#they even both react the same way to satine hugging them

[fellthemarvelous]

Korkie is a Kenobi and I will die on this hill!

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA 

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore. 

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words. 

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away. 

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him. 

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst. 

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up. 

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head. 

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you. 

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!” 

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell. 

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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hey bbys! reminder to go take a break and drink some water if you’re reading this! y’all are so amazing and beautiful, and please remember that you’re valid as well. what you did today was more than enough, please remember that!! i’m very proud of you for getting through today. ily <3

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[bakugotsundere]

Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (2)

Bakugo x (black) fem reader

( still can read if you’re not)

sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t

Warning: Smut, Rough sex, hair pulling, name calling, Nsfw 18+

Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.

It was now saturday and you had just came home from practice. It was about 6 in the afternoon. You started to run you some bath water, remembering how you’d have to go to the sleep over with Mina and the others. You and bakugou still didn’t get along, it was nothing but you 2 arguing at practice and the team being annoyed. You just couldn’t bring yourself to like him, no matter how hard you tried you just...couldn’t. Ever since you’ve got here, he’s hated you. He knew you were competition and he treated you like-so, even though you were on the same team. He didn’t care and neither did you.

you took off your uniform, stretching before you got into the bath water. the feeling was amazing, your muscles were finally relaxed. The feeling of the bath water brought you ease. You enjoyed this time, since you knew tonight was going to be crazy. You closed your eyes, calming yourself down as you cleared your mind. Frank ocean played on your headphones. You washed up about 4 times before rinsing yourself off with the shower head. You stepped out of your bath tub, dancing like a white lady on those commercials, as weird as it sounds it was the funnest thing ever. Pretty Girl by Clairo played on your headphones now. You dropped your towel, grabbing your shea butter, rubbing it all over your body.

You washed your face, letting it air dry afterwards. You grabbed a 2 piece pajama set that was satin, placing it in your bag. The top and bottoms matched, it was a cream color that was really light. You put on some thigh length socks. Mina had bought the pajama set for the movie tonight. You didn’t know if it fit or not so you brought something with you just in case. you were supposed to change at her house but the boys had to come in their pajamas for some weird reason. You threw some biker shorts on and a tank top that you had cut a little, you put on your nike slides, waiting on Mina to come pick you up. You took out the flexi rods in your hair. the curls were loose since your hair had been so long. It was like mid back legnth. you picked it out a little bit, giving it more volume. You smiled, showing your dimples, loving out it turned out. You knew it’d only last for the weekend though. Your ginger hair was growing on you.

you rubbed a little moisturizer to your face, so it wasn’t dry. Then you applied a little lip gloss and put your apple watch back on and sprayed a little perfume on yourself and putting on some spray on deodorant. you placed the how shoes she got you in the back also. you grabbed your nike slides, putting them on so you wouldn’t be barefooted. You heard a notification pop up on your phone.

Mina> We’re outside. might have to sit on someone’s lap 🙃.

You had your fingers crossed, praying that it wasn’t bakugou and that he had took his own car. You didn’t want to have to sit on anybody’s lap really. You headed out your house, walking towards Mina’s navy blue audi. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside. You opened up the back door to be greeted by Bakugou, “Hi y/n. I’m in love with your hair. i wish my hair was that long.” Yaoyorozu told you and you smiled, “thank you.” you said softly. “Hiiiiii. Bakugou is being quite grumpy right now, don’t worry about him.” Mina said as you noticed Denki in the front seat. Yaoyorozu was on Todorokis lap and Kirishima was sitting in the middle, focused on whatever was in his phone. “Bakugou help her open the trunk so she can put her things in there.”

He sighed, getting out of the car. He was wearing a black shirt along with grey nike sweatpants and a pair of nike slides. Fits him. He followed you to the trunk, as he did, you noticed that the he was more quiet than usual. you smiled, “Hello to you too bakugou.” he stated. “I’m not being friendly to you. They can’t hear us. Don’t pull what you did at practice again.” He told you, all you did was hand him his water bottle after he was forced to run 2 laps around the track field after practice since he had got into a fight and you were just helping him.

“i didn’t do anything, i was trying to be nice dummy. but clearly you didn’t take it that way.” You stated placing your bag inside the trunk. He watched your as your did so, his eyes lingered on your body longer than usual. He closed it and you followed him back to the car, he opened the door, getting back in. “Where will I sit?” you asked and mina looked in the back, sighing. “Maybe sit on bakugo or Kirishimas lap? Bakugou looked like he doesn’t even wanna be here. ask Kirishina.” Mina told you. Kirishima looked at you, giving you a cheeky smile, “Sure, you can-“

Bakugo interrupted him by slapping him upside his head. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that.” Bakugo told him giving him a look, kirishima spoke up, “Nevermind I forgot to tell you guys I had a girlfriend.” He stated, bakugou looked at you and you knew that meant you had to sit on his lap. “Yaoyorozu can we umm...switch please?” You asked and she was about to say yes before Bakugos large hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, you closed the door, moving around to make yourself comfortable. “Don’t ever do that again. They’ll suspect that you don’t like me and we can’t have them know that.” He whispered in your ear and you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach, hating how you reacted towards his touch. You didn’t know why it’d mess up things if they found out you two didn’t like each other but you went along with it anyways. “Still wanna switch?” She asked and you shook your head with a small smile, “No, Bakugo should be fine.” You stated. His body was warm unlike yours, which made everything worse cause you had the urge to be up under him. “Everybody ready?” Mina asked and everybody in the car replied with a small yes.

Bakugos hands would squeeze your waist, pulling you down onto his lap more as you would go over pot holes or small bumps in the rode. you’d move around occasionally to a song until bakugo had told you stop moving. You guys were still in the car, just closer than before, you started to feel something pressing against your ass as Mina stopped at a red light. The outline of it was hard, thick and very long. Your cheeks went a bright pink, knowing what it was. It was bakugos little friend, you had caused this. You could feel yourself start to get moist at the feeling of this. You hated how nasty your body reacted to his. Your pussy began to throb as so did his print and you both had to sit there as if you didn’t feel each other’s private areas yearning for each other. you refused to accept it because you hated it. Hated him especially.

Mina pulled up to her house and everyone began to get out, you were about to get out but Bakugou pulled you back down onto his lap. He shifted underneath you, moving up, his hands gripped your inner thigh, “When we get inside this house, forget about this whole car ride. Pretend this shit never happened. Tell anybody about this and i’ll fucking kill you.” He told you, pushing you off his lap. You got out the car shocked at what had just happened but you wanted to forget about what happened just as much as he did.

“Y/n? I missed you so much. I hate having a dorm, i never see you anymore.” you heard a familiar voice say and you realized it was Asui and smiled, giving her a small hug. Asui was a very chill person but she was confused all the time which made her adorable. She had on a green shirt and sweatpants, with her long hair in 2 pigtails. “I miss you too, you should stop by my house some time.” You said excitedly. “Will do.” She told you going into the house. You looked in the trunk, searching for your bag, “What happened to my bag?” you asked. Todoroki nodded his head at the door, “Bakugou took it in with him i think. He’s been acting weird ever since you came to our college.” He said, going into Mina’s house as he mumbled the last part to himself. You had wondered what he meant by “weird” and more importantly what did he do with your bag.

You followed behind him going into her house, Her house was huge, like huge. Her mother had money, so she bought Mina her own house, there was enough space and room in here for all of you. You missed the comforting smell of her house, you hadn’t been here in so long. You looked around, noticing she changed a few things around. “Anybody know where bakugou went?” you asked and everyone shook there head no, you sighed going upstairs, looking in each room, going back down the hall after no luck in finding him your face hit something hard, like real hard. You looked up at what you had hit and it was bakugo, your cheeks turned pink remembering the car ride, “Where’s my bag?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders as he stared down at you, “When i got in, Mina took it from me.” He stated. Ok. This wasn’t as awkward as you expected “Why’d you umm...why’d you grab my bag?” you asked confused on why his hands was touching your stuff.

“Because messing with your shit is fun. Why else?”He asked. “I dislike you.” You told him angrily, trying your hardest to keep your cool. “Sure.” He told you before walking past you. You figured you wouldn’t stress it and went back downstairs into the living room, everyone got settled in, making pallets and grabbing out all the board games. you had told them that you didn’t wanna participate in any games but the card games. They were now starting a game of domino.

Bakugou was making the cookies and you watched him as he did. Your eyes followed his hands, his fingers were long and large. he had two silver rings on the pointer finger of his left hand. “Y/n, since you and bakugo don’t want to participate in any of the games, you can be the chefs for tonight. Make the cinnamon rolls too please.” Denki told you from the couch, snapping your attention away from Bakugou and you laughed softly going into the kitchen, “I do wanna play war with the cards though, so don’t forget about me when the card games come around.” you told him and he nodded his head.

“I could’ve made the cinnamon rolls.” Bakugou told you as you opened the ‘fridge. you rolled your eyes, “yes but they asked me, focus on your cookies idiot.” You replied grabbing them from the refrigerator. “Your mouth is too smart.” He said turning the oven on 350, You grabbed a pan from underneath the cabinet, loading them on the counter between the stove and refrigerator. You turned around, watching him as he placed the cookies in the oven, “so fix it.” you told him, looking him in his eyes, daring him to do something.

“I will.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that but you could tell that it wasn’t good but you didn’t care, what’s the worse that he could do.

You turned back around opening the cinnamon rolls, placing them on the pan after spraying spam onto the pan. You opened the oven, putting the cinnamon rolls inside. steve lacy played loudly on the tv and you danced around in the kitchen as you grabbed the things you needed, loving every part of this, you grabbed the oreos, placing them on the island top counter, along with the pancake mix. they told you to make fried oreos also. Bakugou watched you intensely. His eyes never leaving your dancing body.The only reason you knew how to cook was because your mother was a chef and was very experimental with foods and taught you lots of stuff. You grabbed the wisk, mixing in the water with the pancake mix. The mixing was going by very very slow and there was still chunks.

You started asking yourself what you did wrong until you felt Bakugos hands at your waist. He placed his hand over yours, showing you how to mix, you were about to tell him to move but he whispered something in you ear, “Play along, if they find out we don’t like each other shit will go down hill.” he told you and you sighed nodding your head. You knew he was right, everyone in this group liked each other, and if they found out that you 2 hated each other, things would go left. You knew how fragile this group was.

“Mix in small circles so you’re able to get everything.” He told you with his left hand still at your waist, he was able to mix everything together with ease. “Thank you.” you said softly, you felt yourself start to throb down there again as he pressed hisself against you more. You didn’t know if it was on purpose so you didn’t bother with saying anything. “Did your mother teach you how to cook?” you asked him and he shook his head. “No. I taught myself because I wanted to make food my way instead of hers. It wasn’t nasty or anything, just not what i wanted.” He stated firmly as he started up the grease to fry them in. Sounds like him. You stood next to him, “I still hate you.” He said and you looked up at him, “I hate you too. Trust me, the way i feel about you hasn’t changed.”

He tried to move you out of the way but you removed yourself from his grip, hitting him in his arm. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back and bringing his lips to your ear, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”He warned letting go of your hair harshly, you stood there in aw of what he just had done. There’s no way you were just gonna let him get away with that but what could you possibly do to him?

He walked away from you telling you to watch the grease, he just violated you and you stood there and let it happen. He’s so...so fucking annoying.

...

It was getting late, everybody had wined down. The music was turned off and the movie was on. You and Bakugo hadn’t talked since he did what he did, you decided to avoid him for the night, being in his presence irritated you. He had been so strict on everything tonight as if this was his house when it wasn’t. He told everyone that he didn’t wanna sleep on the couch or ground so he slept in one of the rooms upstairs. Popcorn was everywhere and now it was just a bunch of adults, sleeping wildly across the floors and couches.

You looked around softly laughing at everyone’s positions. Asui was sleep in the recliner, she was cute when she slept. Denki was on the other couch by himself with his feet hanging off the edge and slob coming down his cheek. Mina and Kirishima were on the ground, the 2 of them had been the most tired since they had been play fighting each other all day. Minas foot was in his mouth and kirishimas was in hers. you tried your hardest not to let out an ugly laugh, Yaoyorozu had left, telling us that she had family problems but you all knew she didn’t, she just hated sleeping anywhere that was not her bed. Todorokis head was in your lap, he stayed still when he slept. You got along with Todoroki the most, he was very observant. He tried telling you that Bakugou has been wanting to have sex with you since you came to the university and you almost slapped him for saying that, you knew it was a lie and he was just saying stuff. After that, he laid his head on your thighs asking if you had ever considered being a pillow. at that point you knew that it was time for him to get rest and he soon fell asleep.

Nobody but you had watched the movie all the way through, you had been watching this movie called hansle and grettle. It was very scary but confused you in the end a bit. You removed Todorokis head from your lap, gently placing it on the couch. You slid to the refrigerator, opening it, grabbing the picture of water. You grabbed a wooden cup from the cabinet placing it on the counter and poured the water inside it.

“Why are you up?” You heard a deep, raspy voice say. You jumped in surprise, spilling a little water on your shirt. You sighed turning around, seeing who had just scared the shit out of you. You were met with a wide awoke Bakugo, his hair was a bit messy and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked good. You turned back around, ignoring him. You were serious about ignoring him. You went on, drinking your water. “How long are you gonna keep up with this bull shit?” he asked you and you stood there silent, not answering him. You had been put on your satin pajamas after the games were over, bakugou had been upstairs the whole time you were here.

The satin pajamas barely fit but Mina insisted that you still wear them because you looked, “sexy”. Your thighs were all out, and the shirt fit like a crop top instead of a shirt, since your breast were big, the shirt raised up showing your underboob everytime you raised your arms above your head. You still had on your thigh length socks. You drunk the rest of your water, putting the cup in the sink. You placed the picture of water back in the refrigerator and You grabbed some paper towels going to wipe up the water you spilled.

You felt Bakugous presence behind you, “Move. I need a cup.” he told you and you stood there not listening to what he just told you to do. He purposely brushed his length against your ass, as he grabbed a cup, the same one as you. He went to the refrigerator, getting the picture of water, pouring it inside the cup he had. You watched him as he did so, his muscles were showing since he had on a black shirt and the black had fit him so well. Your eyes looked down, seeing his print through his grey sweatpants. It was huge, like big and you wondered how anybody could even take that inside them. Let alone get the tip in. Your eyes wandered to his hands, You had a hand kink and his hands fit into it. His fingers were neat, he had clear coat of polish on them. His fingernails were clipped to the perfect size. He took care of his hands. Veins popped out his hands slightly and his fingers were long. You found yourself getting moist as your mind wandered to how good his fingers would feel inside you.

His cup being sat down on the counter snapped you out of your fantasy. You looked back up to be met with his Vermillion eyes. He caught you staring, you hurriedly turned your head embarrassed. You hated yourself so much for this, for even thinking about such lewd things when it came to him. You hated him and him being so fucking perfect didn’t change that. You felt him behind you, this time his hands were at your waist. He positioned your hips, now your ass was rubbing against his cock. You took in a deep breath, restraining yourself from saying anything to him, “Its not nice to stare.” He told you in your ear as he moved your ass around his length. You stayed quiet, trying not to let a moan escape your lips. “Still giving me the silent treatment, are we?” His hand went across your bum, leaving a stinging sensation. You gasped, “C’mon y/n, say something before i go fucking crazy.” He told you as he played with the band of your shorts. You stayed quiet wanting to know what his crazy was. “You’re so god damn stubborn.” He said in your ear as you felt his hand press against your stomach, he began to place kisses on your shoulder and neck, feeling him sucking a little too hard, a small moan escaped your lips and you felt him smile against your skin, “I thought you hated me?”

You turned around to face him, “I-I hate you. Don’t ever for a second get to thinking that I don’t.” you told him as you pulled him closer towards you, crashing your lips against his, your small hands placed at his cheeks, loving how warm he was. He kissed back with more aggression, You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like him but it was getting harder to believe as your body yearned for his touch and now the need to feel his hands all over you grew. He pulled back and tilted his head, “finally ready to fucking talk? i’ve got a lot to say darling.” he said as his hands squeeze your waist, you looked him in his eyes, scared of this eye contact but loving how beautiful his eyes were. “Like what?” you asked. His large hands traveled down to your ass, kneading it almost. “I hate you. hate you so fucking much but...” he continued to kiss you along your neck. “but i only hate you because i want you.” he stated in between kisses, “Nobody has ever made me want them,” his hands found there way to your breast, his large hands squeezing them, “but — god dammit— i’ve been wanting you ever since you walked onto that track field,” his hands were soon replaced by his mouth, your shirt now raised and your breast being sucked on, as if he was a baby, your moans were low and quiet. His eyes, looking up at you as he did so, watching you as you struggled to keep your moans to yourself.

Your back arched a little, and he brung his lips back up to yours. Everything was so heated and out of control but you liked it, so much pent up anger had led to this and fuck, it was good. His hands tugging at the hem of your satin shorts, wanting to touch something more private. Your breathing became heavy and you realized how far you and him were willing to take this. He pulled his ring off of his fingers, placing them on yours, “Can’t have them on while i finger fuck you so I want you to wear it.” He stated and you nodded your head. His hands found themselves inside your shorts and he dragged his middle finger between your pussy lips, “Someone you hate shouldn’t make you this wet darling.” He stated and the feeling of his thumb brushing against your throbbing clit made you moan almost too loudly. He smirked, already knowing this was the sensitive spot. He started to rub it faster and your lips parted as you held onto his arm. He knew how crazy this was driving you because with each circular motion, your pussy got wetter and wetter.

His two middle fingers pressed at your entrance as he brushed his thumb against your now swollen clit. You wanted this, needed it almost as he teased you. “Bakugo. I-I need you to...” you pleaded softly. “Need me to what. It’s not that fucking hard to say. C’mon.” you looked him in the eyes, he looked at you, “I need your permission. Tell me what the fuck you want y/n.” He spat out and your eyes fluttered at how he made wanting permission seem so aggressive but at the same turn a huge turn on, “I-I want your fingers inside of me.” You moaned, and he smiled shoving his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan. “Wasn’t that hard to say, was it?” He asked as he brung his fingers in and out of you, your fingers digging into his forearms, as quiet moans left your mouth repeatedly. He kept eye contact with you the whole time, making sure he saw how pretty your face looked when you moaned just for him. He started going faster and your brown pupils dilated, “I-I’m about to cum.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear but soft enough so that the others wouldn’t. “Shhh...cant let the others hear you now can we?” He asked and you shook your head no as his fingers grazed against your walls at a rapid pace.

Your legs got weak as his fingers bent up inside you when he reached your spot. His name was moaned loudly from your lips, followed by him removing his hands from out of you and bringing them to his lips, tasting the juices from your pussy on his fingers. he looked at you before placing his fingers deep down your throat. He pulled them out, wiping his fingers on your cheek, “I need a taste.” He stated and you shook your head no, “That’s too far. They’ll hear us.” You stated looking over into the living room. Bakugo grabbed your chin, making you face him, he kissed you again, this time more passionate and slow but still rough, he bit your bottom lip, pulling it. “They won’t hear if you stay quiet. This is all on you.” He replied and you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab you and turned you against the island top counter , this was closer to the living room, too close almost. The couch was almost right in front of you, only the other side of the table in the way and you could see Todoroki sleeping along with the others.

Bakugou didn’t care and acted as if they were not there. He made you bend over a little and he pulled off your panties, your juices now not having anything to soak through at all. He rubbed your ass roughly before you felt him go down, “so fucking pretty.” He said underneath his breath before you felt his tongue glide between your folds, a groan found it’s way out of your mouth. He started to use his whole mouth, making sure he tasted every part of your pussy. Quiet moans and whimpers leaving your mouth everytime he sucked at your clit, making it even more swollen. He lifted your leg across the counter, his tongue finding its way back to your clit, licking it repeatedly. You never had felt this before, this was something new to you coming from Bakugou. You knew he was experienced but not this much. His mouth pleased you as his hands gripped your ass so he could get a clear view of your pussy. His tongue found itself pressing against your entrance and you moaned louder than expected, he slapped your ass, “Be quiet.” He lowly growled and you gasped as he went back to move his tongue in and out of you, “Bakugo...I’m about to-

“No you’re not.” He stated and you looked back at him confused, he continued to eat you, “I-I can’t...” you breathe out, “Hold it. I want to see your pretty face when you cum, I need to taste everything.” He told you as he turned you around and placed you on the counter. His hand pressed at your pelvic area. He placed 3 fingers inside of you, knuckles deep and your eyes went wide as your back arched. You couldn’t go much longer. You lost it when his lips sucked at your puffy clit. His wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out of you fast and rough at a uncontrollable pace at the same time. Your hands found themselves gripping his hair and he looked up at you, seeing sweat drip down from your face and your curls all messy now, this sight made his cock throb and want to have himself inside of you even more but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. You looked down at him and you could feel yourself reach your climax, your started to tremble underneath his touch and a foreign liquid came out of your body as you let out a series of loud moans, not caring if you had awoken anyone. Bakugo licked up every juice through a sly smile. He looked up at you, “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.” He said pulling your panties back over your pussy, kissing your inner thigh gently before going up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his lips.

When you pulled away from him and looked down at his print, he was really on hard now. You wondered if he’d be willing to take it that far but you didn’t just wanna leave him hanging. You looked up at him, “I...I” you tried to find words but nothing would come out and he placed the palm of his hand on your small cheek, “I don’t need anything in return. Tasting you was more for me than it was for you.” He stated and you played with your fingers, “Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded his head at the living room, you turned around to see Todoroki starting to wake up, “I don’t think you’d keep quiet if i fucked you right here but I’m sure this was enough for you to control that smart mouth of yours when you’re around me.” He stated. “Bakugo-

“I wanted a taste and I got what I came here for. See you at practice.” He said in your ear, making you realize how much you still hated him, “I still don’t like you.” You told him and he chuckled deeply sending chills throughout your body, “Are you trying to tell me or yourself?” He responded and your cheeks heated up and you got quiet. You watched him as he walked back upstairs, you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping your remaining juices off corners of his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. realizing what he asked you. You put back on your shorts and you watched as Todoroki got up and came into the kitchen sleepily. “Why are you up?” He asked as He came around to you half asleep. he was about to step into the puddle of your juices on the floor. “Todoroki don’t-

He stepped into it, getting his sock wet, “Who the fuck spilled water and didn’t get it up?” He asked and you acted as if you didn’t know, knowing that the mess came from you, “I-I don’t know but I’ll get it up.” You said softly, realizing that Bakugo didn’t take his rings back and that you’d have to give them back in the morning.

[innocent-malfoy-slut]

Sytherin Queen

Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

Word Count: 3,8k

Type: fluff/angst/smut

Summary: the Sytherin Queen and King are announced and to celebrate your victory, Draco has something unusual planned for you.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n), Pansy Parkinson

Warning(s): cheating (?), fingering, sex in front of a mirror

The first month of your seventh, and last, year at Hogwarts had started really smoothly. You had been no problems at attending classes and, for the first time since you attended the school, you felt like a normal student in a normal school.

But then your caring boyfriend took the matter into his own hands and did his better to remember you every day who you were and who you belonged to. He was older than you. He had graduated the year before and when you went back to the School on the first of September, he wasn’t with you.

“Troubles in paradise?” Pansy Parkinson appeared in the seat next to yours in the library and after placing her bag down on the floor, she turned completely to you and started intensely at you, “I can see the gears rotating into your brain.”

You let out a bitter smile and lowered your gaze on the opened book in front of you, not able to hold hers any longer, “Graham isn’t replying to my letters anymore,” you rubbed your hands on your face, but kept going, “We spent the entire summer together, but now he is distant and…I don’t know why I am doing this, it’s like he doesn’t even wants to try to make this work,” you spat out all your doubts regarding your relationship with your boyfriend. A tear went down your cheek and then landed on the white paper, “And I don’t know if I still love him.”

“Silly, I already know that!” she kept het voice tone low, yet it was like she had shouted it right to your face, “If it can comfort you, you’re pretty good at hiding your emotions, but you like staring…a lot,” Pansy was pleased with herself when she succeeded in getting a smile from you, “Listen, I remember how you and Graham used to be and I hoped it would work also once outside these walls. But obviously they aren’t going the way you wanted them,” she took your hands in hers and said: “I’ve never been seriously involved with someone yet, but I suggest you take your time and clear your mind about your feelings for Graham…and the other boy.”

Two weeks later you were still fervently hoping in a reply letter from your supposed-to-be boyfriend outside the school. After the fourth day you understood it wasn’t worth the wait, so you removed the necklace he had given you on 31stAugust that same year and put it into your drawer, next to your bed, unsure of what to do with it.

A few days before Pansy had convinced you to compete for the role of Slytherin Queen, which would have been assigned the night of the Ball -exclusive for Slytherins. You signed up under your friend’s insistence and there you were, in your dorm, in front of a full-figure mirror, just looking at you.

You had chosen a long green satin dress, with thin straps on your shoulders and a draped cowl neckline which highlighted your olive-skinned neck. Your parents had sent you earlier that week a piece of jewellery which came directly from your grandmother’s collection. It was a necklace representing a snake, it was entirely encrusted with shining diamonds, and at the end of it, right on the head of the snake, there were two big emeralds.

“That outfit is literally screaming ‘I’m the Slytherin Queen’,” Pansy appeared from behind the door of the bathroom and leaned against the frame of it, “Was that you the one who didn’t want to sign up for the competition?” she took a sip from a glass she then placed down on her bedside table.

“Yeah,” you mumbled as you sat down on your bed, “I’m still not sure about that,” you chuckled and fidget with your fingers, “Why would I be the Slytherin Queen when there’s you, or Daphne.”

“There’s a difference between you and us. Yes, we may be the centre of gossip, but I look at you while you take care of the First Years, or while you help the Third-Year girls with their problems. If I can use this term, you act as a mum. You are the kindest Slytherin among all of us.”

You gave her a heart-warming smile and hugged her tightly, “It’s time for us to go,” you hid yourself from her while swiping a solo tear running down your cheek, “Are your ready?” your hand reached for the doorknob and turned it once you made sure Pansy war right behind you.

You climbed down the stairs and soon were met with the strong smell of Firewhiskey, introduced illegally inside the green and silver common room. You didn’t notice the whispering all around you, both boys and girls were astonished by your beauty that night. Pansy went pouring you a glass of Whiskey, meanwhile you found a free-from-people spot in the room. You detected Blaise and Theo making their way into the crowd, being soon approached by two girls per one. They were both wearing two simple grey suits, which fitted the very good.

Behind them the door of the prefect’s dorm opened, and Draco Malfoy got out of it. He was wearing an entirely black suit; the trousers covered his thin and long legs perfectly, making them look slimmer. His tie was what made you drool the most; the thing you imagined him doing to you with his black tie. You were almost ashamed by the way Draco attracted you; you had never felt anything like that with Graham, especially because the nature of your relationship was strictly based on who you were and the heritage -cultural and non-cultural- you brought with you.

“You’ll need this, trust me.”

You didn’t notice Pansy coming closer to you and handing you a glass of Firewhiskey, which you gladly took from her hands and swallowed in one swift motion, “I won’t make it ‘till the end of the night,” you whispered more to yourself than o your friend, and fortunately she seemed not to have listened.

Instead, Pansy was focused more on the three boys now approaching the two of you, “Girls, aren’t you stunning this evening,” Theo lingered with his eyes on your neckline, earning a slap on the back of his neck, “What?” he asked the platinum-haired boy on his left.

“She has a boyfriend, who is a Slytherin. Calm down,” Malfoy scolded him with a harsh tone, while he kept shaking the drink within the glass between his hands. He raised his gaze from the light brown liquid and fixed his eyes on Pansy’s dress.

“There you are!” a voice which came from behind you surprised both you and your brown-haired friend on your left, “They are about to name the Queen and the Kind,” Daphne informed all of you. She was followed by her younger sister, Astoria, who kept revolving around your group since the beginning of the year.

You couldn’t say you were bothered by her presence, especially since she would sometimes turn to you when she needed any kind of advice. But you often found yourself observe the way she approached the older boys, mainly Draco. Astoria used to touch his arm whenever he was talking to her, or her fastidious laugh which was always too exaggerated.

Even though you had never talked about it with Pansy, you had the impression she had the same thoughts as you about the younger Greengrass and her pretty explicative manners with boys.

You moved along with your group as they came closer to the little stage, set up for the occasion, and stopped right underneath it. One of the boys from the same year as yours -so, from the seventh year- climbed up the stage and took the microphone between his hands.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the annual Slytherin Ball,” the crowd started cheering and considered the amount of alcohol which had been already consumed, the excitement was brimming, “We will start right away with the name of the Slytherin King,” he pointed at a crown laid on the top of a wooden-made stool, “Let’s be clear, who competed never had a chance against the one and only Slytherin Prince. Ladies, you voted your King to be…” the suspense which followed was senseless, because everyone in the room had understood who was about to be called. And, in fact, the crowd exploded shouting when Draco was invited to collect from the stage the crown now belonging to him. “Malfoy, do you want to reveal your Queen’s name?”

The platinum-haired boy took the envelope from the boy’s hands and unwrapped it. He read the name written on it and let out a soft chuckle, “Give me the crown,” after a moment he was getting off the platform with a feminine version of his crown, studded with hundreds of little silver-coloured glitters, in his hands. He came to a stop only once he was in front of your group.

Next to you, Pansy got excited, but you kept it together since you knew you weren’t the only one among you girls competing that night. Astoria Greengrass had signed up only one day before the beginning of the poll and she had quite an amount of ‘friends’ who certainly gave her their votes.

Draco switched his eyes between you and the younger girl. To you, it seemed like you could normally breath no longer; the only thing you attempt doing was holding your friend’s hand and, in that moment, you figured that maybe you actually cared about the damn crown. You looked into Draco’s eyes as they laid on you and you saw his lips slightly curling up.

What came next, your brain couldn’t process it. All of a sudden everybody’s eyes were on you and they watched as Draco carefully placed the crown onto your head, eventually locking a rebellious lock of your hair behind your ear. He looked at you as your cheeks flushed under his touch and, liking how your body reacted to his, he grabbed your hand with his while the other one was gently placed on your waist, “Would you like to dance, Queen?”

Saliva was no longer being produced inside your mouth, so what you did was simply nodding, trying not to lose your respectability by drooling over him.

The crowd made some space for you in the middle of the common room as Draco dragged you away from your friends. Once you were one in front of the other, he pulled you closer and you had to place both your arms over his shoulders -no that the position upset you. You started dancing really slowly; it was like you were studying each other, unsure of what you were doing was okay with the other.

Draco wasn’t the kind of boy who liked to ask, he would rather take what he believed being his by right. That was what he did with you on September of the same year; he didn’t care about your ‘boyfriend’ outside the school, what he really mattered to him was that you were his. And you were glad you could count on him.

What brought you to him was entirely different from what brought you and Graham together. You and Draco actually shared the same interests and there wasn’t a single moment since you knew each other that he made you feel inferior to him.

That was why when, in the general confusion, he asked you to follow him, you did it without even questioning him where to. He interlaced your fingers together and dragged you through the crowd and across the room; in less than a couple of minutes you were walking down the aisle of the boys’ dorm.

Draco had a room only for him; he said to you it was because he was a prefect, but deep down you knew he got it because of his father. And each time you tried to tease him about it, he would rapidly change the topic of the conversation. You had been more than one time inside of his room, and no one of your friends knew it.

Once you made it to his room, he closed the door behind your back and pushed you against it, “So, my Queen, how to you want to celebrate?” he whispered in a seductive tone next to your ear, “I have a couple of suggestions to make,” he kissed your lobe over and over again, leaving a trail of wetness behind, “Want to hear them?”

You nodded frantically, “T-tell me,” your hands were soon wrapped around the back of his neck and your lips found his in a matter of seconds, “What were you thinking, Draco?” you knew how much he liked his name being whispered by you, and since he had firstly told you that, you kept doing it -but only when there was only the two of you.

He put some distance between the two of you while he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, “You are astonishing with this crown on,” he drew with his fingers the outline of it and then laid his eyes again on your figure, “Do never take it off tonight, sweetheart.”

You shivered as his fingers lifted the straps of your dress, “Is the door locked?” you looked around yourself and then stopped your gaze on his features, enlightened by the weak light inside the room. You didn’t have to ask; Draco brought a hand behind you and when you heard the key being turned in the keyhole, you were sure no one would have busted into the room that night.

Your hands, which were still hanging behind his neck, went stroking the tiny, soft hair on it, while his were now placed on your waist.

“Don’t waste our time then,” Draco dragged you forward, again and again, until your butt hit his desk, “I had in mind something different for today,” as he pulled down the strips of your dress, and let it fall on the ground, he was pleasantly surprised by what were you wearing under it.

A constant thought lingering in your mind all day made you wear a lingerie under the silk dress; it was basic, yet the sexiest Draco had ever seen on a woman.

He took his time observing you, imprinting in his mind the forest green strapless bra and slip on you, “I cannot say how much I love this colour on you,” his fingers went playing behind your back, with the hook of it, while his eyes paid attention a little lower from there, “No, I will show you how much I love this colour on you.”

You felt his hands leaving your body and felt cold and alone when he turned his back at you completely. You watched him tearing down a drape from the wall, unveiling a full-length mirror, “One quick question,” your curious self was coming out, “Is that always been there?” you didn’t address to him directly, instead you preferred looking at him through the glass, “And why I didn’t know about it?” you suddenly felt two large hands regaining their place on your hips.

“I don’t like the idea of seeing myself as I wake up.”

You looked up and chuckled at his words; it was such a Draco Malfoy’s typical expression to use, “Are we going to spend the entire night commending your mirror?” you turned around and placed your hands around the back of his neck, again, “Or are we up to something else?”

“You can bet that pretty ass of yours we are,” he roughly flipped you, now your back was pressed against his chest and your ass was grinding against his hard erection, “Nice dress, by the way,” his fingers traced the line of your shoulders and then went down, up to the very end of your back, “Maybe tomorrow morning you can make a catwalk just for me.”

“It depends,” you answered vaguely, and you lips curled up in a lazy smile as you enjoyed his touch burning your skin.

“On what? If I may ask.”

“On how good you fuck me tonight,” you looked like the typical innocent, good girl to everyone -even to Graham-, but there was one only person in the entire world who had the pleasure to meet the real you.

“Are you challenging me, Miss Y/L/N?” Draco pulled you further against him and his arms wrapped around your hips, “You know I never refuse a challenge, especially if I know I will win,” having said that, there was no more time for words. He pushed you down and within seconds you were on your knees, looking at him through the full-length mirror in front of you.

You kept silent, watching Draco pushing down his black jacket, which was soon followed by his black shirt; his fingers found the buckle the belt he was wearing and undid it -quite masterfully, according to you. His trousers were thrown onto the bed; he stood there, behind you, in his underwear which did left nothing to your imagination.

You licked your upper lip and smirked, staring directly into his eyes, “Are we going to take it slow all night?”

“Face down. Ass up,” Draco commanded you and chuckled as you eagerly accomplished his orders. His eyes followed the narrow line of the thong you were wearing. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it -he wanted that catwalk the morning after more than anything. Draco’s fingers trailed down the fabric until they rushed against your core, “Already so wet for me?”

“Only for you, Draco,” you knew how much he like it when you said it to him, and so you fitted that sentence every time you could.

“What do you want?” he kneeled behind you, eyes fixed on yours through the mirror, “You ask, and I will accomplish, my Queen.”

“Then,” you turned your head around to look him straight in the face, “I want to be fucked so hard that I won’t remember even my name tomorrow morning,” you noticed the lust sparkling in his eyes.

Draco’s hand laid down on your head and pointed it towards the mirror, he pushed until your cheek touched the soft carpet, “Spread your legs,” he supported the movement you made with your legs, “Good girl,” your underwear was moved to the side and the boy’s cold fingers were met with the heat of your wet pussy. Draco pushed his index inside you, twisted it and pulled it out. He repeated the action a couple of times before thrusting his middle and annular inside, too. He intensified his pace and was about to brought you your first orgasm of the night, except that he removed his fingers before the wave could hit you, “Pathetic.”

“W-why?” you asked breathless.

Since the first time you had sex with Draco, you understood it was nothing like the boys you had been before -nor Graham. Draco had always cared about you and your body, and out your pleasure before his own. Though he didn’t seem an altruistic person, within the walls of the bedroom, Draco came in second place. But he was an arrogant asshole even when you were throbbing for him.

“You should know by now that you are only allowed to come on my cock,” he kept his back straight while he brushed the tip of his hard member against the labia of your pussy, “I haven’t heard you beg yet.”

You let out a deep breath and steadied yourself o your elbows, reaching an even wide opening with your legs, “Please, my King, let me come on your cock. Please, fuck me ‘till my mind blo-“ you gasped when you felt him going deep inside you. You thought that he knew what he was asking for when he told you to put yourself in that position: you could literally feel him hitting all your soft spots and his tip was less than an inch away from your cervix.

He was big and thick; again, nothing you had experienced before.

“Move.”

You brought forward your hips and pushed them back, enough for his balls to hit your clit; you tilted your head back and closed your eyes, pleased with the sensation. You repeated you action once more, this time you were staring at his face, twisted in a satisfied expression. You heard him babbling senseless words and that gave you the strength to do it again. After that, you didn’t push yourself away, instead you kept your position and held his cock deep buried inside you.

“Already tired?” Draco went down on your ass at first gently, then he slapped it quite hard. He didn’t go back, but he gave you a thrust and you couldn’t help but lower your head. His fingers grabbed a few hairs of yours and pulled it up again, “I said: eyes on me. If not, you will be punished,” then he whispered next to you ears, “I really don’t want to show every Slytherin how accommodating you can be.”

Draco pulled himself back and then, in one quick motion, he thrusted back into you. He steadied himself to a fast pace, which had you moaning so loud that he congratulated himself for casting a silencing charm over the room moments before. He grabbed your crown, which had fallen from your head, and put it back on it, keeping it in place with another charm, “Look at yourself, the Slytherin Queen being destroyed by the only man who will ever see you like this,” he felt your walls tightening around him and his cock growing harder inside you, “You desperate slut.”

When you noticed his hand running between your legs, and your core, you shivered and then, all of a sudden, he pinched your clit, and you didn’t hold it back anymore; you screamed while the orgasm washed you over and over again.

When you raised your head to meet Draco’s grey eyes, he was already looking at you with a smile plastered over his face. It wasn’t his usual smirk, neither was he making of somebody, Draco Malfoy had on the soft smile he had only shown to you. The only girl he had ever cared about.

“I’ll give you that catwalk tomorrow morning,” you said in no more than a whisper, but you were sure he had listened to you because he giggled and placed a warm kiss on your back, along the line of your backbone, “Can we cuddle before round two?”

Draco broke into laughs, “Are you up for round two?” meanwhile he carefully made you stand up and took you to the bed. As usual he tucked you under the sheets and then jumped on the mattress, reaching his spot behind you.

“I’m always up for round two with you.”

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[missjaystone]

Inescapable

Summary: Even in the middle of the ocean, your alpha manages to find you, even if it was an accident. Pairing(s): Alpha!Helmut Zemo x Reader Word Count: 3,640 Warning(s): NONCON! DUBCON! A/B/O Dynamics! Forced Claiming! Manipulation! Implied Stalking! Miscarriage mentioned! Death mentioned!

Everything around you froze when you looked up and met a certain pair of brown eyes, a certain sparkle when they looked into yours. The contact was brief before he was led around the corner by the Dora Milaje but it felt like it would never end. You worked on the Raft as a therapist to put as much distance between the two of you as possible but now that he was here, where could you go? The way he smiled at you as he walked by, it wasn't comforting like the first time you'd seen it, it made your heart stop in fear. It made his claiming mark on your neck throb in pain, a reminder of how much power he'd had over you before and how much he'd always have. It reminded you that he was your alpha, whether you wanted him to be or not. The man that passed by you wasn't the man you'd met, he was much worse.

The battle was over, your husband was dead, the child you were growing followed suit not long after you got the news, like he couldn't bear to even be born in a world without his father; you couldn't even blame him, you'd contemplated ending your own life to join your husband in whatever afterlife awaited. You'd just gone back to work after your allotted week of bereavement leave and another week of personal time. You weren't sure if you were ready to go back to work or not, but at the very least it would distract you. The first thing you noticed when stepping into your office were the pictures of you, your husband, and his family. You turned the picture frames face down before you could stare for too long, everyone in the pictures was dead; your husband, your mother and father in law, your two brothers-in-law, everyone.

Your first patient came exactly at 9:30 for their appointment. He was a brown-eyed brunette man of average height, dressed surprisingly nice for a therapy appointment. You greeted him with a soft smile and a handshake. "Welcome, Mr..." you trailed off so he could introduce himself. "Zemo," he answered, his thumb running over your knuckles gently before he let go of your hand and took a seat "Baron Helmut Zemo." "Would you like me to address you as Baron Zemo or Mr. Zemo? Or just simply Helmut if that would make you comfortable?" You asked him. "You can just call me Helmut, Doctor, but thank you for asking," he returned the same sad smile you'd given him when he came in. "Well, Helmut, I'm glad you came in. It's never easy dealing with loss and having someone to talk to is far better than bottling it up. I'm proud of you." He gave a single nod after looking around the office, motioning to the overturned picture on your desk "I thought my friend might be nuts to have referred me here but maybe you understand my pain better than anyone can." You smiled sadly at him "you'd be surprised at how many people understand." You saw his attention drift towards the sweets jar on your desk, holding it out to him "Turkish delight?" He smiled a bit more, this time a little more genuine as he took a piece out "don't mind if I do, Doctor."

After your first appointment, he came back twice a week. He told you about his wife and son, how much it hurt when he finally found their bodies amidst all the rubble. You asked him about his favorite memories with them, trying to make him remember the good times. You asked him about them; his wife's favorite flower or his son's favorite toy, encouraged him to open up about them. Soon he had you talking about your husband and the people you lost. It was amazing how effortlessly he tore down both your professional and emotional walls. He had you falling for him before you even knew you were.

For two months you tried every which way to talk him down off of his growing rage and hatred for the Avengers. You used everything you'd learned in school to make him understand breaking them apart wouldn't bring back his family or make anything better. At the beginning of the third month, he seemed to drop it, and you foolishly thought that was the end of it, that he'd seen reason. He'd slowly been getting bolder during your appointments, asking questions, each more personal than the last but only by a little. One evening, after seeing him for almost four months, he showed up about half an hour after your last appointment of the day, it was about a quarter of six. He was dressed just as nice as he always was, maybe even nicer "I hate to disturb you so late, doctor but may I take you out to dinner this evening? I'd very much like to thank you for these past months; I knew it's your job but I can't imagine what kind of troubled headspace I'd be in if I didn't have you to talk to." He'd asked so politely, how could you refuse? While you gathered your things, you missed the hungry look in his eyes. You missed the way they dragged over your body, the same way a lion looks at his prey. You'd be his omega soon. Whether you wanted it or not. You were his innocent, gentle little lamb and you needed to be protected from other wolves.

Thirty minutes later, the two of you were at his favorite fine dining restaurant in all of Novi Grad. It was fun, the most fun you'd had in months since the battle of Sokovia and the heartbreak that followed. After that first dinner together, it became a more frequent occurrence, usually once a week after his appointment. You were smart, you knew how stupid it was to be dining with the patient so frequently. This professional relationship was becoming close and intimate. He had you on the hook before you could even realize it and pull away. As you began dining with him more, your guard fell. Helmut was no longer your patient, he was your friend, he understood your pains. You began dining together more frequently and then he introduced alcohol into the equation.

When you looked back at everything, you cursed yourself for being so stupid. How could you not see his plan? He was making you comfortable so it'd be easier for him to go in for the kill. Everything you shared with him would get used against you later. Helmut could play your mind like a flute and you let him, you gave him the tools he needed to find your weak spots and exploit them for his own benefit. If he'd crashed into your life and caused as much trouble as he had, you could hate him, but you let him in, welcomed him even and he made himself as comfortable as possible before finally taking what he came for.

Your first night together was gentle and slow, getting to know each other's bodies on such an intimate level. You turned your back to him afterward, eyes watering as the feeling of betrayal settled in the pit of your stomach like a stone. "What's the matter, malo jagnje? Did I hurt you?" He'd asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he looked you over worriedly. You shook your head, quickly wiping your tears before they hit the satin pillow sheets beneath you. "No, it's not you, Helmut," you whispered. "Then what?"  He asked, a worried frown on his face. "I just worry, it feels too soon, like I've already started moving on," you answered with a sniffle. "Nobody mourns the same, jagnje, it's different for everyone. You told me that," he assured you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling your back to his chest.

He repeated everything you'd told him whenever you got emotional. 'Sometimes the best way to honor someone's memory is to find new ways to be happy' 'you can't beat yourself up for being happy without them, this is what they would have wanted' 'nobody can ever replace them but you can't wallow in self-pity forever'. Every piece of advice you gave him was used back against you. The two of you had been seeing each other for two months before you stopped answering his calls and messages. He'd shown up at your apartment when you hadn't returned his messages, worried something had happened to you, that his little side activities trying to destroy the Avengers might have led to you being hurt or captured or worse.

He was relieved to find you alive and well. "You haven't been speaking to me, are you unwell?" He asked after you hesitantly let him inside. "I don't think I can keep doing this, Helmut, I'm sorry," you said in a shaky, quiet voice. His face fell in disappointment "what's the matter? Have I done something? Malo jagnje, please, you can tell me anything you know that," he pleaded, taking your hand only to have it slowly pulled from his grasp.

"It's not you, Helmut," you said as clearly as you could muster, wiping the tears that were already beginning to roll down your cheeks. "Then what is it, moj voljeni? What's happened?" He pleaded for an answer. "It was too soon, I can feel myself forgetting him and I don't want to. I don't want to forget all the time me and Christoph spent imagining and building our future together. I don't want to forget about the baby we almost had, that died inside of me almost as soon as he heard the news of his father's death. I don't want to forget everything he and I had but when I'm with you, I feel the memories slipping away and I'm not ready and I'm so sorry for that Helmut," you told him, sniffling throughout. He stared at you for a long moment after you finished speaking, not saying anything. When he finally did react, he approached you and pressed a kiss to your forehead "I understand, little lamb, and I'll wait for you." With that, he gave you a tight hug, rubbing your back comfortingly as you sobbed into his chest for a bit before he left. You went to sleep that night thinking about how lucky you were to have a confidant like Helmut in your life.

You remembered thinking that was the end of things. He took it well and things would continue as they were before you became sexually involved. No wonder he called you his little lamb, you were too innocent and naive to see the anger in his eyes when you told him you'd stop sleeping together. If you knew then what you knew now, you would have run from the hills, hidden at the north pole. You would have gone to the police and gotten a restraining order or hired a security detail. But you didn't do any of that. You were a lamb being led to the slaughter by no one other than yourself.

Helmut stormed into your office on a night he knew you stayed late to put the week's worth of notes away in their correct files. As fast as he'd appeared, he'd closed and locked the door behind him, watching your stunned form for a reaction. "Helmut?" You barely managed to get his name out before he'd crossed the room, pulling you to him and into a rough kiss. No matter how much you shoved his chest, he only pulled away when he was ready to. He effortlessly picked you up and set you on your desk, already positioning himself between your legs "I've waited for you to realize your mistake, jagnje, but I'll wait no more. I know you love me, омега, you're troubled mind is still reeling from the loss too much to accept it." "Helmut, I don't want this anymore, stop it," you shoved him away but it did little to dissuade him. It only angered him.

He grabbed your jaw tightly and made you look into his eyes; the pools of brown swirls had been replaced by black, lust-blown pupils of a... an alpha going through his rut. It sent waves of panic through your mind but waves of something else to your core. You whimpered when you felt your heartbeat speed up, reacting to the alpha's close, intimidating presence. "Helmut this isn't what you want, this isn't you," you tried to reason despite the rising panic telling you to run. He chuckled darkly "oh, little lamb, this is what I've longed for since before I stepped foot in your office. I caught a whiff of your sweet, scent when you visited the memorial all those months ago and I knew you'd be mine. You might not want to admit it, but your body knows you need an alpha like me to treat you right, keep you safe," he hummed as he ground the growing bulge in his pants against your clothed core. "Helmut-" you started, but his squeezing your jaw harder made you stop immediately. "You'll address me as alpha from now on, little lamb. I'd rather not hurt you but tonight I will make you mine by any means necessary, understood?" He asked, loosening his hold so you could nod, which you did hesitantly.

Pleased, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulled them and your underwear down, a smirk appearing on his features. He pulled your pants completely off and discarded them carelessly, holding your underwear up so you could see just how much you didn't want this; the flimsy black fabric already had a small amount of slick arousal on it. You watched in embarrassed shock and he brought the fabric close and sniffed it, a pleased hum leaving his lips as he tucked them into the pocket of his pants. "I think you do want this little omega, you want to please your alpha don't you?" He asked softly as his hand slowly drifted higher up on your thigh. "You aren't my alpha, Helmut," you said bitterly, ignoring the tears that stung your eyes as you glared daggers at the man you'd considered your friend and confidant. He snarled and dropped his hand to your neck, squeezing until the air barely flowed "but I will me, little lamb. And you'll be my perfect little omega, my perfect girl who'll give me the family we both crave and deserve."

His hand on your thigh finally came in contact with your core which was already soaked and ready for him. He hastily pushed in two of his fingers, curling them as he pulled you into a dominating kiss, nipping your bottom lip enough to bruise. Your denials were muffled by his lips and soon faded into pitiful, needy whines from his unwanted touches. He smiled darkly against your lips when he felt your body arch into him "see, омега? Your body knows what it wants, it's that big beautiful brain of yours that's keeping you down." You shook your head, trying to save any dignity you had left, which was none "I don't want this, Helmut, and I don't want you!" The words felt like acid coming up but his chuckle hurt worse. He was three fingers deep in your cunt, pulling whines and quiet, muffled moans from your lips, he knew you didn't mean that.

When he abruptly pulled his fingers out, you regrettably let out a disappointed whine, another, needier whine following as you watched him suck his fingers clean without break eye contact. It took .2 seconds for him to undo his belt and push his pants and briefs down, stroking his throbbing cock while he looked into your eyes. His hand still holding your wrist remaining just as tight. "I'll always take good care of you, my needy little lamb, you'll never want for anything ever," he promised, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead that didn't match the roughness he used to immediately bury himself to the hilt. He started off with a brutal pace, not giving you any time at all to adjust as he had before. His thrusts were purely animalistic, he was just an alpha trying to knot the omega in front of him amid his own release. He let you bury your face in his chest as an escape for now, whispering the filthiest things you'd ever heard in your life.

"See, little lamb? See how much you need your alpha to make you feel good, make you feel better than good?" He asked when you finally gave up on trying to mentally escape the moment. "N-not my alpha," you stuttered out in between the rough hammering of his hips. He snarled and bared his teeth, eyes darkening even more than you thought possible. "We'll see," he mumbled angrily. He tilted your head and moved your hair out of the way quickly, leaving no time for you to react before he sunk his teeth into your mating gland, his hips faltering a few times before his movements went from thrusts to more a series of rapid ruts as his knot began to inflate. Your pained scream was music to his ears, it was the sound of you becoming his omega, making it so no other alpha alive would dare to so much as breath on you.

When he detached from your shoulder, he again pulled you into a kiss, making sure you could taste the metallic taste of your blood on his lips while the feeling of euphoria from the bite coursed through your veins, reaching every last nerve ending. He let out a pleased groan when he felt your cunt strain around his knot as you came, sending him headfirst into his own climax almost immediately. His face happily buried in your chest as he rode out his orgasm, ropes of his cum painting your walls, reaching your innermost areas while you held onto him for dear life.

Your stifled sobs made him look up, a small frown on his face. "Oh, little lamb, don't cry," he said softly as he wiped your cheeks "I just want to keep you safe from all the wolves in the world, it won't always be this way." He ignored how hard your palm connected to his cheek "you bastard!" He gently picked you up and sat down in your chair, letting you curl up in his lap without dislodging his knot, smirking slightly when he heard your whimper at the shift in position. He soothingly rubbed your back as he held you close, comforting you "it's okay, омега, I'd hoped you'd accept us on your own terms but my rut came early and nobody else will do." You hated this; being reduced to your dynamic, to some cock sleeve for him to use as he saw fit. He'd bound you to him for the rest of your lives and there was nothing you could do about it now, so you curled into his chest and sobbed until you had no more tears.

You recalled the way he stayed with you for the rest of the night, comforting and tending to you. He'd return often, usually every other day to take you out somewhere for a date or just show up at your apartment to do it all over again. You couldn't put up much of a fight, once he was close enough, your omega side came out and you were putty in his hands. And he knew that, and he treasured it. He showered you in gifts; clothes, jewelry, wines, books, everything he could think of. When his visits became few and further in between, you hated the nerves you felt. You hated the way you wondered when he'd come back home to you. You were messed up, and it felt like it was all your doing. You broke your professional rules. You let him into your life. You told him everything he needed to know to get to you. You let him claim you. You were Baron Helmut Zemo's little lamb, and he'd never let you forget it, leaving bruises on your thighs and hickeys on your neck to show any and everyone you were a protected little omega, and woe to anyone who caught your alpha's wrath.

You then had to watch in horror as his actions became known on the news; he'd never given up his plot to destroy the Avengers. He'd succeeded more than he could have ever dreamed of and now, he was in jail. He'd be in jail for the rest of his life. It felt like losing your husband all over again, the pain deep in your heart hurt twice as much now. You practically had to go through detox to get used to life without your Helmut around you. You were still protected by his mark but you'd never get to listen to him shower you with praises while he cleaned you up after sex. You had to get used to a life without being on his arm and you hated yourself for craving his attention and companionship that you'd still claim to hate.

He smiled so happy when they stopped while waiting for the door to open. He spoke in Sokovian so nobody around understood him "izgledaš prelepo kao onog dana kad sam te pogledao, jagnje malo." "What'd he just say?" Your superior asked, looking between the two of you. You felt that familiar stone in the pit of your stomach, he'd have you doing his bidding in no time. You were already wrapped around his finger. You shook your head and looked at your boss "he's mistaken me for someone else." "Jedva čekam da stignem, jagnje," Helmut said with a smirk before he was pulled away by a member of the Dora Milaje, leaving you with a wink.

-malo jagnje - мало јагње - little lamb -jagnje - јагње - lamb -moj voljeni? - мој вољени - my beloved -омега - omega -izgledaš prelepo kao onog dana kad sam te pogledao, jagnje malo - изгледаш прелепо као оног дана кад сам те погледао, јагње мало - you look as beautiful as the day I laid eyes on you, little lamb -Jedva čekam da stignem, jagnje - Једва чекам да стигнем, јагње - I can't wait to catch up, lamb

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 14

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1620

Warnings:  Swearing, bit of violence if you looking very closely

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

So Hi again everyone! one more chapter to go then we're on the first Avenger, I just wanna say thank you to each and everyone of you all for taking the time to sit down and read this, it means the absolute world to me! Anyways I'll shut up, enjoy chapter 14 everyone <3

Now don’t ask me how they did it, but somehow my idiots managed to open my front door without a key, if I wasn’t so pissed at them for getting into a fight for the 5th night in a row, I’d be tearing them a new one for that alone. Completely and uttered annoyed with the pair of em, I may of opened my door with a bit more force than necessary and twatted the back of it on the coat rack, not my best moment but at least nothing broke. I was fully prepared to lose my shit with both of em, but one look of them both sat at the table, covered head to toe in bruises and cuts made all my anger disappear, I can’t be mad at them when they both look absolutely exhausted.

Wordlessly I crossed the landing into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and spare clothes I kept for the boys, setting em down on the dresser just outside my room before heading off to change into my satin pyjamas. It’s times like this that make me so frustrated with them both, I know why they do what they do, they’re trying to make the world a better place in their own way, but I just wished that they wouldn’t do it in a way that put them in danger. Coming back out into the kitchen was almost like walking into a morgue, neither of them said a thing to each other whilst I was gone, the looks their faces absolutely shattered my small, minuscule heart to pieces.

It was pretty easy to see from the slumped shoulders and the way they both avoided eye contact that they were ashamed of what happened tonight, and that made me feel like the biggest piece of shit ever, I trusted these boys with my life, and I know that they would never start a fight if they didn’t have a reason for it. Hell, I didn’t care about the reason why anymore. Without saying a word to them, I went over to the sink and filled a bowl with warm water, I knew that one of em would have got the rags out already, more than likely Buck cause Steve’s short ass can’t reach the cabinet…I’m joking I love him really, but he’s soooo fucking short it’s unreal..

I’d barely had time to put the bowl on the table before Steve started to speak.

“We’re sorry Y/n…Those guys were erm..saying some pretty messed up things about you and I couldn’t help it, I saw red and lost my temper. Be angry with me, not a Buck he was just lookin’ out for me”.

The sigh that left my body couldn’t be helped, as much as I love Steve he couldn’t lie to save his life, though normally I wouldn’t put it past him to start a fight over me, the way Buck reacted made it pretty clear that the hot-headed love of my life started this one, the sharp look he gave for Steve was about as subtle as a sneeze in a silent library. The sudden ache that settled over my chest wasn’t foreign to me one bit, it happened every time I looked at Bucky, as much as I wanted to tell him how I felt I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea, he loves me like a sister and I should be happy with that, I’d rather have that than nothing at all…

“Steve…it’s not that, it’s the fact that you guys would start a fight over something so silly, I love you both to the moon and back, but I don’t care about what people say about me, I’m upset that you put yourselves in danger over me. I’m not worth the trouble it would cause and after the shit I’ve done, it’s not like I don’t deserve it.”

Bucky was silent the whole time, at times he looked like he wanted to disagree but a look from Steve shut it down, we all fell into a comfortable silence after that, which for the 3 of us is pretty fucking weird considering Steve and I are normally annoying the hell outta Bucky, what can I say me, and Steve have amazing singing voices. I stole a quick look at the pair of them, considering they both looked like shit it was actually a very difficult choice about which idiot I should clean up first, then I remembered that Steve has the immune system of an asthmatic grandma, so I dunked his cut-up hands in the warm water a little bit harder than I meant to, but I’d be lying if I said the squeal he let out wasn’t funny.

It really didn’t take me long to get him cleaned up at all, then again I do this like 8 times a week with the moron, you’d think after about 10 split lips the kid would learn his lesson, but apparently not cause he’ll be back at it in the morning. I need to start charging him for medical supplies, I’m practically a hospital at this point. As Steve stood up to leave, he paused and looked towards me with his sad puppy eyes, and I’m no monster so of course I gave him a hug, thank god he’s not as short as when were kids or his face would be right in my chest region, I don’t think an accidental motorboat is on his list of top 10 things to do. With one final look from Buck, Stevie boy took his clothes and went into the spare room, leaving us both to talk which could take a while cause we’re both stubborn asses. Que the awkward silence….

“I am sorry Doll…I just couldn’t stand back and hear those assholes talk about you like that. I love ya too much for that…”

Okay ouch, the sister zoning wasn’t necessary Barnaby.

I knew in my heart I meant every single word he said, Bucky was never the one to start the fights unless it was over his family and I understand that I do, if I were in the same position I’d do the sae for them. The dejected sigh that left me wasn’t missed by him, I chose to ignore his reaction to it and moved closer to him, the cuts on his hands were a little deeper than Steve’s, not that it stopped me from slamming his hands into the hot water as a tiny bit of revenge. Because I’m such a nice person, I chose to ignore the hiss of pain and glare directed at me from my good ol’ Bucky boy, plus I was focusing on cleaning his cuts.

“Buck…I don’t need you to say sorry, I understand why you did it, I just hate that you can be so careless about your own safety, what if you get into a fight whilst I’m working, and something happens? I’d never be able to forgive myself that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most, I love you and Steve so so much, but it hurts me to see you do this to yourselves….”.

The time we spent sat together was lost to me, Bucky didn’t say anything after that and left me to clean his hands whilst he got lost in his thoughts, not that I minded. It’s the times like these that help me realise just how much pressure he puts on himself, it’s like he has to be the one to hold up the weight of the world, but he doesn’t realise he doesn’t have to do it by himself and it breaks my heart. But I wished that he didn’t tilt his head down when he’s feeling sombre and sad because I can’t see his fucking face, it kinda makes cleaning his cuts a bit hard ya know ? Reluctantly I stood up and went back to the sink, the rag I used to clean his hands was beyond filthy at this point and I don’t really fancy wiping ouch juice all over his face, by the time I’d turned back around Buck had his head in his hands.

You know it’s bad when he’s like this, Buck never lets anyone see just how much stress he’s under, the only other person that’s ever seen him in this state is Steve, I moved back over to him and placed the rag back down on the table, my main focus now being cheering up my Bucky. As it turns I didn’t have to do much, once he saw my shadow in front of him, his head lifted automatically as his eyes searched mine, the level of exhaustion in his eyes was almost enough to make me cry, I couldn’t help the hand that reached out to cup his cheek, nor the other hand that began to run through his hair. It was almost like I put him under a spell, Buck’s eyes closed in relief as his head fell forward to rest on my upper stomach, at some point his looped his arms around my waist to pull me closer to him, I couldn’t help but pepper the top of his head in small kisses to try and cheer him up.

This is the part of him I love the most, the moments where he isn’t afraid to let his guard down and for once let someone help him, to take the burden off his shoulders and relax for a while, even if he doesn’t love me the way I love him, I still wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He has and always will be my home….nothing can or will change that.

And that's Number 14 done and dusted, let me know what you all think, thank you for reading!

All My Love,

Rose xxx

@purelydarling

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 24 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Words Count: 7.3k ripppp

TW: SMUT BABY IT’S ALL YOURS

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I woke up to Jimin giving me soft kisses on my lips. I was vaguely aware of it at first until my brain was slowly waking up and my first instinct was to push him away and immediately covering my mouth with my hand.

“Go away, I have morning breath.” I mumbled, eyes still shut tight.

I heard him chuckling. And the kisses went everywhere- from my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and finally the crown of my head.

“Get up, sleepyhead. We’ve a lot of place to go today.”

“Do we..?” I muttered while my eyes were slowly opening. I was surprised to see Jimin already showered, smelling so heavenly, dressed in black turtleneck- god he looked so handsome. What a wonderful thing to wake up to.

“Yes we are. So get your ass up now.”

And so an hour later, we kicked off our little trip in Tokyo. Jimin seemed like he knew Tokyo like the back of his hand. It’s such a beautiful city. While it was modern, the nature was never left behind and every view was a scenery.

He took me to several hotspots, becoming a dedicated photographer for me in the mean time, we had lunch at an exquisite restaurant in which case, by the way, I saw with my own two eyes Jimin being hit on by a Japanese girl. I happened to witness it while I exited the restaurant later than Jimin since I went to the washroom and asked him to wait outside.

He must’ve stood out, he always does with his charisma and god-tier sex appeal.

I stood at the threshold as I watched the girl shyly approached him, conversations exchanged with Jimin listening intently then laughing with her which does something to my heart. But then when the girl tried to reach for her phone, I saw him bowing his head, said something, then turned around, his eyes meeting mine.

I froze, clearly caught watching them.

Jimin remained polite as he made a small gesture pointing towards me, making the girl flustered and she bowed several times saying presumably ‘I’m sorry’ before going away.

“Why are you just standing there?” He asked, head tilting slightly to the side.

I cleared my throat then just proceeded to walk past him. I was aware of him watching me intently.

“You’re going the wrong way, though.” He said from behind me and I froze.

I heard him laughing then my hands were clasped in his as he pulled me towards his direction.

“Cold?” He asked, noticing me shivering. We were at Roppongi Hills’ observatory deck with Tokyo’s breathtaking nightview laid to see. The sky was getting darker though it was barely six in the evening, winter making the daylight shorter. The cold breeze made me shiver although I was already wearing a scarf around my neck and layers of clothes.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.”

He just watched me, perhaps waiting for another shiver running down my spine. Then he pulled me close.

“Jimin! We’re in public!” I scolded when his face was dangerously close to mine.

“Who cares?” He smiled naughtily. Then he just pulled me into a hug. “I’m just trying to make you warm. My poor girl is cold. Can’t let her be cold.” He said then he pulled back, only to turn me around so he was backhugging me. I remained silent as we both stood there, appreciating the view.

“Jimin..” I called.

He hummed.

“Why did you bring me here?”

He drew a breath before exhaling slowly, almost like a sigh. “I just want to make you happy.. you know, give you a bit of a distraction, maybe.”

My heart swelled hearing his words. Then I turned around and gave him a peck on his cheeks, making him blush even in the midst of the cold weather.

We went down to eat after that, the building filled with lavish restaurant and shopping malls. It was still early when we finished dinner, perhaps around eight in the evening and Jimin asked if I wanted to go sightseeing nearby area since we still have time before it gets too late but I just shook my head, asking if we can just head back instead.

“Babe.. you okay?” He moved closer, hands finding mine to lace with it immediately. His gaze on me was soft. We were in the back of the car, on our way back to the suite.

I felt guilty almost instantly. I had a wonderful date with Jimin today and I knew he did all that he could to make me happy or simply just putting a smile on my face but I can’t shake off the heavy feelings in my chest. I smiled but it doesn’t reach my eyes. I knew he was well aware of it too and that hurt me more.

I was.. unsure of everything that’s going on in my life right now. I love Jimin, a lot, yes but I live in the reality. What is to come after this?

“Just.. tired.” I gave him a small smile and he brought my hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. I remained silent the rest of the ride back, the feeling of unease gnawing in my stomach and part of it was due to my own aloofness towards Jimin. I sighed. I really am was twisted in my own way.

When we arrived, I took off my scarf and discarded my winter jacket, leaving me in just my cream turtleneck and black jeans. Jimin was behind me as he put down all of the shopping bags from the shopping haul we did (mostly Jimin who bought stuffs for me that I had to ask if we’re migrating to Japan).

“Jimin, what’s this..?” I stood at the bedroom’s threshold, blinking rapidly as I took in the view in front of me. The room was dimly lit, bedsheet changed- it was all shiny of satin, romantic decor pieces were everywhere- rows of litted candles on the floor on each side of the bed and rose petals literally all over the bed.

The romantic setting took me by surprise and I failed to contain a gasp when Jimin appeared beside me, tugging my hands and bringing me closer to the bed. We both stood at the end of the bed and I gulped, having completely no idea of what’s to come. My pulse raced.

He stood there, just watching me intently for a moment, both of his hands still holding mine firmly. “I.. I knew I’ve upset you a lot and everything seemed overwhelming.. and there’s a lot on your mind right now.. but I just want you to know that I want to be your safe space.. I want to be your source of distraction or the one to make all your worry go away.” He said carefully and my heart never thumped so fast. “Yesterday.. you asked why didn’t I tell you first about the proposal and all that and I felt guilty because I knew it was wrong and that you deserve all the hearts and flowers. So I want to make it right as soon as possible.”

He dropped to his knee in front of me, together with my lung that I swore I wasn’t breathing at that moment.

“Kim Hana, my love, my life, my baby.” He winked at that last endearment though I couldn’t bring myself to react since my body went into shock the moment he dropped to his knee. “I love you, a lot. And ever since I met you I’ve changed a lot and it was all for the better. And so I’m here, on my knee, asking you to love me back for the rest of your life and I’ll do the same. This might look stupid but..” he held my hand, and pulled out the ring he put on when he proposed yesterday and held it close to my fourth finger, ready to put it back on again. Then he took a breath before finally uttering the words. “Marry me?”

I think I stood frozen for I don’t know how long. And then suddenly everything seemed to flash like images in my mind, the encounter with Yoo Nara and her words saying I’ll never be good enough echoing in my mind, the deal between Jimin and his father.. the sick memory of my own father leaving my mother.. It all suddenly felt too much, my vision clouded and I felt tears slowly dropping.

“What about your dad..? And the deal..?” I said, now soaked through tears. “You.. you’ve thought about this through.. right?” I asked and when he frowned, I continued, “You’re not being forced into marriage or something like that right..?”

To my surprise, he laughed. “God- honestly you’re so adorable. Is that what you’re worried about..?” I nodded. “Marrying you would make me the happiest man alive.. why would I be forced to do something like that..? I love you, you idiot. And I wanna marry you because I want to take care of you for the rest of my life, so hurry up and give me an answer since my knee is going to give out soon.”

“Oh.” Oh! “I’m-“ I tried forming coherent words with face still full of tears, blinking rapidly to clear my vision and when my eyes are met with him smiling at me- “Yes.. yes.. I’m.. I’ll marry you, I love you so much-“ I said as I went down on my knee to throw my arms around him, pulling him close.

Jimin laughed, flustered from the sudden hug and his ignored ring. But he was quick to reply to my hug, running smooth circles behind my back while his other hand held my face, stroking my head in soft, soothing pace and I can’t help the tears again that I broke into a sob.

When I pulled away, I was still sobbing. Jimin looked at me with adoring gaze and brought his hands up to wipe the tears on my cheeks. “Aigoo you silly thing.”

I only stared back at him in utter fondness because I literally love him so much, it’s almost overwhelming. My eyes threatened to well up again just by looking at him so I distracted myself by taking his hand that’s holding the ring down to stare at it.

“Give me your hand. Need to put the ring on that finger.” He grinned at me. I held out my hand nervously nevertheless and he slid the finger in effortlessly on my fourth finger. Looking clearly at the ring again this time,

It was simply stunning.

Jimin knew I don’t like fancy or lavish jewellery so instead he picked the one with minimal design for me though the diamond told me the price was nothing short of cheap. He produced another one from his pocket but this time it was the men’s design.

“Put it on me?”

And with another tear threatening, I nodded and took it from his hand. God, I’m an emotional mess right now. Drawing a breath, I shakily put the ring on his finger and I swore his expression after that was one I would die for. He beamed so happily at me, eyes completely gone from his huge smile, his teeth flashing.

“I.. I love you so much.” I said and caressed his cheek.

“And I love you, baby.” He stood up then brought me to sit at the foot of the bed, our knees meeting.

“I was just worried..” I confessed as I stared at him. “While we were at the party.. Yoo Nara came up to me.. she told me that I’ll never be good enough for you..” I noticed Jimin stiffening at the mention of her name. “And that’s when she mentioned about your deal with your father.. and it worries me if you’re forced into this marriage..”

“Sshh.. don’t say that. Don’t even think about it. I love you and there’s nothing being forced about that. Personally I think it’s even better that I can marry you earlier so I can keep other guys from hitting on you.”

I smacked his shoulders and he laughed.

He leant in closer, lips very slightly brushing against my earlobe, making me shudder. “And so that I can make love to you.. every night, every morning.. or every second.” He whispered.

My breathing suddenly became erratic so I pushed his shoulder at arms length, trying to make space between us before I became even messier. “Pervert.” I accused and he only chuckled in response. “And you still haven’t ask for my mom’s permission. So this is still invalid.” I said, holding my hand up to show my ring.

He then took my hand and just smiled slyly. “I already did.” He said simply and burst out laughing seeing my expression looking completely aghast. “When I first met your mom.. at your house.. while you were showering, I had a long conversation with her about you. I told her sincerely about my feelings towards you. And even before that.. I’ve made it clear towards my parents that I don’t want to marry Nara. I’ve always known about my fate, to inherit the company and continue the family’s legacy, marry the girl of their choice. So I just ask for some leniency, since I would have to marry anyway, can’t they just let me marry someone that I love? And so the moment I talked to your mother, I told her about all this and the possibility that I might have to propose to you sooner rather than later. And she seemed accepting enough which I was very thankful for. And then before the charity dinner my parents held, I went to see her and officially asked for her permission to ask for your hand in marriage. And she said yes as long as you agree.” His hands brushed my knuckles softly.

“I..” Wow. That was a lot to take in.. Silence fell upon us for a few beats as I processed everything Jimin said. Then I hit his arms and his look was of utter surprise. “You sly thing! And here I thought I’d be smacked to death by my mom at any second!”

He burst out laughing. “I know her blessing’s important to you.. so I knew I had to ask her first.” His fingers played the ring on my finger.

I glared at him but I can’t ignore the swell of my heart. Jimin really did go to such extent just to make sure everything was right for me. I’m literally the luckiest girl in the world.

“I’m sorry.. for being so out of it since yesterday.. It felt too much and I still felt hurt from losing Jungkook, my friend who I’ve thought-“

“Sshhh-“ He cut me with his index finger on my lips. “Don’t think about it anymore, okay?”

I nodded and with a determined stare towards him, I pulled him closer to me then kissed him on the lips- fierce and determined to tell him everything that I was afraid of and him- answering with the same force of determination as if to say that everything would be alright as long as we have each other.

It wasn’t long until the kiss escalated into something more intense and desire started to spread like wildfire inside me.

His tongue started becoming insistent to enter my mouth and I granted access almost instantly. His kiss was hard, lips mashed against mine as if trying to destroy me. He broke the kiss, allowing me to catch my breath only to suck at my bottom lip fervently making me squirm on the inside.

“God- I want you.. so bad.” His intention was clear as day when he started planting open mouth, wet kisses on my jaw and my neck. I tried to stifle a moan, biting my bottom lip while tilting my head to give him better access. He seemed to appreciate the gesture as he started licking the expanse of my neck and the crook of it that lead to my shoulder, his hot breath against mine. I was vaguely aware of his hands that started almost innocently on the hem of my shirt till it sneaked inside, palm resting flat on my hip.

He went back to kissing me on the lips as his canvas on my neck was limited due to my turtleneck top. He pushed me gently towards the bed and I lifted my feet off the floor, obediently following his gesture as I crawled on my back towards the top of the bed until my back landed flat on pillows.

“Let’s get this off you.” He said in between kisses and proceeded to take off my shirt, leaving me bare with only my laced black bra. “God- I’m so lucky to be the only person able to see this.”

I blushed and bit my lips. He leant back in to take me by the mouth again, hands now roaming towards my breast, giving tugs and squeezes over my bra.

I hummed in pleasure when he groped my breasts hard, feeling my nipples hardening underneath. I arched my back as soon as his hands made its way to my back and with expertise, unhooked my bra, pulling it from me, leaving my breasts bare without anything concealing it anymore.

Jimin wasted no time diving in and showing his appreciation with his tongue and sneaky bites on my nipples, laving at them like a man starved leaving me breathless and a hot mess, writhing underneath him. His expert work on my breasts, sucking and fondling them made my body squirm and yearning for more.

He straddled himself on top of me, lowering himself enough to let me know of his hardened member that’s pushing against my clothed core.

The sound of his sinful lips were enough to make me quiver and I unintentionally tried to squeeze my thigh, making Jimin groaned in response.

He pulled his lips away and I saw his eyes dark and lidded with lust. “You’re eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered and tried to close my legs again, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Jimin.

“Then let’s get this one down here, off too.” He said and staring at me, he worked his way through the button of my jeans and eased it from my legs as soon as I lifted my hips. “Hmm, someone’s already wet.. down here.” I gasped when I felt Jimin’s finger grazed my clothed core. I moaned deeply in pleasure when he started rubbing circles over my clothed clit.

I arched my back, supporting my body on both my elbows. “Jimin stop teasing me.”

He smirked. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He said, hands still teasing me relentlessly, applying force every now and then causing me to curl my fingers on the bed sheets underneath.

“Jimin, I want you..” I whimpered.

He chuckled in response, though his breathing was slightly labored, clearly affected by my response to his touch. “I love how you respond to every single of my touch.. makes me wanna tease you more.” Before I could say anything, Jimin pulled my underwear aside and without warning inserted his index finger inside. It entered almost without obstacle since I was already so wet for him.

“God- you’re so fucking wet already and we haven’t really start the game yet.” He grinned, looking pleased with my responsiveness. Then his expression changed, gaze heavy with lust, he bit his lips. “Fuck- I can’t wait to taste you.”

His deft finger started to move inside me, rocking back and forth and not long until he inserted another and I moaned in utter pleasure from the intrusion.

“You like that, huh baby?”

I nodded frantically, eyes shut closed as I immerse in pleasure.

“You like my fingers better or my cock better?”

My head that was lolled back just now snapped back to find his gaze. He can’t be seriously asking that question? But when I found no trace of playfulness in his expression, I desperately answer, “B-both-“ the same time his fingers pushed itself to my core, hitting my G-spot. He didn’t stop there- his fingers worked in hard, fast pace, constantly pushing to the hilt making my stomach knot from the building pressure. “Fuck fuck fuck Jimin- I’m-“

“You close baby?” He asked, though he and I both knew he didn’t have to. He knew my body like the back of his hand, perhaps better than me.

Jimin wasted no time increasing his pressure, his fingers expertly trying to unravel the knot in my stomach and when his other hand reached out to press over my breast, groping it with force, I came undone from his ministrations with a loud scream of his name.

Jimin’s fingers was still inside me while I came down from my high, tight fingers clutching the satin sheets slowly uncurling and body wilting. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with wanting gaze while he slowly took his fingers out.

“I don’t think..” he brought his fingers to his face, “I’ll ever get tired of seeing you cum,” he licked his own fingers. His fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. God- I swear Jimin licking his fingers that were soaked with my arousal was the hottest image I’d ever seen.

Unknowingly, I gulped as I watched him intently.

Jimin, never missing any of my body gesture, held his hand out to me. “You wanna have a taste of yourself too?”

I nodded and leaned forward eagerly, taking his fingers completely in my mouth. I hummed in pleasure when I tasted my own salty arousal. I watched Jimin’s expression and seeing his eyes trained on my lips on his fingers, I put my hands over his and started agressively sucking on his fingers, doing it how I would do it with his cock. I watched his expression becoming harder, his jaw tight as he swallowed. I held my tongue out and slowly licked his fingers before I rammed it back inside my mouth and start fucking it. Jimin’s lips parted, no doubt imagining if it was his cock instead.

“Fuck- if you’re so eager to suck, you just have to tell me.” He said, yet not doing anything to stop my teasing act.

And then while hollowing my cheeks completely, I took his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. With a seductive gaze on him, I licked my lips as if challenging him.

Jimin swallowed but remained calm while his finger started to unbutton his shirt one by one, slowly revealing his skin. My heart rate picked up, eager to see him no matter how many times I’ve seen him naked. I leant back against the headboard, watching him as if he’s doing some strip show. When he finally pulled the shirt off him, he crawled towards me and with a slight force pulled me so I was now on top of him while he had his back against the headboard.

“Undress me.” He commanded and I’ve never been so eager to comply. The sexual tension getting higher with Jimin being dominant in bed like this that my hands were almost trembling when I got to the button of his jeans. Aware of him watching me like a hawk, I decided to tease him by palming him over his jeans.

He sucked a breath then narrowed his eyes at me. “Did I say you could tease?”

I only smiled at him playfully but decided not to further act on it. I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulled his zipper and eased him out of his jeans together with his Calvin Klein boxer. I could feel myself getting excited seeing his hard rock erection against his stomach it was almost embarrassing. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing his glorious cock- strained with veins, red at the tip which looked so mouth-watering to be licked-

“Suck it.” He growled, obviously affected by my intense staring. If I wasn’t so eager to suck him though, I would’ve flushed crimson for being so thirsty of his cock. Not wasting any time, I dived down to wrap my fingers fully around his cock, causing him to hiss at the contact.

He watched me carefully as I ran my fingers up and down his length, slightly surprised that the act is turning myself on more when it should’ve only been Jimin’s. Meeting his gaze, I stroked him a few more times before adjusting my position, knees obediently in between his spread out legs, arching my body to lean down close towards his length before finally, finally taking its head in my mouth. The act had the both of us groaning in pleasure.

I would love to take my time appreciating his beautiful cock but I was thirsty for it and a bit too eager to please him. So when I pulled my mouth back out, I gathered as much saliva and used my hands to spread them all over. Then, with my hand firmly clasped on the bottom of his length, I began taking him in my mouth.

I fell into a quick repeated motion, bobbing up and down and cheeks hollowed to suck the skin of it.

“Argh- fuck-“ Jimin groaned. He moved forward very slightly just so he could reach my hair and held it up. I sucked him even more enthusiastically, increasing my pace and trying to take as much of him in my mouth. As I did so, Jimin’s other hand stroked my head as he watch his cock being swallowed each time by my mouth. Groaning with cursive words, his head then tilted backwards and his hand that was holding my hair was now holding my head firmly and started to guide me. His hips also began to thrust upwards to meet my mouth and I was sure he was getting closer.

“Shit fuck baby I’m gonna cum-“

With the last of his thrust, he pulled himself out of my mouth and I was quick to offer him my chest, breast on full display for his canvas. “Cum on me baby,” I urged which caused another curse to leave his mouth and with a few strokes of his cock, warm hot seeds spurted right onto my breasts and he continued to palm himself through his orgasm, milking out everything out of him.

He opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of my boobs smeared with his cum and me smearing them all over.

“Ah dirty girl.” He smirked, eyes glinting between awe and amusement.

“Only for you.” I winked then pulled myself up to kneel in front of him. Putting both of my hands on each side of his shoulder, I pushed him back so he was leaning against the headboard. “Let me ride you baby.” I told him seductively.

“God- fuck you’re so hot.” He groaned when I moved myself to place both knees on each side of his hips, my sex ghosting over his erection.

I pulled at it, guiding it towards my entrance elliciting a curse from Jimin’s mouth as soon as its head made contact with my wet pussy.

I too couldn’t deny the sensational feeling of his hard rock erection brushing against me. Closing my eyes, I continued to stroke his cock up and down against the lips of my womanhood, shudding in pleasure just by the thought of it finally entering me.

Jimin, unable to contain anymore, put his hands on both cheeks of my ass, squeezing it slightly. “Babe come on. Sink down on me.”

I opened my eyes then. Staring determinedly with eyes full of lust, I slowly sank down onto him making the both of us groan. I froze when his head entered mine, eyes almost rolling to the back as the frenzied feeling of his length inside me consumed me. It was a wonder how I still need time to adjust to his length even after all the times we’ve had sex and even after I’ve cummed from his fingering skills.

I bit my lip as I tried hard to focus on the task at hand, my breath heavy. Then I moved, further sinking down on him and taking his whole length inch by inch.

“Oh my god-“ I panted breathlessly as I felt him stretching me to the core when I’m fully sat on him. He always seemed to grow in size seeing how I always seemed unready for him. I clenched around him when the pleasure seemed overwhelming that I felt like combusting right at the spot.

“Fuck- you’re so tight.” Jimin groaned, his grip on my ass tightening.

I struggled to find support and ended up settling the palms of my hand on his firm chest and the other on his shoulder. Then slowly, I raised myself up, clutching Jimin hard from how good it felt.

Jimin’s head lolled backward slightly as he sucked a deep breath. “Jesus fuck- how do you feel so good?” He told through gritted teeth.

Not long after that, I started to pick up my pace, sinking back down onto him till the curves of my ass hit the apex of his firm thighs and rising again, almost completely off off him before sitting again.

I’ve always loved riding Jimin, it gave me such sense of power to make the both of us come undone. It’s the way his cock would reach the hilt of my core each time that gave me unparallel amount of pleasure and had my eyes rolling to the back from the sheer feeling.

My grip on both his shoulders now became tougher which Jimin didn’t seem to mind as I felt the building sensation starting to consume me whole, drawing me closer to the edge of precipice in each second.

One of Jimin’s hand went towards my breast, kneading it immediately with force and sending a surge of thrill that had my head tilting backwards. He groped it harshly, elliciting a loud moan from me. “Fuuuck- I love it so much when you ride me baby.” He growled between heavy breathing, his eyes almost losing focus from the ecstasy, his bottom lip bitten so hard it could draw blood. “You look so gorgeous and so fucking sexy every time you ride me- shit fuck-“ he leaned in closer, closing the gap between his face and my chest as his mouth went towards my breast to suckle roughly on them, leaving bites and marks of his ministrations. His hands were now placed firmly on my back as his tongue continued to flick and suck my hardened nipples. I continued doing my best to go up and down his length but I knew my own stamina was not going to last to thrust any faster.

Jimin knew from my slowing pace that I was getting exhausted so he took over and started thrusting upwards in a fast pace, making me scream his name.

“Jimin- Jimin-“ I chanted his name between breathlessness, letting him know that I was getting closer.

He pulled out right then and I whined from the lost of him inside me. “Come baby, I wanted to try this for so long.” He held his hand out to me as he kneeled, making my brows furrow in confusion. Nevertheless, I placed my hands in his and I squeaked in surprise as he swiftly pulled me off the bed and took me to the window.

“J-Jimin?” He didn’t say anything as he pushed my body towards the window that oversees the glorious night view of Tokyo, my back flushed against his and my breasts pressed against the cold glass.

“I’ve always had this fantasy of fucking you against the window where everybody can see you naked and you taking my cock so willingly.” He ran his hand over my hair tenderly as if to calm me down before his fingers raked my hips, pulling it back slightly so he could align his cock against my entrance.

Fuck- this was so hot. Jimin was going to fuck me against this window and the mere thought of it made a gush of arousal escape my heated sex.

“This turns you on, huh? I knew you’ve always been into public sex ever since you fucked me in the parking lot..” he whispered near my ears, making me shiver from the cold as well as his words. I flushed crimson in embarassment. Perhaps I do have that kink.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good against this window.. and everyone’s gonna see you cumming so hard..” he bit my earlobe and before I could reply with anything, his hip slammed against me and I gasped at the feeling of his cock entering me deeply.

He dragged me back slightly by the hip before ramming his cock back in me harshly that I had to place the palms of my hand on the window for support.

“Oh God fuck Jimin, this feels so good oh God-“ I moaned.

“Yeah? You love being fucked roughly like this, don’t you?” He pulled me back once again by the hip so I was bending over to give him better angle for him to fuck me mercilessly. “Hold tight baby,” he warned. Then, using his thigh to spread my legs further, he placed his hands on each side of my waist to hold me firmly before roughly snapping his waist against me making me whimper.

“You look so fucking gorgeous- agh shit-“ he tilted his head backwards as his hip worked relentlessly into me, burying his cock deep inside me and hitting my G-spot with each thrust. The lewd sound of my behind slapping against his thighs filled the bedroom and I went closer to orgasm with each thrust.

His hips snapped savagely against me while his fingers digged even deeper into my sides, holding it tightly I wonder if it would leave bruises. He continued to slam again and again, each snap harder than before making my legs quiver as time goes on and my hands on the window slipping lower from lack of energy.

The pressure in my stomach increased, edging closer and closer from Jimin’s ruthlessness. “Jimin, Jimin, I’m gonna cum-“

“Fuck me too baby-“ he continued with his thrust, not losing his pace as he thrusted even faster. He pulled me by the shoulder so I was no longer bending but standing straight against the window, my forehead making contact with the glass while my breasts pressed roughly against it as well.

He continued pounding into me, lips close to my ears almost kissing it and when his hand travelled towards my clit, rubbing the surface in rushed circles, pushing me closer to the edge, I screamed his name as the most intense orgasm ripped through me.

I was unable to form any coherent words as the orgasm washes over me, my head lolled backward as the pressure subsided. I was too occupied with riding out my orgasm that I was vaguely aware of Jimin still thrusting behind me. He had changed his pace- no longer as fast as before, it turned into a slow grinding which only turned to serve him being able to thrust the deepest he could inside me, hitting me straight to the hilt.

“Fuck fuck fuck shit I’m so close-“ he panted. I clenched against him and that was when I heard him groan harshly and then hot seeds spurted inside me as Jimin reached his own orgasm.

“God babe-“ he cursed and swallowed deeply before taking large breath to steady his own breathing.

My legs quivered from the intense orgasm and my hands slipped from the window, making me almost stumble if Jimin didn’t slip his hands immediately under my arms to hold me steady.

“You okay baby?” He asked, leaning close to pepper kisses on the side of my head.

“I can’t stand anymore.” I confessed. He smiled fondly before pulling out of me then lifting me bridal style and placed me back gently on the bed. He crawled on top of me and took my lips in his in a passionate and soothing lip lock.

He pulled back slightly, sweaty forehead against mine. “Babe..”

“Hmm..?”

He pulled himself even further, allowing me to get a good look on him. He brushed strands of my hair that’s stuck on my sweaty forehead to the side. “I’m not done yet with you.”

My eyes widened and that’s when I felt the protruding of his erection against my stomach. “You’re kidding!” I gasped.

He smiled before beginning peppering kisses on my cheeks, down to my jaw. “I’m insatiable for you darling. Think you can go another round?” He gave kitten licks on my lips and I unknowingly parted them.

“I- I don’t think I can.” My legs were already weak and I was sure I was going to suffer from overstimulation if Jimin continued his ministrations though it doesn’t seemed effective as his sinful lips now moved towards my neck, licking and sucking it, leaving bruising lovebites.

“Jimin-“ I called him in warning as his hand wandered dangerously close to my clit as his lips hover over my swollen breast. I honestly thought I wouldn’t be able to handle anymore stimulation from Jimin but then my body unconsciously arched as his fingers started rubbing the lips of my pussy up and down. I was already sore down there but his expert fingers were so good, coaxing me in calming manner after the rough session just now making me moan in pleasure.

“See? Your body can still take it.” He said as I blushed abashed when I felt my own arousal starting to pool again. I whimpered as he started pushing teasing fingers inside me, only putting the tip of them, making me whimper wantonly.

His lips that was licking my nipples suddenly went away together with his fingers in between my thigh. Before I could process it, he was spreading my legs and placing it on top of his shoulders as he crouched down between them, face against my warm heat.

“Fuck you look so tasty-“ was the only thing he said before he delved into my pussy, all tongues out to send me into an overdrive once again earning a gasp from me. His nose was practically brushing against my clit as his tongue delved deeper into me, swirling and swiping everywhere making a gush of liquid spill and Jimin hummed in appreciation. He continued to lave his tongue on my swollen lips and I struggled to keep a cry from my mouth as my body now jerked in response to Jimin who seemed determined to taste my arousal to the core.

His tongue was torturous, pushing me to the limit slowly and steadily. He looked up at my flushed form, body aching in need just like how he wanted. He pulled away then, only to straddle me once again, the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive clit making me groan. Jimin seemed satisfied with the amount of liquid I was producing, his eyes full of lust as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance, coating it with my arousal.

Then, once he was satisfied enough, he teased his cock at my entrance, making me curse.

He chuckled. “Just relax, baby. I wanna make love to you.. so I’ll take over from here.” He said, smirking down at me though his breathing was slightly ragged as if he couldn’t hold it anymore. Giving his own cock a few pumps, his sharp breath was the only warning before he buried himself deep inside me, hitting straight to my cervix on first thrust. My eyes blowned wide as I screamed his name, tears threatening from the overstimulation.

One of his hand found the headboard for support while his other held me firmly on my shoulder as he pull back almost completely before snapping back in with such force, making me jolt slightly.

He started to pick up his pace, his hip slamming against mine as he thrusted mercilessly, leaving me a whimpering mess. The obscene sound of our skin lapping and him grunting in each thrust as well as my little squeaks as he held me at his mercy filled the bedroom.

And then he slowed down, grinding against me with slow and calculated move but his cock still managed to fill me completely with his girth. He lowered himself slightly, aligning his face so I could see him clearly.

“God I love you.. so so much.. I can’t wait to marry you baby.” He said and it was clear of the utter adoration in his eyes.

My tears that was threatening just now slipped through.

Jimin’s face turned alarm. “Babe..? Baby why are you crying..?” His hand went to cup my cheeks tenderly, his thrust coming to a halt.

“Because.. I love you.. I love you so much Jimin.. I just want to thank you for everything.. you mean so much to me..” I sobbed his name. It seemed so out of place to cry during sex but I had no idea myself why I had such sudden overwhelming of feelings. It just suddenly hit me like a truck that I’m so in love with Jimin I felt it was necessary to tell him right then and there.

Jimin’s shoulder sagged slightly from relief. Perhaps relieved that he didn’t do something that hurt me. His thumb went to my cheeks to wipe my tears and caressing them. “You’re so adorable I love you so much.” He said before leaning to close the gap between our bodies, his hands going towards my back, hugging me close and I mirrored his act. He pressed a soft lingering kiss on my lips before his hips started moving again, grinding slowly and building the pressure in me again. I whined as my toes started to curl when Jimin started to pick up his pace.

He moved faster, hips snapping mercilessly against mine once again, persuading me to another orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening with each thrust. He held me even closer and I took his lips in mine to kiss him passionately which he gladly returned.

“I love you.” He mumbled between kisses.

“I love you too.”

And with that, his hips snapped harder, ramming his cock deep inside me and we both knew the both of us were nearing our peak. The squelching sound of my beyond wet pussy and our skin lapping driving us nearer to a state of bliss. I kissed him harder, teeth clashing and tongue fighting for dominance and he replied the same, moaning and grunting into the kiss until we both reached our peak at the same time. Our lips still connected, bodies tight against each other, my breasts completely pressed by him, our hips still meeting as we both rode our orgasm, a gush of liquid rushing through me while Jimin’s seeds spurted in me for the second time that night.

It was only after our breathing had slowed and Jimin was done thrusting his last few seeds, milking himself completely as I clenched around his cock that our lips parted. He held his forehead against mine, both of us still struggling to catch our breath.

“I love you.” He said softly.

I hummed. “And I love you, bad boy.”

“Bad boy?” He chuckled.

“Yes, my bad boy.” I smiled against his nose.

He kissed me again, our bodies still tangled and that’s when I realized that I wanted to be with Jimin till the day I die. All sorts of insecurities that I had was no longer there. I believe in him. And I’m going to believe in myself as well. Our roads in the future may be uncertain but I’m willing to give it all if it’s with Jimin.

“Forever?” I heard him asking.

“Forever.”

THE END. POSTED ON 210321 10:00PM

WELL I CANT BELIEVE IM DONE WITH THIS STORY! To be honest with yall, I’ve finished writing this a long time ago but haven’t proof read and it takes so long for me to post because I don’t really wanna read it again because I find it cringe to write what I wrote especially after some time has passed hahaha. So tips to everyone out there, if you wrote something, just put it out there! Proofread *or not* LATER! Because you might not put it out there like, forever haha. Anyways, just wanna say thank you to anyone who read the whole series. This is honestly my first time writing a whole story, with an ending (mind you i never get to the ending haha) so I would like to apologise for all my shortcomings, flaws and other forms of criticisms haha. I solely started this because of my passion in writing and of course, my overwhelming love towards Jimin and all of BTS xD Thank you for staying till the end! I’ll come back with better work in the future <3

[httpjeon]

— 08. bunny blues 8: instincts | yoongi & jungkook  (m.)

yoongi/reader/jungkook — feat. hybrid!taehyung | fluff, smut | hybrid!au

wordcount: 3.1k

 contents: dirty talk, size kink, virgin kink if u squint, praise kink, possessive!jk, fingering, multiple orgasms, knotting, cunnilignus, blow job, creampie, soft!yoon

―  synopsis: your heat hits but a visitor comes at the wrong time and keeps you company.

note: the moment we've all been waiting for,,,,,,our bois get their dicks wet finally!!!! this was posted on ao3 before it was posted here, in case you are wondering if you’ve read it before.

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"Just call if you need anything, baby, alright?" Jungkook smiled, petting your head softly as you stood at the door to bid them goodbye.

"We'll be back in a few hours, okay?" You nodded at Yoongi's words and hugged them, reassuring them that you'd be fine while they were gone.

They had decided to go out to get everything you needed and wanted for your looming heat. So while they were gone, you went back to Yoongi's room to finish making your “nest”.

Instead of going through your heat in your bedroom, everyone decided that it would be much more comfortable to use Yoongi's king sized bed instead. So you moved all the things you'd collected over the course of a few days to his bedroom to construct where you'd be spending the next week. However, before you could even try to sit down and begin, the doorbell chimed. You thought about ignoring it, heaving a big sigh as you tossed one of Yoongi's pillows to the corner of the bed where you wanted it.

The doorbell rang again and you groaned, hopping off the bed and going to the door. When you opened the door, you were shocked to see Taehyung's handsome face staring back at you with a cute lopsided smile. His ears perked up at the sight of you and his tail wagged happily.

"T-Tae why are you here? You shouldn't be here," You breathed, already feeling your panties growing wet by the alpha male standing on your doorstep.

"I have to get something from Jungkook's room. Why shouldn't I be here, are you okay? Is someone here?" His eyes narrowed as he barrelled into the house -- protective instincts on as he looked for someone who was a threat to you, "There's no one here," He mumbled, relaxing visibly.

"I-I know," You breathed, body already on fire with having him with you.

Damned your instincts.

Taehyung's entire body froze as his shoulders heaved up with a big inhale. His mouth fell open while his eyes seemed to roll back in his head. A low growl ripped from his lips before he turned around. You felt breathless at the sight of him; eyes dark with pupils blown wide and his mouth hanging open like he was absolutely salivating over your scent.

"You in heat, sweet girl?" He cooed, deep voice lowering even more until it felt like your knees were going to give out.

As if sensing your plight, he wrapped his strong arm around your waist and pulled your heated body against his. With his body pressed against yours, you could smell his strong scent all around you and it made a whimper fall from your lips.

"Shit you smell...absolutely divine," He whispered, burying his face in your neck to get a better smell of you. "You smell so sweet...so ripe. Shit, I just wanna knot you right here -- cover you in my come so you smell like you belong to me."

"Please!" You gasped, mindlessly grinding forward even though it granted you no relief.

"Lay back, sweetheart, I'll take care of you, yeah?"

Immediately, you fell back on the couch and Taehyung crawled on until he was hovering above you. His lips found yours, a heated kiss nothing like the one you shared with Yoongi nights ago. His hand slipped up your shirt to cup your bare breast -- bringing a small whimper from your lips for him to swallow. He groaned in response, quickly abandoning his hold on your chest in favor of sliding his long, delicate fingers down the front of your shorts and panties.

"You're so wet, god," He growled, quickly sinking one finger inside you.

You immediately noticed how long his digit was -- much longer than both Jungkook's and Yoongi's fingers.

"God you're tight -- how're you gonna fit my cock in this little hole huh?" He whispered, dragging his tongue up the side of your neck before grazing his sharp canines against the fragile skin. You cried out, arching your hips to get him to move his finger inside you.

You were both moving on pure instinct but you still had Jungkook and Yoongi in the back of your mind — a little tinge of guilt that made your heart ache. 

You whined when he managed to touch that little spot inside you and you were sure you were absolutely gushing on him. However, the pleasure paused when he began to try and fit another finger in. You whined, reaching down to halt him and he looked up.

"Too much?" He cooed, pressing his lips to yours as he backed off -- pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. You sighed in pleasure, spreading your legs to give him more room.

Before he could think about trying again, the door opened and the familiar scents of Yoongi and Jungkook overlapped with Taehyung's.

"What— Taehyung!?" Yoongi cried in shock followed by a loud snarl from Jungkook.

Heavy footsteps stomped towards you before Taehyung was suddenly yanked violently from you. Sitting up, you were able to see Jungkook pin Taehyung to the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jungkook growled, nose to nose with his best friend.

"She's in heat what the hell do you think I'm doing?" Taehyung snapped back.

"She's ours, Taehyung," Jungkook said, tightening his grip on the shirt in his hands.

"Not until you've knotted her -- until then she's free game," Taehyung whispered.

"Watch your fucking mouth, Taehyung. She isn't just a random conquest -- stay away from her," The two of them shared a still minute of glaring at each other.

"Yoongi," You suddenly whined, clenching your thighs together at a sudden rush of arousal.

The two hybrids suddenly inhaled sharply at your sudden change in scent.

"Leave now, Taehyung," Jungkook released his friend, giving him a firm shove towards the door.

The blonde stood for a moment, watching the way you nuzzled closer to Yoongi. Your scent and the way you had reacted so well to his touches had left him completely hard. He still turned his back on the scene as Jungkook joined the two of you and left the apartment as fast as he arrived. Your arousal still lingered in his fingers and he knew he'd use it to jerk off when he got home.

With your heat officially hitting, you found the need to get to your nest as soon as possible. You whined, attempting to get out of the strong hold both men had on you.

"What is it baby?" Yoongi whispered, loosening his hold on you.

"G-Gotta go to the room," You whined, squirming against Jungkook's hold.

"Let's go then," Yoongi smiled, attempting to pull you away from the pup.

"Fuck," Jungkook whined, finally releasing you.

Although your legs were shaky, you still managed to scamper down the hall and into the bedroom. When Jungkook and Yoongi finally entered, they found you stripping yourself and cuddling into the cool sheets beneath you. They felt softer than ever against your sensitive skin and you were suddenly thankful for Yoongi’s choice of satin sheets.

"Such a pretty girl for us," Jungkook cooed, crawling onto the bed. "Hyung,"

"Y-Yeah?" Yoongi whispered, eyes following the trails Jungkook's fingers made along your sweat-soaked skin.

"Let me take care of her first, then you can have your turn next," The hybrid bargained.

"And why do you get her first?" Yoongi challenged, raising a brow.

"Because she needs a knot, hyung," Jungkook smirked, nosing your neck while keeping his eyes on the elder. "And last time I checked...you couldn't knot her,"

"Want your knot, Kookie," You whimpered, spreading your legs to accommodate him between them. Just the mention of his knot had you craving it, needing it. 

"See hyung?" Jungkook chuckled at Yoongi's pout. Still, the human took a seat on a chair situated by the window. "At least you get a nice show out of it,"

"Jungkookie," You whined again, reaching up to pull his body flush against yours.

"I got you baby," He finally turned his full attention to you.

Your hair stuck to your skin as your skyrocketing temperature caused your body to become sticky with sweat. Your breasts heaved with every shaky breath you took. Sitting back on his knees, he took a moment to look over your body.

"You look so pretty," He whispered, cupping your breasts in both hands.

His weight was more than welcomed when he leaned over to envelop one your nipples in his mouth -- swirling his tongue until it hardened. Pulling his mouth off, he blew cold air on the bud until you whined and shivered before giving the same treatment to the other.

"You're trembling baby," Yoongi whispered, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees to get a closer look.

"Do you feel good,sweetheart?" Jungkook asked, thumbing over one of your now overly sensitive nipples.

"S-So good," You confirmed, making Jungkook’s pride swell.

"You're so cute," He whispered, pressing a kiss against your breast. "So soft and sweet...and all ours. Isn't that right?"

"Y-Yes Kookie, I'm all yours," You repeated, breathy and already worn out.

Arousal plagued your mind. It felt like you were on fire, between your thighs so wet and you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full and pleasured by the hybrid in front of you.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, you felt his fingers grazing your heated folds -- spreading you open as he positioned himself to lay between your legs. You felt embarrassed, with his face so close to your wet heat. It felt like he was examining every part of you, trying to engrave you in his mind.

"Such a pretty cunt," He whispered. "Can't wait to fuckin' ruin you,"

You covered your face with your hands as you whined. Arching your hips up, you could feel his breath on your entrance -- he was so close.

A long cry escaped you when he swiped his tongue across the length of your core from your entrance to your clit. He gripped your thighs, pinning them open as he began to truly devour you. Your hands slid into his hair as he ate you, wet lewd noises mixed with vicious growls came from between your legs.

Beneath his bangs, his eyes eyes blown wide with lust. He latched onto your clit and sucked, your hips arched up as you keened. You'd never felt anything like it before and you didn't know what to do with yourself. You began to squirm to get away from the heavy sensations crashing over your body.

"Sit still," He snarled, sitting up and spreading you even more before his tongue slid into your clenching entrance.

"Fuck," You heard Yoongi groan.

Looking over, you could see him palming himself through his jeans. The sight had you trembling beneath Jungkook. His tongue was giving you the slightest stretch as he licked you and tasted everything you had to offer.

Suddenly he pulled away, tossing his head back as he licked his lips of anything remaining. You laid panting, trembling in residual stimulation with your legs still spread.

"You taste...so good..." He breathed, hovering above you before he met you for a kiss.

It was so chaste and sweet compared to the sinful act he had just been doing. While locked in the kiss, he slipped his hand between your legs and easily slid two fingers into your entrance. You whined, the stretch more than you'd felt before. However, your body was craving it so much that you couldn't be bothered to care that much. He filled you much easier than Taehyung had, your walls easily accepting his digits. 

"So small...so tight," He groaned into your lips. "Gonna ruin this little cunt, you know? You're gonna take my knot and nothing will ever be able to satisfy you again,"

"Want it so bad, Jungkook," You whispered, making him chuckle.

"Yeah? You hear that hyung?" Jungkook glanced over to where Yoongi was still sitting with flushed cheeks. "Our cute little bunny wants to be fucked,"

"Yes, please," You breathed, arching your hips up so he'd be enticed to fuck you with those delicious digits buried inside you.

"So polite too," Yoongi cooed from his place, eyes locked on the spread folds of your cunt from where Jungkook was filling you.

"Our good little bunny," Jungkook whispered, finally fucking his fingers into you.

You preened under the praise and stimulation, eyes rolling back into your head as you began to tremble. The angle of his fingers had him hitting your spot and you felt your orgasm coming full force.

"I-I..." You stuttered, unable to formulate the correct words, reaching down to wrap your hand around his forearm.

"Cum for me," Jungkook growled, groaning when your walls tightened around him as you finally released.

You could feel their eyes on you as you came, trembling and arching as moans left your mouth. His fingers didn't stop until you were whimpering and squirming to get away from the overstimulation. When he finally slowed, he pulled his fingers out and easily popped them in his mouth, eyes rolling back at your delightful taste.

"I need to fuck you," He growled, scrambling to shed his clothes.

You were quickly flipped onto your hands and knees, facing Yoongi. You could feel Jungkook behind you and, as you met Yoongi's eyes, the blunt head of Jungkook's cock met your entrance.

"Shit...you're so tight," He growled as he began to work his cock into you.

The feeling of being filled so completely was brand new and you went limp against the bed as the sensation overloaded your brain. The more he sunk in, the worse the burn got until you were whimpering with tears in your eyes.

"H-Hurts Kookie," You whined, reaching back to halt him from sinking in anymore.

However, he gripped your wrist, pinning it against your back and continued on until he was balls deep. You whined, struggling to get used to the feeling of being stuffed full.

"Relax," Jungkook whispered, releasing your wrist and running his hand down the length of your spine until he met the fluffy ball of your tail.

"C-Can't...it's too much," You whimpered, clutching the sheets desperately.

"C'mere," He cooed, pulling you up until you were up on just your knees, your back pressed against his chest.

He was so deep inside that you felt your eyes roll back. Beneath the burn of his entrance, you could feel the pleasure as well. It was only exasperated when his clever fingers found your clit. The reaction was immediate, you were clinging to him as you began to tremble.

"So sensitive," He whispered, burying his face in your neck. "That's it...relax for me. Let me make you feel good, babygirl,"

You finally felt your body relax and Jungkook did to, letting you drop down onto your elbows. You sighed, feeling his length throb inside you and you couldn't help but grind back in search of more of the full feeling he could give you. Gripping your hips, he slowly pulled out until just half his length was inside you and then he thrusted back in. Nailing your g-spot, your cry was muffled by the sheets.

"Such a pretty girl," You opened your eyes to find Yoongi had moved to sit on the bed beside you.

"Yoongi," You slurred, reaching forward until your hand found his hard length hidden in his jeans.

"Not yet," He grinned, pulling your hand away from his crotch and lacing your fingers together.

Jungkook groaned as you sat up, your walls tightening around him. Unable to help yourself, you pressed your lips against Yoongi's. He smiled, sliding his hand between your legs to find your swollen clit. You were shocked by how close you felt with Jungkook's cock buried inside you and Yoongi's deft fingers teasing your bud until you couldn't take it anymore. Falling over the edge again, you found yourself clinging to Yoongi, who continued to rub your clit through the high. Jungkook groaned, feeling how utterly tight you got around him.

"I think our little bunny is enjoying her first cock," Jungkook whispered, dragging his tongue up your shoulder. "Coming so prettily, huh?"

"How does it feel? Being stuffed nice and full?" Yoongi grinned at the debauched, faraway look that overcame your face.

"So...So good...I w-wanna cum again," You whined, grinding back against Jungkook's cock.

You noticed the base of him growing bigger and bigger and the fact that you knew he was going to knot you had you whimpering and fucking yourself back even more.

"Jungkook!" You cried, tangling one of your hands in his hair and the other in Yoongi's t-shirt.

The rolls of his hips slowed until he was finally able to pop his knot into you -- finally tipping you over the edge again. You trembled as Jungkook's cum filled you, unable to escape due to his knot. You could feel him shake and gasp behind you as Yoongi's fingers eased you through your orgasm. Your walls clenching around him helped Jungkook soar through his end until the both of you were too boneless to remain upright.

Yoongi pet your hair, as Jungkook cradled you against his chest still locked together by his knot.

"Such a good girl," Jungkook praised you, wrapping his arms around you to kiss your cheek.

"Our best girl," Yoongi added, kissing your lips.

You sighed happily, feeling well satisfied after being filled with Jungkook's cum. You didn't feel overwhelmed by your heat like you had the first time you had. In fact, you didn't feel uncomfortable like you thought you would. You weren't hot anymore, feeling comfortable and safe wrapped between two men who loved you.

Instead of wanting to sleep, however, you found yourself staring at Yoongi. How beautiful and flawless he was -- cheeks flushed with his arousal and still hard in his jeans. But so patient, just waiting for his turn if you were willing.

"Shit, sensitive," Jungkook groaned, gripping your waist as he clenched his teeth.

"What is it?" Yoongi quirked a brow at the hybrid behind you.

"I think...she wants some more because she's squeezing me like crazy," Jungkook chuckled when you whined in embarrassment.

"Is that so?" Yoongi smirked before sitting up some more. "How about you use that cute little mouth for me?"

"Please," You licked your lips, watching eagerly as Yoongi unbuttoned his jeans until his cock was out.

His was long and the head of him a flushed purple-red with beads of wetness dripping from the tip. You could feel yourself positively drooling, licking your lips again when Jungkook reached forward to wrap his fist around Yoongi's length. More beads came to the tip and Jungkook made sure to use them to lubricate his palm so he could stroke the older comfortably. Yoongi's head fell backwards as he groaned.

"Go ahead and take him in, bun," Jungkook urged, fist still around Yoongi's cock.

You leaned forward, feeling Jungkook's knot tug a bit causing him to groan. You enveloped the head of Yoongi's cock in your mouth and he immediately groaned. You swirled your tongue around his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue before moaning at the taste.

"Shit," Jungkook groaned from behind you, grinding into you softly even though he was still sensitive. You whined yourself, arching your back and taking more of Yoongi into your mouth until he pushed your gag reflex and you pulled back.

"It's okay, don't push yourself," Yoongi smiled, gently petting your ears and hair to urge you to take him back in.

You did so without hesitation, taking half on him in before he hit your reflex and you pulled back again. It was uncomfortable when he went too far but you enjoyed suckling lightly on him as he throbbed in your mouth.

It didn't take long, Jungkook squeezing what you couldn't fit and your tongue sweeping his sensitive tip before Yoongi was coming. Your eyes widened as you tasted him for the first time, swallowing every drop you could.

"God that's my good girl," Yoongi groaned, thrusting his hips ever so slightly when you pulled off him suddenly. As he fucked Jungkook's fist, you felt his cum land on your lips and you whined, licking it off.

Finally, Jungkook released his length and the older relaxed.

"C-Can you make me come again?" You suddenly asked, leaning back farther and spreading your legs.

Jungkook immediately found your clit as Yoongi leaned forward to kiss you. Still stretched around Jungkook's cock, you found yourself reaching your end quickly. You gushed around Jungkook’s knot, wrapping your hand around Jungkook’s wrist of his fingers circled the throbbing bud. 

What surprised you was the fact you felt Jungkook coming again -- filling you up just a bit more. He groaned softly when you finally stopped spasming around him.

You fully relaxed against Jungkook, stuffed completely with cum and ready to sleep.

Yoongi stood up from the bed and you whined at the loss of him. He smiled, petting your hair affectionately before stripped his clothes until he was just as naked as you and Jungkook. Finally, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over both of you.

"Tomorrow, hyung," Jungkook grinned over your shoulder. "You'll get your turn tomorrow,"

[thiswasinevitableid]

Prompt #15 Danbrey if you're feeling up to it! (NSFW or SFW! Your choice!) Hope you're having a nice day :)

Thank you! I went with SFW

Prompt 15: Nymph

Normally, Aubrey would obey the “no fires” warning sign at the edge of the woods. Both because she’s all about respecting nature and also she doesn’t want another safety lecture from Duck. Her roommate needs to study in their dorm, and she really, really needs to practice this set of tricks for her show in a few weeks. 

The card and sleight of hand tricks go well, but when she segues into her fire illusions it all goes wrong. All her flash paper gets tangled in a vine that swears wasn’t there a minute ago and any time she generates so much as a spark a bunch of leaves fly into her face.

“Ugh, come on, work with me here.”

“No.”

She spins around and discovers a tree is talking to her.

“Please work with me here?”

Golden eyes appear in the trunk, “No. You’re using fire. In the woods. The very flammable woods. So, sorry, but as long as I’m around you don’t get to run around throwing sparks.” The voice moves closer and Aubrey understands her eyes were playing tricks on her; it’s a young woman about her age who, up until a moment ago, was camouflage against the tree trunk. Her hair fades from speckled brown to blonde, and her skin is broken up in markings of different colors. Aubrey vaguely remembers Duck telling her that was how some predators avoid being seen in the forest, and wonders if she should be worried rather than noticing how her audience of one looks cute even with her arms crossed in annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, I just really need to practice for my magic show because if I bomb it’s gonna suck and no one will ever book me again. So like, what if I promise to keep the sparks small?”

The woman shakes her head. Before Aubrey can react, branches reach down and pick up all her supplies, dangling them out of reach. 

“Hey!”

“I’m not giving them back unless you say you’ll stop with the fire.”

“It’s flash paper, it barely produces any sparks at all!” She jumps, misses her deck of cards, jumps again and promptly collides with her tormentor, sending them both to the ground.

“Oops.” She tries on her best smile as the woman blinks up at her. Pink flowers bloom up her arms, which is just so fucking cool.

“Are you, like, a wood nymph or something?”

“I’m a dryad, but I think humans just call anyone who lives in the trees nymphs, so that works too.”

“That’s amazing. I wish I could do real magic. Maybe not plant magic because of my whole persona, but any kind would be super rad. Oh!” she sits up, allowing the nymph to do the same, “I know, what if you stayed and watched me practice? That way if the sparks land somewhere they shouldn’t, you can just smoosh them out like you have been. Or we could take turns doing tricks? Not that, like, your magic is like a parlor trick, but more like we could each take turns showing off? What do you think?”

“I think…” the nymph toys with a strand of hair, which shimmers to light green as she walks past a new stand of shrubs, “I think I’m not doing a great job chasing you off. But I also don’t think I want to?” She gives Aubrey a shy smile, “will you do that trick with the rings again?”

Aubrey does a mental fist-pump as her supplies are once again within reach, “You got it.”

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“Dani, look!” Aubrey holds the pet carrier up to the tree, “I brought my assistant to meet you.”

“Wrong tree, Aubrey.” The nymph appears to her right.

“Dang. I thought I was getting better at spotting you.”

“You’ve done it on the first try twice this week, which is better than basically any other human has ever done.” They sit on the grass, which thanks to Dani’s intervention no longer irritates Aubrey’s skin or has unwanted bugs in it. She reaches into the carrier, rubbing the white rabbit’s nose “this is Dr. Harris Bonkers, right?”

“Yep! Thank you for using his full name; he worked hard for the diploma.” 

Dani laughs in a way that suggests she understands this is a joke but not what the joke is. 

“Do you want to let him out? He could nibble grass while we talk.”

“Um, I mean, he’d love that. Right up until something ate him.”

“Here, I have an idea.” Dani twirls a finger, sending up walls and ceilings out of woven branches until she, Aubrey, and the rabbit are in a beautiful gazebo of greenery.

“Wow.” Aubrey whispers as Dr. Harris Bonkers leaves his carrier to happily munch the grass and clover. 

Dani scoots closer, “Hey, Aubrey, what’s your favorite flower?”

“I like, um, I think they’re called Penstemons? I also really like cherry blossoms but they’re not in-” The entire roof of the gazebo explodes in pink petals, “season.”

Dani winks, sending the walls into bloom with bright red and deep orange flowers, “they are now.”

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“Can I open my eyes yet?” The nymph sits on a tree-stump, fingernails still painted deep green from two nights ago. She and Aubrey spent until about two in the morning in the nymphs’ house, since she wanted to see how human sleepovers differed from dryad ones. Aubrey suspects they both played up how much cuddling between attendees was normal for the sake of being closer. 

“Not yet, lemme just get this--hah, okay, you can look now!”

Dani uncovers her face and daffodils burst through the ground at her feet. 

Aubrey smirks, spins in her new stage outfit: a satin, flame red top, black jacket, black skirt, sparkly red fishnets, and her Doc Martens, “ta dah!”

“Wow.” Dani sighs, but says nothing else, making Aubrey a little self-conscious

“It really looks good?”

“It looks amazing, fireblossom. No one will be able to take their eyes off you.”

The nickname makes Aubrey’s face match her shirt, “Are you sure you don’t want to come? We could, like, get you a seat in a corner or something so no one would notice you look a little plant-like.”

“I wish I could, Aubrey. But I’ve got work to tend to out here. Plus, I’d be so excited to see you up there, impressing everyone, that I’d fill the whole theater with roses before I knew what I was doing.”

“Good point.” Aubrey sags a little; she’s so pumped for the show, but all she can think about is proving to Dani that all her time practicing in front of her paid off. 

“Hey” Dani hops up from her seat, cups one of Aubrey’s cheeks and kisses the other one. It tingles, like rubbing a mint leaf between her fingertips, “good luck tonight.”

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The show goes better than expected. There are some hiccups in her first two tricks, but her friends are in the front row and cheer her on as she gets the hang of things. By the time she hits her fiery finale, she has the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand like they’re Dr. Harris Bonkers. 

“You did great!” Duck bear hugs her in the green room as Barclay hands her flowers. 

“Glad you think so! And, um, thanks you guys. It means a lot that you gave up your Saturday night to come see my act.”

“You know we’d never miss it” Mama hugs her, “we;re so proud of you kiddo, forging your own path like this.”

“And it seems we are not the only ones who enjoyed the show. Look.” Indrid holds up a second bouquet. Tucked among the pink blooms is a card reading “fireblossom.”

“That from the gal you were tellin me about?”

“Yeah” Aubrey cradles the bunch of cherry blossom stems, “she couldn’t make it tonight but, um, I hope she can meet you guys soon. I think you’ll like her. Especially you, Duck, she’s super into plants.”

“Right on. Now, who’s up for some celebratoryholyshit” Duck stops abruptly in the door, “y’all, come look at this.”

The venue has several windows, since during the day it’s a cafe. One of these windows, with a clear view of the stage, is wreathed in honeysuckle. Stranger still is the path of flowers and leaves trailing from the crosswalk, down the opposite sidewalk, and into one of the pedestrian only paths that leads to the green belt around campus. 

“Barclay?”

“Yeah, Aubrey?”

“Please put these in a vase for me.” Aubrey hands him her bouquets and sprints out the door, a rainbow of petals coating her shoes as she runs. Soon there are no streetlights to help her navigate, just the starlight and the river of greenery beneath her feet.

“Dani!” 

The nymph, coaxing an ailing Elm back to health, turns in surprise. Aubrey throws her arms around her, ever changing hair catching in her face and mottled green dress soft under her hands. 

“You came.”

Dani snickers, “what gave it away? The fact it looked like a meadow exploded downtown?”

Aubrey giggles, pulling back to bump their noses together, “Yeah. Just...what made you change your mind.”

The nymph caresses her cheek, fingers coming away glittering from her make-up, “I couldn’t stay away. I saw all the work that went into your act and, and I, uh, I’m also just so into you, fireblossom. I wanted to be there for you, even if I wasn’t in the room.”

Aubrey’s heart threatens to burst out of her chest. To keep that from happening, she pulls Dani into a kiss. The nymph laughs against her mouth, cups the back of her head and holds her there, teasing her tongue between her lips when Aubrey parts them. By the time they separate to breathe, the taste of orange blossoms is on her tongue and her fingers are tangled in gold-green strands of hair. 

“Um, you can totally say no to this, but my friends and I are meeting at Mama’s place to celebrate the show going well. There would only be a few of us, and they’re all pretty chill.”

Dani tucks a flower behind Aubreys ear, “I’d love too, fireblossom. But first…” she grabs Aubrey, spinning and dipping her into another kiss, so deep that the stars in her eyes outshine the ones in the sky. 

When the nymph guides her back up, both of them laughing in their embrace and all Aubrey can think to say is, “wow.”

[adenei]

Finding My Way To You - Ch. 8

AO3 // FFN

Adjusting

“Mum, I really don’t think all of this is necessary..” Hermione said the following day. Her parents had both taken the day off to spend time with them, and Jean had whisked her daughter away for lunch and an afternoon of shopping. 

“What? Being able to spend time with my daughter? When’s the last time we went shopping together? Hermione, dear, you are desperately in need of some new clothes! Plus, I want to help you find something special for your date tonight,” Mrs. Granger smiled knowingly.

Hermione sighed. Her mother was right. The clothes she did have were ragged from being on the run for almost a year, and it was nice to be able to spend time with her again. This was the kind of thing she’d hoped to do with her mother before sixth year started, when she thought she and Ron may be on the verge of something then. Speaking of…

“Mum, what did Ron say to you last night to change your mind about things?” she asked again, hoping she’d crack on the fourth try.

They’d been out much longer than Hermione had expected, which made her nervous, but when they’d returned, Ron looked relieved and Mum had a smile on her face. Hermione looked at her dad for help in gathering an explanation, but he simply shrugged. Even Ron was tight lipped about the exchange last night. That annoyed her, and subsequently cut into their ‘getting to know you’ time she was hoping for.

What Ron did admit was what her mother was planning for tomorrow evening. “She called to make a reservation at some posh seafood restaurant for us tomorrow evening.”

“All four of us?” Hermione asked for clarification.

“No, just you and me. She wants us to go on a proper date. Said something about checking the cinemas, too, whatever that means. Would you be alright to join me for dinner tomorrow evening, say, around 6:30?” he said with a chuckle.

“I’d be delighted,” Hermione played along. “But I’m not sure I have anything to wear,” she frowned.

“Right, I forgot that bit. Your mum’s planning to be here around eleven tomorrow to take you to lunch and shopping.”

Hermione smiled at the recollection as she browsed the current boutique they were in. They already had several bags between them of new clothes for Hermione. Several new shirts and jumpers, a couple pairs of jeans, trousers and skirts, and even new undergarments, which Hermione had been resistant towards at first. She was secretly happy, though because when she was ready to take that step with Ron, she wanted something cute or sexy and not just plain old boring cotton. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of wanting to be ‘sexy’ for someone. 

She’d even caved and allowed her Mum to purchase a new swimsuit. It felt like ages since Hermione had worn one, not since their trip to France all those summers ago, and it took several choices (of both her own and others her mum tossed over the dressing room door) before Hermione had decided on a bright blue two piece with white polka dots. The top was modest enough with a twist front that had string ties in the back, and the bottom was somewhat high waisted, which made her feel more comfortable. Her mum had also picked up a couple beach towels and insisted Hermione buy flip flops, or thongs, as the Aussies called them. 

“The weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. You and Ron absolutely need to experience a beach day, so you’ll be prepared!” 

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “Mum, are you trying to plan the rest of our stay here?”

“Of course not! I just want you both to experience everything we’ve grown to love about this little corner of the world. Plus, you both deserve a bit of a holiday after everything you’ve been through.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Hermione said, as she felt an overwhelming need to hug her mother right then and there.

Their last stop found Hermione the perfect dress for her date tonight. It was teal, and flowy with wide straps and a keyhole opening. A satin band gathered at the waist to provide some shape on her body, and the flowy skirt came to her mid thigh. It was the perfect balance of elegant, yet beachy, and her mum had found a wedge, peep toe sandal to finish off the look.

“Thank you again for all of this, Mum. Even after everything I did…”

“Hermione, you’ll always be our daughter, and I’ll always love you. I only want the best for you, and even though Ron’s made mistakes in my eyes, he’s certainly proved to me that he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, and I respect that.”

“Sometimes I think I don’t deserve him.”

“It’s all about balance, my dear. Tell me, did you ever apologize to him about the canary incident?”

Hermione felt as though ice had been poured down her back at her mother’s words. She knew that she and Ron had gotten past the whole Lavender debacle, but thinking back on it, she realized that there never was an explicit apology for that.

“I- erm-” she stuttered.

“You really should. I raised you better than that.”

“You’re right. And I suppose I probably should apologize for attacking him when he came back as well..” she hesitantly admitted.

“Excuse me?” Her mother stopped on the sidewalk and looked at her. “I did not raise you to react with violence, young lady.”

“I know, I know! I just- I let my emotions get the best of me. I promise I’ll do better about keeping them in check.”

“I’m not the one you should be making that promise to, but I appreciate the intent.”

“You’re right.”

“Dare I ask what you did to that poor boy when he came back?”

“Umm, I used him as a punching bag, as Dad would say,” Hermione admitted.

“Oh, Hermione..I know you inherited my anger, but please don’t take it out on him like that.”

“I won’t. Not anymore.”

She knew it was wrong, and even though it wasn’t something she talked about often, she was ashamed of her actions. Pride and embarrassment had forced her to ignore bringing it up, but if they were going to start off their relationship properly, it needed to be discussed.

Hermione noticed her mum checking her watch. “We’ve got just enough time to get you cleaned up and ready for your date. I had your father bring a few items over to your flat when he went to pick up Ron.”

“Items? What do you mean?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Hair product and makeup, of course!”

“But-”

“No buts! We have an hour to get you ready before Ron’s due to pick you up.”

“He’s not already there?” Hermione was having trouble keeping up with her mum, both in walking speed and conversation.

“Heavens, no! It’s a proper date, remember? Now, let’s go!”

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Ron was standing in the guest bedroom of the Granger’s home. He was looking in the wall mirror at his own reflection. His afternoon had been spent out with Hugo. He’d gotten a haircut at a local barber, found swim trunks for their ‘beach day’ tomorrow as Jean kept calling it, and an outfit for his date tonight. He was wearing a nice pair of trousers with camel colored dress shoes. His shirt was light blue with faint, thin pinstripe lines to give the illusion of texture. 

For the first time since Bill and Fleur’s wedding, he was proud of the way he looked. Mr. Granger had a knack for muggle style, and even though he was older, Ron trusted his judgement. He reminded himself of one of those business lads that flooded the sidewalks on the morning and evening commutes. He felt bad, and had tried to pay for the clothes himself, but Hugo had insisted. Mr. Granger had offered to purchase more for Ron when he caught him eyeing a new pair of trainers, and jeans that might actually fit his long legs, but Ron politely refused. 

“Ready to go?” Hugo called from the bottom of the stairs, drawing Ron out of his thoughts. 

He couldn’t wait to see Hermione. It’d been a long afternoon without her. Especially because he’d grown accustomed to being with her day in and day out. They made the short drive over to the flat, where Jean was waiting by the door. She held the door open for Ron as she wished them well for the night and reminded him of how to get to the restaurant, which was about five blocks away.

He watched them go and then bounded up the stairs. He was about to just walk into their shared flat, but paused and remembered that this was a date, so he knocked on the door. Ron barely had to wait for Hermione to open it.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the sight of her in front of him made his jaw drop and he was pretty sure his heart stopped briefly. She was gorgeous. Her mum had no doubt helped her tame her wild curls, and it looked like she was wearing just enough makeup to accentuate her features. Not like the grams of it Lavender would plaster on her face every day. Her chocolate brown eyes were brought out by a light layer of deep purple, which were staring at him in much the same way he was looking at her, with adoration. And Merlin, that dress. She wasn’t one to wear dresses casually. Not that this was casual or anything, but he’d only really ever seen her in her school uniform or formal wear. He needed to say something to snap himself out of it before he lost his senses completely.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“And you cut your hair,” she responded. “It suits you. You look really nice in muggle clothes.” Hermione smiled shyly at him. 

Ron smiled back at him as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. Why did this feel so weird? This was Hermione, his best friend. “Should we, er, get going? We’ve got a bit of a walk.”

Hermione nodded as she grabbed her purse and locked up. Ron held out his hand and she took it as they made their way down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. They were quiet for a while, until Hermione finally said, “Is it just me, or does this feel…”

“Weird?” Ron finished.

“Yes!” Hermione said through an exhale.

“Yeah...what’s wrong with us? We haven’t changed or anything,” Ron joked.

“I know,” Hermione said. He noticed her blush in the soft glow of the streetlight.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that- nevermind, it’s rubbish,” Hermione talked herself out of saying what she was thinking.

“No, tell me. Please?” Ron urged gently.

Hermione took a deep breath. “I guess I’m just worried I’m going to mess this up. I don’t want to do or say anything wrong,” she admitted.

“Me too,” Ron agreed. They walked another block or so, double checking street signs so they didn’t miss a turn.

“Do you think it’s like this for all couples who were friends first?” Hermione asked him.

“Er, yeah, could be. Never really thought about it, though.” Ron admitted.

“So, then, maybe we should just act like nothing’s really different. Let’s not put extra pressure on anything,” Hermione suggested.

Ron chuckled. “That works for me. I think this is it.” He pointed to a sign just up ahead.

They checked in at the hostess stand and were seated at a table on the edge of the main dining room. It felt more private than some of the other tables in the center of the room, and gave them a spectacular view of the ocean lit up by the moonlight.

As Ron began to look at the menu, he noticed the prices. It was expensive. They ordered their drinks from the server, and then they were alone again to look over the menu. 

“Er, Hermione,” Ron said, getting her attention. She peeked at him from over her menu. “I don’t know if I have enough to, er…”

He saw her eyebrows raise in understanding. “Don’t worry, Mum gave me her credit card. It’s taken care of.”

“But your parents have already done so much for us,” Ron protested. “And it’s our first, er second, date. I should pay..” That’s what a true gentleman did, wasn’t it?

“Please, it’s okay. They want to spoil us,” Hermione told him.

He sighed and gave in. It was either that or insist they leave, which could cause a scene and he didn’t want that either. “So then, what would you suggest for a meal?” he asked her, looking at the varieties of shellfish that he’d never had.

He ended up settling on a pasta dish that included a variety of seafood. Scallops, shrimp, and clams in a light wine and butter cream sauce. Hermione had chosen a salmon dish over risotto, and they’d split an appetizer of crab stuffed mushrooms. The meal was delicious, despite Hermione having to help guide him through eating so he wouldn’t accidentally consume any shells. 

They were browsing over the dessert menu as Hermione said, “Seafood always tastes better when it’s fresh, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure it does, not that I have much to compare it to. We’ll have to find a place when we’re back in England so I can see if there’s a difference.” 

His heart skipped a beat as he watched her face light up at his suggestion. “I’d like that.”

Their desserts came shortly after as they talked about what they wanted and needed to do when they got back to England. Ron had opted for a chocolate mousse cake, while Hermione chose creme brulee. She began picking at it about halfway through.

“Everything alright?” he asked her.

“Yes, of course! I’m just getting full, that’s all.” He could tell when she was lying because she didn’t make eye contact.

“Hermione…”

“I’m sorry about attacking you with the canaries sixth year,” she said through a grimace. “It was, um, brought to my attention that I never actually apologized about it.”

“That’s what was bothering you? It’s ancient history, Hermione, it’s fine.”

“See, you always say that, but it’s not. I can’t just physically hurt you when I’m angry at you. Like when I punched you after you came back to the hunt..”

“It’s...alright. I was a prat, too,” Ron tried to make her feel better.

“Yes, but you’ve never physically hurt me. I promise I won’t do that ever again. I’ll keep my emotions in check.” She met his eyes this time, indicating her sincerity.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Ron smiled. “Now, can we discuss something a bit more light hearted?” He suggested.

Hermione smiled gratefully as she took another bite of her dessert. “Did you want to go to the cinemas?” She checked her watch. “If we hurry, the one Mum suggested starts in twenty minutes just down the street.”

“I don’t know. As much as I’d like to experience it, I think I’d rather take a walk on the beach if you wanted to.”

“I like that idea so much better,” Hermione smiled. “Mum will forgive me for not following her plan completely, I’m sure. Besides, I’m sure some movie will be playing on the telly when we get back.”

“Brilliant!”

After they paid for their meal, they exited the restaurant and crossed the street to one of the many public entrances to the beach. They chose to walk along the water where the sand was a bit harder, and headed in the direction of their temporary flat. Hand in hand, they meandered along.

“The waves are so much calmer here than at Shell Cottage,” Ron remarked.

“That’s because the weather is much nicer. Every body of water can be rough and choppy or smooth with gentle waves,” Hermione explained.

He knew that, of course, but sometimes he loved to listen to her explain things. It had become a sort of comfort to him years ago. He just pretended it annoyed him to get under her skin. “Do you know how many times I hoped that we could experience something like this, but was convinced we’d be dead by the end?” he asked softly.

“I know. We nearly were...several times,” Hermione said.

“How’d we make it out? How’d we get so lucky. We shouldn't have..” Ron had to catch himself before he went into a spiral as he was reminded of who they’d lost. Fred, in particular.

“Don’t think like that,” Hermione said gently as she squeezed his hand. “We are still here, and you know he would want us to make the most of that.”

She somehow always knew what to say when it counted the most. Ron felt a rush of emotion flood over him. He loved her so much. His feet stopped right there, and he pulled Hermione back when she kept walking and was caught by her fully extended arm, their fingers still intertwined together. “You’re right. And I’m the luckiest bloke alive to have this chance with you.”

The setting was perfect. Sand beneath their feet, the moon and stars shining down on them, creating a soft glow of light, and the gentle crashing of waves close by. He pulled her close to him, bending down to kiss her. Ron felt her arms snake around his waist, while his own split duties. One hand cupped her face while the other snaked in her hair. 

He deepened the kiss and allowed himself to forget they were on the beach as he became lost in her. All he could feel was her, as he hesitantly grazed her bottom lip with his tongue. She opened her mouth further, granting him entry, as his tongue gently moved in and explored her mouth. She eagerly met his tongue with her own as Ron’s hands began to move down her body. 

He wanted more. Not that he wanted to rush things, but he was so overcome with want that it was hard to think straight. It took a car horn blaring from the streets to draw them back into reality. They reluctantly broke apart as he sought her eyes with his own.

“I think we should get back to the flat,” Hermione said breathily.

Ron simply nodded, not trusting his voice. They’d have plenty of time on the beach tomorrow.

[eleanorbloom]

When You’re Ready Ch. 11

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f! MC (Eleanor Bloom) x Ethan Ramsey.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warning: Angst and cursing.

A/N:  We are already halfway through this journey and things are finally getting interesting, so thank you all so much for all the support I’ve received and for stuck with me till this point.  ❤

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Chapter 11. Don’t Start Now

Don’t show up, don’t come out

Don’t start caring about me now,

The following weeks were calmer than previous. The conversation Eleanor had with Ethan seemed to work because, since that day, he stopped directing his anger toward her, and instead, he did what he was good at in second place: ignore her.

Eleanor didn’t mind, obviously. If she confronted him in the first place, was because she was tired of his childish attitude and knew very well that his next obvious reaction would be ignoring her like he did the past months. She needed peace and that was the only way to get it.

Still, she couldn’t deny that the situation was painful. She never expected to spend the first months in the Diagnostics Team in such a bad position with Ethan, when it had to be the best time to learn from him, learn from his mentor, the person she had idolized since she was in high school. And all because he was jealous.

The silver lining in all this was that it soothed things with Bryce. As she didn’t rant about Ethan with him, the next weeks were very sweet and calm in the company of Keiki. For some reason, Eleanor clicked very well with her. Perhaps it was the fact that she had many similitudes with Bryce, even if they hadn’t lived together for ten years, and Eleanor thought she was undeniably attracted to that, so it couldn’t be any different with Keiki.

Some nights a week, she would stay with the Lahelas and have sleepovers in the living room to talk and watch movies until they would fall asleep on the mattress of the new bed Bryce had bought for Keiki. Some other nights they would play cards, or just talk about the day and about life.

Eleanor would even chat throughout the day with her too.

“Wait, my sister is sending you memes?”—Bryce asked, really offended while they were taking a break in the cafeteria—"Why she doesn’t do that with me?”

“Because she likes me more than you.”

“But I’m his brother!”

“Hey, take it as she has the same good taste as you do. Another thing you two have in common.”—She winked at him and Bryce couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Mmh you’re right. Spending so much time with me it’s getting on you, uh?”—He whispered proudly, leaning to her to kiss her in the cheek.

“Couldn’t be any other way”

“She’s really disappointed when I get home and you don’t show up. It hurts my feelings.”

Eleanor released a hard laugh at his pouting lips and his puppy eyes just like a Golden Retriever.

“Ohmygod, finally I’m seeing your Golden Retriever side. Are you jealous of attention?”

“What do you think? Keiki came for me but only wants to see you.”

“She just enjoys my company, a female presence, that’s all. But what she really needs it’s her brother. You have nothing to worry about, Goldie.”

She stroked his cheek and a second later, he furrowed his brows.

“Goldie?”

“That’s my new nickname to you when you’re behaving like a Golden Retriever, just like now.”

“Excuse me? You still have no pet names for me, but I got a freaking dog nickname? Seriously, Bloom?”

“Bloom? You think you can offend me by calling me like that?”—She grinned—"We talked about this. I’m not comfortable enough to use pet names yet, Bryce. But it’s a step, don’t you think?”

“It is a pet name after all”

“God, you’re impossible.”—Eleanor sighed, getting up from the seat with the empty paper cup in her hand.—“I gotta go”

“Don’t ignore me.”

“See? You’re such a Goldie.—She laughed again.—"Gosh, you’re sooo cuteee”

Eleanor placed a hand over his hair and patted him softly, just like she would do with a real puppy. Bryce scowled her, feigning to be offended.

A moment later, she leaned close to his face and looked at him tenderly.

“I love you, Goldie.”

Then she kissed him, a soft brush against his lips that made him cackle before she parted her lips from him.

“Goddamn, you know how to manipulate me, don’t you?”—He stood up from the chair and pulled her in a tight embrace—"Love you too, princess.”

“Good boy.”—She praised, hugging him back before untangling herself from his arms and dragged him outside the cafeteria so both could get back to work.

*

Eleanor was snuggled to Bryce, deeply asleep when she heard a knock in her bedroom door. It took her a while to wake up and go to see what it was. She didn’t even think about how poorly dressed she was. Just a rose satin tank top and her panties.

“This better be important”—She murmured opening the door mid-third knock, only to find a tall figure with deep blue eyes in front of her—"Oh!”

Ethan was standing on the other side his face impassive. He tried to focus on her face, but he couldn’t resist roaming his eyes over her body for a few moments.

“Oh, uh good morning.”—He greeted, returning his eyes to her face, only to notice someone behind her, under the sheets of her bed.

“What is it, babe?”—He heard a husky voice and then he saw Bryce stirring under the sheets and looking in their direction with a drowsy expression.

Babe.  

Eleanor saw how his face disfigured hearing that single word. And obviously, the fact that Bryce was in her bed, sleeping. Ethan glanced at her stoically, but she could decipher the disappointment when his eyes betrayed him for a split second.

“It’s Dr. Ramsey”—She murmured looking back at Bryce, her cheeks flushed.

“Ramsey?”—Bryce sat up, startled, waking up in an instant.

Ethan followed his gaze.

“Good morning to you too, Dr. Lahela.”—He scowled at him briefly, evidencing how much he was hating that he was there.—"I’m sorry Dr. Bloom, I didn’t know you had company.”

His words sounded like an iceberg that made her shiver even if the room was warm with the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.   

“What are you doing here?”

“We have a case, I need you to dress up and go with me.”

“But is my day off!”

“The Team doesn’t have days off, Bloom. Wear something nice, the board is desperate to impress this patient”

“Okay.”

“Hurry up, I’ll wait outside.”

Eleanor closed the door and looked at Bryce biting her bottom lip, guilty.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry. You better finish this case soon, so you can come back to me.”

“We planned this for weeks. It’s your birthday.”—She pouted, sitting over the edge of the bed, beside him.

“Baby, we celebrated last night.—He took her hands and caressed her palm softly—"I slept with you, I woke up with you, and I have my sister here in Boston, what else can I ask?”

“Well, if you put it that way…”

“Just hurry up and go to my place once you’re done, okay?”

“Okay, promise.”—She leaned to kiss him and then got up to look for a formal dress in her wardrobe until she found a navy-blue corporate dress that had been saving for that kind of occasion.

Bryce chuckled suddenly.

“You saw his face? Oh, man. I know this is cruel, but it was some kind of birthday present to me.”

Bryce crossed his arms behind his head with a satisfied smirk over his face, while he was staring at Eleanor stripping from her clothes and putting on clean underwear.

“What do you mean?”

“His face when he realized I was sleeping in your bed. It was like his eyes were just about to jump out of his face and strangle me.”

“I want to know who thought it was a great idea to let him pass knowing you were here.”

Eleanor unfastened the dress, stepping into him one leg at a time.

“Maybe that person did it on purpose.”—Bryce speculated, standing up from the bed—“C’ mere”

Eleanor took a few steps and turned her back to him so he could zip her dress up.

“I bet was Jackie. She is such a troll and would totally do that.”—She turned to him—“Thank you.”

“If it was her, I have to thank her.”

Eleanor scowled him.

“What? She did you a favor. You didn’t want to tell him, fine. He just found us.”

She stood in silence for a couple of seconds, thinking.

“Yeah, it’s kinda relieving, actually.”

Eleanor conceded, before going to brush her teeth in the bathroom. Even if he had had his suspicions and this was nothing surprising, still she didn’t know how Ethan would react from now on. And what could unleash in her.

When she returned to the room, Bryce was already dressed up.

“Hey, you don’t need to leave. Sleep for a couple of hours more.”

“Nah, I prefer to go home, Keiki has been too much time alone.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Eleanor collected her things, cellphone, keys, and purse, and both left the room.

Once they opened the building door, they found Ethan leaned against a red mini cooper. The moment Ethan exchanged glances with them, he turned around to get in the car. Eleanor stopped a few feet away from the vehicle and smiled at Bryce, her cheeks blushed.

“Well, that’s me. I hope this ends soon.”

“I hope so too. Have a great day, babe.”

“You too, birthday boy.”

She kissed chastely in the lips and then turned to get in the vehicle.

The first consequences of what had happened were seen a few blocks away for her apartment. Ethan started to call her out because if they were doing home service to patients now was only because of her and her decision to pursue wealthy patients to save the Team. But she didn’t waste energy in replying. Instead, she decided to simply turn a deaf ear to any of his outbursts and ignore him the whole ride.  

However, when his anger risked the possibility to compete with Mass Kenmore to cure Leland Bloom, one of the wealthiest men in the country, Eleanor decided to speak up. She didn’t brook up for weeks his hurtful words just to let go of a wealthy patient that could probably help to solve two and maybe more patients that don’t have the resources to be treated in any other hospital.

As Ethan left the house after declining the competition Leland Bloom had offered,  without consulting with his colleagues, Baz, June, and her followed him outside to talk some sense into him.

“Ethan”—Spurted Baz—“Please, we need this. You know we need this.”

“No, I’m not going-”

“Could you please surgically remove your head from your ass for one second and consider that this is for the Team?—Eleanor interrupted, employing the same words he had used last year when Declan Nash was denying to even have a conversation with him about a possible treatment for sepsis. She wanted him to know how stupid and irrational was being at that moment.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re behaving like a goddamn diva, a freaking a spoiled child, you know? Do you think your ego is bigger than the needs of the Diagnostics Team? How unprofessional of you, seriously.”

Ethan’s face disfigured at words, exposing his embarrassment and mortification. After a few moments, he glanced at his colleagues apologetically.

“I, uh… Spoiled child seems to suit the occasion. And unprofessional. I owe you all an apology.”

Baz and June seemed clearly surprised by the bold words Eleanor had used on him and how she got to tame his anger in just a few seconds when Ethan had been punishing her for weeks after what happened with Gwyneth. When Ethan wasn’t looking at them, Baz raised his thumb, nodding amazed. 

*

After the meeting with Leland Bloom, the team returned to Edenbrook to discuss the possible diagnosis with the information provided by the patient.

“The results will be ready this afternoon, so I’ll be doing rounds while I wait for them”—Eleanor informed after ordering the exams in the Nurses’ Station.

Ethan nodded imperceptibly but didn’t say anything, making Eleanor sigh.

She needed to talk about this. Her colon couldn’t support another day or another week avoiding the topic and hearing his outbursts just like that day. Now that the truth was out, there was no point in avoiding facing it. She looked around to check if there was any sight of June or Baz near, but the hallway was absolutely deserted.

“So, you stopped acting like a spoiled child, but you’re keeping the unprofessional act?”—She asked, standing in front of his desk, arms crossed and serious glare.

“Excuse me?”—Ethan took off his glasses, visibly offended.

“You are clearly pissed off with me because you saw me this morning with Bryce, and if you are bringing personal stuff to our working relationship, let me tell you that you’re being pathetically unprofessional, Ethan.”

“Watch out your tone, Bloom.”

“Watch out your reactions, Ramsey.”—Snaped her, instantly—"You have scolded and snubbed me for weeks just because I’ve ignored all your insinuations, and  you can’t keep being like that.”

“Insinuations, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t know it. Since you came back from the Amazon you have waited for me to make a move on you, even if you said we were over for good. And when you realized that I wasn’t gonna play that game, you started to act like an ass just like before you left.”

“Clearly ego issues are contagious, and the scalpel jockey infected you badly.”

“Oh. So why the hell you’ve been acting this way with me, then?”

“Because you went behind my back in contacting Gwyneth Monroe.”

“No, it started before her. When we visited Evelyn Vega’s art exposition you were already acting weird. The fool’s act doesn’t work with me, Ethan.”

He stared thoughtfully, trying to suppress the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He didn’t want to say it. It was against his nature and against the decision he had made. But like everything that involved Eleanor, he was about to act against all his self-control.

“Four months ago you were so… persistent about us being together, and now you’re dating him?”

“A lot of things can happen in four months, you’re smarter than that, Ethan. And should I remind you that you were the one who ended things and only wanted a professional relationship?”

“No, I know that.”

“Then tell me, why is all this fuss really for? We broke up whatever we had four months ago, so clearly my personal life it’s not your concern, and yet it’s messing with our working relationship.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re with him.”

“What do you mean by him?”

“He’s shallow, annoying, egocentric, a scalpel jockey, and you deserve more than that.”

“Don’t you dare to talk about Bryce like that, Ethan.”

Ethan stopped, eyes wide opened, surprised with the almost visceral reaction she had had at hearing his words.

“I’m wrong? Do you know what’s behind all that skin-deep beauty and ego?”

Ethan knew he was more than that, but still, he wasn’t enough for Eleanor. He needed a sharp mind, someone, that challenges her. Someone like him.

“Of course I know him, why the fuck do you think I’ve been with him for three months?”

Since the first moment her intention wasn’t to hurt him, but god, he was being so mean that somehow now she wanted to throw all over his face how much time she had been with Bryce, so he knew this wasn’t an insignificant relationship and that she didn’t spend two whole months crying for his absence. At least not physically, but emotionally, she did.

“D…”—Her words were like a punch in the face. Three months.—“Don’t you see he’s not for you? You deserve better than that, Eleanor.”

Eleanor took a deep breath, containing all her anger. She didn’t want to make a scene. She had to be an adult, but it was difficult when Ethan was acting this irrational and stupid.

“I don’t know who you think you are to talk about someone you clearly don’t know. Not even your status as a second-best diagnostician in the country gives you the superpowers to know a person without really talk or spend time with them.—She took another breath—"That said, I’ll inform you that Bryce has been all the transparent you never were with me in all this time. When I was about to be suspended by the Committee, he was there to give me moral support. When you left for the Amazon, he started inviting me out because he couldn’t stand to see me sad. He saw my pain and did something to relieve me, not like you, that every time you saw me drowning, you preferred to ignore me because it’s easier than to deal with my emotions and yours. When I’m sad, when I can’t deal with this whole situation with you, he is there for me, to supporting and listening to me. So, do you really think I don’t deserve someone like him?”

Ethan felt how his ego was taking hostage of his body, he hated to be this way, but that question had been wandering her mind since the moment he saw Bryce in her bed.

“Do you still love me?”

That question took her by surprise. She knew he would ask her at some point, but not now. Still, she didn’t have intentions to deny it.

“Unfortunately, yes. But it isn’t important, actually.”

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“Eleanor…”

“Why do you care now?”—She interrupted before he could say anything that could trick her mind.—"You were very clear to me that nothing can happen between us, you ignored me for two months when you left for the Amazon, and now that I’m doing my life you suddenly care? The bollocks, Ethan.”

“I never thought you…”—He stopped mid-sentence.

“That I would move on? That my life would keep going after you? I can’t believe you’re this selfish Ethan. And this egocentric.”

“I don’t mean it like that…”

“I don’t care. Whatever you have to say, save it. You had your chances, and you preferred the easiest path. Punish me and ignore me, and I don’t deserve that.”

Eleanor left the room, her heart racing really fast. She was angry, scared, sad, anxious, guilty. All the stupid feelings Ethan always managed to make her feel, now were invading her mind and heart, threatening to explode inside her. She ran to the nearest restroom she found and once there she locked herself in the cubicle, releasing a sob.

All that had been holding up these weeks since Ethan was back in Boston, was now free. All that had been holding up because of Bryce, because she wanted things to work, but she wasn’t going to make Ethan a regular topic in their relationship. She had shared with Bryce the whole fight and how of an ass he was acting but never told him how she really felt. How devastated she was with the fact that he was ignoring her and scolding her because she had moved on. Never told him how difficult it was not even looking at him in the eyes because she was afraid that she would surrender to her most deep desires. Never told him that this whole situation was unfair because that was a moment to be learning from him, not avoiding him. Instead, she was receiving the worst of him as a person and as a doctor as he was throwing all outside the window because he was jealous.

And now she was feeling angry and more disappointed than ever. She never expected that Ethan would question her choices, especially the person with whom she had to move on. And never expected him to be this prejudicious. That he would suggest that Bryce as her partner was synonymous with insult and indignity. 

She felt sick at realizing how blindly selfish he was. And for a person like that, Eleanor couldn’t spend another tear, so after a few deep breaths, she wiped the tears from her face and started to wander around the hospital to find something useful to do.

Half an hour later, she was informed that the results couldn’t be ready that day, so she went back to the office to inform Ethan, in the hopes that she could leave early to spend the rest of the afternoon with Bryce and Keiki.

“Dr. Ramsey, the lab has informed me that the results couldn’t be ready today, there was a problem with previous analysis that had to be made again and that is on top priority, but they’ll be ready tomorrow morning.”

“Alright. You’re discharged, then.”

“Thank you.”

She was about to grab her purse when Ethan stood up from his chair.

“Eleanor, wait.”

She turned to him, her face emotionless.

“I need to understand why.”

“Why what?”

“Why you… moved on so fast when you… you said you love me. How could you leave what we had in the past just after a month? Was all you said a lie?”

Eleanor felt heartbroken. She sensed his pain and how subtly he was acknowledging that after all this time he still couldn’t move on, but at the same time, she couldn’t believe he was questioning her feelings when he had been the one who broke everything they had.

“How… How can you doubt my feelings, Ethan? How?—She said as her voice was breaking—"I was honest with you the whole time. The whole time you were ignoring me I opened up my heart to you, I ridiculed myself in front of you every time I tried to make to your senses. You really think that all that was a trap?”

“No, but…”—Ethan walked towards her and stopped a few inches away as he sensed her discomfort.—"How could you do it so fast and…. with someone so shallow, you deserve better than that. You’re brilliant, you need someone who comprehends your sharp mind…”

“Shut up!”—She roared—"I’m tired of this shit, Ethan. Don’t ever talk about Bryce like that, you hear me? You have no idea…”—A sob escaped from her throat. It really affected her how bad he was treating Bryce—“…how wonderful he is and all the things he had done for me. If you knew, you wouldn’t be saying this bullshit. You should be grateful to him instead.”

“Why you say that?”

“Because he cleaned the mess you made. You were the one that broke me into hundred pieces, and not just when you left, but every time you ignored me and pretended that I didn’t exist, every time you didn’t answer my calls or emails, even when you started to punish me for moving on. You have spent months breaking me, Ethan. In million pieces. And you know who took all the broken pieces of me, who is putting them all together? Him. Like the brilliant scalpel jockey he is, he has been stitching every single piece of me with love, dedication, with patience, with a lot of patience. He has shown me how real and selfless love is by being a good friend, inviting me out, making me laugh, putting me on top of his priorities when not even I was putting myself first.  And he had never hurt me, you know? So don’t ever say that I don’t deserve him, because he’s precisely what I deserve after all the hell you made me live.”

Ethan couldn’t say anything, and after a few moments, Eleanor turned to leave, but before she could take her belongings, he spoke.

“Do you love him?”

She faced him, bravery in her entire body even if she was still crying.

“Yes”.

Eleanor could see how his life fell apart, how she broke him with just a single word.

“But you said that you…”

“I love him but I’m not in love with him, yet.”

“You’re still in love with me, then?”—He said with a hint of hope.

“Yes, but that doesn’t change anything between us.”

“It does. Eleanor, I wanted to make things right, but I was afraid.”

“Don’t you think I wasn’t afraid too? I exposed myself in front of you a hundred times and I kept doing it even if you rejected me ninety-nine times before.”

“You have always been braver than I am.”

“Yes. That’s why I asking you to please end all this crap for good and let me be happy.”

“I … I don’t know if I can.”

Suddenly, he heard a hiss and before he could direct his eyes to the source of the noise, an imponent and categorically voice filled the air.

“Enough. ”

Ethan and Eleanor turned to the voice, startled, only to find Bryce standing in front of the sliding doors, his face frozen in a cold glare.

“Enough of your stupid game of making her feel guilty for the shit you created, Ramsey.”

“Bryce…"—Eleanor said in a tiny voice, clearly surprised of his attitude, but grateful that he had interrupted that tortuous exchange.

"This is not of your concern, Lahela.”

“If you are making her feel like shit, if you are making her cry like she is now, of course it’s my concern and I won’t let you do this to her anymore, you hear me?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No, I’m asking you to behave like a decent human being and stop torturing her with your mistakes. She has paid more than enough for them, and it’s not fair you keep doing this. So, if you really, really care about her like you’re trying to show, take a step back and leave her alone.”

Ethan was speechless. He never thought he would see Bryce this serious and commanding, and that he would call him out like this. His eyes were now burning with fury and was standing a few inches ahead of Eleanor in a protective way, waiting for anything Ethan could throw at her or him and respond.

When Bryce understood that Ethan wouldn’t say another word, he turned to Eleanor.

“Come on, babe, let’s get outta here.”

“Okay.”—Her voice was barely a murmur.

"You have your purse here?”

“Yeah, it’s…”

“ Got it"—He said when he localized the black leather bag hanging from a chair in the circular table. Once he was standing beside her again, he held her hand and together walked out of the office, while the examining eyes of Ethan followed every movement of them.

The last thing he heard before the doors slid shut was a soft "It’s okay baby, I got you” after a few sobs, while through the windows he could see how Bryce was holding her in his arms, her face deep buried in his chest. Then, total silence. His hammering head full questions and guilt had deafened him. 

___

A/N2: So, with this chapter, I officially declare that Bryce is Leo cusp Virgo in my AU, thank you very much. 

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Found A New Padawan Ch 2: Padawan Of Two Masters

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10895802/chapters/79058623 Taglist: open

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chap!! I’ll just hope since there was nothing said soo ya. I’ll take it. Anyways, here’s the next chap!

Anakin and Mace rested on their beds in the Medcenter of the Temple. They had just talked about Boba Fett when Satine had entered the room looking rather frantic. She only calmed down when she saw Ikoe laying in bed unconscious. It’s been a couple of days since they were saved from the wreck. Ikoe had come out of the bacta tank yesterday evening and has been taking it easy as the Med Droid suggested. Though they wanted to ask why Satine was here, she was a bit focused on Ikoe who was waking up it seemed.

A soft groan left Ikoe as she woke up slowly. She blinked slowly as she looked around the fairly bright room, squinting slightly as she tried figuring out where she was. “W-where am I?” she croaked out the question and Satine got her something to drink. “Who are you?” she asked softly after finishing the cup. The two could only watch in shock as Satine seemed to crumble at that question. They decided then to go figure out what was up.

“Duchess Satine. What are you doing here?” Anakin asked and Satine looked over at him, pain clear as day in her eyes.

“You’re med droid called for me. I’ve been looking for my brother and his family for years,” she replied, looking over at Ikoe. “And now I’ve finally found my niece,” she whispered, her hand resting on the bed, unsure of grasping her hand.

“Niece?” Mace asked, sharing a shocked look with Anakin.

“Yes, she was my brothers’ daughter. I’ve been searching for her for years, and you found her finally. Thank you,” Satine said with a grateful smile.

“You’re my aunt?” Ikoe asked softly and Satine nodded.

“Yes, I was devastated when I heard my brother’s ship disappeared. And so was your brother,” she said and her eyes widened.

“Brother?” she looked rather excited by the prospect.

“Yes, your older brother Korkie. He had to stay behind in Mandalore but he should be here in a few days,” Satine explained and Ikoe smiled at that.

“Mind telling me about them?” she asked.

“I would love to tell you about them,” Satine replied, though the two Jedi could tell it hurt her that Ikoe didn’t remember her, or their family. The door hissed open and the group watched as a med droid came into the room and looked around curiously before heading over to Ikoe and Satine.

“You are Satine Kryze, correct?” the droid asked and Satine nodded. “Your niece has sustained internal damage due to an explosion in a Star Destroyers along with some minor burns and a head injury. Some side effects of a head injury are temporary amnesia, dizziness, nausea, headaches, and sensitivity to light and noises,” the droid explained and Satine grabbed Ikoe’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“How’s her injury doing?” she asked and a whir filled the room from the droid.

“She seems to be recovering well. I surmise that she should be discharged in a couple of days,” the droid answered and Satine nodded, smiling softly at feeling Ikoe squeeze her hand back.

“How long can the amnesia stay? And, is it normal for people to forget things from before an accident?” Mace decided to ask since it seemed that Ikoe only really had trouble remembering things from before her crash.

“Amnesia can last for as little as a few days to years. It depends on what type of amnesia they have which only time can tell us. Typically, people forget the days leading to the accident. It seems like Miss Ikoe here has sustained head trauma years earlier so she would indeed forget things leading to her accident. That could endanger her to having a worse case now. However it seems that’s not the case,” the robot replied and the group nodded.

“Yes, that does seem to make sense. I can’t blame you for not remembering your brother or parents. You were quite young,” Satine whispered and the two nodded.

“If that is all, I have other patients I need to take care of. I’ll come back to do a check-up in a few hours,” the droid said before leaving the room once more.

XXXXXX

“I’ll teach you more tomorrow. Why don’t you go hang out with your brother and aunt,” Mace suggested with the barest hints of a smile. Ikoe smiled as she nodded and left Mace’s quarters and headed out of the Temple toward where Satine was staying. It’s been over a week since they’ve visited and it was their last day on Coruscant before they were due back to Mandalore. She was grateful that they were letting her get to know them once more even though they could have just cut contact.

She waved to Anakin who was talking to Obi-Wan, a man she was introduced to a few days after Korkie arrived. Obi-Wan smiled as he waved to her before she left and continued talking to Anakin as they walked toward the council room to discuss Ikoe’s fate. The two greeted Mace as they all entered the council room together and sat down while Anakin stood in the middle to offer what he knew.

“Duchess Satine, it’s good to see you again,” a woman said and Satine smiled as she hugged the woman as they paused in a center that had benches around with a few shops. Beside the woman was a clone trooper with red paint on his armor.

“It’s good to see you, again, Padme,” Satine said pulling back and nodding to the trooper. “Good to see you, Commander Fox. Please, let me introduce you to my niece and nephew,” she said gesturing to the two behind her. “Padme, this is Korkie and Ikoe. Ikoe, this is Senator Padme Amidala and Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.” She pointed to each in turn and the two smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Senator Padme, Commander Fox,” Ikoe said as her brother nodded and shook both their hands.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Ikoe, Korkie. Your aunt talks about you a lot. And please, just call me Padme,” Padme said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you,” Fox greeted before looking around for any threats.

“So, Padme, why do you have protection now? Did something happen?” Satine asked as the group moved to sit at a bench.

“There’s been some rumors going around that troubles brewing. So Palpatine wants every senator to have a guard with them when they go to town. But I’m sure the threat is nothing. Besides, this is a great way for the guard to see the city,” Padme said smiling as she looked over at Fox who simply shook his head.

“I’m here for your protection, Senator,” he replied and Padme chuckled.

“And who says you can’t explore the city while also protecting me? I know you haven’t seen much of it,” she replied and Fox wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“Oh, we can explore the city together! I’ve been stuck in the MedCenter for ages until now,” Ikoe said and Padme smiled and nodded agreement.

“That sounds like a great idea. But since Fox will worry, why don’t we wait for him to call in another guard to make sure there isn’t any worry about our safety,” Padme said with a knowing smirk that had Ikoe and Korkie laughing while Fox presumably rolled his eyes. But he did indeed comm one of his guards to come to where they were.

“Commander Thorn will be here soon to help keep you safe,” Fox said and the group chuckled softly while Ikoe looked intently at Fox before scooching closer to where he stood. “Yes?”

“Mind telling me what it’s like being a guard for all the senators?” Ikoe asked, tilting her head curious about his job. That had Fox reacting slightly in shock since not many people would ask that.

“Uh, alright,” he said turning to face her before going into discussing what his job was and what it entailed with the other three looking fascinated as he talked.

XXXXXX

2 Months Later

“-you had?” Yoda asked as Ikoe stood before the council and she nodded.

“Yes, not the same as you require, but what I could get,” she explained and the group shared a look.

“What training did you get?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Well, the woman that took me in-” she started but got cut off.

“A Codeslicer?” Mace asked and Ikoe nodded.

“Yes, a Codeslicer named Zahea took me in and found all that she could about the Jedi and the Force to teach me,” she explained and the group nodded.

“A Mirialan?” Mace asked and she nodded.

“Yes. So I imagine Zahea was able to find a lot of information about teaching about the force,” she said and the group nodded. “And most recently, Master Windu has been teaching me everything he knows about it while I healed from the incident. I understand that many of you believe me too old to join the Jedi, but I have been taught most of what the younglings would have been taught,” she pointed out and she watched as various masters nodded to that.

“Bad are they, attachments,” Yoda pointed and Ikoe glanced down at that.

“Well, then you should have prevented my meeting with my aunt while I had no memory of her. If you allow me to join, I won’t let my attachments be used against me,” she argued and that had the group pausing in shock.

“Outside, you shall wait. Decision, we will come too,” Yoda said and Ikoe nodded before heading outside the council room. She immediately sat down with a sigh and leaned her head back onto the wall and looked up at the ceiling.

“So your waiting for the council to decide?” Ikoe looked down to see Anakin’s padawan in front of her.

“Yes. They….seem hesitant to let me in. But I can’t figure out which of the reasons is the big reason why,” she admitted and the girl hummed as she sat across from her.

“Yeah, you do seem to have a lot going against you. Ahsoka Tano,” she introduced and Ikoe smiled as she held a hand out to her.

“Ikoe Kryze,” she returned the introduction and glanced back at the entrance to the room. “Want to meditate out here with me?”

“Sure. Anakin is off doing who knows what right now,” Ahsoka said with a smile and moved easily to be in a position to meditate. “Have you meditated before?”

“Ah, probably not the proper way,” she admitted with a chuckle that Ahsoka shared.

“Well, all you have to do is just breathe and feel the force all around you. Concentrate on it and feel it work around you,” Ahsoka tried explaining as she closed her eyes to do so and she heard Ikoe taking a breath and following suit.

XXXXXX

“Ikoe?” Mace asked softly and watched as the two teens opened their eyes to look over at him. They weren’t sure how much time had passed as they meditated. “The council has come to a decision,” he said and Ikoe nodded to Ahsoka as she stood up and followed Mace back into the council room where Obi-Wan moved to stand next to her with Mace staying on her other side.

“Padawan, you will be. Teach you, they will, Master Kenobi and Master Windu,” Yoda said and Ikoe beamed as she bowed to Yoda and the other Masters.

“Thank you, Master Yoda,” she said as she straightened though there was a look of confusion. “I have a question though, how come both Master Obi-Wan and Master Mace will be teaching me?” she asked and the two in question shared a look before moving to stand in front of her.

“That is a fair question, young padawan. The reason is you need to be taught more before going into the field properly and Master Obi-Wan is often off-planet. So I’ll teach you when he’s off-planet,” Mace explained and Ikoe nodded as Obi-Wan nodded.

“Yes, I’ll teach you when I can while I’m on Coruscant. Come, we shall start now,” Obi-Wan said and Ikoe nodded, smiling as she followed after Obi-Wan. “When I think you’re ready, you’ll get your very own lightsaber, young padawan,” he said and Ikoe smiled as she looked at the ground.

“I’ll do my best to become ready to wield one, Master,” she said and Obi-Wan smiled.

“I know you will,” he said before looking up slightly. She reminds me of you, Master, Obi-Wan thought, you’d have liked her I think.

Ok, here it is! So next chap, I’m thinkin will either be the Zero senate fiasco or her building her lightsaber. Though, I could do the senate part then her building the lightsaber then the hunt. Feel free to say which one you want to see happen. Love ya! Until next time!! ~Love Willa<3<3<3

[mariamermaid]

Firstborns

Loki X fem Reader

Summary: After Loki had met you on earth, the time had finally come to meet his family, since the next generation was approaching…

Warnings: pregnancy mentions, (I kinda didn´t proofread this)

Words: 1.8k

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“Loki? Loki!” You hurried through the apartment, to find him waiting on the arm chair, the small luggage next to him. He put the book down he was just reading, to face you. “Darling, you don´t need more clothes, my mother will enjoy it anyways to dress you accordingly to the occasion.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Loki raised and put his finger on your lips.

“It´s going to be fine, I promise you; they´ll love you.”

You found yourself again on the so called Bifrost and you were already gawking. Asgard was just stunning. You saw the fine line from the horizon and the eternal universe. The Golden Building, in which you arrived and then led to the translucent shimmering bridge. The city with the castle rising on the growing hills. Your mouth was opened and all you could to was stare. Loki chuckled and put an arm around you.

“Love, this is my brother.” He introduced you to the tall blonde-haired man. He was built more muscular than Loki, a rough beard framing his angular face. He brightly smiled at you and reminded you more and more of a golden retriever. “Lady Y/n! It is such a pleasure to finally meet you!”

He didn´t even hesitate and hugged you tightly. “Oh, hi!” It was all you could get out as your feet left the ground and Thor lifted you up. Loki patted his brother on the shoulder. “Oh, leave her or you´ll squash her.” He and Thor erupted in easy laughter. You loved seeing him interact with Thor this way, you knew it wasn´t always easy for them. Loki first grabbed your luggage and then your hand. “Let´s show your around.”

At the end of the Bifrost bridge was a carriage awaiting you. Two strong horses were harnessed in front of the carriage, a golden horse with thick fur and a darker sleeker one. You smiled when eyeing them and questioned, if they had been chosen on purpose. Loki opened the door and held your hand when you entered; he was a true gentleman. The interior was made out of dark red satin and golden details. Thor sat down to your opposite, while Loki was seated next to you. Without thinking, he took your hand again in his and Thor grinned over his brother´s reaction.

“I gotta say, it is so nice to finally meet the woman, that has changed my brother.” He added yet again and Loki rolled his eyes. “You know at first we all wondered what had happened, only a few years back he was trying to overrule the entire world.” Loki chuckled rather awkwardly and blushed slightly. You pressed his hand and blinked at him. It was always his luck, that you had a soft spot for bad guys.

“Father didn´t even think it was possible.” Loki´s expression hardened; you knew he was nervous about his father. But even Thor quickly changed the topic. “We all want to know how you two met by the way, but Mother urged me not to ask you. She wants to hear everything by you in person.“ You loved seeing how excited they all were to meet you, it made you feel so special and honored.

When you entered the halls, you couldn´t even bring yourself to speak. The long golden halls with the detailed flourishes. It was truly one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. You pressed yourself closer to Loki´s side. “You grew up here?!” You asked him whispering and he chuckled quietly. “It´s been a while for me as well.”

At the main hall awaited Odin and Frigga. They were both seated on the thrones and wore stunning robes. Loki had chosen to wear a simple black suit and you wore an easy cocktail dress, but you felt completely underdressed. They both rose from their thrones when you entered and made their way to you. Somehow overwhelmed, you were able to put together a small bow, but Frigga chuckled. “Oh, you don´t need to bow, you must mean a lot to Loki; you´re family now.”

It made you blush uncontrollably and Frigga hugged you. She had such a warm and welcoming presence. Even Odin smiled at you and shook politely your hand, he wasn´t a man of affection.

“I have to say, we were all surprised when Loki announced that he was bringing a Lady with him.” “It´s such an honor to meet you and to even be here”, you explained smiling. “Oh sweetie, let´s get you dressed for dinner”, Frigga smiled and pulled you away from Loki. You exchanged glances with him, but Loki only nodded. He trusted his mother and he trusted you. The nervous part was still coming…

It felt like the hundredth time that you gawked for this day, but now you starred at yourself on the mirror. You wore a long, dark green dress out of satin, that fell down your body like a waterfall. At the top, the straps and the cleavage was made out of golden details. The sleeves were made out of a translucent fabric that cloaked your arms in a shimmering shadow. It was a rather sleek dress and you were glad that your stomach wasn´t really showing, at least not for now. But you also knew that the truth couldn´t be hidden forever.

“You look beautiful”, Frigga admitted and eyed you in the mirror. “Thank you so much”, you thanked her, but she only shrugged. “I see the way my son looks at you, he loves you very much and even I have to be honest, I didn´t think he would find someone like you.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Like me?” She took your hand and led you to the large window, from which you could eye Asgard perfectly. “Loki wasn´t always easy, you know that. As a mother you´re always worried about your child and it fills me with joy to see him with you.  Someone who accepts and loves him no matter what. He needs you.” You were surprised by the amount of trust Frigga had, but she simply smiled. With your hand you traveled to your stomach, to brush against the fabric, but really checking your tummy. “Mother instincts.”

The dinner that was served was just as you imagined, huge and elegant. You heard that the dinner would be in a smaller circle and tomorrow more friends and family would join. You knew it meant to drop the bomb today and you grew more nervous with each minute passing. Loki sat to your right, Thor to your left and across from you, Odin and Frigga. You ate with gold cutlery and you were more than lucky to have studied the table manners just before coming to Asgard. It was barely noticeable that you usually didn´t eat like this, you fitted perfectly in. And Loki smiled at you, remembering the nights where you sat on the floor on the fire stairs outside your apartment with empty pizza cartons, watching the stars and drinking cheap wine. He loved those nights, you had spent hours just talking, it was those nights when he remembered falling in love with you.

“So, how did you two meet?” Frigga finally asked and you swore to have seen Odin roll his eye. But then Frigga nudged his side and he nodded as well. “Well it wasn´t anything special.” You started explaining, but Loki held you back. “It was in this book store, I was looking for something new things to read.” Frigga chuckled. “Always reading.”

You nodded, but let Loki continue. “Well and we basically stumbled into each other, but I have to be honest; I had an eye on her for a while then. I just didn´t know how to ask her out”, he explained you blushed, but Loki was proud enough and kissed your head. Frigga held her hands folded together over her mouth, looking very close to tears. Odin on the other side nodded again. Loki however did not notice and exchanged a glance with you, then nodded reassuring.

“Since we´re already talking about us, we have an announcement to make.” Your hand was fumbling around the dress, but Loki took it and pressed your hand in his; he always knew how to calm you down. Frigga waited patiently, but never stopping to smile brightly and so did Thor, Odin only waited. “Y/n is… We…

“We´re having a baby.” You both said at the same time and you couldn´t help but smile. Frigga and Thor immediately jumped from their seats and Thor applaud loudly. Frigga embraced you again, this time tighter, barely letting you go and Thor hugged his brother. “So happy for you, I knew something was up!” Frigga exclaimed and a simple tear rolled down her cheek. She looked up to Thor. “I´m gonna have a grandchild soon.” She said and Thor grinned. “I´m gonna be an uncle!” You came close to tears as well, feeling so grateful about how his family was reacting. Loki hugged you from the side, still facing Frigga and Thor, but quickly kissing your lips. He seemed so relieved and happy, but the Odin stood up from the table. His face neutral and slowly walking towards your small group. You felt Loki´s hand slightly shivering and pressed yourself against his side. Whatever would come, you´d be ready. Loki had warned you in advance, it wasn´t very traditional to have a child before marriage, but so far, they reacted amazing.

“I didn´t expect this day to come, at least not so soon.” Odin started and you all awaited his words coming. You glanced at Frigga and Thor; they were nervous as well. “Thor was always my firstborn, often he seemed to be the better me and you, Loki, you were always different. But no matter what happened, you are my son. I never imagined for your child to be a firstborn, but here we are. And we´re gonna accept him or her no matter what, I already made a few mistakes in raising you two; I want to be a better grandfather and I want you always be there for your child. I´m sure you´ll be a good father and great parents.” It was then when Loki couldn´t hold it in anymore and he hugged Odin tightly. You saw his eyes slightly red and smiled until your mouth hurt.

You all then took your glasses and Loki raised a toast.

“To the sun shining on this family again! And to you, Y/n, the love of my life, I know you´ll be an amazing mother and whatever will come, we´ll get through it, I promise. I love you, darling.” You smiled and clinked your glass with him, just for Loki to lean down and press his lips on yours again. When you parted, they rest had already taken a sip and Frigga grinned.

“So, when´s the wedding?”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

You’re Singing To: Peter and Henry

This is a short piece and a good morning gift for @spiffythespook! Her OC Henry and my OC Peter, just having a moment. CW for references to pet whump and two guys being absolute idiots about each other.

Peter had come in to ask Henry a question - somehow, he’d ended up lying on his back on Henry’s bedroom floor instead.

His knees were up and bent so his feet were flat on the floor, half-dozing in a loose long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants with his hands folded over his stomach while Henry laid on his stomach and looked through a book or something up on his bed. 

Henry was humming to himself, and Peter didn’t know this song - maybe it was a new one, a song he was writing - but it was soft, and kept him lulled in his doze. The notes Henry was humming skipped up and down in a complicated rhythm, one that Henry never missed a beat on but Peter could never have come up with it.

Sounded like something he was writing - it didn’t sound like any music Peter had ever heard, anyway… and besides, Henry wrote music constantly now, scribbling bars and thoughts down on every spare scrap of paper, playing a little on the piano as he walked past it, losing himself in hours of vocal and piano practice, even beyond what Karen required. 

His voice was stronger than ever, but every song he sang was laced with a wounded emotion Peter knew Karen couldn’t hear. 

Peter could hear it, though, which was why he was lying on the floor of Henry’s room in the first place. Henry had been humming something sad when Peter had originally walked in. 

The song wasn’t sad any longer, but the thing about Henry was that he didn’t really talk much. You had to just be around him for a while, and wait, and maybe eventually he’d answer your questions with more than a single syllable in reply.

“What are you doing?” He asked, without opening his eyes.

“Math,” Henry replied.

Well, okay. Maybe he hadn’t been in here long enough yet.

Peter crooked one eye open to look over and up. Henry was chewing on the end of a pencil, his eyes focused on the book open in front of him. Those eyes flickered to Peter’s, briefly, and for a second Peter felt like something caught him, in a way he didn’t understand.

Then Henry looked away, and the feeling was gone.

“You’re doing math?” Peter asked, certain he’d heard wrong but also just wanting Henry to look at him again, for reasons he couldn’t really name or explain. “On purpose? For fun?”

“I like math,” Henry said flatly. “It gives my brain something to do. I like figuring things out. The library has the textbooks for the classes I was-” His voice caught.

Peter watched the shadow that went across Henry’s face and then was gone, buried behind the mask of calm apathy that Henry wore like armor. 

“I had this whole plan… I was going to major in math, and minor in music when I went to college, so I could still keep learning all the things I love, and I just…” Henry frowned and leaned over, scribbling something on a piece of paper, never taking his eyes off the book. “I had a plan, before… this. This was going to be one of the classes I took my freshman year.”

Before she put a collar on me and told me I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I probably had a plan, too,” Peter said, with a shrug. He didn’t know, actually, if he would have had a plan. The contract he’d signed said he was eighteen, but he wasn’t, and they all knew it. Dex had told him, once, that he was sixteen years old still when he was taken into training. That was illegal, that was a crime, but who do you tell?

Call the WRU hotline, Peter thought, and caught a cynical little snicker before it made it out of his mouth. Oh, Madam would love that. What she did to Dex would look like Ring-Around-the-Rosey compared to how she’d react if I called and reported her to her own company.

Henry was looking at him when he opened his eyes again, pencil flat on the paper. “What? What are you laughing about?”

A bit of his red hair had fallen over his forehead, and Peter’s eyes were stuck there for a second, and his fingers twitched. He wanted… something, some vague ill-defined something that he couldn’t seem to hold onto long enough to name it. He felt like this around Henry all the time now, itchy and impatient but not knowing what he was waiting for.

“Nothing,” Peter answered, with a shrug. “Just thinking about, um, how Madam would react if I called her hotline to report that she got me underage.” 

Henry snorted. “‘All pets are of legal and consenting age,’” He recited, matching Karen’s tone of voice exactly, and the two of them grinned at each other. “God, even I had to memorize that, and I didn’t even have to do training. Everything they make you guys memorize is just one more big lie.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m sure something they taught me is true,” Peter said, faintly, trying to think. He didn’t remember training very well - white walls and white lights and pain and dizzy and sick. Defiance and fear, until he’d been sent to Karen herself as a gift, half-broken and still spitting curses.

Throwing up the meat she fed him, again and again, until finally all it did was hurt him, and he could keep it down. 

Peter pushed himself to his feet, and Henry watched him, shifting slightly to lay more on his side. “Are you leaving?”

“No, I’m going to steal your stuff,” Peter said cheerfully, ducking into Henry’s closet. “I don’t get any fancy clothes like you do, I want to look at them.”

“Yeah, go ahead. At least I get to dress nicely,” Henry muttered, penciling the answer to a new question on his paper. His voice became a little muffled as Peter went into Henry’s walk-in closet, the second-largest closet in the house after Karen’s own. On one side, Henry’s casual clothes - button-downs neatly pressed and hung, even his jeans were hung on hangers folded in half, not that he ever really wore them. Folded sweaters in a special dresser just for them. A line of shoes, mostly leather and Karen made Peter be the one to shine everyone’s leather shoes.

“I wish I knew why she hates me so much,” Peter mumbled, looking at the line of suit jackets on the other side, all in colors Karen had chosen for Henry. He and Henry were almost the same size - Peter was on the shorter side, and Sebastian had said once or twice that the Facility training had probably made him skip his last growth spurt, if he was going to have one. He and Henry were almost the same size.

He found one of his favorites of Henry’s - a deep blue but with a kind of pattern in the weave of the fabric, lighter blues that melded and blended and Henry looked amazing in this one, under the performance lights. The last really big WRU party, some kind of charity fundraiser, Henry had worn this one to play piano and sing, and Peter had watched him all night and thought about how nice the blue looked with his red hair.

“I’m really glad you kept your brain,” Peter called out, as he pulled the jacket off its hanger, feeling his fingers slide over the soft fabric, the satin-y lining inside. A secret pocket, with-

There was a piece of paper in Henry’s little secret suit pocket, and Peter swallowed. He… probably shouldn’t have, but he pulled the folded piece of notebook paper out, looking at it.

“Are you?” Henry answered, his own voice slightly sardonic, calm as always. “Because it means I do math for fun, which I think officially makes me the most boring person who lives in this house.”

“You’re not boring,” Peter said, a little defensively, and unfolded the paper to look down at it.

He blinked at what he saw, written in Henry’s careful, angular handwriting, black ink on what paper with blue lines.

Breathe, Henry. It was a note he had written to himself, apparently, to have on-hand for the last performance he had given. Never let them see you care. You’re not singing for them. You don’t sing for her. She isn’t the reason.

You’re singing to Peter. 

He swallowed, but it felt like his throat had closed, and he swallowed reflexively, again and again staring in silence down at the paper. At the same time a flush of prickly, strange heat seemed to settle along just under his skin, goosebumps raising and then settling and what did that mean, you’re singing to Peter?

Henry was talking, but there was a rush of sound in Peter’s head and he didn’t hear it. After a pause, memorizing the words Henry had written, Peter folded the paper back up and slid it back into the pocket, a secret to be kept by both of them from each other.

Then he slid the jacket on over his shirt, feeling the slippery-slide movement of the silk lining, the slight weight of the heavier fabric as it settled over his shoulders. 

“Hey, did you hear me or not?” Henry asked from outside, and Peter wondered if he was blushing, because his face felt suddenly too warm, uncomfortably flushed. He shook himself like a dog shakes off water, raked a hand back through his short dark hair, and stepped out of the closet. 

“No, I didn’t. What’d you say?” Peter asked, tilting his head. 

Henry didn’t answer, just stared at him in the suit jacket, slowly pushing himself up to sitting, his eyes traveling over Peter’s shoulders, the way a curl of dark hair rested over the back of the jacket’s neckline, down over his chest and his stomach and then back up to his face.

Peter saw Henry swallow, too.

They met eyes, for just a second, and something felt wrong and terribly right, and Peter was worried if he took a step he’d keep walking right to the bed. Henry didn’t like to be touched, and so Peter mostly didn’t, but he didn’t always mind if Peter was the one who touched him - to ruffle his hair or hug him when he was scared, to hold him when he cried for Dex’s injuries or for his own lost future.

Henry’s eyes locked on his, and the moment drew out. Seconds where neither of them moved. Then Henry cleared his throat. “I said-… I want you to-” Henry’s voice cracked, and he looked away. 

The moment broke.

Peter let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“I said, um,” Henry said softly, “That we should go downstairs for lunch pretty soon. Are you going to take Dex some of yours, or should I take him some of mine?”

Look at me again.

“I’ll take him mine,” Peter said, his own voice low. He wanted to take the jacket off and he didn’t, because it kind of smelled like the cologne Henry wore when he did performances for Karen’s friends, and the smell around him made him feel almost light-headed, not quite drunk with it… not that he knew what being drunk felt like.

Please look at me again.

Henry nodded, pushing himself up off the bed, pushing the hair back from over his forehead. “I’ll go ask Seb what we’re having. Probably soup again, Dex mostly eats soup right now, so-”

“Henry.”

Henry froze, his eyes on the wall and not on Peter. “What?”

Look at me again, I want to see if you look the same this time, just look at me.

“How… how do I look in your suit?” Peter’s voice was nervous and a little weak, deeper than he meant it to be but shaking at the same time. Too nervous to hold it back, to not show it. He’d never had Henry’s gift for hiding, Peter’s thoughts were out in the open. 

Henry looked at him, but only sidelong, like he was afraid to look him in the eyes again. “You, uh-… you look good,” He said brusquely, and then pushed past Peter and headed out the door. Peter stood there, in Henry’s room, listening to the sound of Henry’s feet on the stairs.

He felt himself sink, and closed his eyes against the sensation of a nervous stone, cold and heavy, taking up residence inside of him where the hint of excited hope had been before. 

Peter slid the suit jacket off and neatly laid it on Henry’s bed, letting his fingertips linger on the fabric just over the secret pocket, where the folded note was hidden inside. Maybe it hadn’t meant what he’d thought it had. Henry was too private, he lived inside his head and even Peter didn’t really know what he was thinking most of the time. He didn’t like to be touched, and he wasn’t-… Peter was maybe just too lonely, here.

Reading into things.

He was really good at that, Peter thought, although he didn’t know where the thought came from, or the certainty. He’d been good at reading into things, before. 

He hesitated, leaned over to take one last breath of the smell of the cologne that lingered, caught in the fabric and giving off the slightest hint of the way Henry smelled when he sang. Henry didn’t like to be touched, and what Peter thought he’d seen in Henry’s face couldn’t possibly be real.

Just wishful thinking.

He did a lot of that kind of thinking around Henry, now.

Then Peter straightened himself up and headed out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He could hear Henry talking to Sebastian downstairs - his voice was calm and even without even a hint of the hesitation, the little bit of shake, that Peter had just heard.

Peter stood at the top of the stairs, wanting badly to go down there but wanting to be anywhere else, both at the same time. Then he sighed and turned, heading across the hall and to the right instead.

He’d check in on Dex, and maybe by the time he went back downstairs he wouldn’t be blushing, he wouldn’t feel so constricted by his own skin, and he wouldn’t want so badly to see Henry look at him like that again.

You’re singing to Peter.

Maybe by the time he went downstairs, he’d stop thinking that that note had to mean something that it couldn’t possibly actually mean.

Something he wanted it to mean so badly it hurt.

[chispas-and-broken-bindings]

Another excerpt from the next chapter of I Just Think I’ll Scream, because I’m finally making headway: 

"Hey Mr. Cassel," Robb shakes the foreman's hand.

"Robb." The man nods. "How's swimming?"

"Not as fun as guitar," Robb lifts his case with a big smile on his face.

"Well, according to your dad it pays better than music ever will. Trust me, I know. My youngest, Beth, ran off to King's Landing to be a singer, and now she's an almost forty-year-old bartender. Congratulations on the scholarship, young man."

"Oh…yeah. Thanks." Robb shifts uncomfortably on the balls of his feet. "Hey Jon. You remember Dacey," he turns as Sansa approaches, "and Sansa…though I can't promise she remembers you."

"Shut up, Robb," Sansa cuffs her brother in the shoulder. "Of course I remember. Hi Jon. Nice to see you again." Her eyes meet his briefly, before shifting to Cassel. 

"Hi Mr. Cassel."

"Gods, be damned." the old man huffs. "Once upon a time, you two used to call me uncle. Now you're both taller than me and calling me Mr. It's not right…" He grumbles, and the Starks wear matching, rueful smiles. "Where's Underfoot? She wouldn't show such disrespect."

"Probably out causing mischief." Robb answers smoothly, as the sounds of The Clash come hurtling up the drive. 

Jon recognizes the clatter of Grenn's muffler dragging across the gravel, and the old man groans. "Well, that's my cue to get out of here. Don't burn the place down, kids." Cassel gives them a weary wave before climbing into his own F150. A moment later, Grenn, Theon, and Satin are jumping out of Grenn's pickup, still singing along.

Theon is the loudest, as always, and he's wrapping his arms around everyone's shoulders, knocking Robb and Dacey's heads together and elbowing Jon. Jon didn't realize the others were coming. He should have. It makes sense. It's just that he's been so distracted by work and his mom leaving, that he didn't realize that the band Robb talked about putting together with him, also included Theon and Grenn. Merging his musical pursuits is more convenient for Jon, after all. Now he won't have to make excuses why he can't practice more with Bastards & Broken Things. He already takes enough heat from Theon over his lack of commitment. Still, he feels a current of dissatisfaction over the scene unfolding before him.

"And who are you?" Theon asks stepping into Sansa's space, a glint in his eye.

"That's my sister, Sansa."

"Damn Robb. Why didn't you tell us how hot your sister is? I'm Theon. It's a pleasure." Sansa gives the idiot a faint smile, before Satin nudges him out of the way.

"Ignore him. I'm Satin and this ogre is Grenn. I love everything you've got going on." Satin waves his hand down Sansa's form with a flourish. "So classic." Satin is dressed in a tight-fitting black turtleneck, black skinny jeans and a wide-brimmed black hat. If it weren't for the bright pink makeup splashed across his eyes and cheekbones like some kind of EDM war paint, it would be a pretty muted look for him. Jon grins at the unbridled fascination on Sansa's face.

"Well, I love your look," she gushes, and Satin winks. Jon feels himself release the breath he'd been holding. It's always a toss-up how others will react to his friend, and he really didn't want to have to write off Sansa Stark this early in the game. Luckily, her compliment seemed genuine, despite her rapidly flushing cheeks.

"Where's Gritte?" Jon asks.

"Dude, it's band practice. Why would we bring her?"

"Well, Theon, you brought Satin, and he's not in the band."

"I'm your manager." Satin pulls out a huge camera, and snaps a picture of Jon scowling back.

"Since when?"

"Since you decided to up your game and add some actual musicians." He winks at Robb, and the other Stark sibling turns the same rosy hue as his sister. Ygritte is going to be pissed about being left out, but when Jon makes the point, Theon just tells him to fuck off.

"If she came, we wouldn't get anything done. You two would be all over each other, and no one wants to see that." Jon walks away, shaking his head. If his girlfriend were here, it'd be the others joining her for cigarette breaks that would get in the way of practicing, but he keeps the sentiment to himself. Robb leads the rest of the group towards Benjen's workshop, while Jon grabs his guitar from his car. When he closes his trunk, he realizes that Sansa has lingered.

"Hey," she says, almost shyly, and he responds in kind. Today's she's wearing high-waisted, fitted chinos with her school shirt and blazer, and Jon finds them just as enticing as the skirt from the other day, the way they hug her long legs. " If you don't mind, I'm going to set up shop in the office. Uncle Ben doesn't have wi-fi and it’s the only place with internet."

"Yeah, no problem." It's not like the space is his…If anything, it's her castle. He feels awkward in a way he's not used to, after his stupid text from the other night. He hopes she didn't realize he was flirting, but based on her nervous energy, that wasn't apparent the other day, he figures she did. By Robb's introduction, it’s clear that she didn't tell her brother that she ran into Jon at Winterfell, and that makes him feel even worse. He gives her another awkward nod, before heading into the workshop where the others have set up in the lounge area. Dacey and Theon are already arguing over set lists and Robb is watching Satin intently, as the other gushes over the space.

"This is perfect. I can get some great pictures in here with all the afternoon light streaming in. It's going to set your hair off like fire." It's setting Robb's cheeks off as well, and Jon grins.

"Come on deadbeats, are we going to play or what?" He plugs in his shitty amp and all his two-bit worries melt away.

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a week: Chapter 12 🌲

Words:  1972; Warnings: none, unless you want a warning for drinking alcohol, then you have it; Summary: Andrew and Flo have a lovely dinner together.

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Monday, 9:30pm

When she opened the door, it took a second for him to focus properly on her features, everything a little blurry with panic, but when he finally did, Andrew almost choked on the breath he was holding. His eyes softened instantly at her, weak beyond explanation, wanting nothing more than to back her against the wall and make her moan for him. She looked like Flo, his Flo, but there was something even more irresistible about her now. The fullness of her lips, the way the satin fabric draped over her body and hugged her, her straight straw hair falling down her back so stark against her pale skin, the way she held herself. He felt his lip trembling, her sharp green eyes begging for his to meet them and when he did, he sighed audibly, then clutched his heart in a dramatic fashion as if he was aching over how good she looked.

“Bloody hell, love…” he moaned, “made me heart stop. Might actually be dead right now.”

“Woodland creatures don’t die, Andy” she laughed instantly, relieved that he had spoken first, his dramatics making her cheeks flush despite the makeup. But it wasn’t just that. She wanted him so badly that it was embarrassing. His hair was slightly more tamed, those luscious curls making him look like a tall cupid, his beard looked more neat now, his lips teasing her with their ever wild smirk. His whole body was tense.

“I mean it” he drawled, “You look, oh fuck, Flo… I, em, I don’t have any words.”

“When you think of some, let me know…” she grinned, stepping close to him to close the door behind her. With her this close to him again, his fingers twitched with a need to grab and hold her hips, to show her just how incredible she really did look.

“I’ll do my best…” he croaked, scratching his neck with his index finger to keep his hands occupied. He licked his lip slowly, not even sure of how long he could keep doing this to himself, her closeness agonizing, the aroma of her perfume hitting him so hard he almost lost his balance.

Flo was drinking him in too, wanting to press her hands and dig her nails into his chest, losing herself in the idea of having him at last, but then the door clicked behind her and they both flinched, broken out of their daze.

“We should go eat…” she said slowly, a fact rather than suggestion.

“Yes, y-yes” he nodded, knowing she was right, taking a step or two back from her so that he could offer his arm, “Let’s go then” she laughed quietly, but took it without second guessing, his little pat on her hand making her stomach flip.

Monday, 9:40pm

For the entire duration of their journey from the second floor to the restaurant, Flo and Andy were quiet, observing each other whenever the other wasn’t looking. But as they entered the restaurant, they were flooded with various scents from the kitchen, which momentarily replaced the hunger they had for each other.

“I am so hungry” Flo groaned, breaking the silence, squeezing Andrew’s arm whenever a waiter carried something delicious-looking past them, the steam rising from the dish wafting in their direction.

“You’re always hungry, love” he chuckled, as they headed further in.

The lady who greeted them was a middle-aged woman with a beaming smile and her blonde hair in a perm. She had a voice that sounded genuinely cheerful, not at all forced, and she looked up as they stopped before her.

“Hello, lovely couple” she sang, “You’re both looking wonderful tonight, do you have a booking?”

“Oh, we’re not a-” Flo began.

“Yes, we’re, em, only friends” Andrew nodded, cutting her off to reassure her that he knew. Flo turned and looked at him for longer than she should’ve, a thankful smile plastered on her face. She knew he was just trying to remind her that he was aware of his place and the gravity of their situation, but there was also something ridiculous about him referring to them as ‘only friends’ out loud.

“Oh, do forgive me” the woman responded and they both turned sharply back to her. “You just look so wonderful together.”

“We’re under my name” he coughed immediately, trying to diffuse the tension, “Byrne.”

She marched them to their table, their arms still linked, Flo swaying against his side comfortably. Their table was a quiet one by the window, with a perfect view of the city by night and in the distance they could both just about make out the hill they’d been sat on earlier that day. Andrew had requested this table specifically, wanting to compare the gorgeousness of the night skyline next to her, knowing that no view would ever compare - not that Flo had to know that. There was a candle lit in the centre, a pristine table cloth underneath it and more cutlery on one table than Flo had ever seen in her life. Andrew insisted on pulling out Flo’s chair himself and she thanked him for it with her eyes, completely melted by how soft he was in that moment.

“Jack will be over shortly with the menus, but can I get you both something to drink first?”

“A Malibu, please…” Flo and Andrew stated at the same time, sharing a knowing smile.

“Very well.”

Neither of them noticed the woman leave. Andrew was busy watching her fuss with her dress. Flo observed his hands smoothing over the white table cloth.

“I like your dress” he announced after a breathless moment.

“Thank you. I like your…” Flo looked up and searched for a word to sum it all up, how incredibly attracted she was to him right now. Then he tilted his head in expectation and she almost lost all her control over the way his neck stretched, “Uhm - I like your… face.”

“Thanks” a little giggle left his mouth.

Monday, 9:45pm

The waiter, Jack, arrived promptly, bringing with him two menus and their drinks. He was a similar age to the pair of them and had an air of youth in his kind eyes, a bronzed skin tone and his hair was styled perfectly. He was broad, with arms fighting against the fabric of his shirt and when he handed Flo her menu, he did a double take, obviously noticing her in a more than professional manner. Flo barely saw the lustful way Jack was looking at her but Andrew did, already willing to fight him for her attention. He coughed, then began speaking with lines from a rehearsed script.

“Good evening, my name is Jack and I’ll be serving you tonight. I’ll give you a bit of time to look over the menus and will be back in a little while to take your order. Please, let me know if there’s anything I can get you.” They both thanked him and with a subtle glare of warning from Andrew, then a polite smile from Flo, he shuffled away again.

“What are you, em, thinking?” Andrew asked almost immediately, his eyes wide with lust over the top of the leather bound menu.

“Oh, I can never decide” Flo sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear as she gnawed at her bottom lip, “I’ve got eyes bigger than my stomach.”

“Oh me too” Andrew replied, taking a sip from his Malibu and enjoying the relief of alcohol to soothe his building frustration, “But, when it comes to sugar I really can’t resist.”

“You’re a dessert person?” She asked, flicking her brows up. There was something so enjoyable about earning from each other, gathering new facts to store away for future reference.

“Oh, yes!” He exclaimed, licking his lips in excitement, “You are what you eat.”

“Hm?”

“Because… I’m incredibly sweet?”

Flo knotted her eyebrows together as she laughed, tipping her head back slightly then found her drink to take a sip, delighted by the taste.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Well, em, you didn’t disagree with me tho.”

Monday, 9:50pm

Jack returned to take their orders and Andrew found it even harder not to react at the way he gawked at Flo when she spoke. He was clearly nervous even talking to her, failing to get his first question out properly.

“What can I give - uh get you to start?”

“Soup, please….” Flo replied cheerily, her head still in the menu, looking up and blinking at the man, waiting for his next question.

“Yeah, me too. Whatever the lady’s having.”

“And then I’ll have the pasta, please. That penne sounds lovely!” Flo closed her menu, patted it with her hand then took another sip from her drink.

“And for you, sir?”

“For me.. em, steak, please, Jack. Medium-rare” Andrew handed his menu back and then Jack, was gone again.

Andrew looked at Flo, glass in hand stamped with her lipstick stain, staring out at the city with wide eyes. The light shone back at her and illuminated her face, the glow of her cheekbones making her seem ethereal and delicate.

“I think the waiter likes you… quite much…” Andrew laughed nervously. Flo shrugged dismissively, too focused on trying to make out shapes in the sky to respond, “He was staring at you, Flo” he continued, the outrageous jealousy lining his stomach failing to settle “…staring at you.”

“Okay, Andrew” she sighed, turning back to him, her features soft and calm. She had an air of being unfazed by it and Andrew’s insecurity told him he made a fool of himself by overreacting. He swallowed, his mouth dry and tried to keep himself from slamming his hand on the table by taking a huge gulp of his glass. He couldn’t help but be fixated on the fact that he couldn’t do anything about other guys looking at her. The truth of it killed him, but she simply wasn’t his to fight over.

Monday, 10:05pm

By the time their first course arrived, both Flo and Andy were ready for more drinks. Flo requested a large glass of moet and Andrew settled for something stronger, their smoothest whiskey. The soup was a pale green-yellow colour, styled with cream and a handful of croutons, topped with a flower as decoration. There was a selection of rolls and butter too and the scent of fresh bread made Flo roll her eyes in pleasure.

“Flowery food, em, well flowers are too pretty to be eaten” Andrew grumbled, picking the flower off between his finger and thumb and wiping it on his side plate.

“What’s wrong with flowers?” Flo chuckled, amused by how childish his actions were.

“I like flowers, but not as food”

“What flavor is it?” She asked, realizing she hadn’t even checked, lifting her soup spoon to her mouth hopefully.

“I have no idea, you’ve chosen it and I just copied you.”

“It tastes like broccoli” she nodded, licking her lips. Andrew took his own mouthful and nodded back in agreement. Flo watched him lick his lips as he brought his roll to them, chewing it with passion, “Have you ever bought flowers?” She asked in the next quiet moment, returning to the previous conversation out of curiosity.

“For a girl?”

“No for your mates…” she joked.

“Yes, I have. I have even handpicked few myself” he mumbled, eating between words. There was another pause. Flo ate, Andrew ate.

“Would you buy me flowers, Andrew?” She asked, a feeble attempt at flirting but one he picked up on straight away. Flo noticed how sheer his shirt was under the light above them, fixated on his chest rising and falling rapidly. He finished the droplets of his Malibu, raked a hand through his hair then replied.

“Naw, I’d grow them for you in my garden.”