupt, to do it so quickly,” The surgeon stuffed her hands in the pocket of her scrubs. “But, we’ve flown in extra medical personnel to help deal with injuries from the attack and well, you’re an easy fix.”
You smiled, the best you could, groggy with the anesthetic, “I’m glad it isn’t too bad.”
“Nope! Not at all,” She laughed, far too pleasant for all the chaos just outside your dimly lit hospital room. “We’ll keep you here tonight, and you should be able to go home tomorrow afternoon. You’ll need to keep weight off of that leg for about three weeks. We’ll have a follow-up appointment then, and make sure you’re healing alright. Sound good?”
You nodded, some tension releasing from your chest.
The procedure left you with a heavy plastic boot, clasped up to your knee. Not to mention your body ached with fatigue.
Most of the rest of that day was spent spinning in and out of sleep, only waking for basic checks and a delivery of flowers you received from the teashop’s owners complete with a passive-aggressive reminder that ‘this had nothing to do with us, you can’t sue <3.’
Your constant company was Hawks’s scarlet feather. As you moved through the bends of your quirk and post-surgical recovery, you held onto it like a lifeline. With each stroke of the soft filaments, your heart rate monitor would beep slower and slower towards a relaxed rhythm.
It made you think of him, and how he felt with your quirk activated.
Despite how shitty the circumstances were, really feeling Keigo with your quirk was heavenly. Feeling him in general, physically was a fucking blessing. You spent a lot of time that night and first day at the hospital fantasizing about how the beat of his heart felt like amber drops on your tongue and orange-bound warmth in your chest.
You wanted more of it.
Keigo stayed around to help deal with the mess, for once in his career. It was weird for him to spend the following day after the attack helping out on the scene. It was even weirder for the other Pros around that were aware of his reputation of simply not doing that.
It was out of character for him.
But, then again, Keigo hadn’t ever spent as much time at someplace he enjoyed like the teashop. Hell, the whole street. He’d patrolled plenty of areas for long stretches of time, but he’d never grown attached.
You were, obviously, a big part of that.
Seeing you hurt left him frazzled and fucked, and staying behind to help pick up the mess and provide aid made him feel a hell of a lot better. Sure, it was different, having local Pros look to him for guidance when he had to purely rely on his training from the Commission as opposed to his professional experience. He did well, he knew, especially based on the way the scene calmed even when he simply flew around.
Keigo had the power to bring people ease, even if he struggled with it himself.
The idea made him think back to you, undoubtedly still in pain, but more than likely entirely fine. He ignored the urge to text you anxiously as he was still parsing over the very sweet interaction the two of you had, even if it was in such a bad circumstance.
Your sweetness at the end was his constant reminder that you would be okay.
The implication and Keigo’s knowledge post- ‘the miel incident,’ as he was calling it, was obvious, and god, he wanted to fucking drown in it. The thought of having you so close that he could hear your heartbeat and feel the drum of your voice against your chest made him weak.
He was so fucking weak for you.
It was distracting, as it always was. It seemed fairly unavoidable especially as anxiety chewed at him. The one thing that lulled him was the far off feeling of the feather he had tucked in your hand. It had to be close to you still, the beat of your heart sending him shudders if he focused on it hard enough.
It became too much, thinking of you.
As his feathers swept piles of rubble, he pulled out his phone, the sun beginning to sink in the evening sky.
You had spent most of your recovery time in and out of consciousness, enjoying the time to rest and sleep.
A short buzz from your phone forced you into a half-wakeful state. You reached to the table next to the hospital bed, grappling for your phone.
[birdboy]: hey r u alive,
[birdboy]: how r u feeling
[birdboy]: speak 2 me
You cracked a sleepy smile.
[you]: alive, tired, surgery-ied.
You took a quick snap of your booted, propped up foot.
[you]: getting discharged tomorrow babyyyy
[birdboy]: oh fuck what happened?
[birdboy]: u sure ur good
The feather against your collarbone twitched, filaments waving. You thought little of it.
[you]: i tore some shit in my leg
[you]: and yes, just tired as fuck and want to be home
[you]: hospitals SUCK
[birdboy]: true, true
[birdboy]: would u...
[birdboy]: like a visit perhaps?
[you]: u sure??
[you]: i know ur busy and i dont wanna use up ur freetime
There was a pause in Keigo’s nearly instant responses.
[birdboy]: dove.
Your breath stuttered in your chest. That was newer; you only remembered it vaguely from the . It felt far more intimate than just ‘angel,’ and it made you shiver as you read it.
[birdboy]: busy schedule??
[birdboy]: i’ll make the time angel
[birdboy]: i’d love to come visit u
You couldn’t help the smitten expression that burst across your face.
[you]: and i’d love to see you
You wished you could’ve continued the conversation, but your night nurse knocked to offer you pain medication and sedatives and you couldn’t say no to more rest. Your mind and body needed it.
As quickly as it was administered, you were out again.
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You were exhausted. Still.
When you heard voices just outside of your door, you couldn’t help cracking open your dry eyes. It seemed far too early for them to collect your vitals. The room was still dark, large windows only showing a trace of the dawn’s light stretching from the east.
Your sleep-addled mind stretched to listen:
“Thank you so much for the autograph! My son is such a huge fan of yours.”
“Oh, really! Tell him I say hi! I really adore my fans.”
Giggling.
“Is she a fan?”
“Sort of, more of a friend of mine.”
He... said it again.
A shaft of light sprayed into the room, your quirk firing at the sudden intrusion. You groan, pawing at your eye with your fist, the feather held between your fingers blocking some of the light.
Even with your diminished vision and tired mind, you still caught it when he laughed at your reaction, stepping into the room.
Honey, softness, cream and heat that made your chest thrum like embers.
“H-Hawks?” Your voice was still itchy with sleep.
“That’s me.” His laugh rolled over you as your quirk receded, palms thrumming with the silkenness of his voice, “It’s good to see you, dove.”
“S’nice to see you too,” Your chest thrummed with his words and you couldn’t restrain the smile that spread across your face, “‘Ya know, you woke me up, just now.”
Hawks gave you a little chuckle, moseying his way to a chair nearby the bed and window, “Sorry about that. I had to sneak in here before official visiting hours so I didn’t cause a ‘scene’.”
You snorted.
“You, causing a scene?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him, “Hawks? Never. Not once.”
He stifled a laugh, dragging the thinly-padded chair closer to the bed and leaning back into it, “Glad to see you’re in good spirits, considering you’re still here and all.”
“From what I can tell, it could be a lot worse, especially compared to other people that were there,” The end of your sentence turned sullen, your expression darkening.
Hawks let out a little sigh, “It wasn’t pretty, that’s for sure. But, you’re safe, and most folks are safe. Bright side.”
“Bright side.” You repeated, softer, looking up from the plain sheets to meet his gaze.
You took him in, quickly.
He looked a bit worse for wear, the exhaustion from the days before still visible on his features. The dark circles under his eyes almost looked worse, perhaps uncovered and deeper since the attack. His wings weren’t even visible from your angle, plucked too short and sparse to be of much use.
But, Hawks was, undoubtedly, still stunning.
It was almost distracting, how unavoidable mentally eating him up was. You’d felt what he was like during the attack and that had apparently broken some mental dam for you. Holding back just how much you liked him seemed futile, at least mentally.
You would let yourself be honest, at least with yourself, as a treat.
What probably also pushed you over the edge was the fact that he wasn’t in his hero uniform, for once. You’d only ever seen him in his tan and black get up before. Seeing him casually dressed was shocking and very hot.
Hawks wore a simple black long sleeve with a long, wool jacket over it, black jeans, nothing seemingly extravagant except for the nicer looking chunky sneakers he wore and the fat gold watch on his wrist. It was all designer, knowing his paycheck. Without all of his normal regalia, you could better see that his pierced ears carried some light yellow stones that played off his eyes.
His feathery golden waves were messy, falling over his forehead and temples. The curves and angles of his jaw looked accented by the rising dawn light that was just beginning to filter into the room. There was the smallest quirk in his plump lips, but it hardly detracted from how stunning he was.
He was remarkably gorgeous, naturally, and you let yourself think about it freely.
Keigo felt a bit bad, seeing you in your state.
He tried to be subtle, looking you up and down, heart-thumping his chest as the feather in your hand-picked up your own pulse. It had sped up when he entered the room, even more so when you started to beam at him despite your state.
You looked like a bit of a mess, and with anyone else, Keigo might’ve indulged himself in being a little bit of sarcastic shit about it, but he didn’t with you. It didn’t seem right.
Your booted foot was propped up, a hospital gown askew over your collarbones under some thin blankets you were nested underneath. Your dark circles could’ve been worse, but your eyes were shining and alert, all directed on him it made him ache all over in the best way.
The feather twitched in your hand, your gaze darting to it. Heat spread across your cheeks.
“Oh, uh, shit,” You stretched your arm to pass the feather back to him. “Here’s this back. Sorry, I’ve kinda been holding on to it... a lot.”
“It’s alright, that’s why I gave it to you,” Hawks assured you, the feather whisking from your hand on its own and back to the downy stubs that Hawks had left. “Just a little reminder that good ol’ Number Two is looking out for you.”
You hardly needed a reminder. Thoughts of Hawks had been filling your head since it had stopped from swirling from your quirk. The thought of him leaving a bit of him with you only warmed your insides.
“How could I ever forget?” You leaned back into your pillows, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Thank you, Hawks.”
Hawks blinked at you, reaching down to rustle something down by his feet, “For?”
“You know, saving my ass.”
“That’s my job, angel.”
“Still. You thank me every time I make you your drinks, right?” You shrugged at his wide-eyed expression. “Same principle. Except, your life isn’t on the line when I make you lattes.”
“Oh, angel,” Hawks drawled and deflected. “That is a false statement. I rely on those. They’re my lifeblood.”
A little realization dawned on you.
You gave him a sad little smile, rubbing your own knuckles for some semblance of comfort, “It’s gonna be a while until I can provide anything life-giving, then.”
The teashop was destroyed and who knew how long I’d be until they reopened. Not to mention that your leg was post opt and you couldn’t exactly work on it.
Practicality aside, what saddened you most was that Hawks didn’t have much of a reason to see you without the shop.
As much as you had feared it at the beginning of your friendship, you had gotten comfortable with Hawks’s presence in the shop and in your life.
Too comfortable, and now it was biting you in the ass.
Thorns stabbed in your chest.
Keigo noticed your slow-falling expression and frowned, “What’s on your mind?”
“It’s nothing, just, uh...” You shook your head, blinking up at him,
Your voice cut off as your gaze refused to settle on him, Keigo clearly seeing your discomfort.
“Without the teashop, you know...” Then, with that honesty that scared him, you finally met his eyes, gripping the sheets of your hospital bed, “I’m gonna miss seeing you.”
The principle made Keigo’s mind swirl.
You missing him.
His thoughts slipped back to ‘the miel incident’, and your mutual feelings that you very obviously didn’t fucking know about. If you did, he was sure you’d know that he would be missing you a lot without your normal interactions.
This certainly wasn’t the setting to tell you, you were still stuck with an IV and probably somewhat traumatized by the event, even if you seemed in good spirits.
But, he could help assuage your fears. Subtly. Let himself use his honed arts to comfort rather than connive.
“Dove, it’s alright,” He gave the softest smile he could, shreds of real vulnerability in it coaxed out by you without you even being aware of it. “Just because the teashop isn’t around right now doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”
The stunned expression on your face would’ve been cute if it didn’t make Keigo’s heart stutter painfully in his chest.
“You... You do?” Your voice was so soft, you surprised yourself.
Hawks was a busy, busy man. Why the fuck would he bother with you? There was no cute coffee shop aesthetic in your foreseeable future. Maybe some decent drinks, but you wouldn’t be very mobile. You had some supplies and gear to make teas and some drinks at your apartment, but nothing as expansive as was destroyed at the shop. If it was flirty banter keeping him near, there were certainly other people he could go to for some natural chemistry, right?
He doesn’t need you.
Why the fuck would he bother with you, outside of what you could offer him?
“Dove,” Hawks’s voice shook you from your thoughts. “I’m here right now, aren’t I?”
“Uh,” You stuttered, mind catching up to the very obvious conclusion that, yes, Hawks does like having you around. “I guess, yeah.”
He frowned, leaning back in his chair as one of his smaller feathers whisked to your forehead, patting it a few times, “(Y/N), I like spending time with you. I care about you.”
Oh.
That was a little more vulnerability and truth than either of you expected.
Your eyes darted up to meet his, seeing a hint of unbearable fear before it was wiped away.
You didn’t know it, but it was just you that pushed that fear off Keigo’s face.
He forced his shaking hands to be still, mouth drying after saying words that he wasn’t sure he was ready to say yet. God, they were true, but were they okay? For him, or you?
And then you gave him the gooiest, biggest smile you’d ever graced him with, “I care about you too, Hawks. Thank you.”
It made both of your guts turn to mush.
In a stunned moment of silence, both of your breaths stuck in each of your throats. Neither of you could tear your gazes away from each other.
You both tightened your grip on your respective fabrics, your heart rate monitor beeping faster as you swallowed.
Hawks opened his mouth, inhaling, but he was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. A head poked in, the same nurse as before.
“Hey, sweetheart, we need to take your vitals quick,” She came in, waving to Hawks gleefully.
Hawks’s softened eyes were gone, you realized. Torn away from the moment and now speaking comfortably with the nurse as she checked what she needed to.
Your hands shook.
Keigo noticed it, too, his own trembling as well.
The idle chat between Hawks and the nurse fell on your ears, though you didn’t process any of it. You were far too busy mentally coming to terms with the fact that Hawks cared about you. And, based on his tone and that familiar (but usually hidden) adoration in his eyes, it was a bit deeper than you expected and knew how to swallow.
You took a slow breath as the nurse left, Hawks waving with a wide smile plastered on his face.
When the door shut once more, there was a lull of silence that settled over the room. More early morning sunlight was beginning to slant into the room, throwing gold over the otherwise drab and lifeless greys and whites of the room.
The intense mood had been thoroughly interrupted by the nurse, but perhaps it was a hidden blessing.
Both of you were terrified, but so deeply yearning. You both were a bit too raw.
Maybe it would be better to let the fear fade, just a bit more.
“Oh, shit, I nearly forgot,” Hawks reached down next to him, pulling out a bag you hadn’t realized he had brought him. He set it on the edge of the bed. “I got you something.”
“Hawks.” You groaned, shaking your head and running your hands down your face. “You need to stop being so nice.”
“Can’t do that, (Y/N). I’ll be as nice as I want,” You could see that his grin was shit-eating through the space between your fingers. “Besides, you haven’t even looked at it yet.”
You took the bag into your lap, noticing the ruffles of tissue paper that puffed from the top.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” You told him, albeit still pulling the paper from the top to reveal a small, wrapped, fluffy object.
Hawks hummed, leaning forward to set his elbows on his knees, “You’re right. I didn’t have to. But, I wanted to.”
As carefully as you could, somewhat suspicious, you peeled back to the paper.
Your eyes widened.
It was a plushie, round and soft with a filling that made it feel like a marshmallow in your arms. The design was familiar, a character from one of your favorite cartoons, but you’d never talked about it with Hawks.
“I figured you could use a little pick me up after all this,” Hawks tilted his head and winked. “Did I get the character right?”
Your mouth fell open, blinking, “How did you... know? That I liked this one?”
“The little pins on your apron,” Hawks tapped his chest. “I figured you must be pretty fond of this one, since you had a couple of buttons for them, right?”
You wanted to give you a coherent, thankful statement to Hawks. Really, you did. Instead, you stared down at the doughy, round-eyed plushie. Maybe a few overwhelmed tears gathered in your eyes, which you promptly sucked down and shook your head.
“Thank you, really,” You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand. “But, fuck, Hawks—”
For a moment, Keigo thought you were upset with him. Based on the slight contorting of your face, and the wetness in your eyes, his heart seized up. His fingers twitched from where they cupped his chin, wanting to shoot out and comfort you somehow.
However, Keigo stayed put as you turned back towards him, plushie carefully gathered in your arms and hugged snugly and perfectly to your chest.
“You gotta stop being so fucking nice,” You sighed, pressing your face into the soft fabric of the gift. Your words were muffled, but Keigo heard each one perfectly. “I’m gonna start getting ideas, you know.”
Sure, Keigo could’ve pushed some of your buttons and fluffed himself up for some fun, flirty banter that would be undoubtedly lovely, but it wasn’t the time. You’d had a very long and tiring few days, and Keigo could see and imagine that you were in all sorts of disrepair.
Keigo stood slowly, moving just next to your bed where you turned your head upwards to look at him. Carefully, he placed a worn hand on your shoulder, feeling the small bit of bare skin exposed by the thin gown.
“Don’t worry about that right now, dove, okay?” Keigo let his voice go soft, quiet, and gentle as he could make it. Without thinking, he squeezed your shoulder, rubbing his thumb just under your collarbone.
It was too much, maybe. But neither of you would complain.
Keigo could see and feel the way you relaxed, eyes going half-lidded and leaning into his touch, even putting the slightest amount of your weight into it.
It was probably the most precious and sweet gesture he’d ever experienced.
He made it his goal to make more like it.
(Anything to see you so instantly mushy.)
“I saw a coffee machine when I was coming in,” Hawks voice was a hum, hand on your shoulder not moving. You didn’t want it to. The heat pressing against your skin made you melt. “Want me to grab us some? I know I need it.”
You managed to giggle, craning your neck to fully look up at Hawks. You swore you could see the slightest quiver in his bottom lip.
“I’d love some.”
“You sure you can stomach shitty coffee?” The thumb rubbed over your collarbone, Keigo’s pretty eyes searching your face, portraying far more than your words. “That’s my territory, angel.”
“I guess I’ll stoop to your taste,” You gave him a smirk like sweet lightning and tentatively, carefully, reached your hand up to wrap around his own, squeezing. “I take my coffee black.”
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All I Ever Wanted- Karma x shy! Reader
ask: Heyyy can you do a oneshot with an karma x shy! Reader please
@anime-allover
a/n: hello! thank you for being my first request! this was fun to write, I had a lot of fun with it, as someone who was labeled ‘shy’ for most of my childhood, I think I got a lil carried away hehe
sorry this is so long! it's more like a mini fic now :/
if this isn’t what you had in mind or want something shorter let me know!
Warnings: A bit of violence at the end, like two curse words
also, this is highkey inspired by the song “Me and My Husband” by Mitski Mitski
People were often confused by your attitude.
Much to their confusion, you didn’t hate people- others often thought you did.
No, you hated the thought of all the stares, all the eye’s on you.
The thought of all those people judging your every movement, you’re very being, that's what scared you.
You never wanted to downplay your emotions, but the thought of being disliked for who you were was terrifying.
Whenever you entered a room, your skin would crawl with how the people there seemed to size you up, like lions looking for a meal. Unfortunately, you were the poor gazelle.
By no means were you helpless. No, you were far from it. It was simply a matter of finding someone who would accept you for who you were, for all your quirks and flaws.
The search for that person was what put you in the dreaded class 3-E in the first place.
Unable to click with anyone in your class, you became discouraged, causing your grades to slip. Going to a class where nobody liked you made you nauseous, and that was your breaking point.
So here you were. Three months into the first semester and you already dropped this low. You couldn’t even muster up the courage to go to the mandatory meeting where the teachers were supposed to brief you on your life in this class. You didn’t see the point of going to a meeting where all they would do was berate you for falling behind, so you simply did not attend.
That was your first mistake.
Mentally preparing for seeing all eyes on you, you opened the door.
You had prepared for a classroom full of kids staring at you.
You hadn’t however, prepared for a yellow octopus looking thing to look at you as well.
“Good morning Y/N! Welcome to Class 3-E, I am your new teacher Koro-sensei!”
Oh my god, it talks why is it saying it’s my teacher what the hell is going on wow I think the floor is coming to me wait no thAT’S ME FALLING TO THE FLOOR-
If you were conscious, you would have been absolutely mortified at the thought of fainting in front of the class, but alas, you were not. For now.
Unbeknownst to you, a certain redhead had doubled over laughing in the back row.
“She didn’t even scream! Just plop face down on the floor!”
The blue-haired boy he was acquainted with yelled at him.
“Karma! Leave her alone!” though, his reply went unheard over the uproar of laughter resulting from Karma’s comment.
Shaking his head, Nagisa walked up to the front of the classroom where you were still passed out, and lightly shook your shoulder.
“Y/N? Hey um, are you okay?”
Slowly regaining consciousness, you tried to look u and see who roused you from your slumber.
“Mom? What time is it-” The face you saw was that of your mother, but one of the kids in your class.
“Oh um I guess you don’t remember, but you just fainted after seeing Koro-sensei. I'm Nagisa Shiota, and uh-oh,” Nagisa paused before fishing a hanker-chief out of his pocket. “Your nose is bleeding,”
Nagisa seemed to sense that you were still in shock about the quick succession of events in such a short amount of time, so he gently took your hand and placed the white cloth in it.
“Your seat is in the back row, next to the boy with the red hair. His name is Karma,”
“And I’m your best friend, right Nagisa?” the boy -Karama- shouted back.
“More like my worst nightmare,” Nagisa grumbled, though from the look in his eyes you could tell he didn’t really mean it.
On shaky legs, you stood up and walked to your seat beside Karma, tears brimming in your eyes at how some of the kids snickered at your earlier display. Fainting had been the absolute worst way to meet your new class, and though Nagisa at least seemed very kind, you still had no idea what the octopus thing -Koro-sensei- was doing here.
Setting your bag down, you sat in your seat, folded your arms, and rested your head in them, hoping to block everything out, even for just a moment.
Something poking your arm roused you from your small mental breakdown, and you lifted your head to see Karma poking you with the end of his pencil.
Looking around the classroom, it was like your worst fear had come true.
Every single pair of eyes in the room was on you, some even pointing.
“Y/N? Were you listening?” Koro-sensei asked from the front.
You swore everyone could hear your heart by now, you ran your hands together in an attempt to calm yourself down.
“I-I’m sorry sir, could y-you repeat that?” At this point, the only thing that could make this day worse is if he made you introduce yourself to the class.
“I was asking if you would mind introducing yourself to the class?”
motherfu-
“O-oh okay, um, my name is Y/N L/N, and if I'm being completely honest, I have absolutely no idea what's going on,”
“Oh? Did you not attend the teacher’s briefing?”
It seemed that had indeed been a bad choice on your part.
“Um no? I didn’t want any more people to yell at me about my grades, so I didn’t go I guess. I'm sorry,” You cringed internally, hearing your voice get quieter the longer you spoke. You swore, whenever you didn’t know somebody it was like some weird nervous person took over and you turned into a stuttering mess.
“It is quite alright Y/N! It was actually required by the government for you to attend, as it explained my presence and your mission here in 3-E, but I’ll tell them you were sick and couldn’t attend,”
You were taken aback by Koro-sensei’s forgiving attitude, expecting a much harsher rebuke.
“T-thank you very much, sir,”
“You may sit down now, I’ll have Karma and Nagisa explain everything after class, they are the most knowledgeable on the subject. This will also give you the opportunity to meet your new classmates!”
You merely nodded from your seat, unable to will your voice to make a single sound.
The class passed fairly quickly, and you were quite surprised at how well Koro-sensei taught. You never excelled in math, but the way he explained things seemed to click in your brain. It was a pleasant change from the fast-passed, stressful lessons you were accustomed to before.
Light tapping on your desk roused you from your thoughts.
“Hey, it’s Nagisa again. Me and Karma are supposed to explain things to you. Do you mind if we do it while we eat?”
You nodded your head vigorously, eating always calmed you down.
“Alright, I’ll pull up a chair and we can share a desk if you don’t mind?”
You shook your head no, and turned to Karma, wondering what his lunch was.
You’re eyes practically leapt out of your head at the four bento’s filled with extravagant food he pulled out of his bag. You practically started drooling at the thought of eating all that delicious food, and you were tempted to steal one while he wasn’t looking. All you had was a sandwich, and suddenly the thought of eating it didn’t seem so appealing.
“Do you want one?”
The sudden question surprised you, you hadn’t known Karma for very long, but he didn’t seem like the type to share.
“Oh I'm sorry I didn’t mean to stare it just looked really good and you had a lot more than I thoughtandimsorryimtalkingwaytoomuchillshutupnow,”
Karma whistled at the sheer speed at which you spoke, and you tuned your now warm face towards your desk, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how embarrassed you were.
The view of the desk seemed very appealing, but what was more appealing was the bento that was slid across your desk.
“Just eat it. I highly doubt that little sandwich is going to keep you going all day. You looked so pale when I offered I thought you were going to face plant again,”
“You’re right I'm so hungrythankyousomuch,”
You ate the food with fervor, relishing how the flavors danced on your tongue.
You hadn’t expected fainting and being given a bento box to be the start of a friendship, but here you were.
It had been two weeks since you fainted in front of everyone, and you were finally started to warm up to everyone.
They were all honestly very nice, though a bit annoying sometimes, they didn’t seem like bad kids.
And ever since that first day, Karma had brought a bento, just for you.
It was different every day, but the fact that he cared about you from the small interaction to bring you food warmed your heart.
Now, you were animatedly discussing assassination tactics with Nagisa, Karma sipping on strawberry milk- like usual.
“You know,” Karma said, putting down his strawberry milk. “You do this thing whenever you get excited Y/N. Your eyes light up and you talk like a million miles an hour,”
You shrunk inside of yourself at his comment, thinking he was making fun of your habit.
“It’s cute,”
You snapped your face up to his, surprised. No one had ever referred to you as cute before. Sure, there was the occasional creepy guy that would catcall you or the pervy boys in your old class that tried to look up your skirt, but that was about it. Usually, it was always you’re such a weirdo, or you can’t even talk right, you must be stupid.
That thought played on loop in your head for days. Just that single comment.
Karma thought you were cute.
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You had avoided it for long enough, faking illness, ‘accidentally’ rolling your ankle, conveniently getting a migraine, but you could avoid it no longer.
P.E.
It’s not that you were bad at it- quite the opposite actually.
You just didn’t want your classmates to think you were showing off, and you still weren't a hundred percent comfortable with the thought of killing Koro-sensei. Your parents stopped talking to you after you were transferred to 3-E, so he was the most supportive adult figure in your life right now.
But unfortunately, he had also seen right through your attempt and falling ill today, so here you were, lined up with everyone else, ready wishing this was over.
“Alright everyone, today we’ll be going over flexibility and acrobatics. Both are key aspects of assassination, especially for getting yourself out of sticky situations,”
Great. Now everyone will definitely think your showing off.
“We have bars, a trampoline, and mats to test your skills in these areas. Please begin stretching to prepare,”
Karma leaned over to whisper in your ear: “Dude, you look constipated. What’s up?”
You gritted your teeth in dread, completely ignoring Karma’s comment about your face. “I’m good at this,”
“What?”
“I’m good at this stuff. That’s the problem,”
“I think you need to go to the nurse's office because that doesn’t make any sense. If your good at it, then what’s there to worry about?”
Oh how you wished you had Karma’s attitude, but your brain simply did not work like that.
He sighed next to you, then reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. The action caused your brain to short-circuit, and while you previously were imagining all the different ways this could go wrong, the only thing you were able to process was Karma’s hand on your head.
“Whatever you're overthinking in that pretty little head of yours, I promise it’s not going to be as bad as you think it is, so stop worrying. You make an ugly face when you think too hard,”
“Y/N. It’s your turn,”
Karma retracted his hand at Karasuma’s voice, leaving your an anxiety-filled blushing mess.
You breathed slowly and stepped up to the mats, flexibility being the first test.
Looking back into the crowd, you noticed Nagisa giving you a thumbs up and Karma smiling at you. Seeing them silently root for you gave you a bit of courage, so you slid into the splits with ease, stood back up, the bent into a back-bend. Next was a kick over, then a handstand, all executed to perfection.
Not giving yourself time to overthink and panic, you turned to the bars and performed your moves with grace, just as you did at gymnastics practice.
Lastly was your specialty- the trampoline.
Usually, the trampoline was a tumbling mat, but you would just have to make do.
The trampoline was long, spanning about 20 feet. Longer than your usual routine, but that was nothing you couldn’t handle.
Getting a running start, you front flipped, then, using your momentum, did a front handspring. Jumping up once more you did four back handsprings in a row, backflipped, then as a final move, an aerial. You cursed internally, as your hands flew up in the air in the judges salute, something you did on instinct after doing gymnastics for so long.
Shocked to hear shouts and clapping, you turned to the crowd of students who rushed at you.
“That was amazing Y/N!”
“Who knew you were secretly talented!”
“Could you teach me how to do that no hands front flip thingy?”
“Alright alright, let the poor girl breathe,” Karasuma shooed the class away, then turned back to you. “That was very impressive Y/N. If you could coordinate that into assassination, I'm sure you could go far.”
You gave him a real, genuine smile. “Thank you very much, sir!”
Karma’s POV:
Karma didn’t quite understand the feeling in his chest. It wasn’t like the feeling he got when he attempted to assassinate Koro-sensei, or how it felt to break someone’s nose.
No, this was different. Something he had never felt before you.
The way his heart fluttered in his chest at how graceful you looked. Or how he wished it was him you had given that shining smile too.
And it wouldn’t go away.
He started to notice that after you came out of your shell, you smiled a lot more. Your eyes lit up, and he adored the way you chewed your lip when you were worrying about something.
Karma Akabane never thought he’d used the word adored to describe something he felt, but here he was, adoring a new aspect of you each day.
He would lay awake at night, inside his cold, empty mansion, thinking it would be better if you were in it.
Wondering if you felt the same way about him.
He couldn’t bear to think that you didn’t. This new feeling, one he’d never felt before, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
And he had no idea what to do.
Nagisa’s POV:
Nagisa had genuinely never seen Karma liked this before.
It was almost unnerving at first, the way he looked at you like he was stranded in the desert, and you were an oasis, calm and beautiful.
In all his time, Nagisa had never seen Karma in love before.
To someone who hadn’t known Karma along as he had, the way his eye’s got soft when he looked at you, or the way you could always bring him out of a bad mood would go unnoticed.
But Nagisa noticed.
The perceptive boy had also picked up on how you opened up when Karma was around, how you looked at him like he was the only person in the room. The way that whenever you bumped into each other, both of you would linger just a little bit longer than necessary. How when you dropped your pencil last Thursday, and Karma’s fingers grazed yours, both of your faces turned red.
It was almost hard to watch you both pining so obviously over each other, and then do absolutely nothing about it.
What he did not know, was that his annoyance would be short-lived, because no one was expecting what would happen the following week.
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It was all because of those Class B jerks.
They had been your old classmates, and you were just trying to walk to the bus, Karma and Nagisa in tow when they had to show up.
“Hey look! The freak finally found her place, among the other freaks!”
“It’s fitting for her. I mean, you can’t be that weird and not get put in 3-E. Forget about grades, they should have chucked her into that dump the second she arrived!”
To say you snapped would be an understatement.
Nagisa had looked over to you, hoping to provide comfort, but the look on your face would put Karma’s to shame.
You flew towards the two boys, faster than Nagisa thought was possible, and punched the first one straight in the face.
Nagisa flinched internally, watching the blood spurt from his nose, as he actually flew backward from the force of your fist.
The second one was already trying to get a hit in on you, and Nagisa could see Karma was about to step in, but he stopped when he saw you grab the second guy's face, and slam it into your awaiting knee.
“Shut up,” He collapsed on the ground, and you crouched down so you were eye-level with him.
“Listen. I’m in 3-E now. I cannot sink any lower than this, so there’s nothing for me to lose right? So I suggest you tell all your little friends that I will not hesitate to do to them what I just did to you. Got it?”
Both shook their heads, then scrambled away from you, clutching their respective faces.
Your POV:
Your knuckles hurt. Punching someone with that much force was much more painful than they showed in movies.
And, deep down, you were scared what the boys said was true.
You were quiet and reserved, and your interests never matched those around you, and now here you were, blood dripping off your knuckles, tights ripped, hair disheveled, and they were right.
You were a freak.
Karma probably only hung out with you out of pity, why else would he?
And Nagisa only did out of obligation, after all, he couldn’t be Karma’s friend and then not yours, right?
You weren’t even aware you were crying until the tears dripped onto the pavement below your face.
“Y/N? are you okay?”
It was quiet for once inside your head. Too quiet.
“It’s okay Karma. You don’t have to feel pity for me anymore. You can ignore me, and go back to how things were before. I’m okay with being alone,” Despite your words, your voice wobbled and more tears sprung from your eyes.
“Hey. Look at me,” Karma cupped your face with his hands, wiping away a tear with his thumb.
“I hang out with you because I want to. Those guys didn’t know what they were talking about. You’re beautiful and smart, and so devoted. I’ve always loved that about you,”
He said ‘loved”
“You looked badass just now. Don’t think you going crazy on those jerks is going to make me change the way I see you. If you think I’m that shallow, then you’re stupid.
I love the way you chew your lip when your worried, and I love the way you always try so hard in math even though you’re not that good at it. I love the way that you adore the weirdest things, like snakes and old music, and I love how you smile at me when you think I’m not looking,”
Crap he noticed-
“And finally, I love you Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?”
You beamed at him, hearing the words you had always dreamed of hearing.
“Yes. Please,”
He hugged you close to his body, as he could protect you from all the bad in the world, and you relished the way his arms wrapped around you.
“Can I kiss you?”
Instead of giving him an answer, you leaned up and tilted your head so it fit perfectly against his.
Despite all the strawberry milk he drinks, he tasted like cinnamon sugar, an almost bittersweet flavor. He melted into your touch, and his breath tickled your nose when he pulled away.
A light cough from ten feet away reminded you that Nagisa was still here, and you instantly withdrew from Karma’s embrace, smoothing down your uniform.
“Nagisa~ Look who just got a girlfriend,”
“Shut up,” You lightly punched his arm, but you also let your hand entwine with his.
And this was all you ever wanted.
a/n: i read somewhere that Karma’s parents r like super rich so he lives in a mansion????
#karma#karma akabane#karma x reader#karma akabane x reader#assassination classroom#lol i got really carried away#sorry about that
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prompt! (cause ur one of my fav fan writers and i think this is up ur ally): i hc that helen just dumped jon in his office when she rescued him from the circus. maybe when he got back he just took a little while to have a good cry but martin found him in the middle of it and was like "where've you been whats wrong holy shit" and jons just like "hnngh... martin..." (and then maybe later martin is like "oh elias said u were on leave im so sorry" and jons like "elias said WHAT")
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27165962
You are so sweet!!! I hope you like it! :D
"I'll be seeing you, Archivist." In a voice so saccharine sweet in such juxtaposition to how empty and ashamed Jon felt twisted up on the floor where she'd dropped him. He tried to focus, to see her, where she was, or was not but she had slipped through her yellow door in a burst of static before he truly understood where he was. It was when his office began to coalesce around him that the tears came, stinging, burning, the idea that he might just be safe here for even a moment catching on the ragged attempt at a breath. Two. Three. Swift. Hyperventilating. No hands, no mannequins, no, no, no stripping, stroking, smoothing, touching.
But he must be silent. Silent if he's to be able to hide in this small bit of sanctuary and he muffled himself, calling upon years of practice crying in the dark alone, and dragged himself under his desk for another degree of separation against the world and its cruelty. Nevermind that he brought this upon himself, he intended to hide from it until the hunger and thirst clawing at his stomach, his throat, forced him from his hiding place. Leaning against the cool wall, Jon pressed a flushed cheek against it, wrapping his arms around his knees and collapsing inwards like a dying star.
No one came for him.
And while he knew he'd burned bridges and sullied relationships with his paranoid investigating the knowing of it ached in his chest, taking up so much room with its constant agony that there was nothing left for anything else and Jon didn't think he'd ever felt more alone in his entire life. It was silly of him to think anyone would look for him and that did nothing to sooth the hurt bubbling up at the thought of being so easy to abandon, so easy to forget. He cried. He cried and cried, nigh hysterical and so, so quietly because his assistants weren't that far away and he couldn’t allow them to see him like this. There wasn't much left of him at the moment and he wouldn't survive Melanie’s cold indifference or Tim's hot anger.
Had his disappearance even been noticed?
The handle of his door squeaked and he clapped trembling hands over his mouth, eyes wide and searching in the dim. Had they found him? Come to take him away again?
Quiet. Be quiet. Like a mouse. Like you did when you were small.
Whatever, whoever it was hummed in a very familiar way, as if they'd glanced around the room and found it wanting. That was fine. He was always found wanting. He'd been so awful to everyone that it was no wonder he was found wanting. They dropped something onto the desk’s surface, and the toes of Martin’s trainers were inches away from Jon's hiding place. He held his breath, closed his eyes tight.
Wished to be found.
Wished to be left alone.
Why wasn’t he leaving?
A whimper escaped, small. Barely there. But it was enough. Martin’s shoes shifted, stepped back.
“I’ve got a, well I’ve got a mug! But it will hurt!” Jon pressed back, curled up, just as Martin’s body blocked the minimal light to his hiding place. It took a few seconds for his face to come into focus.
“Don’t!” Jon flinched from his hand, shouting, the thought of being touched made him want to throw up, made him want to disappear, made him want to run. “Don’t. P’please.”
Martin didn’t know if he truly expected an intruder but he definitely didn’t expect to find Jon cowering away from him, rail thin, expression haunted, and dressed in clothes two sizes too large on him. In a cracked voice he shouted at him when he reached out and in the dim of his hiding place he could make out his wide, terrified eyes, lined with dark shadows and suspiciously wet.
“Alright, alright, Jon.” Martin sat cross legged on the floor instead to watch him ease the smallest amount and drop his forehead to the folded arms balanced on knobby knees with a shaky exhale. “So, haven’t seen you in a while.” His shoulders hitched in a damp laugh, hitched further when he began sobbing. “Oh, oh, Jon.”
“I, I, I--” he was gasping for air, crying too hard to speak, and Martin risked shifting just a little bit forward and talking in a low voice, just for them under the desk.
“Okay, okay. Elias didn’t tell us where you’d gone.” At that, Jon whipped his head to face him, confusion warring with the panic.
“W’what?”
“No one knew where you were.” Big tears slipped down his cheeks and he looked so betrayed, so small, that Martin wanted to wrap him up and protect him from all the awful things he knew were coming.
“I was. The Circus.” He scrubbed his face angrily with his forearm. “Took me. They took me.” He ground the heels of both hands into his eyes as if he could physically stop himself from crying. “They.”
“You don’t have to talk about it, Jon.”
“I wasn’t. I didn’t m’mean to.” His bottom lip was trembling, his words thready. “I’m s’sorry. I didn’t want, want.”
“This wasn’t your fault. Of course you didn’t want to be kidnapped off the street.” But he knew how this could look, especially for Tim with his history. The rest of the staff were likely to accuse Jon of pulling some sort of trick or long con. Melanie particularly hadn’t been shy in sharing exactly what she thought of the man weeping only a meter in front of him, hiding under his desk.
“Kept t’touching--” he choked himself off and Martin worried he was going to be sick but he just swallowed reflexively, sucking down great gulps of air, horrified and whispery. “Wouldn’t stop.”
“Jon, you’ve got to breathe. Slowly, okay?” He was going to pass out if he didn’t and Martin wasn’t altogether sure that wouldn’t be a bad thing, caught as he was between extremes, exhausted and strung out. Martin wanted to hold him, let him feel safe if he even could anymore, let him rest for a few minutes without fear of being hunted, chased, cut, burned, kidnapped.
“I’m coming apart. It’s too, it’s too heavy, Martin. I, I, I can’t breathe for the weight of it.” Syllables tripped over each other, manic, frantic, they tumbled from his mouth like a waterfall. “I know, I, I’ve been. Cagey? For lack of a b’better term? No, no, paranoid. I know. It’s. I’ve been, but things keep coming after me. They want to hurt me--have hurt me! And, and, and I. Trust. I don’t trust anyone. Not really. Not really. I can’t? I don’t. I don’t know how.” Thin, quaking fingers ran over innumerable scars unconsciously, tracing them in constellations. “I’m. I’m just so s’sorry and I can’t. I can’t fix it.” He grit his teeth, smothering himself before hanging his head. “I’m so tired, Martin.”
“I can help with that.”
Jon didn’t expect much after his outpouring. He hadn’t meant to say all that, to burden Martin with even more awful things on top of what they’d already experienced, but to his surprise he offered nothing but help and Jon wasn’t altogether sure why he was humoring him. Jon didn’t want to leave the office. He didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. He didn’t think he could take the inevitable and scathing comments. Not right now. Not yet.
“We can make that work.” He smiled, something small and sweet and open, shrugging out of his jumper and holding it out, still keeping his distance. His kindness was a balm, one that he thought might hold the disparate pieces of himself together long enough for him to scrape up the will to hold them together himself. “You’re cold. You’ve had a shock. A, a lot of shocks.” He raised an eyebrow, still with that same soft grin of understanding. “I’ve seen you nick them before.” Jon ducked his head, reaching out for the warm wool still holding remnants of Martin’s body heat and leaned back against the wall. It was almost like a blanket and the thick knit was well worn and pleasant on his hypersensitive skin. The weight of it soothed his frayed nerves and somehow, against all odds, Jon was dragged under a tidal wave of sleep.
Martin stood guard and watched Jon’s heavy lids fall shut over tired eyes as he unspooled under the safety of his desk. He sank lower, sliding down deeper into the jumper until the only visible part of his face was above the scarred bridge of his nose. He’d begun dreaming of something, making small noises and speaking scraps of sentences that were devoured by the dark. Martin scrutinized him in an attempt to discern whether or not the dreams were in fact nightmares, but he seemed alright for the moment and he let himself relax. He passed the time on his phone, wondering for a fleeting moment if anyone in the office realized where he went and ultimately decided that a little time away from the anger and the blame and the helplessness was probably good for him.
“S’a...mmn…” Jon’s face was pulled into a pained grimace, his fingers winding into the wool. “No’st, no!” Jon’s eyes flew open, flecked with unnatural green and blank with terror when he didn’t recognize or remember where he was. He fought with the cable knit swallowing up his body and tangling him up in his confusion. “No! No! No, no, no!” Panicked murmuring filled up his hiding place and he swiped frantically at his arms, trying to tear his way out of the binding constriction. His hands finally met skin but he didn’t recognize it as his own, fingers curling as he clawed dark angry marks from elbow to wrist and when Martin took hold of them in an effort to protect Jon from himself he had to exert incredible strength to keep him pinned, keep him from hurting himself. But he was so scared, bucking and wild and Martin was sure someone was going to burst in here at any moment, surprised that they hadn’t already, and demand answers to questions he couldn’t even begin to parse.
“Jon,” Martin tried, “hey, it’s me, you’re safe, you’re here in the Archives with me. The Archives, Jon.”
“Stop, stop, stop!” The tears were back, caught in his throat and stealing away his pleading voice and Martin hated every entity they’d ever encountered. He hated Elias, he hated whatever was happening here that they were so powerless to prevent.
“Jon, Jon, I’m here. Hush, now, hush, shhh.” Martin tried to hide his own panic behind a calm exterior, wrapping around him when he finally wrenched himself free and swiped at him. He held Jon tight, almost too tight, crushing his arms to his sides until the fight went out of him and he went completely slack, chest heaving, short panting breaths rushing in and out beside Martin’s ear. “That’s right. Okay, okay, I’m sorry, that must have been frightening. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself, I’m so sorry it scared you.” Strung tight as a bowstring and just about ready to snap, it took long minutes before his rabbit-quick heart began to slow and Martin could feel his bones stamping themselves in rigid lines where he was pressed against him. He kept up his nonsensical chatter, smoothing back unruly tangles.
“M’martin?” Barely an exhale as he turned his face into Martin’s neck. “Not, not. Plastic.” And while it didn’t make any sense to Martin, he let Jon have the comfort it gave him, gently loosening his grip, surprised that instead of putting as much distance between them that he could he collapsed inwards, curling into the pocket the curve of Martin’s body made and laying his ear over the rhythm beating beneath it. “Sorry…” His lips didn’t move, the apology carried on a deep, weary sigh.
“No need to apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Martin ran a hand up and down Jon’s narrow back. He was quiet, calm, as he gathered up handfuls of his shirt and held on tight, a boat unmoored and lost at sea just searching for an anchor.
“Please, I’ve. I’ve no right to ask.” An all over shiver, like a string plucked, and it resonated from Jon and into Martin.
“You can.” He waited for him, giving him the space to speak without feeling any more pressure.
“Please, just a, a moment more?” He hugged him and Jon clutched back, burying his face into his shoulder to block out all else.
“Oh, Jon. Of course. All the time you need.”
#TMA#the magnus archives#jon sims#martin blackwood#nightmares#kidnapping#panic attacks#emotional hurt/comfort#crying#tears#touch starved#touch averse
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yo ,i remember a post about sort of reverse batfam , between jason and dick , can you do the headcanons about under the red hood please
yes yes yes yes yes and another yes to top it all off. i really really love the idea, and i love under the red hood in general so thank u so much for suggesting this :) like i spent all day brainstorming (probs shoulda been studying but shhhhh) diff headcanons so i’m pretty excited to write it out. also so the timeline with this is a little tight ig?? i really wanted to include tim as bruce’s new sidekick with dick in the middle of his fallout with bruce but again a lil too tight so we’re just gonna have rebellious dick for now and i also haven’t watched death in the family so i’m basing this purely off of under the red hood :) (oh and fuck dick’s hair in the movie oh my god i’m ignoring that it even exists i’m so sorry)
dick is 17 on the cusp of hitting 18 and he’s so fucking sick of batman. every conversation of theirs was leading to a screaming match where each one tries to push their opinion as fact. it was getting messy and soul crushing at this point, and dick hated it. the rising action of it all was dick getting fired from robin, a role he hadn’t even been formally granted by batman yet he felt it in his power to strip him of it. he felt like a pawn in a chess game that gambled his identity and being off of the mind numbing mantra of be better. do better. faster. punch harder. follow orders. be better be better better. and dick was sick of it, so he shed the robin uniform. swallowing it like a bitter pill because he was forced to do so. but nightwing was giving him clarity as of late. the sheer rush, brilliance and exuberance of it all reminded him of when flying was a much simpler task.
however, dick had an annoyingly unwavering loyalty to protecting bruce’s (less batman then bruce. bruce was his father. batman was not. yet nowadays the man himself was forgetting who exactly was the secret identity and who the real person was.) safety and well-being, even if it meant risking another shouting round. so, once dick catches wind of batman’s whereabouts for the night, he decides to help him with Amazo etc., and dick cant help but realize how well they still mesh together when it comes to fighting. the talking part however, did not come naturally anymore. (it used to. it used to be so much easier)
now bruce, is attempting his best to keep dick out of the loop. he knows dick will furious. and dick’s temper is something not many can tame, but bruce would take the risk. he’d rather dick spit on his memory then be dead in his arms (just like jason was, blown to bits when he should’ve been in his room. safe. sleeping after studying for some test not fighting crime with him in the underbelly of Gotham city, or getting dragged along bruce’s self induced fight with the world.)
dick, of course, does not appreciate this and can very easily tell the bruce is trying to get him off the case. dick doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest, and it only makes him want to push more. to fight bruce on every detail and demand he be apart of this because that’s the only way he can get anywhere with him. it was fair to say, that the interrogation with the joker he had to force bruce into taking him too, wasn’t exactly pleasant. he watches, leaning back against the wall as batman has joker by the neck. some part of him hates himself for not being upset about this, like he’s failing his moral code in some way. but he ignores that half, and tries not to feel angry as bruce doesn’t choke joker out like the rat he is. dick wished, in the darkest parts of his mind, that he could burn joker alive, just to watch in vengeful satisfaction that the man who stole his brothers breath wither in pain. ( and watch that fucking laugh die out)
now, the confrontation goes quite similar. except dick is noticing these little things that resemble jason too much it be a coincidence. too much. he knows how jason fights, he’s sparred with him for years and used to spend countless nights in his room trying to emulate his older brothers swift and hard hitting movements in front of his mirror. he always wished he could hit as hard as jason, as dicks strength at the time was his inhuman flexiblity and professional acrobatic skills. now, when he and batman are against the red hood, fuck it doesn’t feel right to dick. it’s all too similar. it wasn’t even the bigger moves that caught his attention but the little moves in stance that screamed at him that it was his brother. he kept shutting the idea down, because if it was possible dick would have made it happen. he would’ve.
dick gets hurt in the aftermath, but bruce must be a fucking comedian if he thinks it’s going to stop him. they get into another argument, bruce talking him down to nothing and dick frustrated that bruce couldn’t see that he’s been doing this for too long to be lectured on it, and that bruce wasn’t atlas. he wasn’t responsible for the world being held up between his two hands. it simmers down to loud silence, like it always does and dick hobbles out. leaning slightly on alfred.
bruce’s hunch is eating him alive. devouring his soul and heart with a satisfying crunch, not sparing crumb. with the revelation that his son could be alive, and the Red Hood of all people, one of the first thoughts that run through his mind is that he could not tell dick. dick could never know, and will never know. it was a hushed promise, one kept inside his chest, locked like all of his unspoken words. it would crush dick, just like it was crushing bruce now. (or maybe it was because if bruce was on the fence about breaking his moral agenda, he knows that dick would hurdle over that fence. he hates that he knows this but he does. dick wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve for his family, especially for jason. this is the same boy that was set on killing zucco all those years ago before jason and him had stopped it.)
(jason’s tasting bitter green as he mulls over why the fuck dick was there. that little idiot was supposed to be at home. safe. not carrying out bruce’s destructive agenda of self proclaimed justice. he didn’t know whether to be mad at bruce or dick. because of course bruce encouraged this shit, eager to force another child soldier into the suit and send him out to die. but God, did it hurt that dick had taken bruce’s side over his even if he didn’t know it was jason. and that stung like a motherfucker. his little brother, whose fond memories were becoming hazed in a cloud of viridecent smoke, had picked bruce’s side. a little part of himself though, shy and hesitant, whispered that he had hurt dick. he had hurt his little brother and he couldn’t justify it no matter how vengeful he was. but he shoved that part aside, trying to ignore its desperate murmurs as they told him that every time he looked at nightwing or whatever the fuck his new name was, he saw his eight year old little brother smiling up at him).
dick knows that bruce thinks he’s covering his tracks well. he is but dick knows bruce, better then bruce thinks he does. so dick is slowly beginning to formulate a hunch of his own, as he spends countless nights rubbing his formerly injured leg and wondering if he really did everything he could’ve to save jason. if there was something he missed. it’s starting to gnaw away at him, until realization settles into his chest after snooping through bruce’s files. then, he’s dashing to get into uniform, giving a breathless and hasty apology to alfred. itsjasonitsjasonitsjasongogogorunrunrun
batman. red hood. bruce. jason. father. son. bruce cannot stomach the vigor in jason’s words and jason’s heart is giving out at the fact that his father won’t do this for him. to end that pathetic excuse of a fucking life, one that’s stolen from so many people, but it still wasn’t up to his moral standards limit. was jason not enough to warrant a sacrifice for the greater good. (was jason’s desperate need to feel safe of that walking nightmare not worthy to overtake any mission)
it happens in a rush. dick is swinging up to the building, the blood pumping through his ears drowning out the screams of his chest. the joker tackles batman as the timer tick tick tick’s away numbingly. suddenly, dick has kicked the joker off and has one hand over his neck while the other smothers itself over his mouth and nose. why didn’t he do this before? why didn’t he kill the thing before? it didn’t even deserve to be called human, so why would any moral standards apply to a human based code. if batman wanted to be the whole representer of pure justice, fine. he could do that. dick wasn’t though. he was going this kill piece of shit then never let go of jason as long as he lived.
suddenly, there’s a pull at the back of dick’s uniform and at the corner of his eye he catches sight of jason being pulled by bruce as well and he’s just about to call out for him when the next thing he knows a blast rockets through his ears and the world goes black.
jason was no where to be found. and bruce ends up having to shove dick into the batmobile before he lunged after the joker, after realizing jason was missing and that the joker was still alive and kicking. the argument that insues? isn’t pretty. in fact it’s their worst. dick had spun around and asked bruce, ‘who are you? batman or bruce? because im not talking to batman, i want to hear why bruce couldn’t do the one thing his son needed! i want to know why bruce thought it was going to be beneficial not to fucking tell me that my brother-Bruce, he’s my brother! that he was alive, because you thought I was gonna pull shit like this? look at that! the exact thing you tried to avoid happened, you know why? because you cannot trust me, and it blew up in your face!’
it goes on. and on. and on. there’s no resolution, or admittance to what happened. bruce simply shuts himself down, stating this wasn’t changing anything. there was a then and a now, one in which bruce harbours enough guilt to crush his shoulders.
there’s a stony resolution in dick’s voice after bruce tells him to get out with more finality to it then he’s ever said it before, when he says, “fine. batman.”
(jason replays it over and over again in his head. the batarang. bruce turning his back to him. the jokers screechy laugh eating at his mind. eruptions of pain from the crowbar. again. again. again. and dick. smothering the joker. a steely resolve in his brothers eyes he never wanted to see but was secretly glad for. it replays like a broken film in his head, cutting and chopping but creaking out the same tune.)
AHHH OK SO i def wanted to do so much more with this ugh but i really wanted it done td so excuse just how unpolished it is, i might go back with some new ideas in it, but i like where i ended it off. this is more or less the ‘detachment’ phase in dick’s relationship with bruce, as hes nearing the end of high school and cannot do this with bruce anymore (oh college is a whooole other ordeal hehe) but i think dick would be better to tim then what he canonically was to jason. (also because dick is totally not on a mission to get his brother back at all costs and fix this family, nope. not at all.), and i think dick just has a lot more anger in this too? and bitterness here ig? just because he had lost his parents, then his brother essentially, and had to deal with being the emotional support to bruce who was falling apart. it’s a heavy load, and dick is absolutely still himself, just when it comes to jason and the joker as well as his family in general, i think he has a lot more anger as well as less control yk? (oh also i have him less in blüdhaven in this lil thing just bc like he’s still in highschool and is in this weird phase with bruce that hes fired etc., but is now yk fully going into the, ‘i’m not speaking to you anymore’ part. SOO THATS IT FOR THAT THANK YALL SO SOOOO MUCH FOR READING UR KINDA ALL THE BEST TBH AND TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION AGAIN THIS WAS HELLA FUN :)!!
#dick grayson#jason todd#bruce wayne#joker#dcu#under the red hood#nightwing#red hood#batman#brothers#angst#reverse robin au#reverse robins#tHIS IS ANGSTY YALL#LIKE I SAT BRAINSTORMING THIS SHIT FOR SO LONG#DICK WILL DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT HIS FAMILY#AND JASON IS HURT AND ANGRY BUT HE CAN NEVER BE TRULY MAD AT DICK#BRUCE IS JUST EMOTIONALLY STUNTED BUT HIS ACTIONS AFFECT HIS KIDS SO MUCH UGHHH#robin#hurt/no comfort#yeah not a lot of comfort here#family feels#i wrote this at 2:34am#and i’m not mad
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The Brown Hindenburg (sailing with Ween)
the brown Hindenburg
…smoldering beautifully
reaches my lips
and as always
there is no tragedy.
no network break-ins.
humanity…? ’tis fine
but what makes this
docking so
noteworthy?
why…after thousands of voyages
will this one
forever smile among
the somewhat stinky heap
inside my head?
topped proudly with crown
and scepter leaf
…a concoction of
oozy orange
and
peacock purple
I’m
breathing in
I’m
breathing in
my chest ballooning up:
I begin to feel the craving for the
Brothers Brown…
like
reverb
in
your
spinal
blocks
building
no way
out
but from
the ends of your hair
walking on glockenspiels shoes
running with xylophone calves
dashing into the room
that houses the records
No doubt about what to play!
easiest decision all day
(in a day filled with no hard decisions, honestly)
I reach and pull
out
Pure Guava
grinning like a fool…
and so help me
I did a
mobile jig
as I made my way to the
turntable
I guide the needle to the
vinyl
and quickly
I scoot my way over
to the Papa Chair
for a listen
by the fourth song
(Thebiggestthingyoueverdidseebigjilm)
I realized my chest was
bouncing and beating
to the tunes
perfectly
this heart
was a four track chamber
pulsing that delicious Ween groove
throughout!
I survived the
steady low beat of
Legit
by breathing in
so slowly
…quite glad that I neglected to light
incense)
at the end of a motivating
Pumpin’
both the kitchen and bathroom were
spotless
by the time I was
rocking chair – chest bound
(veins straw…nothing but straw)
with
Cryin’
I began to worry about
Mourning Glory !
I tried to remain calm when it hit
and obviously
I’ve lived to tell the tale
the best way I can describe it
would be if you could
plug your living heart
into an old timey radio dial
and let the
spastic child
down the street
have his way with it
twisty static pop nightmare !
licorice stick aluminum foil fingers tightening !
There will be proud frantic holes
in the walls
with seven spikes
and broken knuckles
I was able to catch my breath
and relax
by masturbating
(softly…so very softly)
to Loving U
after coming out
from underneath the bed
for Don’t
I dashed
(chest beating fudge brownie batter)
to the bathroom
(surprised to find it…spotless)
where I lay
groaning to
Poopship
and I recovered in a
pleasant fetal position
listening to the needle
lap dance the label
my wooden brown ship
flips its screen around
and waits
for complete restoration
I am spent from inhaling it all.
exhausted by the receiving.
but
I will rise again
like a pirate flag
in the middle of a rocking sea
the guava will
float my boat
through the anarchy of bong water
safely
each
&
every time
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Yellow is for sunlight - day three of @violetvineyardnetwork‘s 2020 Pride Event!
Summary goes here.
Length: ~1,400 words
Warnings: No warnings apply. =)
Tag List: @maxgraybooks @howdy-writes @ladywithalamp @violetcancerian @daltoneering (Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)
There is rarely anything pleasant about sleeping in the back of a car—even when said car appears made to accommodate this exact situation—but as June blinks against the thin tendrils of sunlight filtering through the windows, she finds herself feeling remarkably calm.
In her sleep, Winnie managed to roll off of the bench and snuggle up to June. She’s cast one thigh over June’s hips, an arm around June’s waist, and pillowed her face against June’s breast. It’s not unpleasant, even if it does strange things to June’s heart. She knows, rationally, that Winnie is a restless sleeper, the sort that needs something to hold onto to stay asleep, and that June is simply another thing to hold onto. She knows this, but still her heart pangs.
The nice thing about their current situation is that June can blame the heat of her skin on the sunlight pressing down on her; if there is one constant about their time in the desert, it is that the air is too hot and the sun is too bright. She’s careful not to touch Winnie any more than Winnie has managed to touch her, although she’s quite aware of the inches between the small of Winnie’s back and the tips of her fingers.
June focuses on breathing.
A hawk sounds a baleful call in the middle distance, and though the sound is muted, June perks up to it anyway. There is life nearby, that call tells her. The sun has not yet burned everything in this godforsaken desert, which means that they are not alone—and that there is a chance for them, too, to make it out of here alive.
Winnie whimpers in her sleep, and June stiffens. What is she dreaming about? Is it a dream or a nightmare, and if it’s the latter, is it something that June can fix? Or is it simply the result of another failure on June’s end, another thing that she could have done better?
The questions race through her mind in half a second, less time than it takes for Winnie to jerk awake. Sweat that is not from the perilous desert heat beads her brow, dampens her skin, trails a thin line down to her wide brown eyes.
“Hey,” June says, voice soft and damp and well on its way to soothing—or so she hopes, anyway. “You’re awake.”
Winnie looks at June, then extricates herself from June’s limbs and sits up, wraps her arms around her knees, puts her back to June. It’s a gesture of defense, though whether it is against the residual fear of a nightmare or something else is entirely unknown to June.
June props herself up on her elbows, careful not to intrude on Winnie’s space. It’s odd, being the one to take on a comforting role, and she’s awkward at it. Uncomfortable, even.
“Winnie?” June asks, hating that her voice wobbles out like a question. Winnie doesn’t look at her, just cocks her head slightly. It’s enough for June. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Winnie says after a moment too long. “Just peachy.”
June knows this is a lie just as well as she knows why the radio doesn’t work, but she doesn’t press the issue. If Winnie wants to keep this to herself, that’s her right. If it’s something that June needs to know, then she can only hope Winnie will fill her in when the time is right.
But it clearly is not the time for such a conversation, not right now, so June groans and pulls herself up, stumbles out of the car. She mutters a spiteful, “Christ,” at the sudden onslaught of heat on her skin, of the sincerely unpleasant sensation of hot gravel against her bare feet. She really needs to change up her sleeping attire for the nights they spend in the car; her feet won’t be able to take many more mornings like this before they up and quit on her.
She pokes her way to the passenger’s seat to grab some much-needed toiletries, but she pauses before opening the door. Through the window, she can see Winnie, who is still hunched over herself, face pressed in such a way that June imagines her eyes must be level with the knobs of her knees. She sees Winnie, and her heart aches for the woman she’s come to know and love.
And, well, that’s a thought right there. It’s more than enough to wake June up.
“Love, huh?” June snorts and shakes her head, then decides to forgo the toiletries—and her impromptu bathroom trip—until a later hour. Hopefully one with a gas station bathroom, if nothing else.
She gets back into the car instead, sitting so that her back is pressed to the passenger’s seat, and her legs are pointed toward Winnie. Winnie, who is looking at her now, dark circles of red pressed into her brown skin where her knees and face have become intimately acquainted.
“I’m fine,” Winnie says, and there’s a lot of bite to the words. Like she’s afraid June will try to make her talk about it.
“Okay,” June says, nodding. “Glad to hear it.”
Winnie doesn’t relax, exactly, but she does mimic June’s position, only with her back to the bench and her feet pointed toward the driver’s seat. June offers her a small smile, which Winnie makes an attempt to return.
“Where are we off to today?” Winnie asks.
June shrugs. “Wherever we end up, I guess. I didn’t have any real plans for today.”
“That’s… mighty relaxed of you.”
“If I’m being honest, I kind of forgot where we are right now.”
Winnie barks out a laugh. “No!”
“Yes,” June says, her smile tight. “Whatever happened yesterday—I don’t know. It messed me up something fierce.”
“Like a hangover from hell,” Winnie says, nodding sagely.
June snorts. “More eloquent than I’d put it, but yeah. Basically.”
“That thing- the contagion, or whatever.” Winnie bites her lip, stares fixedly at the floor of the car. “What do you think it wants?”
“I don’t know,” June says, “but I doubt it’s good. And I’m not real keen on the fact that it’s following us around.”
“Yeah,” Winnie says. “I… do you think there’s a reason that it’s following us?”
June cocks her head. “How do you mean?”
“Like, not something we’ve done,” Winnie says quickly, “but another reason? Like- I don’t know, like something about us that it wants.”
June’s stomach turns at the thought. “It’s certainly a possibility.”
“Not a good one.”
“Not particularly, no.”
Winnie sighs. “How did this all get so complicated?”
“Wherever books are involved, things usually end up in a tangled mess. Usually it’s more along the lines of red tape and bureaucracy, but I suppose there’s a first for everything.”
Winnie snorts and lays her head against the bench. “You mean most folks don’t get chased around by magical phenomena?”
“No,” June says, perfectly deadpan. “It’s usually just a phase.”
At this, Winnie laughs. It’s a real, full-bodied laugh, and June is quite pleased with herself. She picks at a stray thread of her basketball shorts so that she doesn’t get caught staring at the lines of Winnie’s throat.
Winnie’s laughter peters off, and they fall into a comfortable silence, with nothing but themselves and the morning light to keep them company.
June closes her eyes and soaks in the heat. It’s far from pleasant, but the prickling of her skin gives her something to focus on that isn’t Winnie, that isn’t the frantic beating of her heart as Winnie moves to sit closer to June, lays her head on June’s shoulder. She tries to focus on the sunlight instead of Winnie’s hair tickling her skin, but it’s a futile effort; June has never been able to ignore Winnie, no matter how much she wanted to.
“June?” Winnie says, the words little more than a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. You know, for everything.”
June’s lips cant into a smile, and she turns her head so that her cheek rests on Winnie’s hair. “Of course,” she says, heart bleeding into her words. “It’s the least I can do.”
There’s a pause, and for a moment, June thinks the sun has lulled Winnie back to sleep. Then she feels Winnie’s breath blow hot against her neck, and she feels more than hears her say, “I love you.”
#violetvineyard#vv pride event 2020#excerpt: the road that follows#wip: the road that follows#EDIT: SCREAMING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO UPDATE THE WORD COUNT AND WARNINGS#EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEA
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IkeVam Nightmare lovers - Faust
I translated Faust's story from IkeVam Nightmare lovers' collection event. I found Faust’s story scarier than Charles' though, but anyway, enjoy! (ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ
Part 1
In the quiet moonless darkness, I was captured in a dream that I cannot wake up from … One night, when I realized, I was running in the forest at night … (Quick, I must run away quickly …)
???: Kuku … you think you can escape? (kuku ~evil laugh mwahahaha but I think the jp word ‘kuku’ sounds better for Faust, so... ;u;)
I didn’t know by whom or why I was being chased … I just kept running, running frantically. (This is ...a cemetery?) Around the cemetery Illuminated by moonlight, there were flowers blooming faintly against the dead of night. As I was staring at this scene, suddenly someone pulled my arms and hugged me from behind.
Yuuki: No…!
The hand grabbed my chin and turned my face facing forward, a cold voice echoed in my ears.
???: Look carefully at the gravestone, the name carved on it…
Those words made my gaze wander and what caught my eyes was … (It can’t be. This is … my name?)
???: Do you understand now?
With a pleasant voice, the man who I didn’t recognize looked into my face.
???: There is no place for you to escape. You are already dead.
Yuuki: That is not possible…!
The moment I shouted, the ground at my feet shook violently. (Eh…?)
???: Finally the medicine is effective. You are unexpectedly stubborn.
(Who on earth are you…?) I couldn’t press any questions, the scenery before my eyes got distorted limply.
Part 2
When I regained consciousness from the darkness, I was lying down in an unfamiliar church.
???: Oh, finally you wake up?
Yuuki: … Who are you?
I put myself on guard, and the man wearing glasses grunted pleasantly.
???: It’s good to have an inquisitive mind, I will tell you. My name is Johann Georg Faust, and you are my experimental animal (guinea pig)
(Human guinea pig …) Even when I heard his name, I had no idea who he was and uneasiness filled my heart. I opened my mouth to shut him out.
Yuuki: What you said earlier … what does it mean? You said I died once.
Faust: Exactly as I said, you died once and was resurrected as a vampire.
Yuuki: It can’t be. I have no memories of dying or becoming a vampire. (Firstly, only pureblood vampires can do that)
Faust: Believe it or not, do as you please. Your body will tell you the truth, don’t you agree?
For a moment, there was a hurt/stinging sensation running in my throat. (What? Suddenly… I’m thirsty) I want blood … I was driven by a ferocious craving, my heart throbbing intensely, my breath becoming shallow.
Faust: Oh dear, it’s unbearable.
I bent down my body to endure and he held out a glass in front of my eyes. That looked like ordinary white wine. (… It’s Blanc...) I gulped down the Blanc in one go, but somehow it didn’t satisfy me even for a bit. It was so painful, when I realized, I was clinging on to Faust’s chest.
Yuuki: Why? What on earth is going on…?
Faust: Oh, it’s serious illness if even Blanc cannot satisfy you.
He grabbed the back of my head and made me look up, the distance between us was near enough for our breaths to touch, I was caught in his sharp eyes. Those eyes were like a beast in front of its perfect prey, carrying a dangerous light.
Faust: If you want blood, I can let you bite me, however - before that, you will let me steal you away.
(Eh?) My eyes were wide open the moment Faust’s fang touched the nape of my neck.
Yuuki: Ahhh….
That sensation made the deep of my body throbbed intensely.
Yuuki: ….! Haa, aaaa….
When my body suddenly woke up, only heavy breathing was echoing in the quiet room. The hot season already passed but my entire body was damped with sweat.
(Ts, what is it, I can’t remember but I feel like I was having a very bad dream) I got out of bed and unintentionally looked into the mirror, I found two small bruises on the nape of my neck. (What is this… they looked as if bitten by fangs) When I touched the bruises, a sweet ache slowly spread all over my body.
Yuuki: Ts…. ! (flashback of Faust’s image)
Suddenly, my heart throbbed like a ringing alarm bell, I was taken over by pleasant and terrifying sensation at the same time. One day, my body and my heart will be stolen away by the man in the dream… I was having that premonition as I stood still forever in front of the mirror.
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Good Girl
Summary: Freddy Krueger has been waiting for so long to haunt the hearts and minds of new victims. As soon as he stumbles upon her, he knows she’ll be the perfect vessel to spread his fear.
Word Count: 3574
A/N: Happy Halloween!!! So this fic was written for @sherrybaby14 and her Fall Into You Challenge, and my prompt was “Why me?” I’ve written for Freddy since high school, but this is the first time I’ve actually written smut for him, and it’s definitely some of the most non-con stuff I have written so uh I hope u all enjoy this insane premise and maybe find it as hot as I do lol I’ve also been playing around with smut in the 3rd person recently just as a way to try something new so I hope you like it!
Warnings: DEFINITE NON-CON! It turns more dub-con towards the end but considering the implications of the fic this is definitely non-con and if that bothers or upsets you then you shouldn’t read it. Knife play, slight degredation (this is Freddy we’re talking about, he throws some “whores” and “sluts” around), loss of virginity, daddy kink, manipulation, tricking someone into sex, and voyeurism. So esentially my nightmare if Freddy discovered what my kinks were.
There were a lot of dreamers that had wandered into the Springwood Slasher’s domain. No one ever came to him willingly, and only a few ever escaped his metal claw. However, the years had not been kind to him, and over time he had grown as rusty as his blades. The people that stumbled into his world often drifted out just as quickly. They simply didn’t scare as easily anymore, and none of them gave a second thought to the man with the ratty fedora and red and green striped sweater, much less spread the fear to their friends.
He simply had to adapt, and Krueger was a man that could devise a solution to this dilemma quite easily. It would take time and the right target, but all would fall into place again, just as it had many years ago. Only a matter of time and he would be back in business.
It didn’t take long for a fly to land in the spider’s web. He didn’t interact with her the first few times she slid into his dream world, taking great care not to spook her away. The time he spent watching her was to gather every scrap of information he could. Her fears, her desires, every thought that flit across her mind as she spent her sleeping hours fantasizing about what she truly wanted. And what she wanted surprised even a man like himself.
He pegged her for college age, a tad older than his usual prey. She was cute in an innocent, naive sort of way, perfect for his intentions. And her plump figure was a nice little addition as well, a body he could really sink his claws into.
But what really held his stunned curiosity were the content of her dreams. This sweet innocent thing consistently fantasized about losing her virginity. And not to any particular man, like a boyfriend or a crush. No, it was perhaps a revolving door of different older men that she dreamt about, whether they were people she knew or they were celebrities, Freddy had no idea. But he knew for certain he wanted to keep pursuing the mind of this woman, and watch her deepest desires fulfilled in her dreams.
All of her dreams followed a similar scenario, whether it took place in her bedroom or elsewhere. Older men with beards, silver hair, tattoos, hairy chests, broad shoulders, some tall, some short, some muscular, some thicker, with large hands that would hold her open as they ravished her body. They would all whisper lewd things to her, telling her how they would take her virginity. Some were gentle while others were firm, depending on what her mind desired at that moment. They would touch every inch of her body, always paying attention to her soft breasts and her soaked lower lips, while she cooed and whimpered as they ate her out. And then they would fuck her in every position imaginable. She must have enjoyed dirty talk, as every scenario involved them praising her up and down, worshipping her, telling her what a good little babygirl she was.
The sight of such debauchery would leave a wide grin plastered over Freddy’s marred skin, his libido raging ever higher at every performance he viewed. He so desperately wanted to turn the dream to his favor, but he had to lie in wait for the right opportunity. It would come eventually.
When he first made contact with her, he transformed himself into one of the men she dreamt of. He didn’t often stay in another form for too long without transforming back to scare his victim, so it was an uncomfortable experience wearing the skin of one of these handsome, older men. Yet she couldn’t tell the difference, performing for him just as she normally would have. He indulged himself, letting her yank at his silver hair while he lapped up her honeyed juices. So long since he tasted from a willing partner, or as willing as this one could be given the circumstances. It was hard containing himself when he entered her, her legs locked around his waist in a vice grip as she tossed her head back and revelled in the pleasure. He even let her curl up to him after as she fell asleep within the dream. He waited patiently until she had left his realm before jumping back up and shedding the skin of the other man, shuddering to himself as if he had just touched something revolting.
He carried on with that for a few more times, until he decided it was time to test what she was capable of handling next. She had been growing bored of her usual dream man, so her mind was susceptible to suggestion. So when he donned the appearance of the man he used to be, long before the fire, she was confused at first and yet accepted him. He was certainly her type, though his thinning red hair was something different than her usual fantasies. He could tell she warmed up to it by the way she ran her fingers through it when he kissed her. Her body fit so lovely against his as he knelt above her, groaning as he sunk within her tight heat. Her fingers ran up and down his smooth skin, a body that was his and yet not. His bare hands could grip her as his hips bucked into hers, everything so accessible to him. Not even his wife had been this exquisite, even at her very best. Eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned deeply, praising her on how well she took him. That adorable smile, the smile she made when she had been so thoroughly and enjoyably fucked beyond her wildest dreams by Freddy fucking Krueger, almost drove him to start another round. But this was enough for tonight. There would be many more opportunities.
The longer the charade went on, the antsier Krueger got. This wasn’t his typical behavior. He would have sooner called himself a coward for hiding behind a revolving mask of men just to lure one single woman, but he couldn’t help it. The feeling of fucking her was like a drug, and he was damn sure things would change as soon as he revealed himself. But the real question was why he even cared? Perhaps it was that she would make things harder. Or even worse, he might have grown feelings for her. The thought made him want to retch. He had feelings for no one.
He resolved that when she fell asleep next, he would finally take her.
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For the woman, it started like every other fantasy she'd been living recently. Her dreams over the last few months had become so much more lucid. She woke up hornier than usual, and on a few occasions discovered she had orgasmed in her sleep. It was embarrassing, and yet they were some of the best she had ever had. She thought it was nice to wake up the next morning feeling fully refreshed after her dreamworld trysts.
But this time was different. It was almost as if there was a heaviness in the air, but she couldn’t fully place it. The ginger haired man she had dreamt about recently was here though, waiting for her. She had conjured him out of nowhere a week ago, but wasn’t sure how. Never had she encountered a man like him before, so how could she have thought him up from thin air? He was simply an odd entity from the recesses of her brain and had no reason to believe otherwise.
He waited for her in the entrance of what was most likely a bedroom. A grin flashed as he glanced her over, admiring the nightgown that hugged her form. With a simple coaxing of his finger, he commanded, “Come here, babygirl.”
A shiver shot through her spine, and she did as he asked, stepping closer to him until he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. Her fingers clutched to his weird red and green striped sweater, focusing more on the ravishing kiss than on his unique fashion choices. His free hand wrapped around the hair on the back of her head, pulling just enough to be firm but not too painful. Whoever this dream man was, she wished he were real. He knew everything she wanted and more.
When he pulled away, the smile he gave her made her uneasy. Even with his pleasant expression, his eyes showed no emotion. It was like the smile didn’t reach them, instead putting on a facade. But before she could think about it any further, he spoke honeyed words to her, “I have a surprise for you darling, you’ll be sure to love it.”
There was no time to question him, as he immediately swept her into the room, the door slamming behind them. She jumped, and yet he didn’t even flinch. She was starting to grow skittish, nervous. Things weren’t as they seemed at yet she was sure nothing bad would happen. It was her dream, after all.
All of a sudden he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed, pawing and grabbing at every inch of skin as he peeled the gown from her body. Her nerves settled once more, allowing herself to relax in his arms, knowing that she was safe. It was her fantasy, her dream. He would never betray her, she was ultimately the one in control of him. The only reason he knew her desires so well was because he was from her head. That’s all.
And then another set of hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled them from her body. Her eyes shot open, staring in shock at the sight before her. It was two disembodied hands that ripped forth from the mattress and had grabbed her. How was she supposed to respond to that?
But then she looked up as she heard a dark chuckle above her, her eyes widening as the ginger haired man had turned into someone else. His skin was burnt, his wide smile pulled across his face in malicious glee. The sweater was now ratty and worn, and an equally dingy brown fedora rested upon his head, the shadows covering his eyes but not the hungry glint that he cast down at her.
Her gaze travelled to the glove that had appeared on his right hand, like a shop project from Hell. Over a normal brown mechanic’s glove he had formed metal plates on the back of his hand, extending to the fingers and from there fastening long blades to each finger, creating a fearsome clawed hand. She gulped as his fingers twitched, an amused sound coming from him as he watched her flinch.
It then dawned on her that she was pinned beneath this man, exposed completely to him except for the gown that was still bunched up around her waist. But the blades on his hand could easily rid her of that. And from the look in his eyes, he planned to.
“What’s wrong, babygirl,” he sneered, the pet name sounding tainted on his lips. “I thought you liked it when a man took charge?”
Her breath was caught in her throat, unable to form a response. She simply laid beneath him, not sure whether this was really a dream or not. It felt too vivid, too real. She would never be able to come up with something like this man on her own. Even then, the thought dawned on her that he looked familiar. Behind his wretched face, he still shared those ice blue eyes and his hooked nose with the ginger haired man.
“I don’t understand,” she whimpered. She couldn’t fathom what all of this meant, if it was supposed to mean anything at all.
He simply chuckled, bringing his blades slowly down to her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting pain to come. But the only sensation she felt was a single cool blade against her skin, gently trailing down her body without leaving a mark. When she dared opened her eyes, she saw he was trailing the blades down her skin from the blunt side. Her breath hitched when he brought a single blade up her chest, coming to a stop beside her nipple, already becoming taught from the cold. She turned her head to the side in shame, trying her best to hide herself from him. But that didn’t stop him, if anything the action spurned him further. He groaned obscenely, his thighs tightening around her hips, and she could feel how hard he was through his pants.
She wanted so much to scream, to struggle, to fight him off. But she didn’t want him to grow angry with her and hurt her more than she expected he would tonight. She hoped her submission would please him, and judging by his arousal, it certainly was.
He sucked in a sharp breath, a second finger blade flicking out to join the other. She flinched again, and watched in a mixture of fear and arousal as he tenderly pinched her nipple between the two blades. He watched her expressions through hooded eyes, grinning as she struggled to cope with the new sensations.
“You’ve been very good to me, sweetheart.” His free hand groped at her other breast, pinching the nipple more firmly than her other one, causing her to whimper. The feeling of his burnt hand along her soft skin was new, the texture adding new sensations that she had no idea how to feel about. “Always such a good little girl. I know you’ll do everything I ask you.”
The more he spoke, the more her body began to conflict with her mind. Here was this nightmarish man on top of her, biding his time before he assaulted her. And yet, she couldn’t help how much her core grew hot at every sweet word that came from his mouth. He was right, she wanted to be a good girl for him, whatever that meant. The thought scared and thrilled her in ways she couldn’t begin to fathom.
“Why me?” she asked, her lip quivering as she tried to speak.
He sneered down at her, never once hesitating in pinching and pulling at her nipples. “What can I say? I have a special place in my heart for the cute, innocent ones.” He groaned again. “And the tits are a great bonus.”
He suddenly pulled back from her, simply staring down at the sight before him. “Daddy’s been waiting months for this moment. And Daddy always gets what he wants. Isn’t that right?”
At first she didn’t register it as a question. But his blades neared her throat, and as he leaned down until he was right in front of her face, he growled, “Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she gasped, the blades pressing just hard enough to pinch the skin of her delicate throat.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He grinned and pulled back from her, letting her breathe again. “Good girl,” he cooed. “But as fun as being your Daddy is, I need you to become familiar with another name. A name you’ll be screaming as I fuck you so hard into the bed you’ll wake up fantasizing about the next time you fall asleep. That you’ll tell your friends and spread my name as far and as wide as you can.” He paused for a moment, as if relishing the thought. “Only you can help me get back to the power I once was. You would do that for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she repeated again, and he chuckled.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Now, repeat after me,” he said, pressing his gloved hand to his chest as if reciting the pledge. “Freddy. Krueger.”
“Freddy Krueger.” Saying the name sent a pleasurable chill up her spine.
“Good girl,” he cooed. He adjusted himself so that her thighs were propped up in his lap, grinding himself against her slowly, watching her twitch and whimper. “Yes, my good little girl. But I have a feeling you’re my good little slut too, hmm?”
He gripped her hip with his bare hand and quickly drug his blades down the remainder of her nightgown, tearing it to shreds. She yelped, but he left her unscathed. “Most women are disgusted by the sight of me. About what I want to do to them. They run and scream and yet I always get them in the end. But you want me. You still want this old burned dream demon to fuck you senseless. How much do you want to bet when I pull away these panties you’re going to be soaking and ready like the little whore you are?”
Her face burned in shame and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said before yanking away the remaining scraps of fabric from her body, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch. He laughed darkly as he looked down, admiring her before immediately rubbing her sensitive clit against the front of his pants, watching her juices soak into them while she whined so cutely.
“This is why I love young women. Takes almost nothing to get them all wet and ready.” He tapped the back of his blade against her clit, revelling in the obscene noises that left her mouth. “All ready for Freddy.”
She wasn’t prepared for how quickly he entered inside of her, a low groan escaping her mouth as her body arched from the bed. She struggled against the hands at her wrists, the sensation of being completely bent to his will was an intoxicating thrill that she couldn’t describe. He grunted above her while he adjusted himself into place, letting out a low groan when he finally bottomed out, staring down at her form as she writhed beneath him.
“This. This is what I wanted. Such a good little whore for me.” With every shallow thrust she cried out again, those noises he so craved. “So long have I been waiting to fuck your little cunt in my true body.”
He placed his glove beside her head, her eyes were drawn to it for a brief moment before he began to set a ruthless pace on her. She cried out and he watched in glee as she threw her head back in the moment, absolutely loving everything he was doing to her.
“And your cunt knows me so well. Even in other forms, it knows exactly who really owns it.” He smiled as she began to look up at him with a confused expression, or as confused an expression one can make while on the brink of ecstasy. “Oh, did you not know?”
He smiled darkly, leaning down to her body as he continued to fuck her. Whispering in her ear, he gleefully explained, “I’ve been fucking you for months now, sweetheart. You thought you were fucking your fantasy men, but I was there, watching, wanting. Then one day I slid right into that sweet cunt and you’ve been coming for me ever since.” His free hand went to circle her clit, leaving her in an orgasmic panic. “This cunt belongs to me. I popped that sweet little cherry of yours and now you’re mine. You wanted to be Daddy’s little girl?” He leaned forward to growl in her ear. “Here he is.”
The rest was a blur. She barely registered the true horror of the situation as she was coming undone right under his fingers. Her whole body clenched and seized, her pleasure awash over her. At first there was a moment of silence, and then a loud keening wail from her throat as her desire peaked. Freddy was the only word she knew in that moment, and she screamed it like a mantra as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. He only managed a few more thrusts in her tightening walls before he spilled inside her, his hot seed filling her up and mingling with her own juices. She couldn't remember her wrists being let free but she was suddenly aware that she clutched to the back of his sweater, riding out the waves that kept hitting her. Eventually the two were finally reduced to a silent, trembling pair, panting and gasping for air.
And just like that he was gone, and she was awake in her own bed. She sat straight up in bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat as she looked around the room as if he would pop out at any moment.
“Only you can help me get back to the power I once was. You would do that for me, wouldn’t you?”
His voice still echoed clearly in her ears. “Freddy Krueger.” The name was strange yet felt right. She was his, and while she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, she was content with the idea.
For a brief moment her breath caught as a thought crossed her mind. Slowly, she peeled the sheets from her body and parted her thighs to look at herself. More than her own juices spilled out from her, and the reality of it spurned a new desire in her. A desire to give into him, to help him, and he would reward her and praise her in return.
She would be his good girl.
#sherry's fall into you challenge#freddy krueger#freddy krueger fanfic#freddy krueger fanfiction#a nightmare on elm street#my fanfiction
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Don’t Touch My Family
Request: Would you be willing to make an imagine of dad!billy were after graduation u nd billy leave town bc u get pregnant w/out telling anybody but after a few years u have a son & daughter Neil finds out n come by the house hella pissed while billy isnt home, tries to hurt u nd the kids but billy comes home n just beats the hell out him for trying to hurt his family? just the thought of billy goin after the only person hes terrified of for HIS family makes him THE father he never had makes me melt ❤
A/N: This is a little bit darker than my typical fluffy sunshine fanfic, but I really liked the request, so I decided to do it anyway. :) Sorry if you wanted something shorter, anon-this turned into more of a drabble/one-shot than an imagine. Thanks for requesting!
Warnings: Teenage pregnancy, descriptions of violence, implied abuse, language
You find out you’re pregnant halfway through the last semester of senior year.
When you tell Billy, you expect him to freak out. He doesn’t, though-at least, not on the outside. On the inside, he’s absolutely panicking. But he can see how upset you are, so he just pulls you close. He whispers into your hair that he’ll support you in whatever you want to do.
After a few days of contemplation, decide you want to have the baby. You and Billy agree that it’s best to keep your pregnancy a secret-for now, at least. If your parents found out, your father would probably actually fire that shotgun he’s always threatening to use on “that deadbeat boyfriend of yours.”
And Billy...well, he has no idea how his father would react. But he has no intentions of finding out.
Thus, Billy offers to run away with you right there on the spot. However, you ultimately decide that it would be better to finish high school. Maybe you'll even be able to save up a little bit of money before the two of you start a new life together.
So, for the next few months, you wear baggy clothes to hide your growing midsection. Billy picks you up for “dates” that are actually doctor’s appointments. Thanks to your valiant efforts, no one suspects a thing.
Eventually, graduation rolls around. Your family hosts a small get-together after the ceremony. Distant relatives congratulate you on your achievements and ask if you’re excited to start this “new chapter in your life.” You smile and nod.
You have no idea.
Later that night, you stuff everything you can fit into a small tote bag. You leave an apology note to your parents on the kitchen counter and sneak out of your house.
Billy’s waiting for you outside in the Camaro. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead and holds the door open as you climb into the passenger seat. As he drives away, you watch your childhood home shrink into the distance, saying a silent goodbye to the only home you’ve ever known.
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Five years later, you and Billy share a two-bedroom house on the West Coast. You have two kids-a son and a daughter. Billy works as a mechanic at an auto repair shop, while you write for the local newspaper. Neither of you make much money, but it doesn’t matter. You’re both happy-genuinely happy-for the first time in your lives.
Billy gets home around 5:30 every day, so, when the doorbell rings at 5:15, you figure he just got off early.
“I’m coming, honey!” you yell, bouncing your infant daughter on your hip.
But when you peek into the peephole, you discover not your husband standing on your doorstep but a scruffy older man in tattered clothing. His face is scrunched up, and he squints in the sun. You freeze, clutching your baby to your chest.
Neil Hargrove is standing on your porch.
“I know someone’s home. I heard you,” he barks. “Come on. Open up. I just want to talk.”
He raises a dirty fist and raps on the wood. The noise scares your daughter, who starts to whimper. You’re too busy shushing her to notice your son appear at your side.
“Mama, who’s that?”
You clamp a hand over his mouth and suck in your breath. Maybe, if you’re quiet enough, you can cancel out the noise made by your clueless four-year-old.
“Is that my grandson?”
For a split second, his volume dips below its typical scream-level. It’s the most gentle you’ve ever heard him speak.
But then he has to ruin it by pounding once more on the door.
“Come on, you coward, open the damn door!” He rattles the doorknob so violently that you think it might fall off.
This time, you can’t prevent your daughter from letting out a wail. Beside you, your son sniffles.
You muster every last fiber of courage in your being. “Get the hell out of here, Neil,” you growl, trying to sound as menacing as possible.
“Y/N? Is that you?” he asks. There’s a soft thud, almost like he’s just leaned his forehead against the wood.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought it was Billy in there,” Neil says.
“Billy-Billy is here,” you stutter.
“No, he’s not. I don’t see the Camaro anywhere, and I know my son takes that damn car everywhere,” Neil says.
Your son wraps his arms around your calf and clings to it. You hope he isn’t able to absorb the panic pulsing through every part of your body
“I’m warning you, Neil, to walk out of here while you still can. I…”
You scan the messy living room, littered with toys. Your gaze falls on a plastic pistol laying on the sofa.
“I have a gun. And I’m not afraid to use it,” you threaten.
The wall between you slightly muffles his ominous chuckle, but it still reaches your ears.
“I’m sure you do, sweetie. But there’s no need to get violent on an old man who just wants to see his grandkids. Why don’t you just open the door, Y/N?”
“Why don’t you just go to hell, Neil?”
The silence drags on long enough for you to almost convince yourself that he’s walked away.
Almost.
And then, just loud enough for it to be audible: “If that’s how you want to play it.”
You jump out of the way as the door falls inward with a thud.
Neil Hargrove slowly lowers the foot he used to kick it down, glaring at you with bloodshot eyes.
You push your son behind you, wrap your arms tighter around your daughter, and take cautious steps backwards.
“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asks. He advances deeper into your home-your sanctuary-with every word.
“What do you want from me?” you demand. Your backside collides with a wall; Neil’s backed you into a corner.
“I just want what you and my son stole from me by skipping town five years ago,” Neil says. “A chance to connect with my family.”
He draws close enough that you can count every crater left by untreated acne on his creased face and smell the stale whiskey on his breath. “I knew you had one child,” he says, peeking around you at the little boy cowering in the corner, “but two? What a pleasant surprise. This little one-let me see her face.”
Neil extends a wrinkled hand to peel back the blanket covering the baby. You’re too stunned to react until his filthy finger is only inches from her face. That’s when you raise a knee and jam it into his groin. He doubles over with a grunt.
“Go!” You practically shove your son into his room and set the baby next to him. Then, a hand wraps around your ponytail, yanking you backwards. Tears stream down your face as you scream at your kids to shut the door and lock it. There’s a slam and a click, then the word “bitch” yelled into your ear. Neil spits into your ear canal as he calls you every name in the book. You claw and kick and punch, but Neil’s got a death grip on your hair. He drags you across the living room floor, promising that he’s “going to make you pay.” He finally tosses you onto the couch. Your back aches as the barrel of the fake gun juts into your spinal cord.
Between your shrieks and Neil’s name-calling, you don’t hear the roar of the engine as the Camaro pulls onto your street, nor the squeal of the brakes as Billy pulls up next to the beat-up pick-up truck he’d recognize anywhere. You don’t hear your husband’s thundering footsteps as he sprints up the sidewalk. No, you don’t notice any of that; you’re too preoccupied flailing around as Neil tries to pin you to the sofa.
But even though you don’t see him, Billy appears in the doorway, still wearing his navy mechanic jumpsuit. He’s covered in grease stains and flushed skin. And, for the first time in his life, he raises his voice at his father without an inkling of fear of the consequences.
“Get your hands off my wife!”
He charges at his father, who’s caught completely off-guard. The two of them crash onto the coffee table, snapping it in two. They only wrestle for a minute before Billy comes out on top. He raises his fist and brings it down on his father’s face until it’s nothing more than a bloody pulp. Billy continues landing blows long after Neil passes out. And, while Neil Hargrove certainly deserves it, you’d rather not have Billy kill someone in your house with your kids in the literal next room. So, eventually, you walk up to your scratched-up, bruised husband and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Baby,” you say softly.
He gazes up at you, the pain and torment of eighteen years of abuse bubbling to the surface once again. Once his eyes meet yours, they immediately soften. He raises himself to his feet and pulls you into a tight embrace. He squeezes you so tightly that you wince, sore from Neil throwing you around like a ragdoll. Billy apologizes profusely and holds you out at arm’s length. His eyes flicker over your features.
“Are you all right?”
“No,” you say honestly. Your hands are shaking profusely, your heart rate is still elevated well above normal levels, and you’re pretty sure you’ll have nightmares about this encounter for the rest of your life.
“Did he hurt you?”
“A little. But it could have been so much worse, if you hadn’t…”
A single tear trails down your cheek. Billy wipes it away with his thumb.
“You don’t have to go there, Y/N. Don’t go there,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “It’s all going to be okay.”
Your eyelids flutter shut. “You’re right. We’re safe now-me, the kids-”
“The kids!” you both exclaim at the same time. You run to their bedroom and knock on the door. It swings open, and two small children stare up at you. They both burst into tears, and you and Billy gather them into your arms.
The police arrive a few minutes later, just as Neil starts to regain consciousness. (Having nosy neighbors pays off when you need someone to call 9-1-1 without being asked.) As the officers escort Neil out of the house in handcuffs, Billy warns him to never come near his family again.
And for the first time in his life, his father actually listens.
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English is My Favorite Subject - 1
⤑ genre: smut, college au, enemies to lovers
⤑ pairing: Chan x Reader (female)
⤑ warning: *ahem* smut, S I N, soft dom!Chan, rough sex, phone sex, sexting, slight degradation, mention of alcohol, foul language
⤑ summary: After taking the English tutoring position at your university, hell comes to you in the form of Lee Chan. He needs help passing his exams and tutoring is his only option. As your time with him passes, you come to realize that maybe he’s not the cocky and arrogant asshole you previously assumed.
⤑ word count: 19.2k (lmao I’M SORRY. This got out of hand)
⤑ {01} | 02 | 03
a/n: I’ve been sitting on this WIP for literally M O N T H S. So I’m finally posting it because Chan is hot asf (despite being 6 years his senior). And most importantly he’s legal What was supposed to be one part has morphed into something else entirely and it’s now going to be three parts (kill me lmao) so here, enjoy! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. IF YOU CAN, READ THIS ON DESKTOP. The tumblr app has been screwing up and getting rid of my read more lines. ~K♡
You would have never taken this position if you knew beforehand that he needed a tutor. You would have been content not taking the job but unfortunately, you needed the money and it looked great on your resume. The moment he walked into the room provided by the university, your worst nightmare began; being stuck in a room with Lee Chan for two hours, twice a day every week.
You cursed whatever deity deemed it necessary to send this demon your way.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Lee Chan; you hated him. Your disdained was mirrored when Chan entered the room and saw you sitting there and immediately swore under his breath. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t seen or spoken to you since the party where you threw a drink in his face and called him a tasteless asshat.
He leaned up against the wall, his backpack slung over one shoulder and narrowed his eyes at you. “Tell me this isn’t real,” he said, his voice deeper than you remembered. He’d grown over the few years since you’d last spoken. He wasn’t the baby faced freshman you remembered. You shook your head.
“Unfortunately, it is. I’m your tutor, and seeing as you already paid for your lessons, we might as well get this over with. The sooner we finish, the sooner we don’t have to see each other,” you said as you straightened up your side of the table.
Chan sat across from you, dropping his bag on the floor with a desolate thud. “Alright, teach, what are we learning?” he asked dropping his previous demeanor for a pleasant one. The cheerful tone took you by surprise and you decided to shake it from your head. “Well, looking at your grades, we clearly-” you began before Chan interjected.
“Wait, you have my grades?!” he snapped and you stared at him. “Uh, yes? I’m your tutor. Your professor sent your grades over so I knew what exactly you needed help with?” you said in a harsh tone, making it painfully obvious. Chan clicked his tongue and looked away at the wall littered with flyers. “Fine,” he said, his jaw clenched before he turned back to you.
He was pissed. You could see it in his eyes and if you weren’t the same person you were now, you might have coward in fear, but luckily, you weren’t shy and intimidated easily. You stared back with as much ferocity as you could muster, staring him down as if you were an alpha wolf beating a lower one into submission with your gaze. Chan eventually gave in and looked down.
Pleased with your show of dominance you continued. “As per your grades, it seems as if you need the most help with grammar. Your professor noted that your comprehension of the language and vocabulary is excellent which is great. Less for us to work on. You just need to focus on the grammar section,” you said as you flipped through the file you had made.
“You sound awfully glad about that,” Chan said with a sneer and you sighed, rolling your eyes. “It means we have to spend less time together. If you needed help with everything, we would be meeting everyday from now until your exams. Instead, twice a week, two hours a day until the week before your exam is sufficient enough. The week of, however, we will have to up it to an hour everyday until the day before. This is the only reasonable schedule I see,” you said.
Chan huffed, crossing his arms. “So do I get to pick the days?” he asked and you nodded. “Yes. I know you have extracurricular activities, as do I, so we will have to work together to make the schedule work. I don’t like this any more than you do, but this is where we are and we better make the best of this until we can go back to our lives without seeing each other,” you said watching him as he clenched his jaw. After a few moments, he nodded silently.
“Alright, just because I have to pass this class. I need to, for baseball,” he said and you nodded. “Of course,” you said shifting in your seat and opening his folder to a page labeled “schedule” in all capital letters. “Let’s get this schedule figured out and then we can go. I won’t make you start today,” you said with a grimace. Chan nodded and leaned forward to look at the paper.
The two of you had agreed to meet on Wednesdays before dinner and Sundays around 9:30 in the morning. You jotted the schedule down as well as Chan’s number since you would need it in case something came up and you needed to contact him. After finalizing the schedule, Chan sat back in his chair. “Can I go now?” he asked and you nodded without looking up.
You heard the chair feet scrape against the tiled floor as he stood up and bent over to grab his bag. “So,” he said and you looked up. “See you Wednesday?” he asked and you nodded. “Yup, Wednesday,” you said and he turned without a word and opened the door, hesitating in the doorway. He turned to look at you and you waited for him to speak. Instead he shook his head and called out a, “later,” before leaving you in the small room alone.
You could tell this was going to be a rough six weeks.
The following Sunday, you woke up early, rolling out of bed to head for your bathroom and shower. After cleaning and drying off, you got ready for the day, dressing in some comfortable clothes as you would be spending two hours sitting at a table, helping the person you couldn’t stand the most learn the language he hated the most. After leaving the warmth and safety of your dorm, you braved the cool, dreary morning to head for the student center.
It had rained the night before, leaving behind little puddles on the streets and sidewalks. As you neared your destination, the promise of coffee and a muffin in your mind, you pulled open the door and stepped in. Your phone buzzed in your sweatpants pocket, alerting you to a new text. Pulling it out, you opened the texting app. It was from Chan.
[2019/09/29]
L.Chan [09:20]: Hey, I’m gonna be like 10 minutes late.
Letting out a sigh, you typed in a quick response before getting in the nearly nonexistent line for your morning refreshments.
You [09:21]: K
With that taken care of, you turned your attention toward the barista behind the counter as he graced you with a warm smile, the dimples in his cheeks growing. “Hey (Y/N),” he greeted you cheerfully. You returned the smile and replied with a, “I don’t know how you’re so cheerful all the time, Namjoon. It’s so admirable.” He smiled wider, dropping his gaze before fixing his eyes on you again.
“What’s the point in being miserable and grumpy all the time? If I’m positive and upbeat, maybe I can pass that off to other students stopping by to get their coffee,” he said with a shrug. You didn’t need to peruse the menu on the chalkboard behind him. You always got the same thing.
“So, are you going to switch it up on me,” he asked pressing on the screen in front of him. “Or are you going to be as predictable as always and get your usual?” he asked and you placed your hand on your chest. “You wound me with your words. It’s not my fault you make the best caramel macchiato and serve the most delicious banana nut muffins. This is your doing,” you playfully accused him as he rang up your order with a chuckle. He gave you his employee discount, something he did occasionally.
“Your total is $5.32,” he said and you handed over the change. Namjoon cashed you out and started on your coffee. “I forgot to ask,” he said turning to you. “Did you want that iced or hot?” he asked and you smiled. “Make it iced today,” you said before pulling out your phone to check your texts. You had a couple from your best friend, Jeongguk, and another from Chan.
[2019/09/29]
Kookie [09:24]: are you awake?
Kookie [09:24]: I want to go get pancakes
Kookie [09:24]: and you’re the only person who will go with me
Kookie [09:25]: ): pls be awake. I really want pancakes.
You laughed before typing in your reply.
You [09:25]: Sorry Gguk. I have a tutor lesson this morning. Raincheck?
His reply was instant.
Kookie [09:25]: UUUGGGHHHHH U SUCK ):<
Kookie [09:25]: I’ll just go alone and order your favorite pancakes and eat them all!
Kookie [09:26]: that’ll show you!
You [09:26]: well, you’ll be paying for them lol I would hope you eat them
Kookie [09:27]: …i did not think this through. ): how long is the lesson?
You [09:27]: two hours… kill me.
Kookie [09:27]: …I hate you D:< I’ll just go with Tae and Jimin
You [09:28]: D: but pancakes are our thing!!
Kookie [09:28]: NOT ANYMORE ):<
You [09:29]: y must u hurt me like this? 💔
Kookie [09:29]: because u won’t go get pancakes with me 😤
You [09:29]: I have a lesson!
Kookie [09:29]: E X C U S E S
You rolled your eyes and left him on read to open Chan’s message.
L.Chan [09:24]: Are you already at the student center?
You [09:29]: yes. I’m here.
Namjoon’s voice brought you out of your thoughts and you pocketed your cell phone before stepping forward to grab your order. “Have a good day, (Y/N),” he said with a pleasant smile, one you returned. “You too, Namjoon!” you said before heading for the tutor room. You unlocked it with the key you were given by administration and set up your space. You unpacked your bag that contained an english book, the accompanying workbook, Chan’s file, as well as a small array of pencils, pens, highlighters, and whiteout. You opened your bag and pulled out the muffin before digging in.
Your phone buzzed on the table and you checked the notification. It was Chan.
[2019/09/29]
L.Chan [09:30]: I don’t think I can make it.
You felt your blood boil and set your muffin down to type in your answer.
You [09:31]: and why not?
His reply came quickly.
L.Chan [09:31]: I’m not feeling well.
You narrowed your eyes before shooting a text to Jeongguk.
[2019/09/29]
You [09:32]: hey, can I ask you something?
Kookie [09:32]: that depends, are you going to cancel your lesson and come get pancakes with us?
Kookie [09:32]: [image1279.jpg]
You [09:32]: 1. Who tf took that picture??
You [09:33]: 2. 🙄 I’m serious, Gguk
Kookie [09:33]: fiiiiine. what’s up?
You [09:33]: was there a party last night?
Kookie [09:34]: uhhh, not that I attended, why?
You [09:34]: trying to catch someone in a lie
Kookie [09:35]: ask Mingyu. I know you have his number and he’ll tell you anything.
You [09:36]: ...shit u rite. Thanks.
Kookie [09:36]: CANCEL YOUR LESSON AND COME GET PANCAKES. Tae misses you ):
Kookie [09:36]: I MISS U (Y/N) - Tae
You [09:37]: gimme a sex
You [09:37]: SEC* gdi
Kookie [09:37]: I’ll give you all the sex 😉 - Jimin
You [09:38]:
Kookie [09:38]: D: - Jimin
You closed the thread with Jeongguk and opened Mingyu’s texts.
[2019/09/29]
You [09:39]: Hey Gyu, are you awake?
Waiting for his response seemed to take forever but it was only a few minutes before he replied.
[2019/09/29]
K.Mingyu [09:41]: yeah, what’s up?
You [09:41]: was there a party last night?
K.Mingyu [09:42]: yeah. It was at the Iota Nu Delta house.
K.Mingyu [09:42]: The baseball team usually has their parties there after we win a game.
You [09:42]: was the whole team there?
K.Mingyu [09:43]: yeah! We all always go! We never miss an after game party!
K.Mingyu [09:43]: why?
You [09:43]: trying to catch someone in a lie. Thank you~
K.Mingyu [09:44]: …oh no. Am I in trouble? 😰
You [09:45]: not at all! ☺ you helped me. I’ll bring your fave to your next lesson~
K.Mingyu [09:46]: …ur the best tutor ever. ilysm 😍
You returned to Chan’s text.
[2019/09/29]
You [09:47]: make sure to take some medicine for your hangover. I heard the party last night was a rager
L.Chan [09:47]: i didn’t go to a party last night.
You [09:48]: don’t lie to me. I expect to see you early on Wednesday or you can kiss your precious championship goodbye because i will not help you with your English course.
L.Chan [09:48]: has anyone ever told you that you’re a vindictive bitch?
You [09:49]: And make that three hours on Wednesday to make up for today.
You [09:50]: have a good day~ 🤗
You closed his messages and got up, grabbing your things and packing them away before slinging your bag over your shoulder and sending a text to Jeongguk.
[2019/09/29]
You [09:51]: wait for me. I’m coming for pancakes.
You got a notification for a new message and opened it.
[2019/09/29]
[PANCAKE SQUAD]
Kookie [09:52]: hello buttermilk bitches.
Taehyungie [09:52]: ...don’t ever fucking call us that again.
Minnie [09:53]: yeah that was weird.
You [09:53]: G R O S S 🤢🤮
Minnie [09:53]: (Y/N)!! My baby~😍
Taehyungie [09:54]: she’s not ur baby
Kookie [09:54]: N E WAY. Pancakes. Let’s get some.
You [09:55]: I just gotta drop off my bag and I’ll be ready.
Minnie [09:55]: cool, I’ll swing by on my way to pick the losers up.
Taehyungie [09:56]: I live with you tho
Kookie [09:56]: u better not pick (Y/N) up and forget us Jimin, istg
Taehyungie [09:56]: I'm literally your roommate
Minnie [09:56]: on my way (Y/N)~
Taehyungie [09:57]: JIMIN U ASS WAIT FOR ME
You [09:57]: Okay!~
Your walk back to your dorm took no time at all and you were able to stash your bag and grab your wallet before heading back down to meet Jimin outside your building. Taehyung sat in the backseat with his arms crossed. He didn’t look happy. You made your way to Jimin’s car when he rolled the window down. “You’re up here with me, gorgeous!” he said and you opened the front passenger door to get in.
Jimin pulled out of the parking lot and made his way to Jeongguk’s building. “Why do you look like a mad owl, Tae?” you asked peering over your shoulder at him as he sulked. “He literally yelled at me when I tried to get in the front seat. ‘YOU CAN’T SIT THERE!’ ‘(Y/N) IS SITTING THERE!’ he was so mean. Like, I’m your roommate, does that mean nothing to you?” he asked looking at Jimin in the rear view mirror. Jimin laughed as he made the turn onto Jeongguk’s street.
“It does. But you aren’t a beautiful woman,” he said glancing up at the mirror. Taehyung huffed and sank lower in his seat. “You are a handsome man though,” you said looking back at Taehyung who smiled at you. “Thanks (Y/N),” he said as Jimin pulled to a stop and honked the horn. Jeongguk appeared moments later, running down the steps to the curb where the car waited.
He got in behind you and leaned forward to hug you against the seat. “I missed you,” he said, his face smashed against the back of your headrest muffling his voice. You laughed as you patted his arm. “You saw me two days ago,” you reminded him. “I know, but I’m used to seeing you everyday!” he said peering around the headrest at you.
The car ride was boisterous with the three of them yelling at each other and Jimin turning the music up on the stereo loud enough to drown out Taehyung and Jeongguk as they bickered. Jimin pulled into a space at the local breakfast cafe and the four of you hopped out. Jeongguk immediately rested his arm around your shoulder as he led the way into the cafe, Jimin and Taehyung brought up the rear.
This cafe had been your go to spot on Sunday mornings. It was a little off the beaten path so it was never hit with the post church crowd, especially when you went while services were going on. The hostess smiled at you as you entered. “Just four?” she asked and Jeongguk nodded while she grabbed four settings. “Booth, if possible!” Jimin added and she nodded, acknowledging his request.
She led the four of you through the cafe to the back corner to the only corner booth in the whole restaurant. You slid in, Jeongguk on the outside and Jimin next to you, Taehyung on the other side. The hostess set the menus down in front of you and told you that your server would be with you soon.
You looked over the menu, browsing the different pancake options. You usually got the same thing so you weren’t sure why you bothered looking at the menu. “What are you getting?” Jeongguk asked as you set your menu down. “The same thing I always get,” you said as the server arrived and asked for your drink orders. She left and returned moments later with an array of coffee, water, and juice.
You added sugar and cream to your coffee as she wrote down everyone’s orders and left to put them in. “So, who were you supposed to tutor this morning?” Jeongguk asked taking a sip of his banana milk. “Lee Chan,” you said taking a sip of your coffee. Jimin snorted into his own coffee. “On the baseball team?” he asked and you nodded. “He needs a tutor?” he asked stifling his laughter.
“As I recall, Jimin,” Jeongguk said glancing up at his friend. “You needed a tutor last year for math and had it not been for our very own (Y/N), you would have failed your exams. She didn’t even charge you for your lessons,” he added. Jimin’s ears turned red as he blushed and avoided his friends’ gazes. “Yeah, she charged me for my lessons!” Taehyung said leaning forward and glaring at you.
“She did charge me!” Jimin insisted and you agreed with a nod. “I did charge him for his lessons though. Not all of them, but I did that for you too,” you said looking at Taehyung. “I charged you for like 80 percent of them. Same with you,” you said as you looked over at Jeongguk. “So you charged us for only 80 percent of our lessons?” he asked and you nodded. “And it’s not even full price. Mingyu and Chan pay full price. I didn’t give a discount to anyone else,” you said taking another sip of coffee.
“That’s not true,” Taehyung said smirking at you and your heart sank. If he was about to call you out and reveal what you thought he was, you would never hear the end of it. “Who else did she give a discount to?” Jeongguk asked looking up at his friend. Taehyung’s smirk widened before he opened his mouth and said the two words that were certain to seal your fate and condemn you. “Kwon Soonyoung.”
“Really? Why Soonyoung?” Jeongguk asked looking at you. Taehyung chuckled before condemning you even further. “She has a crush on him.” Jimin whipped around to look at Taehyung before rounding on you. “Really?? Kwon Soonyoung?!” Jimin asked and you shushed him, peering anxiously around the cafe. “Yes. I had a crush on him. That was last semester!” you said quickly.
Taehyung snorted and shook his head. “Liar. I saw you fawning over him last week,” he said and you shot daggers at him with your eyes. If looks could kill. “Awww, our widdle (Y/N) is growing up so fast~!” Jeongguk said in a cooing voice as he pinched your cheek. You slapped his hand away and shot him a disgruntled look. He laughed and picked up his glass. “I’m just teasing, (Y/N),” he added.
Jimin took your hand and pressed it against his chest. “Feel that?” he asked and you looked from your hand against his shirt up to his face. The pained expression on his face present as he said dramatically, “that’s my heart breaking.” You scoffed and pulled your hand away. “Stop teasing me, guys,” you said and saw the server returning with your food. You had never been so happy to see a server in your life.
Once the food arrived, the boys couldn’t tease you anymore. You dug into your pancakes happily and ignored any questions hurled your way about Soonyoung and your obvious crush. “I just want to eat in peace,” you said looking at Jimin and Taehyung, the latter cackling softly as he cut up his pancakes into bite size pieces. The four of you continued to eat, speaking and joking occasionally.
When the bill came, the boys played Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who would pay for breakfast. Jeongguk lost and had to pay for everyone. After paying the bill, the four of you made your way out of the building and towards the car where something, rather someone, caught your eye.
Lee Chan was getting out of a black sedan a few spaces behind Jimin’s car and with him was a strikingly beautiful woman. She had long straight black hair, very round eyes, a slim figure, and long legs. She wore a cute light pink dress with long sleeves, her legs painted in the espresso color of her tights and ankle high boots on her feet, giving her a much taller appearance. Chan’s eyes locked with yours and you felt your blood boil. First he cancels his appointment because he’s hungover and now this?
A smirk made an appearance on his face as he passed, cocking an eyebrow as if to say, ‘what?’ You narrowed your eyes and turned sharply from him to press yourself against Jeongguk, who had his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get out of here,” you said to your friends, opening the back passenger door and getting in with Jeongguk. Jimin got into the driver’s seat and looked back to pout at you.
“You don’t want to sit up here with me?” he asked as Taehyung got in and you smiled. “I already rode up front. It’s someone else’s turn,” you said and Jimin glared at Taehyung who in turn gave him his big boxy smile before the ignition started and Jimin drove out of the parking lot. He headed back toward your dorm. “You sure you don’t wanna watch us practice?” Taehyung asked and you shook your head.
“I should study. Pretty sure my calculus professor is planning a pop quiz next class, so I want to be prepared,” you said and Jimin sighed loudly. “I just want you to come to one practice!” he said and you laughed, shaking your head. “Sorry, Minnie. I’ll be at the game though. I wouldn’t miss that for anything,” you added and when the car pulled to a stop you unbuckled your seatbelt.
“I’ll see you guys later.” You got out and waved as your friends pulled away before heading back up to your room to wrap yourself in a blanket and study. Seeing Chan had made you pretty mad. He was so damn smug and it irked you to no end. Who gave him the right? You were definitely not looking forward to his lesson next Wednesday.
The following Monday, you had stopped by to get your usual coffee and muffin. “(Y/N)!” What a surprise! What brings you here?” Namjoon asked jokingly and you rolled your eyes. “I came to see my favorite barista, of course!” you said as you approached the counter and Namjoon put your order in. You paid him and stepped aside to let the next person order, bumping into someone behind you.
You spun around, apologizing profusely when the breath was stripped from your lungs. You had run into Kwon Soonyoung, the same crush your friends had teased you about on Sunday. He smiled down at you, stunning you. God he was so handsome.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” he said and you saw Chan’s face appear from behind Soonyoung. Of course they were together, you thought. They’re best friends. Chan rolled his eyes and looked away uninterestedly. “Sorry, Soonyoung,” you said breathlessly and he waved his hand, dismissing your apology. “Don’t be. I’m fine,” he said with a wink.
A small nervous giggle escaped your lips but Soonyoung didn’t seem to notice. Chan, however, definitely noticed. His eyes turned upon you, his eyebrow raised and the corner of his lips twitched as your cheeks flushed light pink. He finally join in the conversation. “You know (Y/N)?” he asked his friend, feigning interest. Soonyoung nodded smiling at you.
“(Y/N) was my tutor last semester. She helped my pass my English exams. She’s amazing,” he said, his praise causing you to choke on your own saliva. “I’m n-not. I just wanted to help,” you stammered. Again, either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, Soonyoung just smiled at you. Chan knew. He could see it in your face and your body language. You were really dreading his next lesson.
Wednesday came and passed and soon it was 5:45 pm. You sat in the tutor room and the door opened. Chan entered and you were glad he was at least on time. He sat down across from you and dropped his bag on the desk, not looking up from his phone. “Let’s get this over with,” he said popping a piece of gum. “Put your phone down, then,” you said and his eyes snapped up to yours.
They had a darkness to them but he did as you said and set his phone face down on the table surface. “So, what are we learning?” he asked and you nodded pulling out the work book. You pushed it toward him. “Let’s get started,” you said and Chan sighed before opening the workbook while you went over the key grammar points of the language. You tested his vocabulary and were pleased when he did well.
An hour passed by quickly in this form and you stopped for a bathroom break. “So,” Chan said as you walked down the hall of the student center toward the restrooms. “Does Soonyoung know you have a huge crush on him?” he asked and you nearly stumbled. “W-what?” you asked incredulously. “I do not,” you insisted and Chan laughed loudly. “I may be failing English, but I’m not stupid. I saw you. You like him,” he said with a smirk and you shook your head. “No,” you said adamantly.
“You definitely do. I can tell that much,” he said and you ignored him, heading for the safety of the women’s bathroom. He laughed as you hurried away and into the confines of the tiled room, the door swung shut behind you. You were mad at yourself for slipping up in front of Soonyoung, but you were more mad at Chan for teasing you about it. How dare he?
You did your business and washed your hands. Outside the bathroom, Chan was waiting for you, leaning against the wall while he typed on his phone. You froze as you watched him. He had a smirk on his face, looking at the screen. What was he doing? Was he telling Soonyoung right now? You would never be able to face Soonyoung again if Chan told him.
You stormed up to him and stopped a few feet from him. Chan looked up and his expression shifted, his smirk dropping immediately. “What?” he asked and you glared at him. “Don’t tell him anything or I swear I will make your lessons hell,” you said and the smirk returned. “Oh? What makes you think I haven’t already told him?” he asked crossing his arms, tucking his phone close to him.
Your heart leapt into your throat at the idea that he may have. “D-did you?” you asked and Chan laughed standing up straight and opening his messages before showing you his texts with Soonyoung. “No, I haven’t. But maybe I will,” he said and your fingers curled, balling your hands into fists. “Do it and I will up your lessons to three times a week, four hours each,” you threatened and Chan’s smirk fell again.
“You wouldn’t,” he said softly and this time a smirk crossed your features as you leaned in, looking at him. “Try me,” you dared and he gulped. “Fine. I won’t say anything,” he said and put his phone in his pocket. You stood straight before nodding once and making your way back to the room, Chan in tow.
The rest of the lesson passed easily, Chan falling into line and doing as you asked. At the end, when you were packing up he turned toward you as he reached the door. “(Y/N)?” he asked and you looked up. “Yes?” you asked and he hesitated. “Nothing,” he said and shook his head. “See you Sunday,” he called as he left you sitting in the room, confused as hell. What the hell was that?
“That’s so stupid! It makes no sense!” Chan shouted throwing his pencil down and you groaned, dropping your head into your hands. Two weeks has passed since these forsaken lessons began and at every instance, Chan was getting on your last nerve. He was either stubborn or just plain stupid if he had this much trouble grasping the concept.
“It’s how it’s supposed to be said!” you said, as equally frustrated. “Why?” he asked and you groaned. Not this again. “I don’t know! That’s just the rules!” you said angrily. “What rules?! English has no rules! It beats other languages up in dark alleys, then rifles through their pockets for loose grammar and spare vocabulary!” Chan shouted and you paused, staring at him.
“What?!” he yelled and before you could think, you burst into laughter. Chan stared at you bewildered. “What the hell is so funny?” he asked and you pointed at him. “What you just said!” you said in between laughs. His angry facade dropped as he broke into a smile and started laughing along with you. “Well it’s true!” he said and you wiped a tear from your eye. “I mean, yeah it is,” you agreed before looking down at the worksheet and then at your watch. “Let’s stop here,” you said looking up at him.
“What?” he asked. “Why?” he leaned forward. “We’ve been at his nearly two hours and I didn’t get to eat lunch earlier since I was running late,” you said as you began packing up your things. Chan watched as you stacked your papers and put them away. “Well, let’s go get something to eat,” he said beginning to pack his things up. You froze, staring at him. “Let’s?” you asked and Chan looked up from his bag.
“Yeah, I’ll buy,” he said as he zipped up his bag and got to his feet. You stuffed your things in your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder, standing up slowly. “You don’t have to do that,” you said softly. “I was just going to go back to my room to eat,” you admitted and Chan scoffed.
“And what? Eat some instant ramen?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You glared at him. “I’m offering to buy you real food, so come on,” he said and waved you to follow him. After a few minutes of hesitation, he poked his head around the door frame. “I’m not going to wait all day, come on,” he said and disappeared again.
You hurried out of the room after him. You followed him out of the student center and headed out to the parking lot. He led you over to a black sedan and you looked at him as he pulled the keys out and unlocked the doors. “Get in,” he said nodding at the car. You followed suit, opening the passenger door and sliding into the black interior of the car.
Clicking your seatbelt into place, Chan started the car and pulled out of the parking space. He drove out of the lot, heading for a side street instead of the main road. “Where are we going?” you asked looking around at the residential area he drove through.
“I found this quiet little diner in this neighborhood while I was on a run one day. I decided to come back and check it out later that week and fell in love with it. It’s definitely off the beaten path but it’s well worth it,” he said as he made a right turn and a small strip of business nestled in between houses came into view. Chan pulled around back into one of the handful of parking spaces and cut the engine.
You got out, leaving your bag in the car. Chan led you to the door and pulled it open, letting you go in before him. Once inside the building, you could see why he liked the place so much. It was small and cozy. Like a little cafe. There were only five tables in the whole restaurant.
Chan led you to one in the corner and the two of you took your seats. Moments later, a young waitress appeared, roughly about your age. She smiled at the two of you as she pulled a pad of paper and pen out of her apron.
“What can I get you two to drink?” she asked and you looked over the small menu in front of you. “Water,” Chan said smiling at her. You looked over the beverages before ordering the same. She walked away to get your drinks while you looked over the menu again.
“I always get the same thing here,” he said and let you look over the menu. When the server returned with a glass pitcher full of ice water which she then set on the table before holding her pad ready to write down your orders. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
“I just want the Mac and cheese with chicken,” Chan said without touching the menu. The server nodded, scribbling that down before turning to you. “Uh, just the chicken Florentine,” you said setting the menu back on the table. She jotted that down and turned to put your orders in, leaving you in silence. Chan looked out the window across the room from your table.
You took the time to look around the room, taking in the decor. The walls were a medium to dark brown wood, matching the wood on the floor. The small round tables seated four people at most and were covered in white table cloths. Each table had a small arrangement in the center, a little collection of tealights and a slender vase with a couple white flowers sticking out of the top. Crystal goblets with silver rims sat upside down on the tables not in use.
The chairs were adorned with white gauze that tied into simple knots in the back before draping down toward the floor. Huge windows faced the street, letting in as much natural light as allowed, the rest of the light came from the strings of warm white lights that crisscrossed overhead across the restaurant. Sconces on the walls added more warm light to the room. Two large ceiling fans spun at a medium speed above the string lights keeping the room nice and cool.
Chan cleared his throat softly and snapped you out of your trance as you lowered your eyes from the ceiling down to him. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” he asked and you nodded, uncertain of what to say at this point. You hadn’t expected this to be such an intimate setting and you certainly hadn’t expected Chan to bring you to it of all people. He surprised you and you weren’t sure if you like it.
“Yeah,” you replied softly looking away from him. You felt the tension between you rise but it was broken when the server returned with your food. The two of you thanked her for the food but you were more grateful that you had something to keep you occupied. The food was definitely delicious and you were extremely surprised by the place. You would have to remember how to get here in the future.
When you had eaten as much as you could, you set your utensils down as Chan finished his bowl of mac and cheese. He looked at your plate and then up at you. “Do you want to take that with you?” he asked nodding at your leftovers as he pulled his wallet out. “Oh,” you said and looked down at the plate, nodding. “Yeah,” you said quietly as the server came to drop off the bill. “Could we get a to-go box?” he asked, handing her his card and she nodded.
You bit your bottom lip and looked out the window at the darkening street. You turned your head back and saw Chan watching you. Warmth grew in your cheeks and you looked away again. The server returned with Chan’s card and a box which she handed to you. Thanking her, you took the box and started to dump your leftovers in the box, shutting it and setting your plate down.
Chan signed the slip and put his card back in his wallet before pulling out a couple bills and setting them on the table. He turned to you. “Are you ready?” he asked and caught you off guard. It seemed like he was treating this like a date and you didn’t know how to proceed, so you just nodded and stood quickly, grabbing the box with your food in it. Chan led you out of the restaurant and out to the car parked in the back. You got in, setting your food in your lap and buckled your seatbelt quickly.
Without a word, Chan started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street, taking a familiar route back to the campus. Silence surrounded you, bathing you in it as a tension rose between you again. The air was thick with it as neither one of you said a word. Chan pulled onto a street on campus. “Where is your dorm?” he asked and you looked over at him. “Oh, I live in Ha Rin Hall,” you said looking over at him. “You live in Unicorn Hall?” he asked with a smirk.
“Hey, it has suites! I don’t have to share my room,” you snapped and Chan held up a hand. “I’m not judging!” he said and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” you said looking out your window. The drive took only a few minutes and before you knew it, he had pulled up outside your dorm hall entrance. “Here,” he said and you looked up before turning to him as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Thanks, for dinner,” you said as you grabbed your things. He nodded. “Sure thing,” he said.
You got out of the car and shut the door. Chan rolled the window down. “See you Sunday!” he called and you turned back as you headed up the sidewalk. The look in his eyes caught you off guard and you stumbled over your words.
“Y-yeah. S-Sunday!” you agreed before turning back toward your building and racing up to the door and punching in the code. You rushed inside and to the elevator, pressing the button several times. When the doors opened, you launched yourself inside and pressed the button for your floor.
Your heart hammered against your ribs and you weren’t sure if it was from running inside or the look Chan had given you when he called out to you from inside his car. You opted for the former, refusing to acknowledge the look. It didn’t happen, so forget it.
Once on your floor, you passed your common room and unlocked your door to your room, shutting and locking it behind you before depositing your things in your chair. You put your leftovers in the mini fridge and shook your head. It was nothing. Stop thinking about it!
You got ready for bed, determined to just pretend like the whole night was normal. You changed into your pj's, brushed your teeth and made sure your alarm was set. You climbed into your bed and pulled the covers up, sleep soon taking you over.
The next morning, you woke before your alarm did and decided to get up anyway, despite having 20 minutes left. You showered and dried off, getting ready for your first class of the day. After leaving your dorm, you stopped by the student center to grab a coffee and a muffin before your first lecture.
You had just reached the end of the line when you heard your name. Looking up, you saw Chan and Soonyoung standing near the pickup counter, Soonyoung waving at you. Chan eyed him suspiciously but ultimately looked away from his friend to nod at you. The two walked over after getting their coffee.
“Hey,” you said smiling at Soonyoung. “Chan told me how his lessons are going,” he said looking at his friend who immediately looked at him wide eyed. “Oh?” you asked nervously. Soonyoung nodded. “He told me I was right and that you are a good teacher,” Soonyoung said. You glanced at Chan to see his cheeks a soft pink. “Did he now?” you asked, slightly smug.
Soonyoung nodded. “Yeah,” he said patting his friend on the back. “Aren’t you also tutoring Jeon Jeongguk? He’s spoken quite highly of you,” Soonyoung said and you nodded. “Yeah. He’s my best friend, but I tutor him on Tuesdays and Fridays,” you said.
A feeling of uneasiness washed over you. The look Chan was giving you burned through your body. His expression was blank but it was unmistakable. He was livid. You didn’t know what his problem was. “Hey, aren’t you taking her lessons, too?” Soonyoung asked looking at his friend. Chan forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, Sundays and Wednesdays,” he said.
“You’re a pretty popular tutor!” Soonyoung said winking. “Chan on Sundays and Wednesdays, Jeongguk on Tuesdays and Fridays, and Mingyu on Thursdays and Saturdays! You’re a pretty busy girl!” Soonyoung said with a laugh. You chuckled, still feeling unnerved by the look Chan was giving you.
“Well, we won’t keep you, see you around (Y/N)!” Soonyoung said before pulling Chan along, no doubt heading for an early morning practice for baseball. You sighed a breath of relief before approaching the counter to place your order. “Iced caramel macchiato and a banana nut muffin?” the blonde haired barista smiled. You chuckled and nodded. “Pretty predictable, huh?” you asked as you fished your wallet out. “It’s nice to have a semblance of continuity,” he said as he rang you up.
“I won’t charge you for the muffin,” he added. “Just don’t tell anyone,” he added in a whisper. “Your secret’s safe with me,” you replied in a whisper. “Thanks Namjoon,” you added. He smiled as you paid for your coffee and stepped aside to wait for it. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out. It was a text from Chan.
[2019/10/10]
L.Chan [06:41]: how many students do you tutor?
You [06:42]: like 4 or 5. Why?
L.Chan [06:42]: …
L.Chan [06:43]: why didn’t you say you were tutoring more students?
You [06:44]: does it matter?
L.Chan [06:44]: no
L.Chan [06:45]: nvm. Forget i said anything. See you Sunday.
You stared at your phone in confusion before Namjoon’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He held out your coffee and a paper bag. “Thanks,” you said with a smile. “Have a good day, (Y/N). See you tomorrow!” You headed for your class and ate your muffin on the way.
Your first lecture passed quickly but your phone kept buzzing in your pocket so you turned the vibration off. Upon leaving you checked your phone. You had 10 missed texts. Two were from Mingyu explaining he couldn’t make his lesson for the day. You shot back a text that his workload would double on Saturday and he better not skip. He replied instantly.
[2019/10/10]
K.Mingyu [08:03]: I’ll be there I promise! My mom has her follow up for her test today and I really wanted to be there for her. I’m sorry I had to cancel.
You [08:03]: I’m only jesting, Gyu. Take care of your mom. I hope everything goes well. Let me know how she’s doing. I’ll see you next Thursday. Take Saturday off to be with her.
K.Mingyu [08:05]: you are literally the best. Thank you so much, (Y/N)!
You turned your attention to the eight other missed texts. They were all from Chan.
[2019/10/10]
L.Chan [07:21]: who else are you tutoring?
L.Chan [07:23]: me, Mingyu, Jeongguk, who else?
L.Chan [07:25]: Not that it matters. I’m just curious
L.Chan [07:31]: Have any of them taken you to dinner??
L.Chan [07:32]: wait nvm don’t answer that.
L.Chan [07:40]: … actually, answer that.
L.Chan [07:44]: why the hell aren’t you answering me??
L.Chan [07:56]: shit. You’re in class. Duh. i’m stupid. Ignore me.
You stared in disbelief at your phone until the ellipsis at the bottom of the screen appeared indicating he was typing. You panicked and closed your texting app and locked your screen before shoving your phone deep in your bag. You didn’t want to know what he said.
Instead you headed for the student center to take advantage of the quiet room to finish going over your homework to make sure it was finished. You had just sat down when you heard footsteps approaching and you looked up to see it was Chan. He stopped right in front of you before he grabbed your bag and started rifling through it. “Hey!” you whisper yelled trying to take your bag back. He pulled your phone out and shoved it at you. You stared at him for a few moments. He nodded at your phone, indicating you to look at it. You rolled your eyes and opened it, checking his message.
[2019/10/10]
L.Chan [08:07]: where are you?
L.Chan [08:10]: I know you read my messages which means you’re out of class. I know you have a free period. I want to talk.
L.Chan [08:12]: why are you ignoring me?
Chan snatched your phone out of your hand and look at the screen. You angrily snatched your phone back and grabbed your bag before pointing to the exit and led the way, Chan following closely behind you. Once exiting the quiet room, Chan grabbed your arm and led you away from the crowded court of the student center and away toward an empty classroom.
“What are you doing?” you hissed as he opened the door and shoved you in, shutting the door behind you. “I wanted to talk to you!” he said and leaned against the door, arms crossed in front of him. “Well, then talk!” you snapped and he narrowed his eyes.
“What is your problem?” he asked and you scoffed. “My problem? What is your problem? All those texts? Following me to the quiet room and looking through my bag? Taking my phone? Why are you acting like some jealous boyfriend?!” you snapped and Chan froze.
He regained his composure before slipping into a cool facade. “I am not. I just forgot that you were in a lecture, that’s all.” You crossed your arms. “Okay, then why are you asking me about my other tutor students like it’s somehow your business?” you asked and he shrugged. “I told you, I was curious,” he reiterated. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Right, sure,” you said.
“I’m not jealous. I just didn’t realize your schedule was so full,” he said and you nodded slowly. “So, can I go now? I need to finish going over my homework. It’s due my next class,” you said and Chan nodded but didn’t move. You waited patiently for him to stand up but he didn’t. You groaned and moved forward, determined to push him out of the way if you had to.
Upon reaching the door, Chan grabbed you by the arm and spun, pushing you against the door and pining you there. You let out a small yelp as he did. He stood there, his body pressing yours against the door, his hands pressed against the door on either side of your head. “What are you doing?” you whispered, your heart racing and finding it hard to breathe.
Chan stared at you, his head lowering until his lips were mere inches from yours. A loud crack of thunder sounded across the campus catching you, and thankfully, Chan off guard. He jumped and this allowed you enough of a window to open the door and race out of the room and as far away from him as possible. You took refuge in the ladies bathroom, ignoring the chime of the clock tower as eight thirty hit.
You were late for your class but you knew your professor would grant you a pass for turning in your assignment late. She loved having you in class. You hid in the bathrooms for nearly twenty minutes before braving the halls and heading back to your dorm, deciding to skip your classes and submit your homework from the safety of your room instead.
You made it back without instance and once you were locked in your room, you submitted the rest of your homework virtually and tucked yourself away in your bed. You were glad that Mingyu had decided to cancel his lessons for the day as you were a mess.
What the hell had gotten into Chan? What gave him the right to behave like that? What did he think you were to him? He took you to dinner one time and he thought you suddenly belonged to him? Bullshit. You wouldn’t stand for it. You would set him straight the next lesson.
You decided to order food instead of go out and interact with anyone. You sat in your room, eating your pizza when the first text came in.
[2019/10/10]
L.Chan [18:22]: Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.
L.Chan [18:23]: You’re my tutor and I shouldn’t have done that. Let’s just forget this and put it behind us. I’ll see you on Sunday?
You [18:25]: Sunday. Consider it forgotten.
You threw your phone on your sheets and laid back, groaning when you felt the vibration near your foot. You reached down to grab the device and read the message.
L.Chan [18:26]: K
You threw your phone back down on the blanket and pulled the edge over your head and screamed into your pillow. He was a confusing asshole and you needed to put all of this out of your mind if you were going to get through the rest of his lessons without anymore incident.
Safe to say, you were dreading Chan’s Sunday lessons as they drew closer. Jeongguk noticed you seemed a little more tense that usual on Friday. “What’s wrong?” he asked, placing his hand on yours as you fiddled with your pencil. You shook your head. “Just class,” you lied and he squeezed your hand softly. Looking up, you were met with his warm eyes. You sighed, knowing he saw right through your lies.
“It’s these lessons with Chan. He’s such an asshole!” you said in a whisper yell. Jeongguk laughed as he sat back. “What’s new? He’s always been a brat,” he said and you glared at him. “Not helping,” you said and he shrugged. “What do you want me to say?” he asked and you shook your head.
“I just don’t get him. First he’s an asshole and teasing me about my crush on his best friend, and then he’s all sweet and takes me out to eat, and then-” you spilled out but Jeongguk held his hands up to stop you. “Whoa, wait a second. He did what?!” he asked and you covered your mouth when you realized you had forgotten to tell Jeongguk about Wednesday. “He took you out to eat?” he asked incredulously and you nodded slowly.
“When the hell were you gonna tell me this?” he demanded angrily and you shrugged. “Sorry,” you whispered. Jeongguk shook his head and gestured for you to continue your rant. You launched back into it. “And then,” you said and gulped, knowing the next part would set your best friend off again.
“And then, what?” he asked and you hesitated, looking at Jeongguk. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable but his eyes told you all you needed to know. He was waiting patiently for you to continue. You took a deep breath and spoke again. “Then he found out I’m tutoring people other than him and he got… upset? He asked why I didn’t tell him I was tutoring other people. I told him it didn’t matter but he was still mad, so when I tried to leave, he pinned me against the wall and almost kissed me,” you finished and Jeongguk leaned forward. “What the fuck?” he hissed.
“You should have told me this! I would have knocked his lights out!” he added and you looked down at the table to avoid his gaze. The two of you were silent until he finally broke it. “I’m calling an emergency and cancelling this lesson,” he said and you looked up at him. “We’re going out. You need a night out,” he said and you shook your head. “You can’t cancel lessons,” you chuckled and he stuffed his things in his bag and started packing your things up.
“Jeongguk! Only I can cancel lessons!” you said before he grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet. You let out a little squeal and erupted into giggles as he dragged you to your dorm room from your floor’s common room. “You’re going in there and you’re going to change. It’s Friday night, you seem stressed so as your best friend, I’m taking you out tonight, we’re going to get drunk and then you can sleep in tomorrow since Mingyu cancelled!” he said as he pushed you toward your door.
“You can’t make that decision!” you laughed and Jeongguk shook his head. “I’m not listening until you change into something that gets the blood flowing!” he said over you. Rolling your eyes, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, Jeongguk following behind you. He sat on your bed as you entered your bathroom and shut the door. He was right. You needed a break and what better way than to drink and let loose. You started to pull stuff out of your closet, trying them on before showing him.
“That top, yes, those bottoms? No,” he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “Don’t you have any clubbing dresses or something?” he asked and you shook your head. “I’m not wearing that again, I told you already!” you said and Jeongguk hopped up, pushing his way into your closet to search for the dress you were both talking about. He found it crumpled on the floor and picked it up, shaking it and holding it up.
"You’re wearing this,” he said and you shook your head. “No, the fuck I’m not!” you shouted and he raised an eyebrow. “Either you’re going to put this on yourself, or I will strip you and put it on you myself,” he threatened. You snatched the dress from him and shoved him out of your bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. You stripped down to your bra and panties and pulled the dress on.
“I need you to zip it up,” you called through the door. You unlocked it, letting Jeongguk in. He zipped the back of the dress up for you and whistled when you turned around. “Goddamn, if you weren’t like a sister to me, I’d totally take you home with me tonight,” he said with a wink. You pushed him out and gagged. “Disgusting. You’re disgusting!” Jeongguk laughed as you searched for a pair of shoes to go with the dress. Once dressed, your hair done, and makeup on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
“I hate you so much,” you said as you fished your ID and debit card out of your bag and handed them to Jeongguk. He tucked them in his wallet for safekeeping before checking his watch. “Come on, Cinderella, or we’ll be late for the ball,” he said jokingly as you took one last glance in the mirror.
The dress was a stunning black velvet with an off the shoulder sweetheart neckline and sleeves the extended down just past your wrists. The tulip skirt stopped about mid-thigh, hugging your hips snugly. Under the dress you wore your favorite black lace bra and gray panties. The heels you chose were the same ones you had worn for a New Year’s party. Gold faded into black with red bottoms.
You grabbed your phone off the desk and followed Jeongguk out of your room. He led you to the elevator which you took down to the lobby and caught an Uber to the club Jeongguk frequented. “I can’t believe you haven’t gone out since that night,” Jeongguk said shaking his head. He was speaking, of course, about the same night you threw a drink in Chan’s face at a frat party.
“Oh, can it, Gguk,” you said as the car pulled to a stop at the curb. Jeongguk got out, helping you out after him. He took your hand and led you to the end of the line. In no time, you reached the doors. While waiting, a particularly loud group of guys exited the club and you recognized them. It was Chan and his friends from the baseball team, Soonyoung, Jihoon, Jeonghan, and their captain, Seungcheol.
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Soonyoung. A huge smile on his face as he and his friends left the club. He looked particularly stunning in the tight black jeans he was wearing with small rips on his upper thighs and again at his knees. The black bomber jacket he wore open showed off the plain white tee shirt underneath. Your breath stunted as he brought a hand up to brush his hair back, showing off his forehead. A simple gesture, but something that still made your knees weak. God he looks good.
As the group passed by, Soonyoung caught sight of you and called out. “Hey, (Y/N)!” he said and Chan’s attention snapped to you as the group stopped. He was wearing a bright red hoodie under a black jacket with black jeans. He looked surprised to see you. You said hello to the guys why Jeongguk handed the bouncer both your IDs. “Holy shit,” Soonyoung said as he looked you over. Your heart beat faster while your stomach did somersaults at his reaction.
“Damn, why the hell are we leaving?” he asked, turning to look at Seungcheol who laughed and waved at you. “Because we’re not even supposed to drink the night before a game,” he said with a smile. Chan’s eyes were glued to you as he looked you up and down. Jeongguk placed a hand on your lower back to get your attention.
“Let’s go,” he said softly and both Soonyoung and Chan looked at him, startled as if they hadn’t noticed him standing next to you the whole time.. “Oh! Jeon!” Soonyoung said smiling brightly at him. “You’re a lucky guy!” Jeonghan said nodding toward you with a wink. Jeongguk laughed and shook his head. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just friends. We have been for some time,” he said and you nodded, avoiding Chan’s gaze.
“It’s a damn shame we have to leave,” Jihoon said also giving you the once over and a smirk. Your cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. “I’m going to strangle you in your sleep,” you said to Jeongguk. “I made her wear this,” he said nodding at your ensemble. “Good choice,” Jeonghan said, nodding in approval. Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink and when your eyes met Chan’s you felt something stir deep in your stomach. The way he was looking at you was so… primal.
You looked away quickly as the group began to depart. “Have a good night!” Soonyoung called as he grabbed Chan and pulled the younger man away. When you peered over your shoulder, you saw Chan look back at you before Jeongguk led you into the club. Inside was loud, hot, and packed. Strobe lights blinded you as Jeongguk made his way through the crowd, pulling you along as he headed for the bar.
He ordered both of you two shots each and a drink for you. He was determined to get you drunk. Once you were three shots in, he pulled you onto the dance floor. “You’re going to have fun whether you like it or not!” he said in your ear over the bass as he pulled you into him and started moving to the beat. If he had been any other guy, you would have pushed him away, possibly even slapped him.
You had known Jeongguk for so long that you felt the most comfortable dancing with him because you knew he would never take it too far. The heat of the bodies around you mixed with the alcohol made your head swim and you leaned into Jeongguk, asking him to get you some water. He nodded and left the dance floor to get you some. A very bad move.
A few moments later, you felt two hands on your hips. Assuming it was Jeongguk you leaned into the frame behind you. “Did you get my water?” you asked over the music. You felt his lips near your ear but the voice that spoke wasn’t Jeongguk’s. “Are you thirsty?”
You spun around and were met face to face with Chan. His hands held your hips in place. “What are you doing?” you asked and he smiled, pulling you into him. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked and you gulped. If you said no, things would progress and you knew they would go too far. If you said yes however he would leave and you didn’t want that.
Luckily, you didn’t have to answer. Jeongguk returned with your water and pulled you out of Chan’s grip. “Don’t you have a baseball game tomorrow you should be getting rest for?” he asked over the music. Chan shrugged. “It’s still pretty early and the game isn’t until tomorrow evening.” Jeongguk handed you the water, keeping a protective hold around your waist as you took a huge gulp of water.
“Regardless, I brought her here and I’m responsible for her,” he said. Chan laughed, rolling his eyes. “Do you honestly think I would do anything to hurt her? I’m not that kind of guy and you know it, Jeon!” Chan said over the bass. Jeongguk still didn’t release you. “Unless she tells me to buzz off, I’m not letting her out of my sight,” he said as you finished your water. “Jeongguk,” you said with your head a little clearer.
He looked down at you. “I think one dance is okay,” you said to him. Jeongguk looked from you to Chan. “Just one,” you added, pointing at Chan. He nodded in agreement and Jeongguk reluctantly let go of you. He slipped between the crowd, no doubt going to keep watch somewhere. Chan took your hand and pulled you into him. “Once dance, Chan, I mean it,” you said and he smirked at you.
“After once dance, you’ll want another, and then another,” he said and you rolled your eyes, lightly slapping him on the shoulder. “No I won’t,” you said as he held your hips and turned you so you were facing away from him. His lips brushed against your cheek before he whispered, “one dance and you’ll want to come home with me.” Your heart leapt in your chest as you tried to control your breathing. Get it together, (Y/N), you told yourself. This is Chan, not Soonyoung.
Without warning, Chan pulled your hips back against his and you nearly moaned at the feeling of his obvious erection pressing against your backside. His lips trailed up your neck before stopping by your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Do you see what you do to me? Do you feel what you do to my body?” he breathed rolling his hips against you. A small moan left your lips and Chan wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Come back with me. You know you want to,” he hissed and you shook your head. “I can’t,” you whimpered. He chuckled lowly in your ear, one of his hands sliding down and around to grab your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. “Come on,” he said, pulling your hips back against his crotch again, causing another hot moan leaving your throat. “God you sound so good,” he whispered.
His hand on your hip slid to your stomach to hold you against him again. “Come back with me. Let me take care of you,” he said as you continued to sway to the music, your ass grinding against his hips. “Let me taste you, (Y/N). I’ll make you feel so good, baby,” he said, nipping at your neck. “Please, Chan. I can’t,” you breathed.
He stopped, turning you so you were facing him. “Can’t or won’t?” he asked and you shook your head. “I can’t, Chan,” you repeated. Chan scoffed, letting go of your hips as he backed away. You looked into his eyes hooded with lust before cocked his head. “One last chance,” he offered and when you hesitated, he turned and walked away leaving you on the dance floor and taking your breath with him.
Jeongguk must have seen because he was by your side in seconds. “Let’s get you home,” he said and led you off the dance floor and toward the door. “He’s such an L.Chan,” you hissed as Jeongguk led you out into the cool night air. “What?” Jeongguk asked as he pulled his phone out and requested an Uber pick up. You fell silent and when the car arrived, Jeongguk didn’t ask anymore questions.
He took you back to your dorm to drop you off, making sure you made it safely before he left and headed back to his building. You unzipped your dress and slid it off, replacing it with your pajamas. When you threw your dress in your hamper, you heard your phone go off. You walked over to check it. A text from Chan.
L.Chan [00:13]: why wouldn’t you just come back with me? Do you know how much I want you?
You [00:14]: I couldn’t just leave Gguk
L.Chan [00:14]: so you left with Jeon??
L.Chan [00:14]: Did you go back to his place?
L.Chan [00:15]: Are you gonna fuck him??
You [00:15]: i told you, Jeongguk is my FRIEND. I’m not interested in him like that.
L.Chan [00:16]: so are you in your room right now?
You [00:16]: yes.
L.Chan [00:17]: alone??
You [00:17]: yes, goddamn
L.Chan [00:18]: prove it. Prove it to me.
You took a picture of you laying in your bed and sent that in the text with the caption, “would i send this if i wasn’t alone?”
L.Chan [00:19]:...are you teasing me??
You [0019]: and what if I am?
It was a moment before he responded and when he did, he sent an image. Upon opening it, you saw it was the outline of his erection through his boxers, his blanket pushed just below it.
L.Chan [00:19]: you did this, now come and fix it.
You [00:20]: make me~
L.Chan [00:20]: I’m coming over, let me in
You [00:20]: you have a game tomorrow
L.Chan [00:21]: i don’t give a shit. I’m coming over and i’m gonna fuck you
You [00:22]: no you’re not.
L.Chan [00:23]: why the hell not? 😠
You [00:23]: because I said so.
L.Chan [00:24]: then send me a picture. Help a guy out 😣
You scoffed and threw your phone on your bed. He has some nerve. You weren’t normally the kind of girl to send provocative pictures, but in your drunken state, it was tempting. Your thoughts were interrupted but a vibration on your mattress which caught your attention. Chan had sent you a picture.
You opened it much too quickly. In the picture, Chan had pulled himself out of his underwear and your jaw dropped. He was much larger than you thought. You felt your phone buzz again.
L.Chan [00:25]: you like the picture? 😉
L.Chan [00:25]: Come over and let me fuck you.
L.Chan [00:25]: At least let me taste you.
L.Chan [00:25]: Bury my face between those gorgeous thighs of yours and make you come all over my 👅
The temptation was there. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to. Instead, you sat up, taking off your shirt before lying back and pushing your shorts off, throwing them on the floor. You took another picture in the semi darkness of your room. You sent it to Chan.
You [00:26]: I’m too drunk to come over. 🤪
He answered quicker than he had in the past.
L.Chan [00:27]: fuck you’re beautiful. I want to come all over that lace bra 💦
You [00:27]: keep saying that and I’ll up your lesson plan 🙅🏻♀️
L.Chan [00:28]: goddammit, i want to bend you over the table in that stupid room
L.Chan [00:28]: fuck you until you can’t walk in the morning.
You [00:30]: … you can’t do that. Not in there
L.Chan [00:30]: why not?
L.Chan [00:30]: don’t want everyone to know what a dirty slut you are? 😏
You [00:31]: i’m not the one sending dick pics to his tutor
L.Chan [00:32]: pics of a dick you want to choke on 🍆
You [00:33]: bold of you to presume that
L.Chan [00:33]: send me another picture. This time, no bra
You [00:33]: so demanding 🙄
L.Chan [00:33]: shut up and just do it. I want to see you
You [00:36]: what do i get in return? 🤷🏻♀️
L.Chan [00:36]: gimme a sex
L.Chan [00:36]: sec* lol
A few moments later, a video clip appeared in the thread. You clicked on it. Chan’s hand was wrapped around the shaft of his cock, slowly moving up and down. You heard him hiss in the background. “I wish this was your mouth instead of my hand,” he whispered.
Your walls clenched around nothing and you immediately got up, walking over to your full length mirror, you wrapped an arm under your breasts, pushing them up and snapped a picture, the strap of your bra slipping down your shoulder. His reply was instantaneous.
L.Chan [00:39]: ugh stop teasing me baby 😫
A giggle escaped you as you slid your panties down your thighs before undoing your bra and slipping that off. You raised a finger out in front of you, covering your breasts and sex all at once before snapping another picture and sending it to Chan. Might as well make him suffer.
L.Chan [00:39]: fucking hell 😳😍
You [00:40]: are you still touching yourself? 👀
L.Chan [00:40]: yesss
You [00:41]: you want to Facetime? 😘
L.Chan [00:42]: fuck. Yes. 😍
Your phone lit up with an incoming call. You hopped into your bed before answering it. Half expecting to be met with Chan’s dick, you were surprised to see his face instead. “I wish you would have just let me come over,” he said in a breathy voice. “Sorry~,” you said in a sweet voice. “Don’t lie to me,” he said, a small moan leaving his lips.
“I’m not. I am sorry. I’m being responsible, Chan. I’m your tutor,” you said and he groaned. “Only in that room. Outside of it, you’re my peer. Peers can fuck. So let me fuck you,” he said, his breath speeding up. “Are you close?” you asked and he nodded. “Keep going,” you said softly, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut and he bit his bottom lip to keep quiet.
“Do you have a roommate?” you asked and he shook his head. “Then don’t hold back. Let me hear you,” you said, your hand wandering to your already wet core. “Are you touching yourself to this?” Chan asked and you smiled before nodded. “I am,” you replied feeling the wetness seeping between your folds. “Let me see,” Chan said and you tapped to switch to rear facing camera where it was pointed at your hand disappearing between your thighs.
“Fuck that’s so hot,” Chan’s voice said and you returned to front facing camera. “I want to taste you so bad, (Y/N),” he whimpered. Your walls clenched when he let out a moan. Your fingers worked against your clit, teasing yourself as you brought yourself closer and closer to the edge. “Keep going, keep touching yourself,” he said when a small moan slipped between your lips. “Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to hear that in person.”
“Do you want my cock, baby?” he asked and you nodded, slipping a finger inside your wet heat. “God, I want you inside me so bad,” you whined. “Should have let me come over,” he said with a smirk. You groaned, curling your fingers to hit your sweet spot. “Fuck baby, do that again. Let me see what you’re doing,” he demanded. You turned the camera and continued to fuck yourself with your fingers.
“How many fingers are you using?” he asked. “Two,” you replied. “Add another, that’s how many I would use to get your ready to take me,” he said and you complied, adding a third finger, enjoying the slight sting as your stretched yourself. “I bet you’re nice and wet, perfect for me to slide right in. God I want to fuck you so bad. Pound into you. I want you to scream my name.”
You whimpered at his words, speeding up your pace. “Would you like that, baby? My hard cock in your tight hole?” he asked and you nodded. “Yes, I want your hard cock inside me, Chan,” you moaned. He chuckled lowly. “Such a good little slut for me. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” you breathed feeling your orgasm draw closer. “Yes what?” he asked. “Yes, I’m a good girl,” you breathed.
“Are you close?” he asked, his breathing shallow as he neared his climax. You nodded with a whimper as you bit your lip. “Good, keep going baby. Come for me all over your fingers like a good slut,” he said as he sped up. “Only if you come all over yourself,” you breathed and Chan chuckled again. “Okay baby. I’ll do that. Now don’t stop until you come. Tell me how good you feel,” he said and you moaned.
Your orgasm approached rapidly, your toes curling in bliss as you continued to pleasure yourself at his words. “Does it feel good, babygirl?” Chan asked you. “Yes, yes,” you moaned. “I’m so close,” you whined. “Keep going, baby. Be a good girl and come for me,” Chan whispered, barely audible. Your high hit you and you came with a whimper and a moan of Chan’s name as you continued to ride out your climax.
“Fucking shit, baby,” Chan groaned as he released on his end with a low moan. He shuddered on camera, eyes shut as he came down from his orgasm. The two of you sat there in your beds silent as you both basked in the afterglow of your orgasms. “God damnit (Y/N). Next time just let me come over and fuck you,” Chan said, panting. You let out a shaky laugh. “Next time,” you murmured.
“Get some sleep, Chan. You have a game in the morning,” you said as you sat up. “What are you going to do?” he asked, his face squished against the pillows on his bed. “I’m taking a shower and then going to bed,” you answered. Chan smiled and nodded. “Okay. You do that. I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said and you shook your head. “You don’t have to do that,” you answered. He merely shrugged, with a smile and said, “I want to. Goodnight, (Y/N).” He hung up before you had a chance to answer. “Night, Chan.”
The next morning you awoke to knocking on your door. You groaned as you opened your eyes and looked around. Your floor was littered with your clothing from the night before. You had fallen asleep naked. Your head throbbed as the knocking continued. A small whimper left your lips as you rolled over and wrapped the blankets around you. You slid off the bed, making sure you were covered before you unlocked and cracked the door. Jeongguk was on the other side.
“I come bearing gifts,” he said holding up a paper sack and a coffee. “I also brought Tylenol,” he added and you opened the door, hiding behind it so no one would see you wrapped in your blanket. Jeongguk entered the room and whistled when he looked around. You shut the door and padded over to your bed. “Who did you fuck last night?” he asked as he handed you the coffee and bag.
You shook your head and hid in your wrap as you opened the bag. Inside were two breakfast burritos and a small side of hash browns. You whispered a blessing upon Jeongguk as you unwrapped a burrito and dug in. Jeongguk looked at your clothes on the floor again. “If you didn’t fuck anyone last night, why are your clothes everywhere?” You looked up at him, mouth full of burrito.
“Cause I was drunk and too lazy to put my clothes away?” you answered and Jeongguk laughed. “Or to put clothes on I see,” he said nodding at your bare shoulders and collar. “Fuck off,” you said before taking another bite of burrito. Jeongguk stood up and made his way into your closet. “Jeongguk, get out of my closet you pervert!” you called in a groggy voice. You lifted the coffee to your lips and took a sip, sighing at the sweet taste of the sugar and creamer.
Jeongguk returned moments later with clean underwear, a tee shirt, sweatpants, and a hoodie. “Get dressed, loser. I’m taking you to the baseball game,” he said throwing your clothes on the bed. You glared at him, narrowing your eyes. Jeongguk laughed again and turned away so you could put your clothes on. You pulled on the sports bra and underwear before sliding off the bed and into your sweats. The shirt he had chosen was your the shirt you had gotten with your university acceptance package.
You rolled your eyes before pulling on your hoodie and taking a look in the mirror. You whistled and told Jeongguk to give you five minutes to make yourself presentable. Jeongguk grabbed the unopened burrito and sat on your bed. “I’ll just eat this,” he said and you pouted before going into the bathroom to wash your face and apply some sunscreen and BB cream. You weren’t focused on grabbing any attention, you just wanted to not look hungover or sick.
After that you pulled your hair up into a messy ponytail and returned to your bed to finish your burrito and hash browns. “Let’s go idiot,” you said to Jeongguk and he rolled out of your bed. The two of you made your way out of your room and down to the lobby. Jeongguk told you about his night after he dropped you off at your dorm. Apparently he had run into an old friend and they ended up hooking up.
“That wasn’t stupid, right? Cause she gives some really good head,” he said as you walked toward the baseball stadium. You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not stupid, just so long as you are on the same page,” you said. You reached the field in no time and Jeongguk bought your tickets before leading you down toward the dugout. He liked to sit front row at the games since his basketball team always attended the baseball team’s games.
You sat down next to him in literally the front row, looking out at the field over the fence. The two teams were warming up, the visiting team on the other side of the field. You were talking to Jeongguk when you noticed Chan out on the field warming up with Seungcheol. “Hey, (Y/N)!” you heard and looked down to see Soonyoung had just emerged from the dugout with Jihoon. You smiled and waved back at them.
Soonyoung ran over and you scooted forward in your seat to rest your arms on the fence. “What are you doing here?” he asked smiling up at you. “Jeongguk brought me,” you said nodding back at your best friend. Soonyoung greeted Jeongguk with a nod. “So, what position are you?” you asked drawing Soonyoung’s attention. “Shortstop! Jihoon is catcher.”
Jihoon looked up at you, giving you a smile which you returned. “Seokmin,” Soonyoung said looking behind him and pointing to another member on the team, one with reddish curly hair. “He’s our pitcher. Minghao is first baseman,” Soonyoung pointed to tall and slender member with longer black hair and glasses who was practicing with another member with short blonde hair, “and he’s practicing with our second baseman, Junhui.”
Seungcheol is right field, Jeonghan is left field, and Joshua is center field,” Soonyoung added pointing out the three respectively. “Chan is our third baseman. In the dugout we have Wonwoo our relief pitcher, Seungkwan is one of our utility infielders along with Mingyu but he’s out today, and Vernon is our pinch runner.” Soonyoung continued, naming the rest of the team in the dugout.
“Then there’s also our closing pitcher Minhyuk, our LOOGY Changkyun, Hyunwoo is backup catcher, Mark is first baseman relief, Jinyoung is second baseman relief, and Kihyun is third baseman relief. Jooheon takes over for me if I need the break, Hoseok is our pinch hitter, Yugyeom is our Designated hitter for Seokmin, and Jackson is equipment manager. Bambam and Hyungwon are also utility outfielders while Youngjae and Jaebum are utility infielders.”
You nodded slowly and Jeongguk laughed leaning forward. “She has no idea what you just said,” he laughed. Jihoon chuckled and readjusted his hat. “I catch, Seokmin and Wonwoo throw, Minghao, Junhui, and Chan stay on the bases, Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol catch balls in the outfield, Soonyoung gets to run all over infield, and everyone else subs,” Jihoon explained.
“Yeah, that speaks more my level of baseball knowledge,” you said. Soonyoung laughed, the sound drawing Chan’s attention. He squinted and noticed you before tossing a ball back to Minghao. One of the coaches called Jihoon over and he excused himself. “So, what are you doing tonight?” Soonyoung asked when Jeongguk sat back in his seat.
You shrugged. “I have no idea. I was supposed to have a tutor lesson with Mingyu, but like you said, he’s out today and had to cancel,” you admitted. Soonyoung perked up. “So you have no plans?” he asked and you nodded. “Then, how about this? Whenever we win a game, there’s always a party at the Iota Nu Delta house. If we win today, be my date?” he asked and your cheeks turned pink.
“O-okay,” you said and Soonyoung broke into a huge grin. “Okay, I’ll be on the field all game, so cheer for me, okay?” he asked and you nodded before he took off when the coaches called him over. Chan looked from Soonyoung to you before turning back to his teammates.
The game would be starting soon. You sat back in your seat and looked at Jeongguk. “Did Soonyoung ask you on a date~?” he asked not looking up from his phone and you nodded. “Yeah, I guess he did,” you admitted. Jeongguk gave you a sly smirk and you slapped his shoulder. “Can it, Gguk!” you giggled before you heard someone call your name. You looked back at the field and saw Soonyoung wave at you. Your face turning red, you returned his wave and slid down in your seat.
You missed the way Chan glared at his friend in favor for the start of the game. The announcer came on the intercom and started the beginning of the game. He announced the teams and the players on each team, taking extra care to mention the key players on the home team. When each of their names were announced, the players stepped forward and waved and posed to a torrent of screams and cheers.
After announcing the players, the first pitch was thrown by the home team with Seokmin as starting pitcher. You watched the field as Jeongguk explained the mechanics of the game to you in between plays. The home team, your university’s team, was amazing. The guys were fast, catching hits and throwing them to the bases or back to Jihoon behind the home plate. They didn’t even let the visiting team score. When they were up to bat, you had never seen anything like it.
The fastest members were probably Minghao or Chan. They zoomed around the bases like little bees. They scored left and right, running the bases. Jeongguk explained how every time the teams swapped, the inning changed. Right now he said they were in the bottom of the fourth ending. “Bottom?” you asked and Jeongguk smiled and leaned forward.
“So when an inning starts, it’s called the top of the inning when one team is batting. When three outs are made, the teams switch so the fielding team will be up to bat, which will then be the bottom of the inning. The inning ends when the second batting team gets three outs.” You looked from Jeongguk to the field. “Okay! That makes sense!” you said nodding.
As the game progressed you noticed Chan watching you more and more from third base. You tried to ignore the look he gave you and focus on the game. By the top of the ninth inning, you were totally invested in the game cheering and encouraging the team. They were on the field with two outs. “I’ve never seen you get this much into sports,” Jeongguk laughed and you looked back at him with a wide grin. “I never realized I liked baseball so much!” you admitted. The home team caught the third out and the teams switched, signaling the start of the bottom of the ninth inning.
First up to bat was Changkyun. He was one of the only left handed batters on the team and also being the left handed pitcher. He hit the ball toward the bases and took off for first, making it before the opposing team even scooped the ball up. His teammates erupted into applause while he mocked bowing before taking his stance on the base.
Up next was Hyunwoo. He was a guy you’d seen around campus before usually with his best friends Hoseok and Kihyun. Hyunwoo was a particularly well built guy with broad shoulders, tall and muscular. He filled out his uniform well as he took his stance on home plate, swinging the bat a couple times before he stood ready to swing. The opposing team’s pitcher threw hard but Hyunwoo swung right, his aim true and he hit the ball into the outfield before the players had time to catch up. He made it to first, Changkyun on second.
Next to bat was Yugyeom stepped up to the plate. He was, as Soonyoung said earlier, designated hitter for the pitcher, Seokmin. Yugyeom also hit toward the bases and made it to first, the other two rotating around so each base had a member on it. The coach of the opposing team swapped out the pitcher for a new guy and Jeongguk sat closer to the edge of his seat. “They’re trying to switch it up, catch our guys with a new pitcher. They’re gonna try to get a triple play,” he said resting his arms on the fence.
You turned your attention to the practice section for the next batter and saw it was Jeonghan but the manager ran up to him and said something. Jeonghan looked over at the dugout as another member came out ready to bat. Jeonghan nodded and swapped places with the new guy. “Fuck yes,” Jeongguk exclaimed softly and you looked at him. “The pinch hitter,” he said and you looked back at the guy stepping up to the plate. It was Lee Hoseok. If Hyunwoo was built, then Hoseok was ripped.
They guy adjusted his gloves and tapped the bottom of his shoe with his bat before taking his stance and swinging the bat three times before holding it steady. He smirked at the new pitcher and waited. The first ball thrown was called foul, giving the opposing team one out. The second ball was also foul, giving for another out. You grabbed Jeongguk’s hand and he laughed. “You’re worried for nothing,” he said as the pitcher geared up to throw a third ball. Hoseok swung so fast and hard that all you heard was the crack of the ball making contact with his bat before he dropped it and took off.
Changkyun crossed the plate first, followed by Hyunwoo, then Yugyeom. Cheers erupted from around the stadium and the dugout as the ball crossed over the far barrier and Hoseok brought up the rear laughing as his teammates rushed out to jump on him. “What?” you looked at Jeongguk. “Told you not to worry,” he laughed. You looked over as the team celebrated their victory. You cheered along side the rest of the stadium before Jeongguk finally pulled you out of your seat. “Come on! They’re gonna celebrate with a party later, let’s go so you can get changed,” he said and you followed him and his basketball teammates up the steps.
It took some time to get out of the stadium and into the parking lot where the rest of Jeongguk’s friends piled into cars, you sitting in the front seat of Seokjin’s car. Jeongguk was squashed in the back with Jimin and Taehyung. Seokjin pulled up outside your building and you promised to be quick. You rushed up to your room to change and get ready to go to a house party. You hadn’t been to one in years so you decided to put a little effort into your appearance.
Once satisfied with your look, you headed out to the elevator. You pressed the button taking it down to the lobby. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you opened it to find two messages waiting. One from Soonyoung and the other from Chan.
[2019/10/12]
Soonyoung [21:06]: you’re still coming to the party, right? (:
You [21:06]: I’m on my way now!
You checked Chan’s text and froze, your heart pounding.
L.Chan [21:05]: So there’s a party at the Iota Nu Delta house, if you wanted to come. Hopefully I’ll see you there?
You [21:08]: yeah, i’m heading there now actually. Soonyoung invited me
L.Chan [21:08]: oh. cool. See you soon
Soonyoung had sent you another text and you opened it.
Soonyoung [21:08]: you are going to dance with me, aren’t you? ;)
You [21:09]: we’ll see haha
You made it back out to the car and got in the front seat again. “Ah! We’re ready!” Seokjin announced before starting the car. He pulled out of your building’s parking lot and turned right, driving through the campus as he made his way toward the Iota Nu Delta house. Seokjin parked on the street behind Yoongi’s car and you followed the guys up the lawn toward the front door.
Upon entering, you saw that the party was fully underway and you grabbed Jeongguk’s arm. “Please don’t leave me alone!” you whispered at him and he nodded, following Taehyung and Jimin further into the house. Once entering the kitchen at the back of the house, you found a large group gathered around a pong table. Jeongguk led you past the group to get drinks and a familiar face caught your eye.
Soonyoung smiled at you from the crowd before pushing his way through to reach you. “Hey!” he said breathlessly as Jeongguk poured some soda into a cup and handed you a slice of pizza from one of the many boxes on the counter. “Eat, then drink!” he said and the nodded at Soonyoung.
You took the slice and bit off a piece. Jeongguk handed you the cup with soda in it. “Drink that. Pizza and soda before you get alcohol!” You rolled your eyes and turned to Soonyoung who reached across the island to grab a slice of pizza.
Jeongguk smiled at a girl who passed him before turning to Jimin and Taehyung. He said something to them and then leaned toward you. “I gotta go do something, stay with Jimin and Taehyung. They’ll keep an eye on you. Well, Taehyung will,” he said and you nodded before he took off, handing a drink he made for you to Tae and pointed at you. Taehyung took his spot at the counter, standing behind you and keeping his eye on the crowd. He turned to Jimin to say something, nodding at the crowd.
“So, you going to come dance with me at least once?” Soonyoung asked as you finished your slice of pizza and downed the rest of your soda. You took the cup Taehyung held and took a sip. “Maybe, you gonna convince me?” you asked. Soonyoung laughed and bit his bottom lip.
“I can always try,” he said with a wink. Your stomach did little flips but it wasn’t Soonyoung’s words. Instead it was Chan appearing in your line of vision. You turned to Taehyung. “I’m gonna go dance with Soonyoung,” you said over the loud music. Taehyung nodded and told you he would be right there when you got back.
You turned to Soonyoung, taking another gulp of your drink before handing it to Taehyung. Soonyoung took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living area of the downstairs, right past Chan. You tried to ignore the way his eyes followed you as you passed him with his best friend. Or the way his jaw clenched as Soonyoung immediately pulled you into him, his hand on the small of your back. You moved your hips against Soonyoung’s to the beat of the music, not really caring about the people around you.
Soonyoung lowered his head, whispering in your ear, “I feel like the luckiest guy in the room.” You smiled, pink tinting your cheeks before you responded. “Why is that?” you asked. “Look at you. You’re stunning. I kind of regret not asking you out a lot sooner,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your neck. You giggled, pressing a hand to his chest.
“Really? Well, what about now? Are you going to ask me out?” you asked and Soonyoung smiled against your cheek. “Didn’t I already, asking you to be my date tonight?” You sighed when his lips pressed softly against your cheek. “I’m not going to lie, (Y/N). You know that’s not really my style. But I’ve actually wanted to ask you out ever since I ran into you the other day.” His hands held your hips in place while he spoke.
“You have?” you asked breathlessly and Soonyoung smiled, nodding his head. “I have. I’ve just been too shy until now,” he muttered and you let out another sigh when his lips met your jawline. He would have continued had Jeongguk not interrupted. “Sorry, Soonyoung, I need to steal (Y/N) for a second,” he said over the music and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you from Soonyoung’s grasp.
Jeongguk led you to the kitchen and towered over you. “I told you to stay with Taehyung!” he said and you groaned. “Gguk!! I like Soonyoung! He’s a really nice guy! And you heard him ask me out earlier!” you said exasperatedly. He was essentially cockblocking you. He shook his head. “I don’t like it. Something is off,” he said and you groaned. “What about Chan?” he asked and you shrugged. “What about him?” you asked. Jeongguk looked around before leaning in.
“Are you forgetting about last night?” You rolled your eyes. “That happened because we were both horny and intoxicated. It was nothing,” you said shrugging. Jeongguk eyed you suspiciously. “Does he feel the same way?” he asked and you nodded. You were sure that Chan felt that it meant nothing to him, too.
“I’m not so sure,” Jeongguk said and you shook your head. “It’s fine, Gguk!” you repeated. You waved him off and went back to Soonyoung who was waiting in the same spot as before. Once you were back in earshot, he asked, “what was that about?” You shook your head. “Just my best friend being cautious and protective as usual!” you said in his ear as his hands rested on your hips.
Soonyoung pulled you in closer as the song changed to something slower and more sensual. It wasn’t until you felt someone bump into you that you stopped moving to look around. Chan was making his way up the stairs, his eyes locking with yours when you looked up. He was leading a random girl up the steps. Your heart leapt in your throat and you turned your attention away from him.
You felt Soonyoung’s lips against your cheek before he whispered in your ear, “something wrong?” You shook your head and allowed him to direct your hips again. “No. Nothing,” you said. You felt him smile against your skin before his lips trailed down to your neck.
A tiny gasp left your lips, eyes snapping open when you realized you were still in the living room, surrounded by a ton of your peers. You pulled back slightly and Soonyoung gave you a quizzical look before he looked around and understood.
He nodded his head, jerking it up toward the upper floor and you nodded, biting your bottom lip. Soonyoung took your hand and pulled you toward the base of the stairs and began leading you up, passing people who were standing there watching the crowd. Upstairs in the hallway, Soonyoung led you through the people waiting for the bathroom and those who hadn’t made it to a bedroom yet and were making out against the wall.
Soonyoung grabbed the handle of a door near the end of the hall and turned it. The unlocked door opened and inside a half naked girl with wavy short brown hair was straddling- “Oh shit! Sorry Chan!” Soonyoung laughed. Upon hearing his name, Chan looked up at the door and saw you standing there with his best friend, your hand in his.
You turned and stepped out of the room while Soonyoung backed out and shut the door before taking your hand again and leading you to another room which was thankfully empty. Soonyoung shut and locked the door behind him before pulling you into him, a smile on his face.
“Alone at last, he whispered, his free hand cupping your cheek before his lips brushed against yours, testing the waters before taking the plunge and pressing them against yours. You felt dizzy, like his kiss took your breath away. The hand that wasn’t cupping your cheek snaked around your waist, pulling you in closer. Your hands felt like putty against Soonyoung’s chest.
Without breaking the kiss, he walked you backwards until your legs hit something soft. A bed. Your heart began racing and your stomach twisted with what you assumed were nerves. Soonyoung broke the kiss and pulled away before studying your face, a lopsided grin on his face. “God you’re gorgeous,” he said brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. Pink tinted your cheeks and you looked down.
“If I’m moving too fast, tell me,” he said and put his finger under your chin, lifting your head so your eyes met his. “I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable,” he said and you nodded. He sat you down on the bed and as you scooted back toward the center, climbed on, hovering over you before dipping down to kiss you again. His lips parted yours, allowing his tongue to slip between.
One hand was on your hip while he used his elbow to keep from weighing down on you. A soft whimper left your lips when he pressed his hips against yours, pressing his erection into your core. “Ah, that was cute,” he whispered against your lips and repeated the action, earning a deeper moan from you. You felt him smile. Soonyoung moved from your lips to your neck, kissing down to the collar of your shirt before nipping at the skin. You moaned, arching into him.
He sat back up, kneeling between your thighs before pulling his sweater off over his head, leaving him in a white tee shirt. Soonyoung leaned back down, kissing you with more vigor, his hands roaming until they found the buttons of your blouse. He undid the first two buttons, lips leaving yours again to press against your now exposed collarbone. His hand continued to make quick work of your shirt.
He pushed the fabric aside before sitting up to admire your black lace bra. His fingers skimmed over the material before he smiled up at you. He laid between your thighs, leaving kisses along your collar and down your chest, passing between your breasts as he moved lower and lower until he reached the waistband of your jeans. He slowly undid the button and zipper before pulling them down your thighs and discarding them.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, your breathing ragged and your head spinning still. Soonyoung placed soft, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh before your stomach twisted again and this time you knew it wasn’t nerves. It was nausea.
“Stop,” you said hoarsely. At first, Soonyoung didn’t hear you so you cleared your throat and repeated yourself. Soonyoung sat up quickly, looking at you as you sat up and began buttoning your shirt. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked and you shook your head.
“No, I just feel nauseous,” you said in a low grumble. Your head was pounding. Soonyoung hopped up and retrieved your pants, helping you into them before kneeling by the bed and putting your shoes on for you. He helped you stand up, grabbing his sweater and pulling you toward the door.
He led you back down the stairs and into the kitchen where Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin stood. Taehyung noticed you first and nodded. Jeongguk spun around and immediately rushed to your side before rounding on Soonyoung. “What happened?” he demanded. “She said she feels nauseous so I brought her to you. She needs to go home and sleep this off,” he said. Jeongguk eyed him suspiciously.
“You didn’t do anything to her, did you?” he asked and Soonyoung shook his head. “Absolutely not. We were upstairs making out and then she said she wasn’t feeling well,” he said and Jeongguk relaxed as he took you from Soonyoung, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Thanks, we’ll take it from here,” he said. Soonyoung nodded before looked back at you. “Text me when you wake up, okay?” he asked and you nodded, getting wobblier by the minute. “I’ll text you when we get her back to her dorm,” Jeongguk promised and Soonyoung thanked him.
Jeongguk led you out onto the deck out back where you were met with the cold night air. “Seokjin!” Jeongguk called and his friend turned to look at him. “We need to take her home. She doesn’t feel good,” he said and Seokjin turned to say goodnight to his conversation partner. He led the way out of the house and to the car where Taehyung and Jeongguk helped you into the car.
Seokjin pulled out and took the familiar route back to your dorm building. “Did she take a drink from anyone?” Seokjin asked and Jeongguk shook his head. “Not that I saw, and I trust Soonyoung didn’t give her anything,” he said. “Maybe she just drank too much too fast?” Jimin asked from the front passenger seat. “Yeah, maybe,” Jeongguk said.
They reached your dorm with ease. It took Jeongguk and Taehyung to get you out of the car and up to your room. Jeongguk sent Taehyung out while he attended to you. “Do you need to throw up?” he asked and you shook your head. “I think being out of that house helped a lot,” you admitted. “I feel much better now,” you added. Jeongguk sat next to you on the bed and rubbed your back.
“Did Soonyoung do anything?” he asked and you shook your head. “No, he was a gentleman.” Jeongguk nodded, watching you sober up a little. “Well, do you need me to stay here?” he asked and you smiled. “I’ll be okay,” you admitted. “But go ahead and send up Jimin. I could use his cuddles,” you joked and Jeongguk scoffed. “I’m offended you think his cuddles are better than mine,” he said, pretending to be hurt. You giggled and leaned into him. “I’ll be fine, Gguk. Thank you.”
Jeongguk got to his feet and made his way to your door. “Anytime, (Y/N),” he said with a smile and left. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you pulled it out. It was from Soonyoung.
[2019/10/12]
Soonyoung [23:05]: you make it home, alright?
You [23:05]: yeah. Sorry i ran out like that :/
Soonyoung [23:06]: don’t be sorry! I’m just glad you’re home safe! Don’t worry about me. I would rather you be okay. We can always go get a cup of coffee some time. My treat of course (:
You [23:07]: i would like that (:
Soonyoung [23:07]: then it’s a date ;)
Another text came in while you were texting Soonyoung. You opened it to see it was from Chan.
[2019/10/12]
L.Chan [23:08]: hope you have fun.
You [23:08]: you too.
You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you woke up to your alarm blaring at 8:45 am. You groggily pulled yourself out of bed, your head swimming before stripping and getting into the shower. After cleaning yourself up, you got dressed and headed out with your bag for Chan’s lesson.
Upon reaching the student center, you were greeted with a sign that informed you the center was closed for maintenance. You groaned, fishing your phone out of your bag to shoot Chan a text.
[2019/10/13]
You [09:19]: the student center is closed so no lesson today. See you on Wednesday.
After sending the text you head back to your dorm, determined to go back to bed and get an extra hour to sleep off your pounding headache. You had just walked in your door when your phone buzzed and you checked it. Jeongguk had texted you.
[2019/10/13]
Kookie [09:47]: good morning my little croissant~! How did you sleep??
You [09:47]: ugghhhhh i got up to go to Chan’s lesson and the student center is closed. Now i’m back in my room and i’m going back to bed. My head hurts 😫
Kookie [09:48]: Soonyoung texted me last night to make sure you got home safe. Please date him. He seems like a hella nice guy and actually seems to care about you.
You [09:48]: we’ll see. For now, sleep~ 😴
You kicked off your shoes and got into your bed, pulling the covers over your head and shutting your eyes. A vibration made you open them to check your phone.
[2019/10/13]
Soonyoung [09:50]: morning, beautiful. You’re probably still sleeping but I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were feeling okay. Text me later~
You smiled and set your phone aside, more determined than ever to get some sleep. It came to you quickly and you slipped into slumber, awakening hours later to a setting sun. It was nearly 5 pm. You sat up and stretched. Your head felt much better but you were really thirsty now.
You got up from your bed and opened your mini fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging half of it before searching for your phone in the recesses of your blankets. Your fingers brushed the smooth screen of the device and your grabbed it before bringing it up to look at it.
You had two missed calls and several missed texts.
[2019/10/13]
Kookie [10:08]: i know you said you were going to sleep but can you wake up? I’m bored 😞
Kookie [11:36]: pls? Jimin and Taehyung are still sleeping too ):
Kookie [13:27]: ugh this sucks. I wanna talk~
Kookie [14:03]: Soonyoung asked me if you were okay. I told him the truth that you were hibernating because you’re a fucking bear, not a human girl.
Kookie [16:32]: wake up grizzly 🐻
You shook your head, taking another sip of water before opening the next set of messages.
[2019/10/13]
Soonyoung [11:09]: are you awake yet?
Soonyoung [12:01]: you really sleep a long time, don’t you?
Soonyoung [13:42]: i was hoping we could get coffee today but you must still be sleeping ☹
Soonyoung [14:06]: i texted Jeongguk. I just wanted to make sure you were okay
Soonyoung [14:09]: he says you channel your inner grizzly and hibernate on the weekends 🐻🐻
Soonyoung [14:12]: ngl that’s really cute :3
Soonyoung [15:35]: I’m not gonna keep blowing up your phone so just message me when you wake up
[2019/10/13]
L.Chan [13:05]: Sorry i didn’t answer earlier. I had a LONG night lol
You answered Jeongguk’s text first.
You [16:54]: grizzly 🐻 is awake. Winter is over ❄☃️
You sent Soonyoung a reply next.
You [16:55]: yeah haha i sleep a lot. It’s a bad habit and the reason why i usually miss things ):
Finally you answered Chan.
You [16:56]: Don’t worry about it.👍🏻
The first to respond was surprisingly Chan.
[2019/10/13]
L.Chan [16:58]: i was up pretty late lol
You [16:59]: ...okay
L.Chan [16:59]: Did you have a good night?
You [17:00]: it was good.
L.Chan [17:00]: ...just good? Mine was great. I wonder why you didn’t have as good of a night?
You [17:01]: … 😒
L.Chan [17:02]: well, I mean, did you see Mina? I think it’s pretty obvious why I had such a great night lol
You scoffed and tossed your phone as another text from him came in but you ignored it. When your phone buzzed again, you checked it. Soonyoung had replied. You opened his messages quickly.
[2019/10/13]
Soonyoung [17:05]: THERE you are! I was getting worried ☺
You [17:06]: yeah haha here i am
Soonyoung [17:07]: awwww you should have let me come over
Soonyoung [17:07]: We could have napped together :3
You [17:07]: that actually sounds wonderful. Raincheck?
While you waited for Soonyoung to answer, you checked Jeongguk’s text that came in.
[2019/10/13]
Kookie [17:01]: well goddamn it’s about time!
You [17:08]: yeah, yeah I know. Grizzly 🐻 and all that 🙄
Kookie [17:09]: more importantly how are you feeling?
You [17:09]: much better than last night
Kookie [17:10]: good but go back to sleep now. Get plenty of rest for tomorrow (:
You returned to Soonyoung’s text, ignoring the other text that came in from Chan.
[2019/10/13]
Soonyoung [17:09]: of course! (: maybe next week?
You [17:11]: that sounds perfect (:
Soonyoung [17:12]: your place or mine? ;)
You [17:12]: we can iron out the details later (:
Soonyoung [17:13]: sounds good to me (: look I gotta run. I have some errands to do, I’ll text you later (:
You [17:13]: okay! Have fun and be safe~!
Soonyoung [17:14]:
Soonyoung [17:14]: ugh 😫 how are you so sweet?
You [17:15]: 😚
After sending Soonyoung a text, you decided to open Chan’s messages as he kept sending them.
[2019/10/13]
L.Chan [17:03]: she’s got these killer legs. I’m sure you saw
L.Chan [17:03]: and her lips? God she could kill a man
L.Chan [17:04]: she almost killed me 🍆👀
L.Chan [17:04]: she could make a guy fall in love 😍
L.Chan [17:05]: she knows exactly how to drive a guy crazy
L.Chan [17:05]: and she’s such a tease lol
L.Chan [17:07]: i’m meeting her again tonight.
L.Chan [17:09]: should i bring her back to my room?
L.Chan [17:11]: I think I will 😏
L.Chan [17:14]: what are you up to tonight?
L.Chan [17:14]: staying in i bet?
L.Chan [17:14]: why not invite Soonyoung over?? 😜
L.Chan [17:15]: I’m sure he’d love to see you again.
You turned his notifications off as your blood ran cold. Something about his wording wasn’t right. Like he was trying to make you jealous. What is his deal anyway??
P.S: WOOOOOW That was long. This is only part one!! If I had left this one piece, it would have been a behemoth. I’m really glad I split it up. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Leave any comments, keyboard smashes, or send me some asks or messages! I love talking to you guys (: Thank you so much for reading! ~K♡
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Baby, You’re A Rich Man XXVII
Chapter: 27/28
Rating: U
Summary: Ringo could never understand why that group of three boys made him feel so uncomfortable, or why the way George looked at him sent him into a panic. After a chance encounter Ringo discovers the truth and has no clue what to do with the information.
Tags: AU - Gangsters, Slow Burn, Smut, Eventual Romance, Violence, Angst
Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney
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At first George suggested waking John and Paul up so that they could all go out to get some breakfast together, but Ringo thought they looked so peaceful that disturbing them was out of the question. Instead Ringo decided to make the most of their shared bedroom considering they'd be heading home soon, and crawled into the next bed and beckoned George to join him. John stirred a little with their movements but remained asleep, his arm loosely wrapped around Paul. Even though Ringo had spent most of the last three days sleeping, the comfort and familiarity of lying with the three of them meant he was asleep in a matter of minutes. George held Ringo tighter than he usually did, as if he was at risk of slipping away while he slept, which was yet another sign to Ringo that George was still struggling.
Ringo had been suffering with disturbing dreams since the incident, nightmares would've been a more accurate way to describe them, yet he hadn't made any mention of them lest the boys become even more worried about him. Oftentimes they would begin with the final moments he remembered after being shot before he passed out: the searing pain in his stomach and the wet blood on his hand. George's face was warped in terror, his skin pale and eyes wide, with an expression that Ringo hoped he'd never have to see again. Then it could go a number of ways, the first night he'd dreamt about bleeding out on the cold concrete seeing nothing but the night sky above him; the second night his brain tried to reconstruct George's story of the three of them trying to carry him to the hospital, their hands getting covered in his blood and tears streaming down their face; but the third night had been the most unsettling. It started as the previous ones had done except this time George wasn't distraught, instead he stood above Ringo with a cold expression, later to be joined by Paul and John who just stared down at him while he bled out. It felt unbelievably real, as the worst nightmares often do, and Ringo tried to call out desperately for George but he didn't react. The three of them began to leave but halted when Ringo screamed out for help, leading George to pick up the gun from the floor to aim it at Ringo's head. Ringo then began to cry, reduced to a babbling mess as he felt his life slowly seeping out of him. Before George pulled the trigger, he spat onto the ground next to his dying boyfriend then spoke a single word.
"Pathetic." He said, almost a whisper and twisted with disgust.
Then he pulled the trigger.
Ringo had awoken with a start when he'd had that dream, he was sweating all over and felt an unshakeable panic. George hadn't stirred in his seat where he slept, it was almost impossible to wake him from a deep sleep, but the sight of his peaceful slumber allowed Ringo to calm down easily.
Sleeping now in their hotel room, Ringo managed to shake off the haunting images for a while but he couldn't help tossing and turning as he slept. The four of them lay asleep until the early afternoon, and Paul had been the first to wake. He didn't notice Ringo in the bed beside him at first, it wasn't until he opened the curtains and turned back to face the room when he saw him sleeping. Immediately Paul woke John, which was a task in itself, who protested the rude awakening until he realised the reason for it. Paul hadn't wanted to wake Ringo, he figured he could do with the rest, but John couldn't contain his excitement that he was finally out of the hospital; he wrapped his arms around Ringo tightly and began chanting his name loudly, rolling him back and forth gently. It wasn't what Ringo was expecting to wake up to, but there are definitely worst things to see first thing than John's beaming smile. Ringo began to laugh as John continued his shenanigans, but had to push him away when he felt pain growing in his stomach.
"You'll send him back to hospital acting like that." Paul chuckled as John rolled away.
"Not our Ringo, he's invincible!" John was the happiest Ringo had seen him for a while, and it warmed his heart.
"Time for a celebratory breakfast?" Paul suggested as he searched the floor for some clothes.
"Everything's a celebration to you, isn't it Paul?" Ringo asked with a grin.
"Is that a bad thing?" Paul retorted with a smile.
As they often did, they had to make multiple attempts to wake George up. Ringo always tried at first by pressing a soft kiss on his lips, cheek or forehead and whispering his name but it almost never worked; that wasn't going to stop Ringo from trying though. Ringo had thought that George looked a little unsettled as he slept, his brows knitting together, but he wasn't sure if he was having a nightmare or his body was trying to fight waking up. Ringo hoped it was the latter, he dreaded to think that George had been suffering in his sleep just as he had been. In the end it took John ripping the covers off the bed and thumping George with a pillow several times before his eyes even began to open, he looked a little startled but settled down immediately.
They headed out to the same cafe they'd been frequenting since they arrived in Hamburg and each ordered a fry up; Ringo felt like he hadn't eaten properly for a week and gobbled down his food happily. George didn't seem to have much an appetite, which was uncharacteristic, but he claimed it was because he'd only just woken up. Ringo had been more than happy to help him clear his plate, the sight seemed to cheer George up. While they ate Paul revealed that Brian had asked him to get Ringo to call him as soon as possible.
"So you should probably give him a ring when we're back at the hotel." Paul explained between mouthfuls.
"God I hope he isn't mad." Ringo said anxiously.
"If you can survive a gunshot, I think you can survive a telling off from Brian." John chuckled.
"He probably won't tell you off, just wants to see that you're alright." George explained.
Ringo couldn't help feeling a little nervous but he tried not to show it, he didn't want to ruin the pleasant atmosphere. George slowly seemed to be getting back to his normal self, Ringo supposed that being out of that hospital bed was already a huge step in the right direction, but he was still a little distant. Paul and John didn't seem to be taking much notice of it, but Ringo wondered whether they'd merely gotten used to George being like this or whether they didn't pick up on the same subtleties that he did. After finishing their food and sitting around chatting for a while they headed back to their room. Paul dialled Brian's number and handed the phone to Ringo who accepted it gingerly, then headed into the bedroom with John to give him some privacy. George sat beside Ringo but kept enough distance so that it didn't look like he was hovering over him.
"Hello?" Brian's voice spoke through the phone.
"Hi Brian, it's Ringo." Ringo replied, wishing he'd cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Oh Ringo, what a relief!" Brian shifted away from his more professional tone of voice "How are you doing?"
"Not too bad, just very lucky to be alive I suppose."
"Very lucky. My heart dropped when I heard the news, I'm so very glad that you're alright."
"Thank you..."
"Paul told me everything that happened and I just want you to hear from me first that you haven't done anything wrong. Granted the whole situation could've gone a lot better, or even a lot worse considering the risk you took, but there's not much use dwelling on that now, is there?"
"I suppose not." Ringo couldn't help feeling a little on edge despite Brian's warm tone.
"I mostly wanted just wanted to ensure that you were okay. I partly blame myself of course, but I suppose in the end it was a positive that you were there or else-" He paused "Have you given any thought to when you might come home?"
"Oh... Not really." Ringo stopped to think about John's burning desire to stay in Hamburg but he didn't suppose there was much use now "As soon as possible I suppose." He looked over at George who just nodded.
"Splendid, I do think that's for the best. Hopefully this is the last we hear from those rotten lot, but its probably in your best interest to get you out of harm's way."
Ringo couldn't help but be amused by the fact that they'd been sent here for that very same reason, to avoid the Chapman group "Sounds good to me."
"I can get a flight sorted for tomorrow morning, does that work for you?"
"Very much so."
"Lovely, well I'll make the arrangements and let you know the information.
"Thanks Brian."
"Oh and Ringo?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you." Brian paused for a moment, he sounded a little emotional "Those boys are very special to me, so thank you."
"Of course." Ringo felt a little taken aback and he heard Brian clearing his throat.
"Well goodbye, I'll ring up in a few hours or so."
"Bye Brian."
Ringo put the phone down and stared at it for a few moments, before he turned over to George who looked at him with a curious expression as if to say 'well?'.
"I think he was about to cry." Ringo explained, scooting up the sofa to rest his head on George's shoulder.
"Really?" George rested his head against Ringo's "Why?"
"The thought of losing you." Ringo said simply and George just made a quiet noise in response.
Unexpectedly, John hadn't been too pleased to hear that they had to leave tomorrow morning but he understood the reasoning behind it. Part of him wanted to suggest a crazy final night in Hamburg but he didn't suppose Ringo was in the best state for anything of the sort - as much as Ringo would probably deny it. Paul seemed very relieved, Ringo hadn't suspect that he'd been too shaken up about the whole situation but Paul had always been the best at hiding his worries for the sake of others. They decided that even if Ringo had to take it easy, they could still make the most of their final night in Hamburg. And so they went sightseeing, walking down the beautiful lakes and walking through the scenic parks; George always seemed his happiness when surrounded by nature and so he walked hand in hand with Ringo amongst the greenery with a small smile always on his face. It hadn't been intentional but Ringo supposed the whole experience was rather healing for George, as he found it was for himself too. The four of them seemed the most at peace Ringo had ever seen them, except maybe when they were sleeping, and it almost brought him to tears thinking about how easily all of this could've been torn away.
George didn't speak too much as they walked but it wasn't a solitary silence, Ringo learned very quickly that George could be his happiest when he wasn't speaking as he saw no need for words. Aside from a few words to express their love for the beauty of the place or to direct the other's gaze to look at something, they communicated only with looks and touches. Ringo wondered if George was unhappy with where he lived back in England as it was surrounded by concrete with little greenery in sight, he then supposed whether they should move when they got older, perhaps to somewhere remote in the countryside. He began running away with the idea before he stopped himself and felt a little embarrassed to be thinking so far in the future, yet the moments he'd shared with George on that final day made him feel certain that they'd be together for a very long time - if not forever.
As night began to fall they returned to the more urban areas of the city and admired the architecture as they searched for somewhere to eat. Ringo could sense a little melancholy atmosphere growing around them as they all began to realise that they were going to miss the city, but it was somewhat bittersweet as they did also miss home quite substantially and they all knew that they'd be able to return here someday. They joked and laughed over dinner as they often did, John drinking a little too much despite their shared promise that they wouldn't be going out that night. After the waiter came to collect their plates and they ordered dessert, Ringo held up his drink to make a tipsy toast.
"I'm not one for speeches." Ringo began his speech "But lads I just wanted to say how grateful I am to have met you three, and to thank you for welcoming me as you have done. As much as we've had our ups and downs, I'd take that any day over being stuck waiting tables doing fuck all with my life."
The rest of them have held up their drinks too and gradually smiles spread across their faces.
"To Ringo!" John chimed in as he held the glass higher.
"To Ringo!" Paul and George repeated, which made Ringo smile rather sheepishly.
They all clinked their glasses together, rather enthusiastically and spilled a little of their drinks on the table, and downed whatever was left. George seemed to be back to his normal self, smiling and joking in his typical way as he secretly held Ringo's hand under the table. It was a massive relief for Ringo as he worried that his solemness had been the beginning of a larger downward spiral, and while he knew neither George or himself would be entirely over the disaster for a long while it certainly wouldn't be as big an issue as Ringo feared. John and Paul too seemed to be in better spirits, even if John complained persistently about the inconvenience of his sling, although Ringo was certain the two of them had issues they were working through that he'd never fully know about.
When they got back to the hotel, Paul suggested it was best they all got an early night so they didn't miss their flight in the morning, the receptionist relayed the message Brian had left for them. They didn't sleep as soon as they got in, instead they listened to the radio and danced for a while. It didn't take long for the mixture of alcohol and exhaustion to sink in and they all began their nightly routines. Before they climbed into bed, John rooted around in the wardrobe and pulled out the large bag of cocaine he'd purchased from Stefan's men a few nights ago.
"What am I meant to do with this?" John asked as he toyed with it in his hand.
"Bin it." Paul said simply and yawned.
"But that's so wasteful." John whined.
"Well you can't do it now." George was getting into bed now.
"Or bring it back." Paul added.
John huffed and looked over at Ringo as a last resort for some support but he just shrugged.
"You guys are no fun, seriously." John chucked the bag mindlessly onto the floor then walked over to the bed.
"I think we've had enough excitement for one trip, don't you?" Paul teased with a smile "All I want now is to get back home into my bed."
"Into my bed, you mean." John purred and planted a kiss on Paul's cheek.
"If you guys even think about having sex tonight I'll scream." George mumbled with his eyes closed.
"George, my love, I'm always thinking about having sex." John winked.
"Shut up and go to bed." George chuckled lowly.
John opened his mouth to respond but Ringo cut him off "Go to bed, John." He said with a laugh.
The flight home was somewhat better than the first as Ringo had managed to adjust slightly to the feeling. The excitement they'd had on the way to Hamburg had been replaced for a yearning to get home, even though they hadn't been gone all that long the security and familiarity of home was sorely missed by all of them. Ringo enjoyed a peaceful slumber on the flight, none of the haunting images that had been plaguing him returned, as he lay with his head resting comfortably against George's. When he awoke they were almost back in England. A car awaited them at the airport and they filed in eagerly; Ringo couldn't help making a comparison to their first car journey and how now they were all nursing injuries of some kind - either physical or mental - but he supposed it could've been a lot worse.
The doorman had been very excited to see the four of them returned safely. They hurried into George's flat and collapsed onto various pieces of furniture, even though it was still fairly early in the day the travelling had exhausted them somewhat. Conversation soon fell onto how they should fill the remainder of the day and Ringo had a realisation.
"I've just remembered, you guys were meant to cook us dinner this week." Ringo recalled and George groaned dramatically.
"Oh yeah... Well I'm sure we can whip something up, can't we John?" Paul was lying across John's lap on the sofa.
"For sure! Something, maybe not food." John laughed.
"Ringo, what are you doing? You save my life then torture me with that!" George grinned and Paul made a noise of protest.
After a while John and Paul retired to their flats to unpack their things, leaving George and Ringo alone - properly alone - for the first time in a while. Ringo thought he could still see a little sadness behind George's eyes, but sometimes it was hard to tell. Ringo followed him into the bedroom to help him unpack and chuckled when he took out the leather trousers.
"Talk about a souvenir, huh?" Ringo chuckled as he held up the trousers for George to see.
"I dunno, I think you've got a better one." George stood up from where he was kneeling down to root through his suitcase.
"How do you mean?" Ringo asked.
"Well I imagine you'll have a pretty gear scar from that bullet hole." George explained with a small smile.
"I hadn't even thought of that..." Ringo's voice trailed off and George noticed his morose tone.
"What's the problem?" George walked over to where Ringo was standing and cupped his hands around his face.
"I've already got that horrible scar from having my appendix out, I don't need another one." Ringo spoke softly, struggling to meet George's gaze.
"Don't be daft." George tightened his grip somewhat on Ringo's face to force him to look at him "You're beautiful, love. I'll always think that."
Ringo smiled but felt a little embarrassed, he didn't like letting on that he was insecure about his surgery scar. George then pressed his lips against Ringo's softly, it was a gentler kiss than George usually gave but it still gave Ringo that same flutter in his stomach. George pulled away and gave Ringo's face a gentle squeeze and looked deeply into his eyes; Ringo always found that George's eyes always said more than his lips ever did. Then he moved back over to where he'd put his suitcase and continued unpacking.
"Now help me pick out some clothes for dinner tonight, preferably something I won't mind vomiting all over." George grinned cheekily.
Despite George's constant jokes, the meal actually turned out fairly decent and John was certainly very proud of his work. Paul had bought a rather expensive bottle of wine for the four of them to share and they spent the evening as they had begun to spend every evening: sitting around chatting and laughing with one another, not wanting to be anywhere or with anyone else.
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Prompt: Beau has nightmares about her back-to-back near-death experiences (the chest stab and the storm of biting shadow), Jester wakes up to see and hear Beau at her absolute most vulnerable, saying things she'd normally bury deep down, Caleb gives her a Dream scroll to help her bestie calm down
u: here’s a cool prompt
me: 👀 tiamat herself
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There’s no way to tell if it’s coincidence or because of the conversation she had had with Jester—the whole thing about her dad a hundred per cent hasn’t helped, especially not when added to Jester’s flat, unamused a few more seconds and you would’ve been gone for good—but Beau can’t sleep.
That’s not strictly true.
She fell asleep just fine, but as soon as she did, it was like... It was like a horror version of meditating. The sea washes around her again on all sides but in place of the crystal clear blue and a faint breeze, the water is thick and black, the same tar like substance that Obann had been. And the wind now scours and bites at her skin, and no matter how much she tries, she can’t see past it, past the stinging, screaming black winds.
The second of these dreams, near identical to the first with only minor differences—in the first she had been mediating by the shore as before, in the second she was floating, and sinking, and drowning—sends her up and out of her bed. Dripping, shivering in the cold sweat that prickles over here entire body, runs like a waterfall down her spine, plasters the short hair of her undercut to her head, Beau stumbles for the door and for the hallway lit by the low candlelight. There’s some magic light in their room but Beau never asked for the special magic word and even if she knew it, her mind is fumbling over even the most basic of thoughts as though everything were coated in oil and her mind slides off and away no matter how hard she might try to grasp them, understand them.
Which is how she comes back to herself in the hallway, forehead pressed hard to the plaster with a near uncomfortable pressure, turned just enough that she can stare at the candle set onto its small sconce an inch or so away from her. The light is small and flickering as flames do; it is reassuring, in a way, to watch it. The way it climbs over itself, licking out at the air, gutting now and again when she breathes too heavily.
‘Beau? Can you hear me?’
She turns painfully. All of her aches like after an extended workout. Beside her is Jester, sweet as a bluebell in snow wearing a perfect white shift as her nightgown.
‘Hey,’ she groans. Jester’s eyes turn molten, the tears gathered at the corners catching the light of the candle. Beau reaches over, swipes at the tears. ‘You alright?’
Jester nods, sniffling. ‘You were having a really bad dream, I think. I followed you out here...’
‘Just.’ Beau would feel embarrassed, but even that feels like it would hurt. Gods, she aches. ‘The dark.’
‘Oh.’ Jester glances to the candle. Plucks it up from its place and curls a helping hand beneath Beau’s elbow, guides her back into the room. The darkness is profound within the chamber, and Beau almost baulks but then Jester murmurs to the candle, encouragingly, and that little orange flame burns big and bright, burns away at the shadows. She sets it on a low table and after a moment of digging in the haversack, pulls out more candles. Touching the wicks to the first, soon they have a little army of guardians against the dark. ‘Wait here, okay?’
Beau nods. Groans as she lays back onto the bed. The mattress is terribly soft—probably she should sleep on the floor, maybe that’s why she felt like she was drowning—and she’s half asleep by the time Jester returns with a scruffy Caleb. It’s hard to tell if he has even been to sleep, eyes ringed with dark circles and his clothes permanently rumpled.
‘Ah. Bad dreams?’ he asks, voice oddly soothing. Warm, golden like syrup. Honeyed. ‘I suggest,’ he says, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, ‘you try to sleep again. Think of something pleasant. Something soothing. Let it fill your mind,’ he continues, voice droning in an oddly nice way. Like the purring of a cat. He continues, but if Beau hears the words, they don’t register.
The bed dips a few times as Caleb stands and Jester takes his place. They talk quietly, and Beau thinks of their boat, and islands of salt and sand and buzzing bees, and the golden heat of the sun, and she sleeps with those sensations and with a hand in her own.
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my heart | an angsty af dragon age (bc why not combine my two greatest loves) au for kristanna smut week | somewhere on the border of t and m | 2.7k
This is the way it is with them; he takes blows meant for her; she patches him up after and calls him vhenan, and neither of them dares to ask the other what they mean by it. He was her first partner when she left her clan and joined the Wardens seven years ago, and she has never had another-- never will have another, now that they both have heard the calling start to sing in the back of their minds and know that this expedition will be their last. She can never decide if it is more like poetry or a sick joke that after working so hard to keep each other alive now they will watch each other die.
(you don’t need to have played DA to know what’s going on!)
a/n: okay i think i explained everything well enough in the fic for people who haven’t played the game, but basically kristoff and anna are grey wardens, aka part of an order/army whose job is to protect everyone else from darkspawn which are basically like. monsters? and anyway part of becoming a grey warden is doing this ritual where u drink darkspawn blood (ew) and you can sense them but then over time the evil shit gets stronger in you and you feel them calling to you so before you go crazy and hurt people you go die fighting them in the deep roads
for people who have played the game, in this au anna is a dalish elf, kristoff is a human from the anderfels, and this is set during da:i when all the wardens hear the calling at the same time
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It's easier to ignore the singing in her blood when he looks at her that way.
"You alright?" he asks gruffly, and she shakes her head, not taking her eyes off his. "Where?" is his next question, and already he's moving to look her over without even pausing to swipe at the blood sliding down his cheek.
"My ankle," she says, and when he comes over she takes the chance to lean up on her toes and wipe at it herself with her sleeve to make sure the gash it pours from isn't too deep.
She trembles with the effort of supporting herself on her screaming ankle; she can already feel it swelling and pressing against the confines of her boot. It is just a sprain; she has had worse, but tonight he will fret over it, dress and wrap it himself and ask her a thousand times if it pains her still, if there is something more he can do.
You have done enough, she will tell him; he was only hurt in the first place because he shoved her aside to block a blow that had bounced off the top of his shield and landed beneath his eye. And though it saved her, and then she saved him in return by cutting down the monster from behind before nocking an arrow to kill its last fellow before it could howl for aid-- still he will blame himself for it, worry over it even more than usual, and all the while she will love him so ardently she wonders if beyond the Veil it will still be a part of her. And yet she will say nothing, and neither will he.
This is the way it is with them; he takes blows meant for her; she patches him up after and calls him vhenan, and neither of them dares to ask the other what they mean by it. He was her first partner when she left her clan and joined the Wardens seven years ago, and she has never had another-- never will have another, now that they both have heard the Calling start to sing in the back of their minds and know that this expedition will be their last. She can never decide if it is more like poetry or a sick joke that after working so hard to keep each other alive now they will watch each other die.
It is a part of the vow she took years ago, that when she hears the music of the dark places calling to her she will go to them, will meet her end there and take as many darkspawn down with her as she can. The fact that Kristoff will die there with her is both a comfort and an agonizing pain.
She is selfish, though; she is smaller, weaker in close combat like what they will find in the place under the earth where the monsters are born, and so she knows she will fall first and is grateful for it. He knows it, too; sometimes at night she wakes to the sound of him tossing and turning and muttering her name, increasingly panicked until she creeps over to his bedroll and wakes him with a cool hand pressed to his cheek, as it is now, lingering though she has wiped it clean and now the blood merely oozes from the wound.
“Lean on me as we walk,” he says, already setting a hand on her lower back. “I do not know how long it will be until we find a shelter. I don’t want you to make it worse.”
They both know they will need to rest for more than a night this time; it was a hard battle after a grueling week, and so sleeping under the stars will not do, especially when it looks like rain and when she can tell he is hiding the rest of his injuries from her. She shakes her head. “No. I saw you take that blow to the ribs. I don’t want you to make it worse.”
It is the oldest argument between them; they would both rather go without than take from the other. She would rather die now than lean on him when he is hurting.
(She wouldn't, not really, not when the end is already so close, and she still hasn't told him what vhenan means. Then again, he doesn't ask, and she is beginning to think he has known all along.)
They find a compromise; he strips off his breastplate with her help so that the cold metal doesn't knock against his injuries, and she carries it on her back with her pack. Then and only then does she lean against his less-injured side, and they hobble together through the fields in the fading light.
By some miracle, they crest a hill, and she sights a lone structure just at the edge of the forest. Her stomach lurches at the sight; they are here on another patrol and due to return to the keep next month, but if the Calling keeps growing louder, there is an entrance to the Deep Roads just on the other side of the wood; this could be the last time they stand together like this, out in the open with the sunset painting his hair golden--
"Anna," he says softly, bringing her back from the precipice. Somehow he always knows when it is about to be too much for her, just as she knows that her touch is the only thing that will chase away his nightmares.
Once when she was young and thought she knew better, she heard a story about soulmates and laughed. Now she sees the way his eyes soften when they meet hers, feels his hand squeeze her shoulder, and she could weep for love of him, vaster than anything else she has ever known and still not enough to halt the inevitable.
They draw closer to the building; to her surprise, judging by the stained glass and the statue of a woman reaching for the heavens, it’s a chantry, but the doors are hanging off the hinges, and a tree has fallen against it and never been moved, leaving a small hole in the roof.
“I thought you humans loved your chantries,” she says, genuinely curious.
He is frowning above her. “We do. I do not know how this one came to be abandoned.”
There are so many ways, none of them pleasant, and her mind lingers on them until they are inside, the only sound the clinking of the armor and the tapping of their boots on the stone. Dust motes rise up and swirl around them in the last streams of sunlight, but their eyes are drawn to the statue at the front, the bride of the Maker with her palms cupped before her, hoping to catch a modicum of mercy. Anna keeps to the gods of her people, and Kristoff keeps to none, but still both of them stand silent for a moment of reverence.
It is so quiet she can hear him when he swallows hard. He looks down at her, deep brown eyes as solemn as if he were still looking at the statue. “I try to pray sometimes. To Andraste, to the Maker, even to the gods of your people, but I...I cannot bring myself to do it.”
“Why not?”
There is something new in his expression, something that is making her chest ache. “There is only one thing I have ever been able to put my faith in, vhenan.”
The shock of her language on his lips nearly knocks the wind from her. “You do not know what that word means.”
“Then tell me.”
She has called him that for six years, and this is the first time he has ever asked, and she longs to tell him and see him smile, but greater than that is the fear that somehow he still does not know, that she has imagined all that lies between them, and so instead she breaks his gaze and says, “You need to sit down. Let me look at your injuries.”
“You’re the one with a sprained ankle. You need to sit more than I do.”
“Then sit with me,” she huffs out, and he gives her that easy grin that he keeps only for her.
They sit together on the set of stairs that lead to the sanctuary; she peels off her boots with a sigh of relief, freeing her swollen ankle from the confines of leather. She glances over at him and sees he is gritting his teeth, and so she guides him to lean back against the altar, taking some of the weight off his injured torso. “Let me see,” she asks, and though this is hardly the first time she has seen his bare chest they both blush as she helps him remove his shirt.
Ugly purple and black bruises stain the left side of his chest, spreading from his ribs. She cannot help but wince at the sight. “You’ve got to stop taking hits for me,” she chastises him.
“You would have died.”
“Perhaps not. And besides, you could have died, too.”
He closes his eyes. “What does it matter? Our time is coming to a close anyway, vhenan.”
It takes her breath away again, the sound of that word in his mouth. It frightens her that suddenly he is so intent on saying it, on finding out why she always has. “Stop saying that. You don’t know what it means.”
“You call me it every day.”
“Yes.”
“So why can I not say it back?”
“Because-- because you do not know what it means--”
“Then tell me.”
Her hand settles on his chest, and she feels him stiffen beneath her touch, but he does not pull away. Her magic is paltry compared to her sisters, but it’s enough that when she traces her fingertips down around the blue edges of bruising, she can ease some of the pain. He lets out a sigh of relief, then frowns, opening his eyes again to look at her. “You cannot distract me from this. I will know. Tell me.”
“I am,” she whispers, “Kristoff, I am.”
Somehow she has drawn so close to him as she works that her nose is brushing against his cheek; he realizes it at the same time and sucks in a breath, his stomach flattening against her palm. If he turns just a little--
“I thought today I might see you cut down before me,” he says, his voice strained. “And I know soon enough I will, and I-- I have spent every night these past years telling myself ‘tomorrow, tomorrow you will tell her, tomorrow you will find the courage’, and now--”
He does turn then, and when their lips meet all the rest of it falls away. There is only the warmth of his skin beneath her hand, the way his sighs brush up against her own, and he is all life and breath and if only they can keep kissing it will stay that way forever.
A crack of thunder sounds then, and they both startle enough to stop, but they do not pull away. He rests her forehead against hers, his eyes still closed and his swollen lips turning up into a smile.
“My heart,” she says, her voice barely audible above the pattering of the rain. “Vhenan.”
“We are fools, the both of us,” he says hoarsely. “Seven years, and only now--”
“I know.”
He kisses her again, though this time not so gently. His tongue slips past her lips, brushes against her own, and she opens herself to him with a sigh, pressing as close as she can without fear of hurting him.
“Your armor,” he murmurs against her lips, and she cannot help but laugh.
“I forgot I was wearing it. Here, I--”
She leans back and pulls off her shoulder guards, the leather breastplate and iron greaves, and tosses them aside; they land with a clang against a pew, and she blushes, knowing her enthusiasm will amuse him. But when she turns and meets his gaze, there is no trace of laughter in his eyes; instead there is only a dark heat, a hunger that sends a spark through her.
“Will you help with mine?” he asks, his voice low, and the spark coils and turns to flame.
She does so, removing the much heavier steel and setting it aside with care; when she pulls off his boots, he sighs with relief. Now he is nearly bare before her, wearing only a pair of homespun trousers that rarely see the light of day and currently leave little to the imagination.
Her mouth is dry when she moves within kissing distance again; she cannot help but set her trembling hands on his shoulders, tracing over the hard lines of muscle, as she moves to sit astride his lap. His arms circle around her waist, keeping her close, and he presses a kiss to the pulse point beneath her jaw.
Her head falls back, braids slipping over her shoulders, and he takes advantage of it to bring his mouth lower, tracing a burning line down her neck and over her collarbones before settling his forehead against her shoulder, his nose brushing against the hollow of her throat. She brings her hand up to card through his hair, her fingers stroking slowly through the blond strands.
“Vhenan,” she whispers, and he shivers beneath her. “Ar lath ma.”
“I love you, too.”
“I was worried-- so worried-- that I would never find the time to tell you, that when we went--”
“But you did,” he said, his voice rough. “You told me, and I told you, and now-- now we have a little time, at least, to do with as we wish.”
His fingers curl in the back of her shirt as he speaks, and suddenly it almost pains her that she is still in it. “What do you wish for, then?”
He lifts his head to meet her gaze, his eyes darker than she has ever seen them. “You. All that you are willing to give.”
“What will you give me in return?” she asks, shocking herself with the boldness of her words.
He presses a kiss to one of her cheekbones, just where the edges of the dark vallaslin tattooed there entwine with her freckles. “Everything.”
“Then you can have it all. It was yours to begin with,” she says, leaning back just long enough to pull off her shirt before crushing her lips against his once more.
He reacts immediately, hips rocking up beneath her as he clutches her to his chest, so close she cannot tell where her heartbeat ends and his begins. She lets out a little gasp and tightens her grip on his shoulders, wondering at how quickly the embers she has carried so long have burst into a roaring flame, and then his teeth scrape over a sensitive spot on her collarbone and she cries out his name, “Kristoff,” her own sort of hymn echoing off the walls of this sacred place.
His breathing is ragged against her skin. “Anna, my heart, I-- I wish this were somewhere beautiful, somewhere besides a stone floor where you could look up and see the stars--”
“Just you. That’s enough.”
He groans. “Seven years-- I can’t believe we’ve waited this long--”
She huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Then stop making me wait even longer.”
He doesn’t after that; it’s fast and needy and awkward more than once, in no small part because neither of them bothered to fully remove their pants, but when he shudders against her, panting her name, she lets out a sigh of contentment and lets herself sag back against the stone floor.
“Worth the wait, I think,” she says, reaching up to trail her fingers down his jaw.
He catches her hand and kisses each fingertip in turn, sending a new jolt of yearning to break through the haze of her afterglow. “I should have said something years ago.”
“So should I.”
He moves to lay beside her, his fingers blindly finding hers and tangling with them. She closes her eyes; trying to ignore the whisper of the Calling that is somehow louder now that she has at last found something that blocks it out. “At least we still have now,” he says, his voice barely audible, and she squeezes his hand, knowing that if she dares to speak aloud he will realize that beside him, she is weeping.
#god only knows where this came from i really meant to do litot SORRY#kristanna smut week 2020#my fics#da au
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