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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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A/N: This was an emergency request from forever ago, and I’m SO SORRY it took so long to finish! Tumblr also deleted the original ask, so I don’t have it anymore, but it was for a poly tododeku x chubby reader who gained weight during quarantine. I hope this was what you wanted, and again, I’m so sorry it took so long! I also don’t have a title for this RIP.

Pairing: Poly TodoDeku x Chubby Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: Insecurities about weight gain, weight gain, cursing, reader weighing themselves with a scale if that’s a trigger for you.

You yawned as you stretched, your eyelids still heavy with sleep. It was currently nine in the morning and both of your partners had already snuck out of bed to go to work for the day. You envied them a little, seeing as they got to leave the house often while you were cooped up inside all of the time no thanks to quarantine. Of course, you still worried for their health- although most hero agencies were taking preventative measures during the ongoing pandemic, there was still the chance that one (or god forbid, both) of them could come into contact with the very virus that quarantine sought to combat. You tried not to think about that idea too much, instead focusing on a smaller annoyance: the fact that your job wasn’t deemed essential enough to stay open during this time.

Sure, you were working from home, but the way things were now there was hardly anything for you to do anyways, and most nights you were finished with your tasks early. This gave you plenty of free time, which in reality would have been much more enjoyable if you were able to actually leave the house, but no. You were stuck at home instead, boredom and restlessness rotting your brain of anything useful. You’d done everything you could think of to occupy yourself; you cleaned your kitchen, washed your clothes, folded all the laundry. Hell, you even started dusting the mantle in the living room for god’s sake. But you could only clean so much, and even with two of Japan’s top pro heroes tracking in dirt and grime each night from work, the house was usually spotless by 5pm. The only things you had left to occupy yourself at that point were video games, movies, and food.

Oh…and of course, overthinking.

Perhaps that was how you’d ended up where you were now, your legs carrying you out of bed and to the bathroom mirror to see if your current suspicions were true. About a month ago, you had noticed that one of your favorite shirts (newly found and washed, since you’d finally made it through all that pesky laundry) wasn’t fitting quite right. You didn’t think much of it at the time, passing it off as drying it for a bit too long or using too high of a heat setting. But a week later, you had the same problem occur with a pair of newer pants, and suddenly you felt self conscious. You tried to to push the feeling to the back of your mind, to stay positive and not worry about it, but it was always there. No matter how much you smiled, no matter how many times you told yourself it didn’t matter, the last thing on your mind every night was the fearful thought that you might have gained weight recently.

You’d never been slim; you had been curvy for as long as you could remember, but even from a young age you learned to be confident in yourself and your body. You always had a strong sense of self, always told yourself that your weight did not equal your worth. You knew better, and it showed. People looked up to you and admired you for that. You never cared how much you weighed; you just let your bubbly personality shine through like a midsummer’s day ray of sun. You practically glowed when you were with your friends, the sparkly smile on your face never once faltering as you laughed with them and helped them pick out new outfits they liked during mall outings. So…why should now be any different?

As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you felt anxiety start to creep up your spine, winding tightly around your throat like a constricting snake before pooling in your stomach, as heavy as a stone. Your lungs tightened and you hardly felt like you were getting any air as you looked yourself over. It was hard to tell just from your reflection…but it did seem like you had gained weight. Well, there was only one way to know for sure.

Your eyes caught the gleam of the metal scale in the corner of the room, the square shaped object intimidating you just by lying there on the floor. It was a perfectly normal thing to keep on hand in a perfectly normal household, even more so when you were in a relationship with two pro heroes who worked out and kept track of their weight on a weekly basis. Regardless, nothing about using the scale felt normal to you. You only weighed yourself at the doctor’s office, and that was it. But you wanted to know- no, you had to. It was bothering you too much not to.

Everything about this felt foreign to you. The way the scale came to life suddenly as you stepped on it, the way it took it’s time to recalibrate as you stepped back off, and the way it set itself to “zero” when it finally booted up...all of it. It felt odd when you finally pressed all of your weight to it, awkwardly waiting for the flashing numbers on the tiny digital screen to settle. And when they did, you couldn’t help but frown. You remembered a ballpark number from your last doctor’s visit, and you were nowhere near that number anymore.

You had definitely gained weight since quarantine started.

Not wanting to stand there any longer than necessary, you hopped off the scale holding back tears and tossed your clothes to the floor, opting for a shower. That would make you feel better, and then maybe you would just forget about it. You weren’t going to let this bring you down. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Lunch gave you more anxiety later on and only served as a reminder about your weight gain. But you ate anyways, because you were hungry and you knew you deserved to regardless of your weight. Still, the anxious feelings remained for the rest of the night. You only forgot about it when Izuku and Shouto returned from work minutes apart from each other, their smiles and hugs effectively chasing away any self doubts or worries that you harbored. After all, it was hard to feel anxious when you were wrapped up in a giant group hug, kisses and “I missed you’s!” being given and received all at once. The night ended on a good note, and in the end you fell asleep feeling safe and secure while nestled in between the two most beloved people in your life.

Morning came too soon, and with it, the familiar sensation of dread that you were trying not to grow accustomed to at this point, especially after yesterday. Today’s a new day, you told yourself. I can do this. You noticed that both men were once again up and at ‘em, already at work by the time you woke which left you alone in the spacious bed to your own devices. You, however, happened to have the day off, so you made a beeline for the kitchen to get breakfast before reclining on the couch, T.V. turned on for background noise while you surfed the web on your laptop. After you were finished eating, you cleaned up your dishes and took out the trash, and it was only as you were headed to the bathroom to shower afterwards that you caught sight of the sticky note on the mirror. It was in Shouto’s handwriting, short and sweet and to the point all at the same time.

Half day at work today. Be back at noon. Love you both. Shouto.

Upon closer inspection there was more writing underneath that, a little messier but still legible with a shaded in little heart drawn underneath it all.

Late shift tonight, don’t wait up for me. -Izuku <3

You smiled at the note before taking a seat on the edge of your bathtub to turn on the shower. You felt a bit of reprieve from your heavy feelings, but it was short lived as a sporadic thought crossed your mind in an attempt to seemingly ruin the rest of your day. You weren’t sure where it came from or why it was there, only that it was taking up space in your mind, and you couldn’t help yourself as you glanced to the corner of the room where the scale was supposed to be. Even though you already knew what numbers it was going to display, that didn’t stop you from wandering over and weighing yourself once more. Or, you would have, if the scale had been there. Oddly enough, it seemed to be missing. You looked around the floor for it feeling silly- all of this just to weight yourself even when you knew the outcome already? But you continued looking for it anyway. Just to make sure, you told yourself.

You found it in the cupboard under the sink, pushed all the way back to the right corner of the bottom shelf where it would be hard to spot. You didn’t think to question how it got there or who might have put it there. The only thing on your mind was confirming the digital numbers you’d discovered yesterday, so that was exactly what you did. You laid the scale on the floor before weighing yourself, and you felt…disappointed. Seeing the numbers on the screen spelled it out clearly for you, and suddenly you were spiraling again, worry settling deep into your soul as everything started to really sink in. What if other people could tell that you gained weight? What if they were judging you for it? What would they say? What would the boys think? Oh god, your boyfriends. Could they see it too? Did they pity you so much that they kept it to themselves but knew the whole time? And if they did know…how did they think about you now? Did they think you were disgusting? Did they still love you? Maybe they knew but didn’t say anything because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings?

Your thoughts spiraled out of control as you stripped down, clothes haphazardly landing wherever you tossed them. You practically entered the shower like a zombie, the boiling hot water doing little to calm your mind and ease the worries eating away at you. By the time you had lathered your hair in conditioner and started on body wash while the former was setting in, you’d been in the shower for quite some time, at least for a half hour, and the sound of the front door opening and shutting did nothing to phase you as you rinsed off the suds. Shouto’s muffled voice carried down the hallway and into the bathroom where you were as he kicked off his shoes at the front door.

“I’m home!”

It didn’t take you long to finish up after that, and soon you were drying the water off with your favorite fluffy towel and getting dressed in an old pair of comfort clothes. Since there was no need to pretend to act professional today, why not dress comfortably instead? You weren’t feeling very high maintenance today anyways.

“Hey babe.” There was a knock on the bathroom door just as you were finishing up getting dressed and tugging your shirt over your chest. You reached out a foot to swing the door open since both your hands were full, and Shouto peered in to greet you with a kiss to the cheek before nuzzling his face into yours. But you were too anxious and preoccupied to do anything other than let him love on you as hot steam filtered out through the now open door. “What would you like for dinner tonight?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Hm, not sure. I don’t feel like making any decisions at the moment, so whatever you want is probably fine.” You finally toweled off your hair before fixing it up the way you wanted, then exited the bathroom with your partner in tow. You missed the way his gaze flitted to the corner briefly before he followed you out into the hallway.

“Are you sure?” he asked you, head tilting to the side in question.

“Yep, go ahead and pick. I don’t care either way.”

Something in your tone made him stand back for bit and watch with crossed arms as you wandered around the house with seemingly no objective. You weren’t really sure what you were doing; you didn’t really have the energy to be your happy go lucky self like usual, and so you hardly could pay attention to Shouto and shower him with your love like you normally did when he came home from work. Not to mention, you already had breakfast and watched TV, so now you just weren’t sure what to do. You felt like you were just going through the motions, in a daze like a zombie who couldn’t focus. Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice him come up behind you and place a hand on your shoulder, effectively scaring you out of your trance while you stood aimlessly by the couch.

“Are you alright? You seem a little off today.” He gently pulled you down to the couch with him, arms open for you to lay in while you cuddled up to his warm side.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I’m just thinking a lot, sorry. Did you figure out what you wanted for dinner?”

Snap out of it, Y/N.

He gave you a skeptical look but said nothing more, letting the subject drop at that. “Well, I was thinking maybe we could order some take out and watch a movie at home. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to spend some one on one time with you. I missed you. And Izuku too…”

“I missed you too.” You let him envelope you in a tight hug, some of the stress and fogginess melting away immediately. You were thankful he only had a half day today; it was entirely possible that you might have just sat at home on the couch all day zoning out until one of the boys came home. “Oh,” you added as an afterthought, “make sure you click no contact delivery and tip well. I know you do already, but it’s especially important now.”

A small smile formed as he kissed the top of your head. “Anyone who’s willing to bring food to my love is going to get tipped extremely well. And if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic, I would tell them thank you in person for providing for my sweet.”

“And if they aren’t willing to deliver?” you challenged.

“Then I would still tip them and say thank you, because they make their living off of that. Life is hard enough without me adding even more stress to their day, isn’t it?”

“You’re a kind person, Shouto. I love you.”

The rest of the night passed by fast, food arriving earlier than you thought it would and Shouto picking one of your favorite movies to watch as the two of you snuggled up under a comfy blanket on the couch. You fell asleep on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you off while you pressed your cheek into the crook of his neck for warmth. It was easy to feel relaxed and comfortable like that, his arms wrapped around you creating a sense of security and safety that you adored.

You were a bit confused when you woke up in bed instead of on the couch the next morning. The last thing you remembered had been the steady rise and fall of your lover’s chest; taking in your surroundings, you realized you were now laying against your usual pillow and just about swaddled in the covers. Whoever had moved you last night had taken care to make sure you were comfortable and cozy while you slept.

“Mornin, sleepyhead,” someone murmured behind you. A hand found itself against your stomach, fingers splayed to lovingly rub against your midriff as Izuku curled around you from behind. You pressed up against him for warmth before turning to face him, and when your eyes met you could see the weariness from his night shift reflected in his gaze. The word exhausted was practically written across his forehead.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“A couple hours. Work was…tiring.”

You absentmindedly brought a hand to his face, your thumb stroking over his cheek before you ruffled his hair affectionately. He let out a heavy sigh as you doted on him, eyes closing in bliss. “You okay?”

He seemed to enjoy your touch for a moment longer before reaching up to take your hand in his much larger one, eyes fluttering back open as he pressed a kiss to your open palm and made a soft noise of content. “Mm, I’m more worried about you.”

Normally his actions would leave butterflies in your stomach and make your heart beat a little bit faster. Normally, you would appreciate the concern. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t confused- What was there to be worried about? It wasn’t like anything was obviously wrong; the three of you had been doing well recently with no major arguments and no qualms with each other or your living situation. The biggest problem you had was getting the boys to pick up after themselves when it came to laundry, but that was easily solved with one stern look and an apologetic smile as they rushed to clean up their mess. So it wasn’t about your relationship in general, but about you specifically. Was there something you had done, something you had said? You wracked your brain for a reason to cause your partners concern but could find none.

Shouto walked into the room just then, pulling your attention away from Izuku briefly as he made his way over to you. He slipped into the bed on your other side, the mattress dipping under his weight and squeaking as he nuzzled up against you. With you sandwiched in between the two of them, Izuku sought to continue his conversation with you.

“You do know the scale keeps track of numbers, don’t you, love?”

It took you a minute, but you were sure both boys could tell the moment that it clicked in your mind. The sheer amount of horror you felt was enough to steal your breath away, your eyes going wide as you realized what he was trying to say. They knew. They both knew, and you were terrified of what they would say. This was the last thing you wanted to deal with this morning, the one thing you didn’t want them to find out. You weren’t sure how to react other than to try and hide your face into the pillow, so that’s exactly what you tried to do. But shoving your face into the pillow couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted it to, and soon you were furiously trying to wipe your cheeks dry as you stammered out something, anything to explain yourself.

“Normally this wouldn’t bother me! I’m s-sorry, I don’t know why it’s gotten to me like this…”

“Y/N, listen to us. Please?” Todoroki’s voice seemed to calm you a bit, the deep baritone sound grounding you as you nodded to let them know you would listen. “Izuku mentioned to me two days ago that the weights on the scale were different. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then when I came home yesterday, the scale was back out after I had put it away, which means you were the one who got it out, right?”

“Y-Yeah…so?”

“That means the different weight must be yours.” Izuku booped your nose with his finger lightly, a gentle smile gracing his lips as you stared up at him. “Sho said you’ve been acting strange lately, and I’ve seen it too. You just haven’t seemed like yourself, baby. Especially for the past couple of days…” Had you really been acting different? Come to think of it, you might have been a little more anxious and stressed than usual about your weight, and those feelings had seeped into your every day activities, slowing you down and making you feel sluggish and out of sorts. “You know we love you no matter what, right?”

You nodded once again but remained silent, too upset and relieved at the same time to say anything.

“It doesn’t matter how much weight you gain. We’ll still love you the same, and nothing could ever change that. Besides, quarantine has affected all three of us. You’re not alone in this.” Shouto rested his chin on your head as he spoke, a single arm draped over you and Izuku.

“I gained weight too since the start of all of this,” Deku admitted with a sheepish look. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about, though! It just means Shouto makes really good food. And you still love me, right?”

“Of course I do. I love you regardless of that.” You were quick to respond, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

“See? We feel the same way. You didn’t even notice I’d gained weight until I said something, right?”

You hated to admit it, but he was right. To be truthful, you hadn’t noticed, and you hadn’t cared. Izuku was still your love no matter what he weighed, and you were much too captivated with his luscious green curls half the time to pay attention to something trivial like that unless he brought attention to it like he had done now.

“It’s okay to feel upset about it. We’re here for you no matter what, and you can always come to us with anything that’s bothering you. But something like this won’t change how we feel about you, and it never will. We just want you to feel good about yourself and love yourself. And if it makes you feel better…you saw how much of that pizza I had last night, right? I ate over half of the whole thing. I’m sure I’ve gained weight too.” Shouto laughed a little.

“You’re our whole world, Y/N. You deserve everything good that we can provide you and you’re worthy of all of the love we can smother you in.”

As if to prove his point, both boys gave you a bone crushing hug and rubbed their faces against you. Somehow, some way, they always managed to chase away your troubles and make you feel wanted and needed.

“Thank you both,” you managed to squeak out.

“We love you, Y/N.” Shouto pulled away from the two of you and sat up, a hand running along your side in a comforting way. “Do you have a preference on breakfast?”

“Bacon and eggs,” came the immediate reply from a smirking Izuku.

“That’s too bad, because I wasn’t asking you!” The other boy just laughed.

“Bacon and eggs are fine. But can we make pancakes too? With maple syrup and blueberries!” you added.

Izuku’s head shot up at the mention of pancakes, eyes so bright and excited you almost couldn’t tell he was sleep deprived. Almost. “I second that!”

“Alright, alright. Pancakes it is. But you,” Shouto turned to you, “stay here in bed and relax with Izuku. Make sure he rests his eyes a bit, please. I’ll bring the two of you breakfast in bed.” He cupped your face in his hands and brought you in for a tender kiss, and you felt every little bit of care and concern he put behind it. He gave Izuku the same treatment before standing to leave, his eyes locked on the two of you still laying in bed. “I better not hear either of you get up while I’m busy, or else.”

“What if I have to use the bathroom?” Your teasing words earned you an eye roll and a smirk.

“You know what I mean. Be good.” And just like that, he was on his way to the kitchen.

Beside you, Izuku snuck up on you while you were turned away from him, his strong arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you close while he started to press kisses against your neck.

“Izuku…” you whined.

“What?"

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you how much I love you.”

You felt the return of butterflies in your stomach as your heart raced. Izuku crawled over you and straddled your waist, lips still attached to your neck but slowly working their way down.

“This isn’t resting, you know.”

“I don’t care."

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cherriesradio · 3 years

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I would have given you the world, did that mean nothing to you?

Oikawa x Reader — Angst

Warnings: angst, cheating, very poorly edited lol, tumblr glitches >:[

Word Count: 1,477? Idk words a lair

“I just have practice. I’ll only be another minute.”

That was the first excuse. Which; you only realized by the end of the story. He repeated that statement every time you texted him, which was five times by now. You couldn’t question him, he always worked longer at practice. That’s something you loved about him, just how determined he is to get it right. To do his best. Apparently, that’s not how he looked at you.

“Just… get home soon. You know how worried I get. I care about you, and I want you to care about my feelings, too.” You said. It felt as if those words described everything you’ve been feeling the last few days.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be home as soon as I can. And of course I care about your feelings, why would I not?” Oikawa chuckled softly. You didn’t feel as comforted as you were meant to be.

And you had been to Iwaizumi’s house before. Sure it’s closer to the school then Oikawa’s, but it’s far compared to how close your house is. Could he not just stay at yours?

And it’s been only a few day since the first excuse.

And this time was much worse. You had only seen him at school the last few days, and you craved his touch. It felt like he must be a million miles away, and that he could emerge reach you.

You wanted him. Hell, at this point you could settle for just a call. Or a text. That’s all he’s given you in the last few days, anyway.

“I’m here!!”

Those words quickly rung through your ear, immediately sprinting to your front door. Oikawa, your darling Oikawa, was finally coming to visit you after a week.

“Toru!!” You cheered, throwing yourself into his arms. Sure they were open to you like normal, but it hasn’t been normal lately. But that’s fine. He’s tired, he can’t help it.

“Hey Cutie! How are you?” He said with that classic smirk, not quiet yours though. Your smirk was warm and made you feel fluffy, and cared for. This… this wasn’t your smirk.

But that’s besides the point. He’s still your Oikawa, isn’t he? He’s yours. Well, romantically anyway. Your not possessive.

The rest of the day was filled with not-quite-warm-enough cuddles, not-quite-sweet-enough kisses, and perfect little romcom worlds that the both of you adored.

By the end of the day, you had your head in his lap and were asleep.

You were disappointed when you woke to a dark room and feet shuffling out the door at 2 am.

TEN MISSED CALLS

Those three words ran through your head like they were in a marathon, and they were sure determined to win.

It’s been two weeks. If you did the math, that’s precisely 1.4 calls per day. Why didn’t he answer? Yes it’s the first week of summer, sure he was busy that last week of school. But isn’t graduation meant to be… romantic? No, not romantic per say, but it’s where the couples hop in the others arms and spin them around and kiss their lips likes it’s their last chance.

Maybe you should text him. Yeah, why didn’t you do that in the first place?

“Hey babe. What’s goin on? We haven’t talked in a while :(“

No, no. That makes you look desperate. Maybe that’s what you want though? No, you shouldn’t guilt trip him into hanging out with you.

“Hey babes!! Wanna hang out at the Park later? I’ll bring food ;]”

Too arrogant.

“Hey baby, wanna hang out later? I miss ya lol”

Perfect. Not to desperate, not to arrogant. Perfection. And sent.

Delivered.

Read.

“Ehhh I’m so sorry cutie, I promised the team I’d help them practice at the park today :(“

Course. He was working with them team.

It made sense, really. At least it should’ve. But it didn’t, not to you.

You sigh, you breath heavy and hot on your hand holding your phone. You brought it slightly closer to your face, proceeding to look at cute couples photos and yearning for the rest of the day.

“I’m forever yours.”

You heard those words on the regular. Heard. Why does he no long tell you he wants you to tell him every single thought that ever comes to your head? Why doesn’t he ask what’s on your mind and gets invested even if it’s the weather? Why doesn’t he profess his love to you in front of his team, showing off just how much he adores you?

Is he not happy with you?

“Their my other half.”

You never liked it when he called you that. He was his own person, and so were you. Did he want to be able to tell someone that? Did he want someone who would need him to survive?

“Your a cutie.”

You turned your head over to where you heard the familiar words. So warm, and inviting… so Oikawa. No, no, it’s probably just another cute couple. A couple with a brown haired and eyed man, who had the slyest smirk in the world.

“Y/n? Y/n, what are you staring at?” Yachi, your best friend (whom for some reason you didn’t tell any of this to) said, tapping your shoulder.

“Yachi. Can-can you see that?” You said, pointing towards your boyfriend. Your beloved Oikawa, sitting in a booth with a girl who you didn’t know existed till now, sipping from a milkshake that has two straws.

Silence. Yachi, your beloved and trusted, chatterbox of a girl, was silent.

“Y/n… are you alright?” She said. She put both her hands on your shoulders, pulled herself close to you. You didn’t even realize you were tearing up.

You always thought that people are like… cups. Through out any amount of time you can fill them, little by little. The more full they get… they more complicated feelings packed on top on each other… the cup slowely but surely fills up, all the way up to the top. When it’s filled over the top… the water spills out.

Tears spilled out of your eyes, shimmering and shinning in the fluorescent light of the shopping center.

“Yachi what do I do?” You whimpered. She already had her hand on the back of your head twisted with your hair, lightly pushing your head into her shoulder.

“Let’s go, just give me a second first.”

“Cutie, what are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” You said, your fists clenching, tears piling up in your “rim.”

“No, Cutie I have no clue.” He said. He stepped closer to you, gently setting his hand on your cheek. His hands are so warm and tough with calluses. So familiar.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to not let yourself whimper. “You were with a girl.”

Oikawa chuckled gently, as if all this was some joke you would pull for tik tok. “Possessive now, aren’t we Cutie?”

“No! Stop playing pretty boy for once in your life and take me seriously!” You almost yelled, pushing him away from you. He caught himself on your parents couch, you quietly thanked the lord that they weren’t home till very late.

“Cutie please just-“

“No!! Call me by my name, quit it with calling me your cutie! Hell, I’m detonating if I’m even yours anymore!”

That’s when your sure he finally realized. Realized you knew.

“Do you have any proof? Or are you just being paranoid?” He said, a fake sympathetic look on his face.

“Well.”

You picked up and logged into your phone, went into your messages with Yachi, and showed him Oikawa the photo she took one day ago now.

Oikawa, with his beautiful brown eyes and wavy hair, his pretty boy persona. With a girl, with long brown to blond ombré hair in a messy bun, with red cheeks. Red cheeks with a warm, calluses-covered hands gently placed on them, soft lips resting on hers.

You remembered just barely hearing the words said after that picture was taken, through Yachi’s barely-long-enough-to-reach-your-ear-hair.

“I burn you?”

“You melt me.”

RDISHSUAUAG JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS A LOT BESTIES

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 3 years

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Welcome Home (part two)

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Summary: After not speaking to her brothers for over a year, Peyton Rhodes’ life is turned upside down when her boyfriend of four years cheats on her. She uproots her life with WWE and returns home to Atlanta. She finds herself among great friends and she is finding herself again after being lost for so long.

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x OFC (Sister), Brandi Rhodes x OFC (sister), Dustin Rhodes x OFC (Sister), past Seth Rollins x OFC, future Kenny Omega x OFC (maybe?), MJFx OFC( maybe?)

WARNINGS: SO MUCH FLUFFING FLUFF, explicit language, mentioned cheating (ONE EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION),

A/N: I tried to post this yesterday, but tumblr was not having it. Here is part two. Enjoy<3

Seth mentioned that WWE was traveling through Atlanta and wanted to know if he could stop by my place. I had gotten an apartment close to Brandi and Cody’s place not long after leaving. I said sure, but I was going to have someone here with me. I invited Kenny over and told him Seth wanted to talk and that I wanted, no needed, him to be there with me.

A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. Gathering myself together, I answered the door.

“Hey Princess.” Kenny Omega greeted me. I didn’t reply, I only embraced him. “You gonna invite me in?” he chuckled, hugging me tightly. I nodded against his broad chest. We released each other and moved into the apartment.

“Hey Ken.” I finally greeted him as the door closed. He smiled lightly. He knew I was still hurting.

“How are you?” He asked, sitting down on my couch. I shrugged, taking place next to him.

“Honestly, I feel worthless. Ken, I can’t explain it. I don't understand how he can still have this affect on me.” I said, no real emotion in my voice.

“Peyton Rhodes, you are not worthless.” Kenny rebutted, shocked at my words. “You are wrestling royalty. You are talented. And honest to God, you have Kenny Omega,” He paused to point to himself, “wrapped around your pretty little finger.” He explained, grabbing my hands. “Pey, you are my best friend. You are amazing and I hate to see you think otherwise. I could kick Seth’s ass all the way back to Iowa for making you feel this way.” I laughed, scooting closer to him.

“Kenny, thank you for coming. I couldn't do this without you.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder. He placed a light kiss to my hair.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while. Suddenly, a knock at the door, broke the silence. “I’ll get it.” Kenny said, getting up and walking to the door. Kenny looked through the peak hole on the door. Seeing the person on the other side filled him with rage, but he composed himself. Kenny opened the door. “Good evening, Seth.”

“What are you doing here, Omega? This has nothing to do with you.” Seth growled. I had started to make my way to the door, prepared to split up an all-out brawl. I placed a hand on Kenny’s shoulder.

“Ken,” I said, he shifted over, so that Seth came into my sight. “Seth, I told you I was going to have someone with me.”

“Yeah, but I figured it would be Brandi, hell, maybe even Cody.” I laughed at the mention of my brother’s name and shook my head.

“Cody wants to kick your ass.” Was all I said and Kenny interjected, “For the record, so do I.”

Kenny and I moved over to let Seth into the room because the last thing I needed was for a nosey neighbor hearing what was about to go down. The three of us moved into my dining room and sat at the table. I sat as far away from Seth as possible and Kenny moved his seat so we were shoulder to shoulder.

“So, Seth. Explain yourself.” I offered him the room to talk.

“I know what I did was awful and I will never forgive myself. But Pey, please believe me when I say she means nothing to me and I am so, so sorry.” he apologized.

“She doesn’t mean anything? Then why are you engaged, Seth? I saw the fucking pictures, with the giant rock on her hand.” I scoffed, wondering why I did this in the first place.

“She found the ring I bought for you, put it on, and took those pictures. We are not engaged.” he tried to defend himself, but something didn't feel right. I knew Mandy.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I walked in on you balls fucking deep in her in OUR locker room. Actions speak a fuck ton louder than words. I got the message. I wasted four fucking years on you. FOUR. I got pushed out of the title scene for you. I was basically demoted to a fucking escort.” I snarled, slamming my hands on the table.

Seth jumped and looked at me with sad eyes. He knew I was right, I almost ruined my career for him. "And I know Mandy. She may sleep with other people's boyfriends, but she wouldn't put on some random ring and announce she's engaged." Tears streamed down my face, and Kenny noticed, wiping them away. Seth’s sad eyes changed to jealous.

“So what, are you guys together, now?” He asked, his voice laced with envy. Kenny whipped his head to face him.

“If we were, which we aren’t, it wouldn’t be any of your fucking business. It’s called being a good friend.” Kenny seethed, gripping the edges of his chair. "You have no idea how much you hurt her."

I could tell this wasn’t going to end well. “Thank you for telling me your side of the story. But this doesn’t change anything. I think it’s time for you to go.” I sighed, and moved to get up from the table. Seth rushed to my side.

“That’s it? After everything, I only get 10 minutes to say my piece?” Seth questioned, offended. He went to touch me and I shrugged away.

I shook my head. I was done. I heard more than I needed. “I spent the last 4 months coming to terms with what happened. And I’m finally happy. I found myself again, after being lost for so long,” I paused, trying to compose myself. “I learned to love myself again. I fell in love with wrestling again, and I’m not letting anyone take that away from me.” I explained, moving away from him, giving Kenny the chance to move between us.

He pointed to the door, “I’ll walk you out.”

Seth accepted defeat and walked with Kenny, muttering a simple, “Bye Pey,” as he followed Kenny. Kenny opened the door, gesturing for Seth to walk out of it, but he stopped in the doorway. He turned around to face the other man.

“I can see you care for her, hell, you might even love her. Don’t fuck it up, Omega.” Seth advised. Kenny crossed his arms and scoffed.

“I don’t need advice from the guy who cheated on her. I know how fucking amazing she is. Goodbye, Rollins.” Kenny began shutting the door before he was even out of the way. He flipped the lock and walked back to me.

“Don’t cry anymore over him.” Was all Kenny said, wiping stray tears away from my face, before pulling me into a hug. That was the last night I ever cried over Seth Rollins.

We ended up ordering pizza and watching movies that night. Kenny had passed out half way through ‘The Greatest Showman’ mumbling about how he hates musicals. His head was in my lap, and I was running my fingers through those beautiful blonde curls. He had been my rock these last four months. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

At that moment, I realized that I was falling for him and that scared the shit out of me. Kenny made it so easy though. I did my best to push those thoughts down and finish the movie, but they were never far away.

The next morning, I woke up, surprisingly in my bed, when I remember passing out on the couch with Kenny. I got out of the bed and padded to the living room. “Ken?” I called out, not seeing him on the couch.

“Kitchen.” He replied instantly. I walked to the kitchen, finding Kenny, brewing coffee. “Morning, Princess.” He said, handing me a cup. I took the cup happily, needing the caffeine. “How did you sleep?” He asked, sipping his own coffee.

“I swore I fell asleep on the couch, with you passed out in my lap.” I teased him, moving back into the living room to sit. Kenny followed close behind.

“Yeah, sorry about that. But I woke up and you looked uncomfortable, so I moved you.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

I smiled, getting myself comfy on the couch. "So Omega, what are your plans for the day?" I asked before blowing on my hot beverage.

Kenny looked at me with a huge grin on his face. Since AEW started, Kenny rarely had a day off to himself. "I'm glad you asked, princess. You have me for the whole day."

I squealed, almost spilling my coffee. "Lazy day with take out and movies? Or do you want to get presentable and go out?" I asked him.

"Let's get dressed. I want to spend a day out with my best girl." Kenny replied, setting his cup on the table, standing up and extending a hand for me to take.

"What about Kayfabe? I'm a heel now, won’t that mess with that baby face image of yours?" Kenny shook his head.

"Peyton. Fuck Kayfabe. Let's go out. Please." He smiled sweetly, batting those long eyelashes. And who could resist those grey-blue eyes.

I sighed, “Fine, we can go out and face the world.” I turned and sauntered back to my room to get dressed. I picked a maroon cami, jeans, and converses. I threw my chocolate brown hair into a messy bun, brushed my teeth, and joined Kenny in the living room again. He had gotten dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain black tee. Fuck, he looked good.

He lifted his head at the sound of my footsteps. He raised an eyebrow at my outfit. I shrugged it off. “Ready to go, Omega?” I asked, grabbing my leather jacket off the rack by my door. He hopped up, and out the door we went.

Kenny insisted that he drive, even though he was not used to Atlanta traffic. “So I have a surprise.” Kenny started, I hummed in response. “I got tickets to the aquarium. It was going to be a birthday surprise, but since we are here now, they traded days.”

“Ken! Are you serious? I haven’t been there in forever.” I bubbled, smiling so big, it hurt. “You are seriously the best friend I could ever ask for.” I had mentioned the aquarium a month ago, when we were talking about things we wanted to do but never really had the time for. I couldn’t believe he actually listened.

“You are more than welcome, Pey. I knew it would make you happy. Plus, I don’t think I’ve ever been to one.” Kenny confessed, casting a glance my way before his eyes returned to the road. Kenny really was all work and no play.

“Well, I am honored to pop that cherry for you, Omega.” I giggle, placing a hand over my heart. I could see Kenny roll his eyes before smiling. The rest of the drive to the aquarium was full of laughs and singing.

“I’m sorry, but how do people listen to this?” Kenny groaned as Brantley Gilbert flowed through the speakers.

I scoffed, feigning offense. “Brantley Gilbert is a Georgia native, show some respect. If you can’t deal with his music then we can’t be friends.” I shrugged, turning to face the window, before exploding in laughter. I couldn’t help but feel so free with him, and I hoped he felt the same way.

Arriving at the Georgia Aquarium, we quickly parked and made our way inside. We started with the tropical diver exhibit. The fish were beautiful, but nothing compared to the adult man standing next to me, looking like a small child.

He stepped closer to me, bending down to whisper in my ear. “It took less than 5 minutes to be noticed.” I cut my eyes to my right, where a few people were taking pictures. I smiled and shook my head.

“Just keep smiling and let’s have fun.” I whispered back, reaching a head out to him to follow me through to the next tank. Kenny’s words were floating in the back of my head the whole time ‘Fuck kayfabe’.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I had never seen Kenny look so care-free. By the time we got back to my apartment that night, the wrestling world was buzzing. Kenny and I had gotten settled and were watching ‘The Mandalorian’ when Cody sent me a text with a link.

Not sure what’s going on.

You should see this. *link*

If you need me, let me know.

I clicked the link and it opened to a headline.

PEYTON RHODES MOVES ON WITH KENNY OMEGA.

From one main eventer to another, Peyton Rhodes has her eyes set on the best in the business.

Beneath the headline, it showed a picture of us with Kenny’s arm around my waist as we looked at the shark exhibit. I was pointing out sharks, and Kenny’s eyes were trained on me. I showed Kenny and he just laughed. “Let them talk, princess.” He casually threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him and focused back on the show. I placed my phone on the cushion beside me, curled up closer to him, and shut out the world.

#Kenny Omega #kenny omega fic #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega smut #kenny omega fluff #cody rhodes #cody rhodes imagine #brandi rhodes #brandi rhodes imagine #matt jackson #Nick Jackson #Adam Page #friends to lovers #slow burn #kat writes

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bobbyseyesmile · 5 years

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Innocent Liar [M]

If you had to describe Lee Minhyuk with a few words it would have been: shy, cute, always caring, funny, sweet. Just stuff like that, but never in one million years you would have called him sexy, mysterious or dominant.

He just wasn't the type for this, I mean, you knew him like the back of your hand. You shared your half life with this goof!

But apparently Minhyuk had enough of that. Oh, so you thought he was sweet and innocent? Shy and cute instead of dominant?

Well okay. Just wait till he proves you wrong.

GENRE: Smut (a lot of swearing, spanking, filthy smut and basically it's just Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde but with Lee Minhyuk)

"What did you just suggest?" you asked in disbelief, your eyes fixated on your best friend who just shrugged her shoulders while she shoved another spoon of Mac'n'Cheese on her tablet.

"Come on, he's not that bad. He's kinda cute tho. Just ask him if he's your date, it's just for an evening, Y/N." she answered and turned around to find an empty spot in the overcrowded cafeteria of your school.

"He's not bad, not even a bit! Also, that's not what I meant but... but..."

"But what? He's too mushy and weak?" she raised an eyebrow and you nodded, devastated that you just exposed one of the nicest people on god's earth:

Lee Minhyuk.

The thing was, Minhyuk wasn't bad or unpleasant, he was a funny and lighthearted boy who could cheer up a whole crowd with a single smile. But that was it. He was just the boy from next door who remained your friend since kindergarten, never have you thought about him in a... let's say romantic or even erotic way.

Not that he lacked of looks or something, his face was cute and his smile pearly white. But still. He was just a big goof, not sexy or overly manly...

"I feel bad for admitting but it's true... I want someone like the new student. What was his name again?" you bit your lip and your friend laughed.

"Jackson. But believe me, he's practically like Minhyuk just with sixpack. Also these two are inseparable since Jackson showed up."

"Fine, then... what about the cute guy from the library?"

"Namjoon? Or do you mean Jongup? The first one is an Albert Einstein and the second is hot but shyer than Troy Bolton when he had to sing for the first time in High School Musical."

"Uuuugh..." you groaned and covered your face with both hands. "I'm going to be a single loser on that damn prom..."

Suddenly a familiar voice was behind you. "Hey ladies!"

"Hey Min." your friend said and you groaned something what could have been a 'Hi' or a 'God dammit'. Nothing in between.

"What's wrong, honey?" he asked and softly nudged your side. "Is she okay?"

"Yes, just dramatic because she doesn't have a date for the prom tomorrow."

"Oh... well, me neither. We can go together, Y/N." Minhyuk said and you slowly raised your face but instead of answering him, you looked to your friend who had the biggest shit eating grin ever on her face. Great...

"Yeah... why not." you mumbled and stood up before he could respond anything else. "We see us later, I'm heading to math."

You couldn't even concentrate once in class, the whole day circled around thoughts of Minhyuk, the prom, your dress and... Minyhuk. Why did he had to ask? You didn't want to hurt him, that's why you said yes, but otherwise it couldn't be that bad, right? He was your friend. Your good looking but goof friend, Lee Minhyuk.

This was going to end in a disaster...

Calm down, Y/N... you thought to yourself... it's just for an evening and you don't have to kiss him or anything weird, it will be okay...

Minhyuk was confused of your behavior. The next day you avoided his looks or hurried away with lame excuses when he wanted to talk to you. It was just frustrating for him...

"Hey Emma." he smiled when he detected your friend in the school hall, next to her locker. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Hey Min! Sure thing, what's up?" she smiled back and put her books away before she turned towards him.

"Uhm... you know, it's because of Y/N." he began and rubbed his neck. "I don't know how to explain but her attitude is really weird since I asked her for the prom. Do you know why?"

"I can't believe why she wouldn't just tell you, ugh..." she whispered more to herself but he had heard it.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. Uhm... I don't know what's wrong with her, maybe her hormones are going crazy but she's looking for a boyfriend who is... a little bit more... manly?" Emmas perfect eyebrow lifted and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Manly? What does that even mean?"

"Come on Min... A boy like Jackson or Namjoon from the library, just a guy who's existence screams 'Daddy'."

"Seriously? Daddy? Emma, you're too much on Tumblr reading all this shit." Minhyuk laughed and she shrugged her shoulders again but smiled.

"Well, we all have our flaws. I think Y/N just wants a man who takes the lead, you know, being all cute and sweet with her but also a little bit dominating. She's just desperate I guess, her last relationship wasn't a lottery win..."

"Yeah I know, this loser broke her heart... and I swear to god, I wanted to break his face this time."

"Maybe you should have." She suddenly said and Minhyuk's eyebrows curled in confusion.

"What? Why?"

"Maybe then Y/N would stop seeing you as the cute little boy from Kindergarten, Min. Take her to the prom tonight and maybe show her that you grew up. You know what I mean." Emma winked and then turned around and left, a still confused, Minhyuk back.

The next morning was good and bad.

Good because you slept well and dreamed something nice of the cute guy from the school library. What was his name again? God, your hormones were so confused, you only remembered his well built chest, not even his name...

Bad because the first thing you saw, when you woke up, was a message from Minhyuk.

He told you at what time he would pick you up and that you should be ready at exactly that time. It was a strange message and you had an even stranger feeling about it- why didn't he used any Emojis like he always did?

Why did his message felt cold and harsh instead of bubbly and cheerful like the Minhyuk you knew? The usual Min would have written a whole letter and put a face after every second sentence to emphasize his feelings. But today he just wrote a single sentence, without even saying 'Good Morning' or something similar.

Maybe he hadn't slept good, you thought to yourself while finally moving out of the bed to walk downstairs for breakfast. You made yourself something to eat, took a big mug full of coffee and then dropped yourself on the sofa right in front of your TV where you spent the next hours just chilling.

Meanwhile your phone lay on the bed upstairs while counting the incoming calls and texts of Minhyuk.

You opened your eyes and yawned while you caught the time of the clock on your wall. Shit. You fell asleep and had exactly 1 hour left before Min would arrive.

"Shit shit shit!" you stumbled cursing in your bathroom while hopping in the shower, toothbrush in your mouth while you washed your hair.

This was a mild disaster to say the least, a girl needs time, right? Especially when it's her prom!

But it wouldn't be that bad, or? First of all, Min wouldn't be on time, he just never was! You knew this boy your whole life and never did you ever witnessed him being punctual.

Second, the first hours of the prom were always boring as hell, the teachers tried to be strict and coordinate everything but in the end everyone was just drunk. Especially the teachers.

Meanwhile Minhyuk stood in front of your door, ringing the doorbell for the third time now. Or was it the fourth? He wasn't sure anymore, only thing he knew was that he grew slowly but surely inpatient and annoyed. But on the other hand he was also concerned: Was everything okay? Did something happen?

You haven't picked up his calls either... or replied to a single one of his messages.

"Everything alright?" a sudden voice asked behind him. Minhyuk turned around and saw another man, your neighbor, standing in his door.

"Oh, Hi. I don't know, I'm here to pick up a friend but she's not answering my calls and won't open the door so I'm a bit concerned now." He explained and the man raised an eyebrow while smiling.

"Oh you mean Y/N? I saw her today, she looked for her mail in the morning. But I have a spare key for her apartment, you can use it."

"Why do you have a spare key for Y/N's apartment?" The question left Minhyuk's lips faster than he could stop it and it also sounded kinda pissed. But he couldn't help it.

He felt a weird feeling in his stomach, it made him angry and..... jealous?

"Don't worry dude, I often water her plants. She's barely at home, she always stays late at school for her exams."

"I know." Minhyuk said trough clenched teeth. "I'm the one who always drives her home."

"Oh, now I see! She did mention you one day, told me about how good you look. You're Jackson, her boyfriend, right?" the guy asked and Minhyuk nearly choked on air.

"W-what? I mean... I'm... yeah." He just answered and the guy nodded. Now he was sure that it was jealousy that he felt. Very sure.

"Alright. Here's the key, greet Y/N for me, yes? See ya."

He took a deep breath and opened your door. He was fucking furious now, you mentioned Jackson to your neighbor! And didn't your friend yesterday mentioned Namjoon, from the library? Holy shit girl, what did you even want? And why the hell did he feel jealous?

"Y/N!" he called and heard a curse from upstairs. "Y/N, are you here?"

"Minhyuk?" you asked and your eyes widened in surprise.

He really tried not to look down but he couldn't help himself when he saw you nearly naked and in just a small towel around your body. Were you always this hot? He never noticed before but never did he saw you wet and nearly naked in front of him. He gulped slowly and your eyes caught the little movement of his Adam's apple.

"How did you...?" you began but he just cut you off by saying:

"I got the spare key from your neighbor because I was concerned. You didn't picked up your phone or open the door."

"Y-yeah uhm... I fell asleep and forgot the time... I'm sorry." you gave him a small smile and Minhyuk felt like his whole body melted inside him. He wanted to smile back, telling you it's alright and that you should take your time. But something held him back, the bubbly side of him disappeared as soon as he heard of Jackson and he felt that it wouldn't come back in the next time.

Right now he was fucking pissed and the main reason stood in front of him- barely dressed.

"Your neighbor could have walked inside here and would find you nearly naked."

"What?" you raised your eyebrows. "What are you saying? Gosh, you're being strange again, Min. Just sit down and wait, I'll hurry up."

And maybe he would have listened to your suggestion if you wouldn't have done the only thing that could made him explode within a second: You rolled your eyes at him.

Minhyuk took a big step forwards you and suddenly there was a strange atmosphere inside the small room. He didn't seem to stop after seeing you backing away from him, quite the opposite, it made him feel some kind of things. Things he imagined when he was home alone, under the shower, not when he stood in your apartment a few steps apart from your body.

"You should have hurried your ass hours ago-" his voice had an menacing undertone and now it was you who gulped "I told you to be finished when I pick you up!"

"Stop yelling at me..." you whined and slowly moved away from him but then your back hit the wall, his face now just inches apart from your own. Without thinking about it, you licked your lips, trying to calm your nervousness and... Wait, why did you feel nervous? When did you start to tremble when you look in the eyes of your best friend and why the hell did your legs clench around nothing?

"Hmm..." he murmured and you saw that he noticed the movements of your legs. "What's wrong, love? Am I making you nervous?"

"N-No?" you stuttered back but it only make him smirk while he cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh? Then why are you trembling?"

"I-I'm just c-cold from the shower..." It was a poor excuse, even you knew that and he didn't believe you. It amused him to seeing you squirm so much, since when did he had some much power over you?

"Well, maybe then you shouldn't be half naked in front of me, hm?" His voice dropped an octave and suddenly you whined in return. It was just a small sound but it did things to him and the growing problem in his pants he had since he first saw you in that towel.

You didn't stop him when his hand moved for your towel, slowly caressing your sides. And then you made eye contact and his palm rested on your hip, fidgeting with the soft fabric.

The moment you felt the towel loosening, you knew you should have said something, maybe even stop his movements- but you didn't.

"Minhyuk..." you whispered and heard him gulp. You didn't even know what to say, so you just stood there. Completely naked and exposed in front of him. It was a strange situation, your skin felt hot and embarrassed, but you felt the obvious wetness in your lower region.

"Fuck." Minhyuk liked his lips and tried to think straight. He didn't really knew what he was doing when he played with your towel and even when it fell to the floor he wasn't sure how to handle the whole situation... but then he met your eyes and saw you biting your lip. Carefully he touched the bare skin on your hips, drawing small circles on it while he heard your breath to hitch.

"Minhyuk?" you repeated, this time a little louder and he hummed back. "Where's this going to lead?"

It sounded like a stupid question, you very obviously naked and very turned on, but Minhyuk understood what you meant. How would it end and would it affect your friendship?

Instead of answering with words, he kissed you for the first time ever. It started slow and soft, his lips felt sweet against yours, just as Minhyuk was but you felt that he held back. Your arms slung around his neck and it was just like a magic spell was spoken. One of his hands pulled you closer against his chest the other one behind your head, deepening the kiss. His move surprised you, a small gasp escaped your lips. Minhyuk took the opportunity and opened his mouth, his tongue danced again yours and felt you relax in his arms.

He pulled back and smirked when he saw your flustered face. "What? Did you want more?"

"As if." you spat back and as soon as the words had left your mouth you felt his hand against your throat. Your eyes widened and a strangled gasp escaped you which made him smirk even more.

" I bet you like being manhandled like this, huh? I bet you're dripping down there. Should I check?"

You didn't answer, your eyes still widened in shock about the person in front of you. Who was that? Not the sweet and goofy Minhyuk you knew. This person was mature, sexy and seemed totally controlled over his motions.

You felt his fingers against your sex and let out a quiet sigh at the welcomed friction. Minhyuk on the other hand, cussed as soon as his fingers touched your meanwhile drenched pussy.

"Do you want me that much?" he asked and before you even thought about it, your head nodded eagerly.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please..."

He hummed and then looked down to his pants. "Go on. My pants aren't going to open them self."

His demand shot right to your core and to your finger who hurried up to please him. He was already rock hard in his boxers, you even felt precum leaking around the tip. Your knees started to buckle but he stopped your actions which you eyed confused.

"Why-"

"Save that for another time, sweetheart. I can't wait anymore." He replied and suddenly lifted you up. You squeaked in surprise- Minhyuk didn't seemed so strong but his muscles flexed and pressed you against the wall, while you slung your legs around him.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his tip already rubbing against your entrance.

"Yes, please..." you answered and looked him deep in the eyes. Was he concerned? Or just as nervous as you were?

As soon has he finally entered you, you both moaned in unison. He waited a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size while he searched your face for any regrets. The longer your eyes remaint closed the more he felt afraid of your reaction. Would you turn him down afterwards? Would you regret all this? Is your friendship over now?

But suddenly you let out a small gasp and your hand touched his cheek. "Please move."

Your plead was just a whisper but then you opened your eyes and Minhyuk saw the lust in them. Pure and sinful lust. So he moved and it didn't took long before you started moaning, whimpering and scratching his back with your free hand.

"Y/N..." he hissed and clawed his finger in your ass. You heard him saying your name for more than hundred of times but never did it make you feel things like right now, you wanted more of him so you pressed your lips against his and Minhyuk returned the kiss eagerly.

"F-Faster..." you whispered in his mouth and he growled back as an answer. His hips increased the speed, a familiar hotness pooled between your legs and created a smacking noise whenever his length entered you. Your back hit the wall over and over again but you didn't care, it was exactly what you needed: Rough and hard.

And Minhyuk seemed to know that, he was glad that he didn't need to hold back, all the anger from before flowed trough his veins, creating a rough but pleasant pace.

"I won't last long, Y/N... Shit, you just feel too good around my cock..." He was panting, his voice deep and raspy, sweat pearls on his forehead while he pounded in you with a nearly brutal tempo. Your hand flew down and rubbed on your clit, already welcoming the approaching orgasm you desperately needed.

"I'm close, Min..." you moaned and heard him cuss while he kissed and licked your neck, searching for your week spot.

"Then cum." he whispered against your lips. Your fingers circled faster around your nub when the orgasm finally hit you, now clenching around the cock inside you. Minhyuk moaned in return, it didn't took long for him to seek his own release, your pulsating walls practically milked him dry.

"Fuck."

His forehead rested against your own, eyes closed while you caught your breaths again.

"That was... amazing." you spoke first and then giggled when you heard him huff in exhaustion. Your giggles died when he opened his eyes and examined yours.

"And now?" you asked, suddenly shy again.

"What do you mean? I'm going to take my date to the prom now and maybe ask her out for a movie someday, if she likes that..." Minhyuk tried to swallow his nervousness who came with his sudden confession.

You smiled and kissed his nose. "I'm sure she does."

#monsta x #minhyuk #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x smut #minhyuk smut #monsta x reaction #monsta x scenario #shownu #hyunwoo #wonho #kihyun #hyungwon #changkyun #jooheon #I.M #smut #kpop smut #monbebe #innocent liar

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stressedasalways · 6 years

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Not Like The Movies (5/8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.1K

Story Summary: Today was just a bad day. The simple mission had gone south. What started as an easy data extraction ended with you clutching your side trying not to bleed out. And who should come to your rescue but the reclusive Avenger himself.

Chapter Summary: Did some one say its time for a fluffy fluffy date?

Story Warning(s): swearing, mentions of blood. All the Fluff

A/N - As always thanks for all the support

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Tumblr Links: Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

As Netflix continued to play and you both made yourselves uncomfortably full on junk food, you soon found your bodies entwined. Although Bucky was still semi sitting up, you were more leaned down, your head on his chest and an arm wrapped around his waist. Bucky's body sometimes moved with laughter from the show, while you were more focused on how his one hand kept running up and down your back. Every now and then he would pull it up and run his fingers through your hair.

“You keep that up and I’m going to fall asleep.” you sighed in contentment.

“Nothing wrong with that.”

The next time your eyes opened you could tell by the sunlight in the room it was now closer to late afternoon. You were still wrapped around Bucky’s chest, but he had moved down to be fully on his back, and somehow had managed to get a blanket over the two of you without waking you up. His left hand was wrapped protectively around your back, keeping your body pressed closely to him. His right sat on his chest, inches from your own. You placed a light kiss to his thumb before interlocking your hand with his. He was quick to squeeze back and you leaned your chin on his chest so you could see him as he woke.

“Sleep well?” he asked as his eyes slowly found their focus on you.

You hummed in agreement as you managed to pull yourself up to begin kissing his stubble as you made your way to his lips.

He made a growl as your kiss deepened and you giggled as he managed to flip you so your back was on the bed and he was hovering over you, never breaking from your lips.

You could still taste the cookies you had eaten as you began to hitch your legs up, wrapping one around him and pulling him closer to you. You both moaned at the contact, but Bucky broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours while trying to contain his breathing.

“Sorry.” you said breathlessly but making no move to disconnect your joined bodies.

He opened his hooded eyes slowly, “You really don’t play fair.”

You smirked as you finally put your leg back down, but neither of you could deny the heat as he was still between your legs.

“Well I’m sure your fancy shower has a really great cold setting.” you joked and he laughed as he maneuvered himself off you and laid on his side facing you.

“I would love nothing more than proving I don’t play fair either, but I had something else in mind.” he said as he moved some hair off your face. “I’m listening.”

“I feel like we’ve done everything all out of order here. You did the almost dying thing, we did the flirting thing, then we did the friend thing but you know what we haven't done?” he asked.

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “I thought we were working on that.” your tone all joking.

“I need to take you on a date. None of these netflix and...chill?” he said unsure.

“You’re so old.” you laughed

“Hey now. Do you want me to take you out tonight or no?”

You sat up, sitting on your legs. “Really?” the excitement clear on your face.

“Of course doll. Think you could be ready in 30 minutes?”

“I can be ready in 29!”

“Not everything's a competition.”

“Psh. Challenge. Accepted.” you laughed as you jumped off the bed. You were already almost out his door when you heard him call to you.

“Meet me in the garage. Wear jeans.”

You turned around from the doorway seeing him sitting up from the bed. “Is me in a dress too much for you?” you joked.

“It probably is, but I have other reasons.” he looked down at his watch. “28 minutes now.” You broke out into a huge grin before bolting out of his room.

You quickly skidded to Bucky’s living room, trying to push your feet into your shoes you had kicked off earlier.

“Hey Y/N” you heard Steve, not realizing he was here.

“Hey Steve, sorry can’t stay and chat, Must beat Bucky.” you waved as he gave you a confused yet happy smile.

You were practically speed walking to the elevator when suddenly Sam stepped in front of you.

“Well well well. I didn’t realize we were just letting any riff raff up here.” he joked.

“Well the standards all dropped once they let you up here Sam.”

Sam grabbed at his chest, “Damn direct hit!” you heard laughing coming from beside you and saw Natasha and Clint were in the common room.

“So have you opened that bottle yet?” Natasha asked.

“You gave her one of your bottles?” Clint asked shocked as she elbowed him.

“Um, not yet. But I promise I will.”

“Don’t let that go to waste, it is meant to be enjoyed, not sitting on a shelf waiting.” Natasha’s voice was stern but you could catch her hint of trying to be light. Before you could respond you were interrupted by the AI.

“Agent L/N. Sergeant Barnes wishes me to remind you it is now only 25 minutes.”

“Dammit!” you yelled hoping he could hear you. “Sorry guys, I have to go. I must win.”

You could see them all giving amused looks between each other but Sam stepped aside gesturing for you to go. You quickly took the final few steps to the elevator and waved to the small group as you waited for it to open. After a minute it still stayed closed.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y? Why is the elevator not opening?”

“You do not have access to this elevator.”

“Wait. What? I’ve always had access to leave!”

“The security settings were changed by Sergeant Barnes.”

“Oh my god you bastard!” you shouted to the ceiling. You were debating running back to his suite and kicking his butt when you heard laughter coming from Sam.

“I don’t know what game you guys are playing, but it’s amazing. F.R.I.D.A.Y please take Y/N back to the main floor on my clearance.”

“Thank you Sam!” you said with relief as the doors finally opened.

You ran through the compound getting to your room in record time. Shit. You had barely any time left. Before it was just fun, but knowing he tried to sabotage you? Oh. This. Meant. War. You quickly found a pair of dark jeans you knew you looked amazing in and went rummaging through your closet to find a cute off the shoulder shirt that felt date appropriate. As you were stripping down, putting on underarm deodorant and doing a quick scan that you remembered to shave this morning F.R.I.D.A.Y once again spoke from overhead.

“Sergeant Barnes wishes to remind you have 15 minutes left.”

Your eyes bore a hole into the ceiling hoping he could feel the glare you were giving.

You threw the shirt over your head while hopping on one foot trying to get your skinny jeans on while heading to the bathroom to do a quick once over. You were never one for too much makeup anyway, but time was short even for your minimalist liking.

You quickly got some mascara on, and of course slipped and got some on your cheek. Dammit. You worked on rubbing it off while you digged through your makeup bag with your other hand, pulling out lipsticks. You found a nice pink you liked to wear when not at work as it felt more fun.

There was no time to do much with your hair so you quickly put a small braid down one side of your face just to have it look like some effort had been put into it.

“How much time do I have left F.R.I.D.A.Y?” you asked as you dug deep into your closet.

“7 minutes.”

“Fuck.” you muttered as you finally found your cute leather jacket. You quickly put it on, pushed your feet into your comfortable yet adorable ankle boots and quickly ran down to the garage.

Bucky was leaning smugly against the door to the garage.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?” you panted.

“2 minutes remain.”

“YES!” you gloated as you held both arms in the air. “I did it even though you cheated. I did it and even managed to still look cute.”

“I did not cheat!” he snickered as he walked into the garage. Once you followed him and the door closed he turned back to face you., “But you do look very cute indeed.” as he leaned down and gave you a kiss.

When he pulled away you finally got a chance to see what he was wearing. He was also wearing jeans, a pair of well worn back boots and a leather jacket.

“We match.” you laughed.

“Great minds think alike? Is that still a saying?”

“I’m just glad the nerd can keep up with her cool boyfriend. Should I give you a cute braid too?” you joked as your ran your fingers through his hair. Noticing now that it was still slightly damp. “So, I see someone did take me up on that cold shower?” you mocked.

Bucky coughed, you almost swore he went a little red. You smiled and pulled him in for another quick kiss. When he pulled away he started walking towards the corner of the garage. It never actually dawned on you until now that Bucky was pretty well known for his motorcycle.

He was grabbing two helmets from the wall when he turned around and saw your face.

“You are okay with taking the bike right?”

“Um, yeah, no, of course. Like the bike is amazing, and cool and I’ve never been on one before so please don’t be too hard on me. Where do I sit, where do I hold on? Will I fall off? I have questions.”

Bucky’s face became super soft. “I can borrow one of the cars instead?”

“No, no. I want to ride the bike. It’s going to a new experience.” your voice was laced with both nerves and excitement which made Bucky relax a bit more.

“Okay, so I sit here, and you sit right here, right behind me. Nice and close. Your feet go into these rests down here, and you hold on to me, as tightly as you want. And no, you will not fall off. I would never allow that.”

You jumped up and down a few times loosening up and getting the nerves to try and leave. “Okay, okay. Let’s do this!”

“First,” he goes back and grabs the helmet. “Safety first.” You smiled as he helped put the helmet on, feeling it squish your cheeks.

“So attractive I’m sure.”

Bucky put his helmet on the handlebar as he climbed on, before leaning his arm to help you sit behind him. Once you allowed your body to settle you realized how utterly close you were to Bucky. Your entire front was flush to his back. Once you placed your feet on the rests it only naturally inclined your body even closer to him. He reached back with his right arm grabbing your hand and pulling it to his waist. You did the same with your left as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“I’m feeling like this is payback for the bed and the shower?” you asked feeling intoxicated by how close you were to him, and knowing you would be in this position for a while.

He looked back and gave you a wink before facing forward, putting on his helmet and starting the bike up. It rumbled through your bones and you instinctively squeezed tighter to Bucky. You were almost positive you could feel him laugh as he took off.

The ride was exhilarating, and all at once you suddenly understood why girls loved guys with bikes. Any chance Bucky got he’d put his right hand on yours, or lean it back and grab your calf, just small reassurances that he had you. Sooner than you would have liked he was slowing down and stopping.

He was quick to get the kickstand down and his helmet off so he could look back at you. He looked at you unsure but you flipped up your visor and he could see your thousand watt smile. He helped you off and then helped get the helmet off.

You automatically started patting your hair down unsure what damage the helmet had done.

“How horrific do I look?”

“You are beautiful.” he said as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “So what did you think?”

“It was amazing.” you beamed at him and you could see how happy it made him. He linked his hand in yours as your started to walk up the street. It suddenly hit you that this was the first time you had ever really done this. “I like this.”

“So I may have asked Natasha a good place to go and she recommended an Italian place just around the corner. I hope that's okay?”

“Carbs and wine are pretty much the quickest way to my heart. Add in some chocolate and we are golden.”

The dinner was perfect, you talked about how you grew up, your family, how you got involved with Shield. Even more surprising was Bucky did the same. You found him talking openly and with joy about his mom and sisters. You compared high school experiences and realized he was pretty nerdy himself back then. His best friend was little Steve Rogers, he loved science, the only reason he didn't get picked on was he did boxing on the side, and soon became quite the ladies man which cancelled out his nerdy tendencies.

“So does the wine do anything for you?” you asked as you waited for dessert to arrive.

“Well, I mean I can enjoy the taste but beyond that it's no different than any other non alcoholic drink.”

“You should ask Stark to work on something for you and Steve.”

“Steve told me Thor has some Asgardian mead that worked on him. I haven't been able to try it myself though.”

“Make sure I am there for that. I feel like that's an important step in any relationship, getting totally sloshed and dancing and singing and making grand declarations.”

He laughed, “I feel like you could accomplish all of that without the liquid courage.”

“Touche.” you smiled, “But still, I expect to be there.”

“As you wish.” he smirked and your heart fluttered at his Princess Bride reference.

When the meal was over you both took your time just walking around the neighborhood enjoying each others company. You soon found a small little parkette and sat down on the bench to keep talking. You were absolutely amazed how you just always wanted more. More of his voice, more of his touch, more of his stories, you felt there was no limit.

You sat with his left arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his warmth while his right hand kept playing with your hands. Suddenly you were interrupted by a vibration.

“Do you have a phone in your pocket or does your arm have some features you haven't told me about?” you snickered.

He rolled his eyes at you as he dug his phone out of an inside pocket of his jacket,

“Shit. I’m so sorry doll but we have to head back to the base.”

“Is everything okay?” you immediately grabbed your phone but found no such alert on yours.

“Yeah, just some Avenging business...I may be gone for a few days.” he said as he stood up, getting ready to make his way back to where the bike was parked.

He quickly laced his hand with yours as you walked more quickly then you did before.

“This is one if those above my clearance things where I just need to accept you can’t tell me much, isn’t it?”

“Yeah...I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”

“No, it's okay. I….I get it. But you will be okay?”

Bucky didn't answer and you could feel your body start to break out into a nervous sweat.

When you got to the bike he finally turned to face you and could see your growing panic. “Shit….I’ll be okay. I will try to find someone to keep you in the loop as best at they can okay. This is absolutely horrible timing after the day you had, and what a way to ruin our first real date.”

“The pitfalls of working for a spy organization?” you tried to lighten the mood.

He sighed. “The garage is going to be bustling with people when we get there.”

You read his cue wrong and interrupted, “I understand I can call an uber back to base.”

“No! I would never.” he grabbed both your hands in his. “I need to be perfectly clear, I am not ashamed or scared of people finding out about us. It's just our business. You and me. But especially you always come first. I just meant I know once we get back to base it’s going to be crazy and I’m going to have to run off pretty much immediately.” As if on cue you could hear his phone vibrate again. “So I just want to make sure we get our proper goodnight kiss.”

Although you were still very nervous for whatever mission he was about to go on, you knew if it was above you it was probably an Avenger only mission. Which were never classified as easy. As you looked into his beautiful eyes you tried to bring yourself back to this moment.

You smiled as you leaned up, cupping his face as he leaned down, locking your lips with his.

The ride back to base was definitely not as fun as the ride there. Bucky was going faster, which admittedly made it a little more scary for you. But he still tried his best to grab onto you when he could, and you held on to him as tightly as possible, knowing once you got back to the garage you wouldn’t be able to hold onto him again until who knew when.

He was right. The garage was filled with people, they were gathering vehicles that would go with them on the mission. He still helped you off the bike, but no sooner were you standing and agents had surrounded him. They only gave you cursory glances as they quickly ushered him away shoving a tablet in his hands and speedily talking faster than you could process.

It felt like you had barely taken a full breath and he was gone.

PART 6

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hypnotic-harmonies · 5 years

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Day 21 - 2.7.19

Look at that, 21 days of me being incapable of writing consistently - shocking - but I have managed to stick with it inconsistently for these 3 weeks which is more than I was honestly expecting of myself. I guess I will start with where I left off on Tuesday since I wrote my post at 11 or so in the morning and haven’t written since.

Day 19 continued: So I finished studying and went to take my Programming test. I was super nervous going in, but I actually felt pretty okay about it coming out. After the test, we went into our programming lab and built our robots for out RobotC Unit. We split off into teams of 2 and over the next few units, I guess, will have to program our robots to perform different tasks. The rest of that afternoon and evening was pretty normal. I was supposed to meet up with William for a few minutes after Calc but we decided to hold off since he was doing homework and it was already late. After that I went home, hopped in bed, then went straight into Wednesday.

Day 20: What I remember of yesterday was pretty okay, but more on the “meh” side of okay. A naval recruiter came to talk to my Engineering Fundamentals & Ethics class about the NUPOC Program and who their idea candidates were. It kinda peaked my interest given that that was essentially what I was interested in when I was in high school and first started looking into the academies. Plus I would start drawing a paycheck while still only taking classes with no drill, ROTC, or boot camp requirements until after I graduate and even then I would just go straight to OCS. It is definitely something to consider. After that I went to speech, briefly wanted to die, and went straight to work. It poured all day and I really wasn’t feeling myself at work. I was tired, working with someone I really am not overly fond of, and just not having a great time. After work I trudged through the parking lot to my car, came home, and put my ass to bed. I got a little extra sleep, but woke up still exhausted and totally unprepared for today.

Day 21: Whoo, finally caught up. Today was a pretty solid day once it actually got started. I had a particularly hard time getting up and going this morning and was stressed and still exhausted as well. I was trying to get ready and get out the door as fast as possible, sat down in the floor to put my socks and shoes on, realized I had grabbed 2 left socks and just bawled my eyes out. Nothing really was wrong, I was just exhausted and already having a shit day before the sun came up. Once I finally got to school, things started looking up a bit. I talked to Ava through Materials and then had my advising meeting that I scheduled on Tuesday. What I was expecting to be a rocky meeting turned out really well and, given that I don’t fail anything, I am on track to graduate Spring of 2021 or, if I can manage to get 1 more of my “iffy” classes transferred, I could possibly graduate in December of 2020 which would be even better.

After that I hung out in the Science building for a little while until lab started and then went on to lab. After lab, John and I hit the Starbucks in the library, hit the KUC for lunch, then went to eat in the KOM and wait for class to start. We got our tests back in programming and by some grace of God, I managed to get a 98.5. I almost couldn’t believe it, but it was such a nice feeling knowing that I had studied my ass off and it actually paid off for once. After programming lecture, we went into lab and started working on actually programming our robots. Today tasks were just getting base line readings on all of our sensors and getting our robot to walk itself through a maze. It was a good time. After lab, I went to the library to finish my Materials Metallography lab report that is due tonight and start (and finish) my speech map that is due tomorrow (for my speech on Monday) so that’ll be fun I’m sure...

With being as busy as I have been, I obviously haven’t been able to write my normal posts, but I haven’t had the chance to work on my side/private posts either which kinda sucks. I know I need a way to get my thoughts out so that I can analyze them a little easier. What I find funny however is I come up with the idea of ATTN: Ex-boyfriends on Tuesday and today Johnathan shows up on tumblr, follows me, then apparently promptly un-follows me. What really gets me is that while it still hurts knowing I lost my best friend. I am starting to see myself grow as a person - very very slowly - but progress still.

Anyways, it is now 2200, and with that, I am calling it a night. Hopefully this weekend will give me the chance to catch up on homework, studying, rewriting my notes, and consistently writing.

#journal #my journal #diary #my diary #exboyfriend #boyfriend #independence #good day #good grades #computer programming #robot programming #good night

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mp100secretsanta2017-blog · 6 years

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From: Nyx

To: tumblr user grocerystorephobic

A/N: This is a ficlet in which Serizawa has to be alone for a day! It ended up being serirei, which was not intended, but I hope you like it. ☆☆☆

The warmth that he had wrapped himself around began to struggle. He groaned, and held onto it more tightly. Nonetheless, it escaped his grasp, leaving him cold and shivering. He curled up, pulling this blankets closer to him, forming a cocoon. Processing that he was awake, he slowly opened his eyes, only for them to be covered by something soft and warm.

“Shhh, it’s okay, go back to sleep,” a voice said.

He complied, closing his eyes and snuggling further into his nest of blankets.

“I’ll be gone for a while, but I promise I’ll be back tonight, okay Katsuya? I love you,” Reigen whispered, before kissing him on the forehead.

As footsteps faded away, so did his consciousness, and he drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

When he next woke up, he woke up with a jolt, and there was no one there. He sat up, breathing until his heart rate slowed. He swallowed deeply. He looked at the clock. 12:24. Had he really slept that long? When had Reigen left? It seemed like it had been fairly early. He reluctantly got up.

He made his way to the bathroom. He turned the shower on, removed his pyjamas - which got thrown on the floor - and hopped in. He let the still cold water wash over him, waking him up. As it warmed up, it seeped into his bones, loosening his sore muscles. Sighing, he washed his hair and scrubbed his body. Letting himself soak in the warmth one last time, he turned it off, and grabbed a towel.

He boredly brushed his teeth, staring blankly at the mirror until his brain caught up with what he was seeing. He snorted. “Ah, my phone, where did I put my phone?” he murmured. When he found it, he snapped a picture of his face, hair going every which way, curls as big as ever.

[To: Arataka ? (；´д｀)ゞ

From: Serizawa

Subject: Hair

I took a shower and this is what my hair looks like now. Look! 〔´∇｀〕]

[Image Attachment]

He hit the send button and beamed at his phone. As the moment passed, his shoulders sagged. He put the phone down and walked away.

He grabbed some comfortable clothes. Once he had dressed, he noticed the light blinking from his cell.

[To: Serizawa

From: Arataka ? (；´д｀)ゞ

Subject: Re: Hair

I think it looks cute!

Remember to eat something! love you ☆☆☆]

“Ah,” he said aloud, remembering only now that he had yet to eat anything.

He looked in the fridge, to find a disappointing lack of edibles. Milk, a half eaten cake, beers, and a couple fruits. Not really something he could make into a good healthy breakfast, unless he wanted to have a fruit salad or something along those lines. And what about dinner tonight?

He looked up in the cupboard at the castle of instant ramen. That wasn’t particularly appealing, either. He gulped.

He did have money on him, enough to go get groceries, but that…that meant going outside, and interacting with other people that he wasn’t familiar with. That meant the possibility of being stuck in a crowd, without Reigen there to ground him, keep him safe, keep those around him safe.

He couldn’t. He wasn’t ready for that, his power level wasn’t high enough. A fruit smoothie might be nice after all, but then he’d still be hungry. And what about dinner? Was Reigen going to get something for them? Were they going out tonight? His fingers twitched. He could call, just to make sure, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut that kept him from reaching for his phone.

That wasn’t any good. Reigen said it was fine, but he knew that he had to get over this somehow. This could be how he started that. It was just be quick trip, in and out. Easy.

He put on a coat, grabbed his wallet and umbrella, and walked out. And then he froze.

The sun was bright today, hurting his eyes. And there were people.

In that moment, he considered going back inside. But he told himself he was going to do this, so he would. For integrating into society again. For Reigen. He took another step, gripping the clear umbrella like a lifeline. And another, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. He finally set a pace for himself, making his way down the street, trying his best to ignore the stares he was sure were coming his way.

The store wasn’t too far away, but he felt as though he had ran a marathon by the time he got there. It’s just a bit longer, he told himself. Just a bit longer. He took a deep breath before entering.

Shrill music played faintly in the distance, heightening his anxiety. The fluorescent lights made him feel even less welcome.

As he walked further in, he made a mental checklist of what he needed. Meat, rice, some vegetables… Eggs would be nice. And they were low on cooking oil, weren’t they?

He hummed as he gathered ingredients. As he wandered the isles, he spotted a bag of the chocolates Reigen always got. That would be nice after a long day of work, right? He was so focused on retrieving it that he didn’t notice the person in his trajectory.

“Ouch!”

A loud crash.

He got up, gathering his ingredients. He did not bother to look at the other person’s face before bowing profusely, his powers bubbling beneath his skin as his anxiety rose.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he said repeatedly, holding back tears.

“Woah, woah, it’s fine, you don’t need to apologize so much,” an unfamiliar voice hushed him. He looked up to see a young boy in a gakuran. Did he go to the same school as Kageyama?

When Serizawa didn’t respond, the boy continued, “just watch where you’re going. Geez,” before patting him on the shoulder and moving on.

He stood there for a few moments, breathing in and out. Right. It’s fine. Nothing is wrong. It’s fine. He hasn’t hurt anyone. (Yet.)

He continued silently, only talking to the cashier on his way out when it was necessary, and then excused himself from the store. Why was this so hard? He could talk to Kageyama, and he could be around the others at school. But it was just the walk home, now. Just a few city blocks, no interaction required. Just a while longer. Just a while longer. Just a whi -

A distant shriek interrupted his thoughts. His head filled with static, but he immediately jumped into action, running towards the source of it. Who was it? Who?

He twisted through streets and alleys, his groceries trailing behind him as he tried to find whoever had screamed. He needed to help them.

He could hear the blood rushing through his ears when he arrived at a young woman crying for help, being cornered by a giant wolf-like monster.

An evil spirit.

“Ah, just, hang on, you’ll be okay,” he shouted to the lady, lifting his hand to use his powers.

This, however, caught the spirit’s attention, who turned to him, bearing its teeth and lunging at him. He swiftly dodged, and it crashed face first into a building. He winced at the sound, but took the opportunity to wrap the creature in his powers, lifting it up before closing his hand into a fist, crushing it. It made one more strangled yowl before disappearing into nothing.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed the young lady approaching him, and he mustered up a smile.

“You saved me,” she said, “thank you.”

“It’s no problem,” he replied, taking a bashful bow.

She smiled sweetly at him. “Still, it means a lot. Well… You’d ought to head home, Serizawa,” she said.

“Yes,” he agreed, hoisting his groceries back up into his arms.

He walked away, not noticing the girl fading away into a blue light. It took him a minute before he realized what had just happened.

He had gone out in public, without Reigen, used his powers, and no one got hurt! In fact, he saved someone! And when he talked to them, he didn’t even stutter! Giddy, he ran the rest of the way home, not caring if anyone saw him.

When Reigen got home, he was greeted by the wonderful scent of home cooked curry.

“Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, Katsuya,” he said after stuffing his face with the beef and vegetables.

“Thank you,” Serizawa replied, meekly. “Um… A-Arataka, can I tell you something?”

Reigen beamed when the other finished recounting the story.

“I’m so proud. Your power level has grown so much! All by yourself, huh? Don’t push yourself too much, though,” he said, hugging his boyfriend close, who was laughing.

“There’s one thing I don’t get, though.”

“Hm?” Serizawa murmured.

“How did that lady know your name?”

Serizawa blinked dumbly.

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tjturn7 · 4 years

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Not many people I know are on tumblr so I just feel like I need to rant before I literally rip myself apart.

I was in an almost 3 year relationship. Fell a month short, started dating March 25th of 2016 and broke up February of 2019. This event cause my 2019 to feel so long. I thought I was okay with the breakup I just kept lying to myself telling myself that it’s for the best we will both be happier and we were already on 2 separate paths. Didn’t take long for me to realize that I am not okay with it. It’s been almost a year since the break up and I’m more and more ripped about it every second of the day. I have spells where I don’t eat, I don’t want to move.

This being said I’m glad K. Is happy now. She was my world and I got too comfortable, I didn’t treat her the way I should’ve, like I used to. I could blame it on come and go depression or I could just own up to it and say I fucked up because I did. But that’s not why we ended.

My best friend’s sister ended it for us. She said that I was saying all of these terrible things about K. And well the rest is history. Took less than a day to tear down almost 3 years of work. Well here’s to A pretty much causing the down fall of my 2019. But hey that’s life I guess. If I was taking better care of K. She wouldn’t have believed it. Needless to say I haven’t seen her since the breakup in February. She never came to pick up her stuff from my house, she had a friend do it. From seeing each other everyday sleeping under the same roof, to never hearing from one another it’s been the hardest change in my young life. I never thought that I would be driven to the point of madness over this. But here I am. I loved her, still do. My only happiness right now is that she’s happy (I think). I don’t find joy in the things I used to do, I see her in everything I own and notice. We had a cat together, little Wyrm. We built her van together into a livable space that she now travels around in with her new boyfriend.

I had a dream last night, the first time it was such a strong vivid dream of her. But it was on my birthday which is coming up in March. It was a regular dream until I saw her friend in my dream, which was odd to me because we aren’t friendly with each other. I found this odd so I thought I would ignore it. Well I’m the setting of a train that had no top and you could just hop in wherever both H. (The friend) and K. Hopped into the train where I was. I was dumbfounded but not thrilled about it. I just remember sitting there ignoring it, and being touched on the shoulder. I turn around to K.’s face just inches from mine where she says,” I hope you know I miss you every day. I still cry sometimes.” I react to this with silence and I turn away, saying “I cry almost every day still.” I wasn’t looking at K. But I can only imaging a look of shock. The train hit a station where I got off. Not pleased with this interaction and ready to go be upset about it or something. When she follows me off, following me without saying a word, I finally turn around to ask what she’s doing only to find her not there. Shocked I continue walking to my destination, which is an abandoned workshop, just so I can go clear my head something that I do often with various empty places. I get to the abandoned workshop and walk in, as K. Walks in behind me. I climb to the roof to watch the sky as it starts raining. For someone who loves rain, I was not pleased with this rain. Coming at a time where i just wanted to cry, hell thats some irony. K. Eventually made her way to the roof to accompany me. I noticed her climb up and sit next to me and I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t I mean what do I say? “I want you back.” Or “ My life hasn’t been the same without you.” No I didn’t know what to say so I sat in silence with the gentle drops of rain making a more that fitting setting. She lays next to me saying a line I knew she would say. From the movie Comet made in 2014 a movie that we talked and said was a lot like us, she says in a soft almost mute voice, “Why does it feel so impossible to let you go?” I broke, I couldn’t keep my composer. I let the tears fall harder than the rain falling on my face like tiny needles falling from the sky. I finish the quote because that’s what get right I say with a soft voice as well, “I feel like I'm in the wrong world. 'Cause I don't belong in a world where we don't end up together. I don't. There are parallel universes out there where this didn't happen. Where I was with you, and you were with me. And whatever universe that is, that's the one my heart lives in.” At this moment K. Broke as well. A moment so raw and so filled with emotion that you couldn’t move. A scene straight out of a movie, fuck it was hard, I don’t know how I didn’t wake up. I got up and moved to kiss her, the moment felt right and as our lips touched again I woke up. I cried, hard. Not because I woke up, but because I remembered the touch of her skin, the sound of her voice, the emotions she gave. Yet it was all I dream. I feel relieved, but I still hurt I haven’t changed the fact that I miss her. But I’m trying to be happy and okay. At the end of the day we are both living different lives. If she’s happy then I’ll be okay enough. Of course I miss our life together but if it’s not what the stars in the sky want then I can’t object to them. Maybe one day we are meant to be pulled back together by some strange chance meeting I don’t know. What I do know is that life is life and whatever happens I’ll keep walking with all the wounds until they heal.

#rant #rant.txt #dreams #mistakes #making up #its okay #i'm sad #but im okay #fml lmao

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Parenthood. Harry styles imagine

I think I post it before but I can't find it in my Tumblr, so I post it again. * * * I lazily turn around to answer my phone that was non stop buzzing. Harry's still deep sleep with small snores leaves his mouth. "Hello" I answered. No one talked but I can hear voices from another line. "Hello, anybody's there?" I ask again. Now Harry slowly opens his eyes look at me , I shake my head and he close his eyes again. I wanted to hang up but then a voice stops me "Mrs styles?" A boy not too old asked me "it's her" he coughs "I'm mason, Aiden's friend" "yeah sweetie I know you, is everything alright?" Aiden is our oldest boy. He's turning 15 this year still act much older than his age. We always trust his words. Tonight he stayed at a friend house, mason's house so I get worried by mason's call. Harry opened his eyes once more this time alarmed. We both now sitting on bed ."there's something you need to know Mrs styles" now I'm so worried. Aiden isn't so outgoing. I don't know is it because our jobs and spotlight or nah but he's so shy so it's rare if he fall in Trouble with others. I look at the clock for first time. It's 2 am and that makes me even more worried. Harry puts his hand on my shoulder "what's wrong love?" I shrugged my shoulders in answer to Harry's question and wait for mason's answer. "Aiden isn't here" he finally said "what you mean?he supposed to sleep over your house" I stand up this time and listen to mason telling me how Aiden like a girl at school and that girl put him and her boyfriend ,that isn't a stable boy ,in a fight. My heart stops at information. He text me his address and me and Harry were in car with an eye blink. Harry's so angry with him and I'm so worried. I don't know how he thinks with himself with doing this. Apparently they're in an old warehouse 10 min away from our house. I breathe out with Harry sharply turned in another street "stupid boy" he mumble and pushed gas peddle harder. I don't know how we gonna find Aiden. Finally we reached there and Harry hop out of car told me to wait. I sit in car and prey to god my for my little boy safety. Aiden isn't my biological son but somehow I love him more than my two other children. He's Harry's son and his mother is no where around, she left the little boy with his father when he was only two. Finally Harry walked out with Aiden hot on his foot. I hop out embarrassing my boy. I cup his face in my hands checking for any injuries "we got here soon" Harry said still so angry. He sits in car without looking at Aiden. The whole way home Aiden's head was low . I know he's sorry but that won't ease anything, he doesn't know what danger he's been through "are you stupid?" Harry yelled as soon as we walked in house. "Are you out of your mind?" Aiden look at floor with no word left his mouth "Harry , you will wake others" I put my hand on his shoulder. He breathed in to calm down but I know it won't work "I'll deal with you tomorrow" he left leaving room still mumbling angry words. I look at Aiden " go back to sleep" in told him but he's still staring at floor. I put my hand on his shoulder and he throws himself in my arms ,tears falling off his eyes. I hold him tight in my arms "it's ok babe" I kiss his head "I'm sorry mom, I thought it's a simple fight and gonna be over with two punch" i nod unable to talk. He got us so worried. "I didn't want to disappoint you, I just wanted to approve myself mom" "we gonna talk tomorrow, go and rest babe" he nods clearing his eyes. I woke up to make breakfast ready. Aiden was already awake and ready for school in kitchen "morning mom" he mumble "morning darling" Harry steps in kitchen look at Aiden with anger. Last night when i got back in room we talked about how handle the situation but Harry insisted to punish him the way he remember I wasn't agree much so we decide to talk with him before deciding. "Da..." Harry cuts Aiden's world "go to your room and wait there" he stands up immediately and runs to His room, I sigh "Harry you promised to control your temper" he shakes his head "it's not easy though" I hold his waist and kiss his lips softly "I know,but you'll try?" He sighs and nod his head. After I send Darcy and Caleb to school we decided it's enough for him waiting so we walk to Aiden's room. Aiden was sitting on his bed when we entered. I hold Harry's hand in mine "I hope you know what you've been putting yourself in" Harry said straight. Aiden nods "words" Harry snapped "yes dad I know" Harry shakes his head "what did you think with yourself?" Harry shout , I wonder which part of control your temper was hard? He's so soft but when it comes to kids being in danger or anything,he'll lose it . "Aiden, did you know if police was there you would be arrested?" I ask him softly and sit beside him "let alone the police, what if you were injured? Huh baby?" I asked him "Don't baby him, he's man enough for street fights now" Harry snapped and I sigh. Aiden close his eyes "I tried to prove it" he mumble and Harry laughs "that you can fight? I can fight too, should I go everywhere and hit whoever is in front of me? " Aiden shakes his head "you don't understand" he stands up and tears fall down his face again but he tried to hide it "I wanted to show them I can do it myself, I wanted them to know I'm not a baby who ask his famous parents whatever he wants . I wanted them to see I have a personality and they can see me as me" he said without breath. I didn't know he was through this and never talked to us. Harry hold his shoulders "you don't have to do this to show them , because if they want to see they'll see what a strong person you're, what a beautiful personality you have. If they can't see,it's their loose not you , not everyone can see best things , they should have good taste" Aiden nods , Harry's words was truly beautiful. "You know Aiden next time you should talk with us , I don't want to put yourself in trouble because you don't feel right, that's why we're here, ok?" I told him and he nods "thanks mom and dad. I'm so sorry" Harry hugged him "I know son, I know " he patted Aiden's back " but it doesn't mean you're not grounded for two next week" he added. "Can't it be one week?" Aiden asked and Harry shakes his head "no, it's two weeks grounded with no phone" Aiden sighs but didn't protest. "Cmon babe , you should eat your breakfast before you're late for school" I told him as we head downstairs. I know my family is complicated but as long as we stay together we gonna survive. * * * Thanks for requesting this and thanks for reading it. I hope you enjoyed.

#harry styles imagine #imagine harry styles #daddy styles #imagine louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson #niall horan imagine #Niall horan #liam payne imagine #harry styles #liam payne

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jimins-crooked-tooth · 7 years

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Apartment 504 — Chapter 4

Summary:

Mark eyed the glass in Jackson’s hand and hesitated. He didn’t know this man. The only time he’d ever talked to him was once when Jackson was intoxicated past the point of coherence, and once after both had returned home at the same time. This man was so loud, so sporadic, so unpredictable, and so unlike anyone Mark would ever want to be around.

But still, after a timid look into Jackson’s hopeful brown eyes, Mark met Jackson’s glass midway, the clink of glass and a shared smile between the two kicking off the start of the night.

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heya kiddos. here's another chapter for you guys because i just love and appreciate all of the support this story has received over the past couple of weeks. i'm having a lot of fun writing this fanfic and i hope you all are enjoying reading it! shout-out again to my amazing editor and partner in crime (tumblr: jaemamba) for helping me come up with ideas for this story and helping me perfect all of my chapters. i lobe you with all my heart <3<3<3

Mark woke the next morning curled up in the soft white sheets of his bed, beneath a mound of fluffy blankets. He scratched his head and looked at the clock on his night stand, eyes widening as he read the time: 2:53. Even for Mark this was late.

He sat up quickly, eyes squinting in discomfort when he felt a prominent throb starting in his temple, but proceeded to try to stand anyway. Despite his attempt, his legs buckled under his weight, forcing him to sit back down on the edge of the bed, head spinning and eyes blurring from the effort of getting up too quickly.

“Jinyougie!” he called out, his throat raspy and burning from dryness. “Jinyoung-ah!” he called again, more clearly this time, and a few moments later he heard his door knob turn followed by his friend quietly entering the room.

“You’re finally up,” Jinyoung said, a shrewd smirk stretching onto his lips as he gave Mark a not-so-subtle once-over. “I thought you’d be asleep all day. Here.” He grabbed Mark’s hand and dropped two red pills into his palm, extending a glass of water to him. Mark silently thanked him and swallowed the pills with a sip from the glass, face contorting into a grimace as the cool liquid slid down his throat and sat heavily in his empty stomach. “Better?” he asked.

“Not really,” Mark muttered, rubbing his face with his hands. “Why do I feel like a zombie?”

Jinyoung smiled mischievously and leaned his weight into Mark’s shoulder. “You were out really late last night, Mister,” he faux-scolded, clicking his tongue, and shaking his head in mock-disappointment. “Was worried you weren’t going to come home.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed and he ruffled his messy hair with his fingers. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t get back until one in the morning. Jackson brought you home.”

Mark looked up at Jinyoung, the confusion evident in his wide stare. “Wait, what?”

“Jackson brought you home last night,” he repeated, a little too cockily. “You guys were out at that bar until one in the morning. To say you were drunk by the time you got back is a hell of an understatement.”

And that’s when the memories from the previous night started flooding in: Jinyoung canceling their plans after Mark had already arrived, the girl who’d been stood up hitting on Mark at the bar, Jackson showing up in the bathroom as Mark was on the brink of a mental breakdown, the uncharted number of drinks he consumed over the course of the night—everything… or, at least, everything he could remember.

Mark swallowed hard, praying the sudden embarrassment he was feeling was not evident in his face. “O-oh. I don’t really remember that,” he half-lied, glimpsing down at his hands and tracing the lines on his palms gently with his thumb. “Sorry.”

Jinyoung smiled, his eyes turning up into small crescents as he concealed a laugh into his hand. “Um, for the first time in your life, you spent a night away from home with someone other than me. I don’t think I could be mad even if I tried.”

Mark shoved a giggling Jinyoung off of him and pushed himself up from the bed. He walked to the kitchen with his back to his roommate, feeling a rush of blood to his cheeks at the thought of staying out all night with his new neighbor. Piecing together the events of the night proved to be a difficult task, but not as difficult as trying to decipher how he felt in that moment. Drunk Mark was so outrageously unpredictable it was nearly impossible to guess what could have gone down; some nights he was perfectly coherent and rational while drunk, other times he was obnoxiously giggly or inexorably somber. It really just depended on the day. Mark tried to shake the thoughts from his head, knowing that stressing over it would do him no good in the long-run.

He stalked over to the fridge and pulled the carton of milk off the top shelf along with a box of cereal from one of the kitchen cabinets. Before he could even take a bite of his breakfast (or technically, his lunch) a knock sounded on the front door, Mark’s body freezing as if on command. Jackson was the only person to come to their door since moving in, and Mark couldn’t imagine it being anyone else besides him, unless by mistake.

A feeling that he couldn’t quite place lingered in Mark’s gut as he answered the door. His heart beat hard and fast in his chest as his suspicions were confirmed, opening the door to find Jackson standing opposite him, a friendly smile adorning his lips and mesmerizing eyes meeting Mark’s.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he said quickly, “but, uh, I thought you might want these back.” The blonde reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of keys—Mark’s keys—and held them out for the brunette to take. Mark eyed the keys in his neighbor’s hand and sent him a puzzled look. “I drove your car home last night,” Jackson explained. “You were a little… intoxicated to see the least.” Jackson bit back a smile and Mark almost wished he hadn’t.

Mark’s eyes trailed from Jackson’s pale white sneakers to the skinny denim jeans clinging to his broad legs, the red graphic hoodie hugging his torso, and the black ballcap fitted on his head, his blonde bangs sweeping messily over his forehead and accentuating his dark irises. Mark gulped as he really absorbed Jackson’s appearance, his head reeling at the realization of how absolutely stunning he truly was, even in such casual attire. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he extended a hand and took the keys from his neighbor, biting the inside of his cheek nervously under Jackson’s watchful gaze.

“Uh, thank you,” Mark said, bowing his head slightly in the blonde’s direction. “For everything.” Mark scratched the back of his neck and looked at the ground. “My roommate told me that I came home a little drunk last night. Sorry for that. I don’t really member much.” He wrapped his arms around his body and glimpsed warily at Jackson. “How, uh… bad was I?”

Jackson laughed. “Um, I’d say we’re definitely even now.”

Mark closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Fuck. “What happened?”

Jackson shook his head and pretended to zip his lips. He stalked slowly over to his door before opening it a crack and smiling menacingly. “That’s for me to know and for you not to.” He winked playfully at the Mark and stepped into his apartment without another word, closing the door gently and leaving Mark standing blankly in the doorway, the events of last night seemingly even more of a mystery now than before.

. . .

Jackson closed the door behind him and leaned his back into it, concealing a smile into his shoulder. His mind had been reeling with thoughts of Mark all day and seeing him in person just moments ago was all the relief he needed.

“What are you all giddy about?” Jaebum interjected, pulling Jackson from his thoughts as he stumbled past his roommate and walked into the kitchen with a handful of dirty dishes. “You thinking about your boyfriend next door?”

Jackson followed Jaebum into the kitchen and hopped up onto the counter next to the sink. “Maybe? What’s it to you?”

Jaebum dropped the dishes into the sink and put his hands up in defense. “Can’t a guy just take some interest in his best friend’s love life? You guys were out until the ass-crack of dawn last night, so excuuuuuse me for being curious.” Jackson’s head fell back in loud laugher, coupled with a resounding thud as his skull connected with the wooden cabinet behind his head. He leaned forward, clutching his head in his hands, a satisfied Jaebum muttering, “karma,” under his breath.

“Shut up,” Jackson whined, somewhere between a whimper and a chuckle. The pain eventually subsided and he leaned over to watch Jaebum pull all of the dirty dishes into the sink to begin washing. “And, if you must know,” he started. “We just hung out at the bar all night.” His friend cocked an eyebrow, and sent him an unconvinced look. “I’m serious!” he exclaimed, smacking Jaebum’s shoulder. “We were at the bar all night until I drove us back here.”

His friend rolled his eyes and turned on the faucet, pouring a glob of dish soap into the sink and causing a mass of fluffy white bubbles to accumulate over the dirty dishes. “Why don’t you just ask him out on a date for Christ’s sake. You’ve been talking about him, like, non-stop all day.”

“It’s not as easy as it seems,” Jackson remarked. “Mark is, like, super shy. He can barely have a conversation without looking like he’s on the verge of fainting.”

“Yikes. That bad?”

Jackson nodded. “Yeah. But apparently, all you have to do to get him to loosen up is just get him really drunk.”

“Jackson!” Jaebum scolded, swatting his roommate’s arm with the back of his hand as Jackson hopped off the counter and erupted into laughter, scurrying down the hallway to his bedroom and swinging the door shut behind him. “You are so bad!” Jaebum called down the hallway and Jackson snickered, flopping onto his bed. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes peacefully, his thoughts drifting absentmindedly to Mark again. The corner of his lip turned up into a smile as he recalled their night together.

“Hey, let’s go grab that open booth over there,” Jackson suggested. Mark shrugged casually and grabbed his drink, trailing close behind Jackson as they maneuvered their way past the people in the bar. The two took seats across from each other and set their glasses down on the table, Jackson taking a quick sip of his before exhaling a satisfied sigh. He noticed Mark’s eyes wandering elsewhere again and he smiled. “So, what are you doing here tonight?” he asked, dipping down in an attempt to meet his gaze.

The brunette traced shapes into the condensation on his glass and leaned forward until his chest rested against the table. “I told you already. My roommate bailed last-minute and I was already here by time I got his message.”

Jackson nodded. “Yeah, I know that part. I mean why did you stick around here if you have no one to drink with?” His head tilted in interest as he waited for the other to reply.

Mark’s shoulders rose and fell and he rested a cheek on his palm. “I like being alone, I guess.”

Jackson wasn’t sure if the quiet, gloomy undertone in Mark’s voice was there for a particular reason or if it was just the way Mark always sounded when he talked; either way, Jackson frowned. He didn’t like the idea of someone drinking at a bar alone, whether that person was upset or they enjoyed being alone. A bar is a place for people to have fun, tell stories, watch games, and drink away their problems in the company of their closest friends. Mark may have said that he wanted to be here alone, but Jackson had doubts.

“Well, even if you don’t mind being here alone, I do, so you have to keep me company.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows and Mark hid a smile into his glass, tilting his head back until what little he had left of his drink was gone. “Perfect timing,” Jackson clapped. “I’ll ask for another round.”

Grinning, Jackson rolled over on his side and clutched a pillow to his chest. He thought about how cute Mark was, his introverted tendencies only adding an extra layer of adorableness to sweet his disposition. He wished he had kept track of all of Mark’s blushes and lip bites, the most prominent tell-tale signs of Mark’s naturally coy and quiet nature. Jackson, of course, was the opposite—loud, outgoing, and instinctively social—but Jackson also had a knack for befriending anyone and everyone, even people like Mark.

He thought about Mark’s sweet smile, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled and his perfectly straight teeth peeked out ever so slightly behind rosy pink lips. He thought about Mark’s warm brown eyes, his long fingers, thin frame, pale skin, all of it. Mark was so intriguing and alluring, yet simultaneously so unaware, and Jackson just couldn’t get enough.

“Jackson,” Mark slurred, smiling as he clumsily leaned in closer to the man sitting across from him. Jackson found it hard to hold back his amusement as Mark’s state of mind continued to deteriorate over the course of the night with every drink he consumed. He, himself, would be just as inebriated as his companion, had he not taken it upon himself to stop drinking earlier in the night, seeing as neither of them would be making it home in one piece if both were this hammered.

“Hm,” Jackson hummed, grinning at how much Mark’s self-confidence had shifted since knocking back so many rounds. In Jackson’s defense, he had tried to limit Mark’s alcohol consumption, but with each attempt, Mark brushed him off and continued to order more drinks, thus maintaining his intoxicated state.

“Remember that one time you came home drunk and thought my apartment was yours?” Jackson nodded and Mark giggled into his hand. “I think I’m as drunk now as you were that night,” he blurted, unable to hold back his contagious laughter.

“I think you might be right,” Jackson chuckled. “Just please don’t vomit all over the floor like me.”

Mark face turned serious as he reached out to put a hands over Jackson’s, a shit-eating grin making its way on to his face. “Oh, I won’t,” he assured. “I actually know how to hold my alcohol.”

Jackson’s scoffed and pulled his hand away from Mark’s grip, playfully crossing his arms over his chest and causing Mark to giggle furiously. “Look at you all high and mighty! You get a couple drinks in your system and suddenly you think you’re hot shit!”

“I am hot shit.” Mark said with confidence. “You even said so yourself.”

“Actually, I said you were cute,” he corrected, emphasizing the word ‘cute.’

“Oh, that’s right,” Mark said slapping his forehead as though it were obvious. A moment passed and he gestured for Jackson to come closer, proceeding to lean in until he and Mark were just a little too close for comfort. “What else do you think of me?” he asked lowly, lips turning up into a sly smile.

“I think you’re way too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow morning,” Jackson quipped. Mark sat back and snickered, flashing Jackson his pretty white teeth before downing the rest of the drink in front of him. Jackson flinched at how effortlessly Mark gulped down the alcohol, as if the burning sensation that was sure to be running down his throat had no effect on him.

Mark set his glass down and sighed happily, eyes fluttering. “Okay, so maybe you’re right,” he admitted, ushering in a casual shrug. “But who caaaaares? Tonight’s about having fuuuuun, right? Let’s just let loose,” he said, shaking his body from head to toe as though he were releasing of all of his pent-up stress and worries. Seeing that Jackson still seemed reluctant, Mark ran a hand down his face and groaned. “Fine, I’ll start.” He cleared his throat and tapped his chest as though he were preparing to give a very important speech to a very important audience. He inhaled a deep breath, exhaling softly as he said, “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

Mark’s sudden boldness surprised Jackson and he was a little taken back to say the least. This was the same boy who, not even three hours ago, took shelter in a bathroom to escape the embarrassment of being hit on by a girl at the bar. This was same the boy who struggled to look somebody in the eyes for more than a full second. This was the same boy whose blush radiated from his cheeks at some of the most primitive things Jackson had ever heard. It was shocking to see Mark act so open and carefree when Jackson was only used to him being a flustered, nervous mess the majority of the time. It wasn’t to say that Jackson didn’t like this Mark, the Mark that didn’t bite his tongue, the Mark that said exactly what was on his mind, it was just… different.

“Wow,” Jackson said, his stomach doing a small somersault as he replayed Mark’s words in his head. “Thank you. I never thought brown eyes were anything to swoon over.” He looked away sheepishly and inhaled a small sip of water from the glass in front of him.

“Me either,” Mark admitted. “But yours... yours are just… wow. They’re just wow.” He leaned in close over the table top, peering deeply into Jackson’s eyes as though he was witnessing something incredible for the very first time. A few seconds of staring back at Mark, Jackson blinked hastily, coming back to his senses, and shaking away the sudden wave of nerves forming in the pit of his stomach from Mark’s intense stare. Mark must have noticed his change in demeanor because he smiled and leaned presumptuously back against the booth.

Jackson cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest again. “And what are you smiling so cockily for?”

“You’re blushing,” Mark replied merrily, Jackson’s hands coming up quickly to cover his warm cheeks. “I’ve never seen you blush before.”

In very few cases did Jackson not have the upper hand in conversation—he always knew what to say, how to shift the mood and the direction of the conversation, how to start it and how to end it—so somebody explain to Jackson why he was having so much trouble keeping his thoughts in order?

Mark reminded him that it was his turn to spill his thoughts, and despite the heat that was surely prevalent in his cheeks, he swallowed the lump gradually forming in his throat, reminding himself that Mark was really drunk right now and so anything he said would most likely go in one ear and out the other by time Mark woke up the next morning. He felt a little more confident, then, about admitting the thoughts that had been whirring in his head all night.

“Okay,” he started. “I have never been more attracted to someone I have just met than I have been with you.” Mark squinted, his head tilting in interest as he waited for Jackson to continue. “I don’t know how to describe it. I-I’m so drawn to you and I don’t know why. You’re so guarded, and I just want to break your walls and get to know everything about you. It sounds stupid, but it’s late, you’re drunk, and I know you won’t remember any of this anyway.”

Mark stared silently at Jackson for a long time, an odd look on his face that made Jackson wonder what he was thinking. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but before he could, the waitress came over with more drinks and interrupted his train of thought.

Jackson groaned at the memory, burying his face in his pillow. Why had he said all that? Sure, Mark would never remember any of it with the ungodly amount of alcohol he had to drink last night, but something about their exchange left such an unfamiliar feeling in his chest. Warmth? Embarrassment? He couldn’t tell. It wasn’t like Jackson to be like this. He was always so confident, so adventurous and playful in discourse, but Mark had managed to pull this… this unusually tender and emotional side out of him. Looking back, the night as a whole seemed so surreal, almost like he had imagined the whole thing.

“Mark,” Jackson said, shaking the shoulder of the man sitting across from him. He heard a quiet ‘hm’ escape Mark’s lips and he breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t totally passed out. “Mark, I think it’s time to go home.”

Mark lifted his head from the table and ran an unsteady hand through his messy hair, glimpsing down at his empty drink. “Not yet,” he said, tapping the glass with his finger. “More.”

“No,” Jackson said. “No more. You’ve had enough.”

Mark pouted, his innocent brown eyes looking up pleadingly into Jackson’s. “But we’re letting loose, remember?”

Jackson nodded. “I do remember. But we already let loose. Plus, it’s getting late. A lot of people are leaving now.” In all honesty, the bar hadn’t thinned out all that much at all, but he figured he could maybe convince Mark to go if he made him think everyone else was beginning to leave too.

“But I like talking to you,” Mark said, resting his chin on the table and staring longingly into his empty glass.

Jackson smiled, resting his cheek in his palm and swirling his straw around his water glass. “I like talking to you too,” he said. “We can do this again some other time.”

“Okaaayyyy,” Mark sighed, stumbling momentarily before sitting up and throwing an arm over his stomach. Jackson grabbed his thin jacket and threw it on over his clothes, zipping it up half-way. He was preparing to stand up when he noticed Mark’s face contorted into what looked like a mix between pain and a grimace.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jackson asked, swinging his legs into the aisle in the off-chance he would have to tow a hurling Mark into the bathroom.

“Hungry,” Mark whined, rubbing his stomach, and slumping down in his seat.

Jackson was about to reply, telling him that he could eat something when he got home, when all of a sudden, a thought occurred to him. Mark said earlier that he left work and had come straight here afterwards to meet his roommate for drinks, leaving Jackson to wonder if Mark had eaten dinner sometime in between then.

“Did you eat dinner?” he asked, eyes narrowing in on the mopey brunette. Mark shook his head ‘no’ and Jackson’s head fell back as he groaned in frustration. “Mark! Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t eat dinner! You’re not supposed to drink so much on an empty stomach.”

Mark shrugged effortlessly and tugged on his sleeves, shying away from Jackson’s stern voice. “Jinyoungie would have made me eat if he was here,” he slurred, lips jutted into a pout.

“Jesus Christ, Mark,” Jackson muttered under his breath. He began to take his jacket back off, seeing as it would be another couple minutes before they left now. “I’m going to order you something to go so you can eat when you get home.” Jackson waved a hand to get the attention of their waitress, but Mark’s eyes widened and he pulled his hand down, a look of urgency on his face.

“No, no, no!” he said frantically. “No food. No food.”

“What? Why not? You have to eat something or your stomach is going to be fucked tomorrow.”

“No food. No food,” he said again, shaking his head desperately. “Gotta look good.”

Jackson looked at Mark, half in annoyance and half confusion. “What are you talking about? You look fine. You need to eat,” he emphasized, raising his hand again to wave over the waitress. Jackson was taken completely by surprise when Mark’s half-hearted attempt to pull his hand down ended in a bout of tears. Jackson’s eyes widened as the brunette held his face in his hands and slumped over in his seat, tears pouring like waterfalls down his cheeks.

“No, Jackson. No food,” he cried. “Please no food.”

Jackson stared on in utter disbelief of the situation. He had no idea what the fuck was going on or how to handle Mark’s sudden onslaught of tears.

“Okay, okay, fine! No food. I won’t order you food,” Jackson promised, taking in the sight of a shaking, sobbing Mark. Not knowing what else to do, he gently slid into the booth beside Mark and patted his back in an attempt to console him. The two sat like that for a long time, Mark’s face in his hands and Jackson soothingly rubbing his back and shushing him as Mark coughed wetly into his red flannel. Some odd minutes later Mark seemed to have composed himself, his crying confined to only a couple of consecutive sniffs here and there. Jackson was afraid to ask him why he was so upset in the off-chance that it triggered him to more tears, but at this point, he was genuinely concerned about Mark.

“Mark, why don’t you want to eat?” Jackson inquired softly. “You even said yourself that you’re hungry.”

Mark sniffed and looked up at Jackson, his face red, puffy, and just downright pitiful. “Can’t gain weight,” he said, eyes bloodshot and lip trembling. “Gotta look good.”

“What are you talking about? What makes you think you don’t look good? You look great!” Jackson encouraged, offering Mark a comforting smile. Mark shook his head and covered his face with his hands again, leaning into Jackson’s shoulder as round two of tears set in. Jackson sighed, massaging his forehead with one hand and comforting Mark with the other.

It’s time to go home, Jackson thought, and pulled a sobbing Mark out of the booth, using an arm to support Mark’s weight as he guided the both of them to Mark’s car.

. . .

Jackson laid in bed that night, his mind unable to rest as he thought about Mark and everything that had happened the night before. Was he just self-conscious about his body, and that’s why he didn’t want to order carryout last night? Was he on a diet where he had to count calories or watch what he ate? Jackson wasn’t entirely sure what the problem was, but a part of him sensed it was a lot more serious than just some random emotional breakdown, brought on by the consumption of too much alcohol. Mark had seemed genuinely upset at the thought of eating, his eyes scared and pleading for Jackson not to order for him. The memory made Jackson uneasy and he hoped more than anything that there was a simple explanation for what he had witnessed that night.

so this chapter isn't quite what i had in mind, but it #iswhatis lol. it's a lot of dialogue and i apologize for that; it's laziness on my part. anyway, i initially wanted to upload a chapter once every week to keep the ball rolling, but as i'm sure a lot of you can probably imagine, writing 3k-4k words every week is VERY hard and VERY time-consuming, especially when i'm still trying to come up with ideas for the story. i don't want my chapters to seem rushed, so i think i may try to upload every 2 weeks instead.

thanks again for everything, you guys!

-mia <3

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Story Of A Hero -17

[PS- From here, Bayesh’s last name was changed to Saarinen. It’s been changed in the full copy as of oct 21 2018, but not on the published chapters of SOAH on tumblr. It’d be really difficult to go through every post and change it, but the final cut will have this change <3]

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Kat had not lived in her parents’ home for a while now, but you couldn’t tell at first glance.

Her room remained similar to how it always had been- Minus, maybe, the mess of clothes, the tower computer, and all the comic books that had been in the barren bookshelf. The walls were still papered with posters, the drapes and blankets were still matching black and white diamonds with a circus theme, and it still smelled like lavender and old books, even with Kat long gone.

There’s always been something cold about guest rooms- They lacked a sense of personality, of life. Generic beds, sparsely decorated rooms… After an awful night like he’d had, it was nice to spend the night somewhere that wasn’t lifeless. Movie posters from films they’d all seen together, trophies he’d watched her get… Even with Kat having gone home for the night, Wesley felt like she was still here, and that he wasn’t spending the night alone. Bitt hopped upon the circus top lamp and chose to sleep there, where she could be seen, to remind him she was there, too.

William and Bayesh woke up early the next morning to prepare for their day at school. Kero only worked whenever he was called, and the two always conducted their morning routines with a respectful silence. It surprised William that a drowsy, half asleep Wesley joined him in the kitchen as he was eating. “Morning,” Wesley mumbled, settling down on a stool. “Good morning. Did we wake you up?” William asked, concerned. Wesley gave an exhausted shrug. “Honestly? Anything wakes me up; I’m kind of a light sleeper… Coming downstairs was my choice, though” Wesley explained. “Oh,” William said, “I see.”

He returned his attention to his own food for a while, but noticed that Wesley had not moved, staring into space. William poked him carefully, and Wesley blinked, looking back over to the younger kid with confusion. “Huh? Sorry. Got lost in thought,” he said. “Did you need something?” “No, but I did want to remind you that you are free to grab yourself breakfast… As you’ve always been. Are you alright?” William asked. It made the brunet wonder if there was some kind of indication on his face as to his mood, or if he was just worried about what had happened last night. Wesley replied with a small shrug, and he got up to grab himself some toast… Before feeling bad that he had been kind of dishonest, and he turned to frown at William as he waited. “I’m good- I mean, with regards to last night, at least. I was just thinking about how all my stuff is at home. Clothes, text books, the works.But I don’t really want to go back there. But I need to. You know?” William nodded in understanding. After all, one couldn’t wear the same clothes all day every day, and schoolwork was very difficult without the proper materials. “If you’re willing to wait, Bayesh and I can go with you after school?” he suggested. At least that way, Wesley didn’t have to go back alone, they could get everything moved easier with more bodies and, most importantly, the most intimidating person he knew would be there to silence any confrontations. “I don’t really want my mom yelling at you, bud,” said Wesley,shaking his head at the idea. A kind hearted little kid like William didn’t deserve to be yelled at, too. If his mother thought that her own son was a freak, he didn’t want to imagine how she’d react to someone else’s child. “That’s why I said /Bayesh/ and I,” he said. Again, Wesley shook his head. “I don’t really want Bayesh yelling at her either… And we know that he will. I don’t want any yelling at all, really. I think I’ve had enough of it.” Defeated, William nodded. They both knew that Bayesh had been downright enraged at the way that Wesley had been treated. That anger had been boiling ever since the first time that Wesley had come in with an injury, and surely if the two met it would burst, and Bayesh along with it. After everything, Wesley just wanted some peace; a protective Bayesh was far from peaceful. “Angel, then?” William suggested. Whereas his father was an intimidating presence, Angel had an aura of quiet elegance that commanded respect from those around her. Unfortunately, thinking the suggestion was a joke, Wesley laughed it off. William was about to continue, but he noticed the time, and sighed. “I need to get ready for school, but I will keep thinking on this,” he affirmed, then rinsed his bowl, leaving Wesley and his toast alone in the kitchen.

After breakfast and waving the Saarinens’ away, Wesley returned to bed to try and catch a little bit more sleep. He was awakened by bubble noises… It took a few moments for him to realize that it had been his phone. Katherine was texting him.

[K@] Sup? Stuffs still @ home I hear?

[W] Yeah.

[K@] No worries, i got a brilliant plan

[W] Do I want to know?

[K@] Duh Anyways… Funfact- it’s not considered a B&E if you actually live there. Even if a talented friend teleports ya in when no one is home. (That’s me, btw)

[W] Pretty sure my mom will think she was robbed And call the police.

[K@] Huh yeah… Guess I didn’t have that problem lol Leave a note?

[W] Saying what? “Your son came and stole all his stuff ok bye”?

[K@] OMG fine, you wanna waste the $$ you spent on that program failing it be my guest Just don’t stink up my room one undies wonder

[W] >:T

[K@] Real talk tho- Write.a.letter! If you need a hand, ask Kero. Gotta run ttyl <3 Write! Write!

Wesley dropped his phone with a sigh. Write a letter. So much easier said than done. He couldn’t just… Write a letter, go home, steal his stuff and leave. But… then again, he couldn’t sit in these clothes forever, or not brush his teeth or show up to class without his text books… He rolled off the bed and determinedly made his way to the basement.

Beyond the basement door, any illusion of a normal family was shattered. It was an open area the length and width of the home with only two small rooms adjacent. One was the laundry room, and the other, Wesley had never seen open. The grand room had a great deal of gym equipment, and gymnast equipment. Bars he fondly remembered Kat hanging from, a swing and a set of trapezes below which were soft mats. As Wesley came down the stairs, he saw Kero pulling one of Katherine’s old sectional beams to the side. “Need a hand with that?” he asked softly. Kero chuckled softly, shaking his head. He set the beam aside and turned to smile at Wesley. “Nah. I brought this thing down here when she first showed interest, and I’m not too old to bring it back up again… Besides, aren’t you a guest?” Wesley shrugged. Guest or no, he still wanted to help. The Saarinen’s had never really treated him like a guest. He’d always felt at home here, moreso than he’d ever felt at his actual home. They only used the ‘you’re a guest’ thing in a playful fashion. Apparently that wasn’t going to change even with his longer stay. “Guess so. Side note- Can I borrow a piece of paper?” “Yeah,” Kero replied. To Wesley’s surprise, Kero headed immediately to the door that Wesley had never seen open. Curiously, he poked his head in. It turned out to be a small office, likely for Bayesh while he did his teacher work. Well organized and unremarkable, at the exception of the countless frames on the walls. Stepping forwards, he observed them, and when Kero noticed him staring, he put a hand on his shoulder, fondly. “Never been in here,” he said softly. “Nice photos… Hey, that one’s Kat’s first birthday party, and… that’s our graduation?” “Yup,” Kero replied, grinning. Wesley continued to observe while Kero rummaged around, cursing his boyfriend and his organization standards. ‘Local boy donates dozens of handmade toys to Pediatric Hospital’. Read a piece of newspaper, an article they had written about him. Beside it there was also a diploma, one that belonged, surprisingly, to Kero. Looking for Bayesh’s, he noticed a photo of a woman with two children and asked Kero who she was. “Kyolin Tengshe, and her two kids.” “Who was she?” “Lady Redd.” “Oh. I’m… I’m really sorry,” Wesley said. He could see the sorrow in Kero’s face, so he quickly turned to a different photo. It was old, but the woman pictured was pretty lovely. “And her?” “That’s my mother. Her name was Eirini.” Wesley vaguely remembered that she’d died rather tragically when Kero was young, and was struck with horror. This game of who’s-who was only making things worse. He let out a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he said again. The hand on his shoulder moved to ruffle his hair. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, kiddo. Anyways! What’re you up to?” He asked, trying to defuse the tension and hand Wesley the paper and pen he had asked for. He took them gingerly and shrugged. “Writing a note to my mom. Kat wants us to break into her house while she’s at work and steal my stuff,” he said, trying to make it sound like it was not at all a big deal. “It’s not really stealing if it’s your stuff though, is it?” “That’s exactly what Kat said. You sound like your daughter,” Wesley said, chuckling. “Weird!” Kero exclaimed playfully, “It’s almost like she’s my daughter or something!” They both broke out into a fit of laughter. When they calmed, Wesley spoke again. “Anyways, said daughter suggested I ask you for help. Not… really sure why, but…” This made Kero’s expression drop again, and Wesley suddenly felt guilty again, as if that was just something that he shouldn’t have said. “I do,” Kero said. “Follow me.”

They walked upstairs in silence, to the top floor, and came to a stop at Kero and Bayesh’s door. “Exam time, final year of high school. I came home, excited, college acceptance in my hand… But when I came to find my mom to tell her… Well. I always knew she had depression, but no one ever expected that she’d- She’d kill herself. That day, the school called, to tell her there was something wrong with me- That I ran too fast for it to be normal, you know. I was convinced she’d killed herself out of shame for what I was. I spent so much time with that weight on my mind. I didn’t know how to feel about what I was. Can you imagine? Coming home and finding a corpse, one bullet to the head, and feeling like it was your fault?” “No,” Wesley admitted softly, and that made Kero smile. Once again, he had a hand on his shoulder. “I hope you never do. I spent a good chunk of my life blaming myself for something that just… wasn’t my fault. And then, suddenly there comes this brilliant man into my life who points out the biggest flaw in all this- She never heard the message to begin with. I only knew they’d called because the voicemail light was flashing, but it wouldn’t be if she’d actually heard the message. When I stopped blaming myself, I finally saw the bigger picture. That it was never my fault, that she was sick. I… I realize it sounds like I’m just suddenly dumping this all on you, but-” “No, I get it,” Wesley cut him off, smiling encouragingly. “I see the similarities.” “But do you see the point?” he asked. “You can’t shoulder all of the blame for the bad things that happen around you, and you do. A lot. You need to step back and face the bigger picture. This letter Kat wants you to write isn’t just to let her know you’re taking your things and leaving. It’s got to be the real truth of the matter and, maybe, just maybe, you might convince her to seek help, because I think your mother may be sick, too. I don’t mean that as an offense, by the way.”

Wesley’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he fully registered what Kero was trying to say, and by extension, Kat as well. “You… you were busy, yeah? You can go back to that, and I.. I think I can handle this,” Wesley said, nodding. Once more his hair was ruffled. “Never too busy for you, kiddo. Let me know if you need any help. I might not be a linguistic genius like Bayesh...But I’ve been there.” “I know… And thank you.” He nodded, and let Kero go back to moving things in the basement while he settled at the table to write. It took a bit of crossing out and a few drafts, but Wesley finally managed to get the concise, clear truth that he wanted on paper.

“Dear Mom

I feel I have done everything I can to make you understand that my powers are not evil. It’s a piece of me, and just like a hand can be used to break and create, so are my powers laden with equal potential to be either good or bad. It’s all in how you use them, and I am going to continue to use them and help whoever I can. Unfortunately, because we can’t see eye to eye on this matter, I have to leave. Despite everything, I still love you. Kind of silly, huh? You’ve literally burned me, yet I still love you and forgive you. Since we’re being honest here, I don’t think any sane person would literally burn their own child. Maybe after some time apart you can step back and realize that what you did was wrong. Hard to hear that you’re wrong, but there it is. I’ve always believed in honesty. If you do decide to actually love me for me, all of me, then I’m not going to change my phone number. Bad enough dad did that to us, I’m not going to do it to you. Love always., Your son Wesley, and his Adex. Her name is Bitt and she is a frog, btw.”

The note was taped to his bedroom, after it was stripped of all the important things.

#SOAH #SOAH17 #Story of a hero 17

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