#// i sure am angsty tonight huh

[ofstoriesandstardust]

safe inside

or: “Uncle Slider” steps up to the plate when his pilot can’t

like father, like daughter masterlist

warnings: this takes place during the brutal piece (aka Rebel’s angsty era), references to underage drinking, this got away from me, swearing, angst, arguing, you know what i’m just gonna admit that i had to do a lot of research on breathalyzer tests and i’m still not sure i understand how they work, i am so terrified i didn’t write slider correctly

word count: 1.8k

“i won’t sleep till you’re safe inside/if you’re home i just hope that you’re sober/is it time to let go now you’re older”

“Kazansky? It’s like midnight, is everything okay?” 

“Slider, I need a favor. Something’s wrong with my goddaughter.”

He sits up straighter on the bed. “What do you mean?” 

“She- shit.” The concern and panic is clear in the single word as his pilot fumbles with whatever it was he was holding on the other end of the line. 

“Ice?”

“She didn’t come home tonight.” 

He shifts, rolling back over on to his back. “That’s not exactly breaking news Tom. Remember last month when she didn’t come back for a week?” 

“Yeah, well that’s what I told Sarah the first time. But she’s called twice since then and said she’s got a bad feeling.” 

Slider sits up at that, feeling his blood run cold. “Whaddya mean? Like she thinks something happened to her?” 

“I’m not sure. I’m up in Seal Beach, but I’m gonna drive back right now. I’ll drive back in the morning or re-schedule my meeting, I don’t care, I just- I know this is your leave but do you think you could go look for her? Just drive around a bit? See if you see anything?” 

His pants are already on before Ice has even finished talking. 

-

A car door slamming shut causes you to lift your head from where you’re dozing  on the driver’s seat, the figure of Slider coming into view. You pull the car door open, greeting him. “Kid.” He breathes out, relief spreading across his features. 

“Slider,” You say as he pulls you into a hug. “How’d you find me?”

“Ice called. Said Sarah couldn’t get a hold of you and that you didn’t come home tonight.” He says, pulling away from you as he does a once-over, checking for any bumps, bruises, or bleeds. “Do you have any idea how worried everyone was about you? What the hell were you thinking?” 

You shake your head, looking at the smoking car. “Phone died. I- I had no idea where I was and I just- I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Have you been drinking?” 

You flinch back, eyes going wide. “No! I would never get behind the wheel if I had been drinking.” 

“Uh-huh.” He says, walking toward the hood of the car, popping it open. 

“I know I’ve been screwing up a lot lately, but I’m not that much of a screw up.” You protest indignantly as Slider’s eyes roam over the machinery. 

“Whatever, kid. I’m not fighting with you.” He says, putting a hand up, effectively cutting you off. “I’m gonna call Triple A, I think the sensible SUV is toast. Go get in the car, we can talk about this in the morning.” You turn, heading for his car when you hear him mutter, “When you’re sober.”

“I haven’t been drinking!” You protest. 

“Go.” He says with a pointed look, leaving you no room to argue in his tone. You groan, frustrated tears stinging your eyes as you stomp toward this truck, not that much unlike a child. 

You’d just wanted to go for a drive. You just wanted to go for a drive and lose yourself and not think. 

And then the sensible SUV (a name it had earned when your Dad had bought it for you three years ago, back when Carole was still alive, back when Bradley had been around to laugh at the joke) had broken down more than hour outside of San Diego, on a dimly lit road. You’d had no idea where you were and no signal and a low phone battery. 

And now, even as Slider had come to your rescue, you were being accused of getting behind the wheel while intoxicated. 

Through the rearview mirror, you can see Slider on the phone with someone, presumably Triple A. You huff, crossing your arms as you lean your head against the car window, frustrated and angry and tired. 

The front door opens, Slider climbing in the front. “Triple A is gonna be here in half an hour. Ice wants to talk to you.” He says, handing the phone over to you. 

“Kiddo?” 

“Hey Ice.” You mutter tiredly. 

“Kid, you had us worried sick. What the hell are you doing an hour outside of San Diego at three in the morning? What were you thinking?” 

“Ice-” 

“And Slider tells me you’ve been drinking. Do you have any idea what could’ve happened? You’re lucky nothing happened.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I did not get behind the wheel and drive drunk. I know better.” 

Ice’s sigh from the other end is enough for you to know that he doubts you and your words. 

“Yeah, sigh all you fucking want Ice. I know, I’m a huge disappointment and failure.” You say, ending the call as Slider watches you. The phone clatters in the cup holder as you close your eyes again. 

It’s quiet in the truck, silence heavy as you push back the tears threatening to spill over. You let Slider deal with the Triple A people, barely holding it together as he begins to drive back to San Diego. 

It’s quiet the whole time, Slider even keeping the radio off. 

It’s silent as he pulls into Sarah and Ice’s driveway. He turns the key, cutting the engine as you pull your seatbelt off. 

“We’re- I’m really worried about you, kid.” He says quietly. 

“Whatever Slider.” You say bitterly, anger and frustration still boiling underneath the surface. 

“Hey.” He says, catching your wrist before you can slip out of the car. “A thank you would be nice.” 

“Thank you for accusing me of driving while under the influence. Can’t wait to talk my Dad off that one when he gets back.” 

He narrows his eyes, letting your wrist go. “What would you have me think, kid? I know what’s been going on.” 

“Fucking breathalyze me, for all I give a shit. I wasn’t drinking tonight, I swear on Nick and Carole Bradshaw’s graves.” 

He eyes you for a minute, before putting his key back into the ignition. “Fine. We’ll do just that. Go inside and stay there.”

You scoff, shaking your head as you climb out of the car. You push the front door open, kicking your shoes off as you walk into the living room. Sarah stands up, catching sight of you. 

“Darling, I’m so glad you’re alright.” She says, dusting off her bath robe. “Here, sit down.” She says, guiding you to the couch. “Is everything alright? Where were you? We were so worried. Where’s Ron?” 

“Going to get a breathalyzer test because he doesn’t believe me when I said that I wasn’t drinking.” 

She frowns, setting her hands on her hips. “Well, were you?” 

“No!” You almost shout back. “No and I’m so tired of everyone acting like I’m so stupid that I would’ve gotten behind the wheel drunk.” 

“Hey, hey.” She soothes, sitting back down on the couch next to you. “I believe you, okay? We were just worried, and well, lately-” She cuts herself off as the front door opens. “Tom, honey?” 

You raise your eyes to meet those of your godfather’s. He stares at you for a minute, chest heaving. 

“You’re supposed to be at Seal Beach.” 

“Where the hell were you? Where’s Slider?” 

You shift away, eyes locking on to the photo of you and Bradley at his high school graduation. His smile is wide, tassel dangerously lopsided, his arm resting across your shoulders. If you close your eyes, you can still feel the warm June sun against your skin, hear Bradley’s loud laughter. 

You wish they’d take that stupid picture down. 

How could they all still try to remember Bradley when he’s done nothing but forget you?

“Kid, I am trying so hard to understand what’s going on with you.” Ice says, causing your eyes to open as he pulls the ottoman over to sit in front of you. “Please, talk to me. I am here for you.” 

A bitter laugh escapes your mouth at his words. 

Here for you? All anybody seemed to be in your life lately was absent. 

“Go to hell.” You say with a roll of your eyes. Ice narrows his eyes. 

“Don’t talk to me like that.” 

“Why? You suddenly gonna pretend like you give a shit now?” 

Whatever Ice wants to say to you next gets cut off as the front door opens again, signaling Slider’s return to the home. He tosses the box to you, fixing you with a stare. “Moment of truth kiddo.” 

You sigh, unboxing the breathalyzer as Ice’s eyes fly between you and his best friend. 

“What-?” 

“She swore on Nick and Carole’s graves she wasn’t drinking tonight. I want to put that to the test.”

Slider stops in front you, blocking you from leaving as if you even wanted to. 

You roll your eyes as you breath into the device before it beeps, signaling to stop. The device flashes at you for a few moments before blinking green, showing a BAC of 0.00. 

You turn the device to show the two men before shoving it into Slider’s hand, pushing past him and Ice. 

“I’m going to bed.”

You’re not even halfway up the second step when Slider opens his mouth. 

“Well, just because it shows up clear now doesn’t mean you haven’t been drinking lately. Don’t sit here and pretend like we don’t all know exactly what’s been going on behind our backs.” 

You freeze on the stairs, the anger flickering in you again as you momentarily assess what will hurt Slider the most. 

“I’m going home.” 

Your voice is quiet, deadly. 

“No, sweetheart, that’s not what Ron means-” 

You turn around to face the three. “No, no clearly, I- I should just leave. Leave and never come back, just like Bradley did? I know that’s what you all want, to be free of the burdens of kids you never wanted.” 

The room is deadly silent, even as Sarah’s eyes fly between Ice and Slider, begging for one of them to speak. 

Finally, Slider does, his voice steely. 

“That’s not what happened. You have no idea what happened with Bradley.” 

“Then tell me.” You challenge. Slider glances at Ice, who sighs, shoulders deflating from his defensive stance. 

One might think that it was him giving in, but you recognized it for what it was. 

He was giving up. On you. 

“I’m going home.” 

“It’s almost 3 in the morning, and you have no car and no shoes on. How in the hell are you going to get back?” Slider asks, following you into the hallway. 

“I’ll walk.” You snap, front door already halfway open. 

“Like hell you are-”

The door slamming behind you is still ringing in your ears when you awake the next morning. 

[shiroichiban]

Shiro, I love your angst. May I ask angsty with happy ending with Z? Maybe, smth caused by his fame or- OH! HOW ABT! Reader is also close friends with Robaire. Z and Reader likes each other but have yet to confess. (You see where I’m going?). Z is jealous of Rob but never said anything buy when Z catches Rob on top of Reader (Reader tripped and Rob tried to help. Maybe? Can be smth else), he kinda snapped as in “fuck this. I give up. Aight I’m out”.

Idk rlly, I just love angst with happy ending and you’re the angst provider so I trust you

praise be for the manga has inspired my return (these requests have been sitting here for like a good year i am so sorry 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️, but god this prompt is too good to let sit)

jealous! aaron z x reader headcanons~

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　you are so down bad for z　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

i'd like to say you and z have been dancing around each other for awhile, like deadass doing the viennese waltz around your feelings if you will. (he's too shy to make a move and you're too unsure about his feelings for you despite the very clear affection).

i mean, you can't really blame anyone in this situation because why would you ruin a perfectly good friendship with romance?? you, z, and robaire were essentially THE highschool trio of friends. no matter how iffy the situation got between you three your foundation was rock solid.

with robaire being the overachiever and z being the shy and stoic guy he is, you naturally became the mediator between the two. often telling off robaire for not taking breaks and enjoying himself, and encouraging z to put himself out there more. essentially, getting them to live a little.

you had to admit though you were much closer to z, while robaire had his own things going on that didn't often involve your trio, z was always there in your corner. you are each others' biggest cheerleaders even as adults <33

this closeness slowly blossomed into feelings as you watched z grow from the sidelines...

It was a quiet night in the dance studio, you were helping Aaron film a fun freestyle choreography he had just come up with. Were your arms aching from the various takes you needed to do? Yeah, but for that smile it was well worth it. His expressions were perfect, his movements sharp and well-practiced, to say the least he was in perfect form.

The song ended and the CD stopped echoing from your speakers, you let Z hold his ending pose for a few seconds before stopping the recording. "That time was really good! Just like the last trillion takes~" You teased, already knowing Z was growing embarrassed from the way he pouted at you.

"Yeah, I'm satisfied... Wanna head out for dinner?" He suggested as he jogged over to where you were standing right beside his bag. Grabbing a towel and quickly wiping over his face as well as the back of his neck. "I know it's late so you could stay over tonight..." He added softly, that was the tone Z used whenever he was trying to play off something he really wanted. How could you say no?

"Sure! But you should go change, all the offense when I say you reek of sweat." You giggled to hide the excitement that was bubbling in your stomach. Spending the night at Z's as adults was much more fun than in highschool, the two of you would stay up and drink for a bit before cuddling (platonically!) on the couch to watch movies. "I'll wait out in the hall." You suggested as you began to step out but one muscular arm proceeded to block you—

"I reek huh? Well then, before you go how 'bout I give you a thank you hug~?" Z asked teasingly before quickly grabbing you by the waist.

"Noooo!!" You laughed, "Ugh you nasty!" Quickly writhing out of Z's hold, you jumped out of his arms and bolted for the door. "Just go and change before I drown you in perfume!" You threatened before shutting the door and taking a seat on one of the hallway benches.

You took a few deep breaths before finally letting the warmth spread on your cheeks, god that was embarrassing... You wondered if Z could tell your heart was racing, all of his usual actions have been taking a different effect on you lately and you hated it. Your relationship with him was supposed to be the one steadfast and assured thing in your life, these feelings would only rip that away.

Before you could lament on your feelings too much, another familiar voice called out to you.

"Hey (name)! I didn't know you were here too!" Robaire called out joyfully, carrying a seemingly forgotten shopping bag as he exited the office next to the dance studio. It was weird to admit that you and Robaire drifted after highschool, sure you were still friendly and familiar with each other, but your relationship didn't quite retain the same quality as yours with Z.

Robaire casually took a seat next to you, placing the bag next to him. "It's been awhile since I've seen you alone, usually you and Z are joined at the hip!" He exclaimed as he leaned his back against the wall, a nostalgic smile taking over his features. "Not that that's a bad thing of course. I'm happy you two are still close!" The last part felt... forced. Maybe Robaire lamented letting you drift away to Z's side so easily?

"It's honestly easy to be around him, although he's changed a lot since highschool." You reflected evenly, watching as Robaire exhaled and gently leaned his head on your shoulder. Now this was nostalgic, you remembered the days when Robaire would seek you out to take a break from all the stress and responsibilities he put onto himself. Letting his head rest on you just as it did now as he closed his eyes to let himself have a moment of silence.

Robaire regretted taking on so much at the expense of leaving your relationship in the dust.

"Does that mean... I'm still the same?" Robaire asked, his tone showing genuine curiosity.

You thought about that for a bit, although more mature and knowing how to pace himself a little better now, you couldn't truly pinpoint if Robaire had changed in your eyes or not. "You're still my Bear." You settled on that answer, he retained his dependability and sense of responsibility from when you were teenagers, but you could tell he still craved affection and acknowledgement every now and then. Same old Bear.

"Your Bear huh..."

Even from a distance Z could see the grin forming on Robaire's face from where he stood and he hated it. He felt invisible to the one person who always saw and looked in his direction, and it hurt.

to say the least, z and robaire's relationship was complicated.

they care for each other! they really do it's just...

everyone saw robaire, everyone looked at robaire, from highschool until now he was the one who had everyone's attention and expectations. and yes yours included but you never left z out, you never left him behind.

even when everyone's eyes were on robaire you looked for him, when everyone noticed robaire you made sure to notice him. everyone else could take the backseat when it came to you because you were z's priority. z almost felt bad depending on you this much but you proved time and time again you would be there for him and make him feel worth it, that alone made him so unbelievably happy.

maybe this was some sort of punishment for him being selfish, for him monopolizing your feelings, for him falling in love with you, any other rhyme or reason for the building pit in his stomach his heart named it. he should have expected this, he should have known.

fuck this, he's done. if you wanted robaire and robaire wanted you, he'd let it happen. it's the least he could do after so selfishly keeping you by his side this whole time.

"Welp, that's enough reflecting. Do you need a ride home?" Robaire offered as he detached himself from your shoulder. Ignoring the bubbling feeling in his chest at the expectation of your answer.

"Oh, I'm having dinner with Aaron actually..." You rejected politely, you could see his green eyes falter slightly before quickly returning to normal as he nodded. Standing up from the bench, he grabbed the forgotten shopping bag then turned back to face you, "We should hang out again sometime, us three. I miss you guys y'know?"

At that you smiled, the thought of rekindling your friendship with Robaire was nice. "Definitely." You replied, waving him off before standing up, now how long does it take to change a damn shirt? Z loved complaining when you took a while to change but he sure was taking his sweet time.

You walked down the hallway back to the dance studio, your footsteps echoing as the lightbulbs blinked above you. Was their agency... always this creepy at night? Now you were a bit scared. "Z?" You called out as you saw a tall figure in the hallway, "There you are!"

Sighing in relief you ran towards Z, your friend's back was turned to you however even in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway you recognized the same old worn out t-shirt he liked to wear in his down time. You got it for him on his birthday after all. "I was worried you left me there for a minute!" You laughed as you went to grab his hand, but surprisingly he pulled away.

"What happened to Robaire?" He asked, with a tone of voice... You hadn't heard him use that in a long time, monotone yet polite, one he only ever pulled out when talking with strangers. "I thought you were gonna go home with him instead." His back was still turned to you, he was refusing to look at you? Why...

"Are you okay?" Was your first instinct to ask, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer to you. Trying to grab ahold of the situation, "Where did all these Robaire questions come from? I thought we were going back to your place?"

When he finally turned around to face you it was with an apathetic expression. After all those years of friendship and learning his expressions you couldn't read him for once. Aaron wouldn't meet your eyes and it hurt.

"We were. Until it seemed like you wanted to go home with him instead." Z grumbled under his breath, his eyes hardening as he tried to pull his arm out of your grasp once more but you wouldn't let him this time.

"Aaron, talk to me. Why are you making these assumptions when I already made plans with you?" You groaned, frustrated, it was as if you had just met all over again and you hated it. "Did I do something wrong? What happened, why are you so upset all of a sudden?!"

"Because I love you even though I know I'm not enough."

That took you aback.

First of all, Aaron loves you?! Second of all, he thinks he's not enough?! Third of all... Actually there is no third of all, you were just gonna get this boy home so you could have a proper heart-to-heart and talk it out.

fast forward to you shoving z into his own car and driving him home, with you literally grabbing onto his hand and dragging him to the vehicle, you had the spare key cause he had no one to give it to so there was no issue getting in.

z was supposed to be the quiet one here, so with you immediately going silent after his (admittedly horrible) confession, he was worried that he had completely ruined the relationship between you two. maybe he was too rough, too stoic to properly convey that he just wanted to see you happy even if it was with robaire... (i mean he definitely was but still!)

so to his surprise, the moment you got to his house you sat his ass down at his coffee table and began heating up leftovers for dinner. anytime he'd awkwardly move from his position in an attempt to help you'd give him the death stare which made him immediately sit back down.

you slammed down two bowls of chinese fried rice and some spring rolls onto the table before sitting across from him, clasping your hands together before seriously looking at him and saying; "Talk. To. Me."

You ate your food morosely across from Aaron as he hesitantly narrated the moment he saw you and Robaire sitting together on the bench. The moment he got to Robaire leaning on your shoulder and calling him ‘your Bear’ and his following thought process you absolutely wanted to face palm. This stupid boy... This stupidly, emotionally repressed boy—

You casually set your bowl aside as you walked over to Aaron, immediately engulfing him in the warmest hug you could muster. Feeling him stiffen before relaxing in your hold as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder. "Oh Aaron, you foolish foolish boy." You chuckled as you nuzzled your face into his hair. "You're so lucky I love you."

The moment he heard that his face shot up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time that night. And slowly you could see him emerge, your Aaron, as tears built up in his eyes at hearing you loved him too. "R-really...?" He whispered, you could practically feel the longing in his voice hoping that what you just said was true.

"After all those years of being your friend have I ever lied to you? Even once?" You asked gently, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand as he sniffled, feeling the warmth spread across his cheeks that inevitably mixed with the tears that started falling from his eyes.

"I'm s-sorry... For bein' mean to you..." He tried to sob as quietly as he could but at this point Z just couldn't hold back anymore. "I love you... so so so much it hurts." You brought your friend back into your embrace and sighed softly, pressing a kiss to his hair as he buried himself into your chest asking for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry too." You apologized, "God do you know how long I've been pining for you? I was just too cowardly, I didn't want to ruin what we already had."

"We're both cowards I guess..." Z sniffled one last time before chuckling. More of in relief that you seemed to forgive him and the fact that he didn't fuck everything up with his outburst.

"Pff, yeah." You agreed and gently took Aaron's face into your hands, cupping his cheeks in your palms before pressing kisses all over his face. "But really though, I love you. I love you Aaron." Repeating it twice, properly announcing your feelings in a way that left no doubts or insecurities.

"I love you too (name)..." Aaron grinned before pulling you down on top of him again, kissing you with all of the affection he had held back for so many years.

The two of you did more than cuddle on the couch at the end of the night~

with your relationship solidified you, aaron, and robaire could finally repair the issues that had sprouted between the three of you.

aaron's slight inferiority complex combined with robaire's desire to achieve was definitely a deadly duo to deal with, and you're still working on it to this day. but with you by his side aaron was definitely more self-assured, you gave him the confidence he needed to be more forward about his feelings.

for now, aaron loves you and you love him, that's all that matters.

[edelweiss-coffee]

chapter nine is here! it is far more angsty than the other chapters, just a warning, but there is comfort <3

ao3

It was a little after five o-clock when all the boys met in Mike’s basement. Dustin and Lucas whooped and cheered dramatically at the sight of the tupperware on the table. It was left there as an afterthought, a bit less important to Mike and Will than the glaring blue bottles of alcohol that screamed to be hidden from Mrs. Wheeler’s sight.

Dustin lifted one of the tupperware containers.

“Macaroni! Thank God, dude. My mom made porkchops again,” Dustin complained.

“My mom made meatloaf, but I’ll never say no to Joyce’s mac and cheese. Tell her thank you, man,” Lucas teased, opening the container.

Mike disappeared up the stairs quickly, and returned with a pile of paper plates, and a handful of forks.

“Didja tell ‘em?” Mike beamed, nodding to Will.

“No, I figured you'd want to,” Will laughed.

“Well boys, I got some good news and some bad news. Bad news first, as always, right?” 

He set the forks and plates on the table and the boys served themselves from the tupperware, nodding for the news.

“I got caught, like, bad, trying to grab Mrs. Byers’ wine,” Mike giggled, pushing his palm against his forehead.

“What? Mike!” Dustin cackled. “You idiot,” he shook his head.

"You guys don't understand," Will giggled. "It was horrendous, oh my God. He pulled it out of the shelf while she was standing right there, it was a whole thing," he explained, laughing to himself.

“Well then what’s the good news?” Lucas pried. 

“The good news has a name. It’s actually Jonathan Byers,” Mike whooped, clapping his hands. He sped over to the couch and lifted the cushions, revealing the Seagrams bottles.

“He nabbed them while my mom was scolding us for trying to steal, ironically enough,” Will snickered. 

Lucas lifted his fork, laughing. “The whole Byers family, backbone of the party tonight, huh.”

“Feeding us and giving us the party supplies, legendary.” Dustin added.

“It’s definitely my turn first tonight, by the way,” Lucas said.

“Your turn for what?” Dustin mumbled, mouth full of mac and cheese.

“To dare someone, I mean. Triple Dog.”

– – – – – – 

The boys cleaned out both containers of mac and cheese with no issue. It’d only been around 20 minutes, but one should never underestimate a teen boy’s ability to eat his weight in cheese and noodles, especially if the cheese and noodles are homemade with breadcrumbs all over them.

“Who ya daring?” Mike asked, elbowing Lucas.

“You, Wheeler. Now, let me preface this, I don’t wanna cross any lines here–”

“I’ll tell them. I know that’s what you’re gonna say, and I’m not even mad. And no, it’s okay, it’s not fucked up to dare me to do it. If you were anybody else I’d be furious right now, but you’re just trying to help, so it’s fine,” Mike rushed.

The air was playful. There was no tension, no anger, and no resentment in the room. Mike spoke with an over-falsity of confidence sprinkled in his words, unbeknownst to himself, but not lost on the other boys.

Will and Dustin looked at each other, and then at Mike. Will’s eyes welled up with tears and Dustin slowly covered his mouth.

“Wait, you’re gonna–” Dustin started.

“Mike, hold on.” Will gently squeezed Mike’s arm. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s fine, what’s the wors– I mean, what’s– Y’know, I don’t care. I’m serious, I don’t. You heard Jonathan. It’ll be fine,” Mike smiled, grazing Will’s hand.

He softly rubbed Will’s fingers under his palm, and intertwined their fingers. He pulled Will’s hand to his mouth loosely, and planted a kiss to the back of it.

“It’s fine. I love you. I’m gonna tell ‘em.”

“Damn, I didn’t even get to say the line!” Lucas chuckled, lightheartedly.

“Okay, you can say it,” Mike sighed, smiling at Will.

“Mike Wheeler, I Triple Dog dare you to go tell your parents about you and Will.”

“Hey Lucas? A word of advice; If you make any more gay friends, you have to let them come out to their parents on their own,” Will teased with wide eyes.

“The fuck does come out mean?”

Dustin scoffed.

“Come out? Lucas. Come out, like come out of the closet? Like the metaphor for telling the people you love that you’re gay?”

“The closet?” Lucas asked, bewildered.

“Oh my God, dude.” Dustin shook his head, half-laughing.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna go upstairs and come out of the closet, or whatever Dustin said,” Mike breathed.

“Shit,” he whispered, holding Will’s hand to his lips. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Will rubbed his other hand on Mike’s back.

“It’s okay. Please remember that you don’t have to do this. We won’t make you shave your head,” Will pleaded.

“It’s fine, Will. It’s fine. It’s gonna be fine,” Mike chanted, shaking his nerves out.

“Only Will can come up there with me, okay? I have no idea, like, not the slightest, what’s gonna happen, so I just– it’s sort of embarrassing, okay?” Mike muttered.

“Yeah, man. For sure. No problem,” Lucas nodded, a look of fear and confusion on his face.

“Good luck, Mike. We love you,” Dustin smiled. "Gonna give Lucas a little history lesson about gay people while you're gone."

“Yeah, thanks. Love you too,” Mike trailed, starting up the stairs.

“Mike–” Will started.

“Will, I appreciate the encouragement and the affirmations, but if you tell me not to do this, I’ll chicken out and I’ll be miserable. Either way, I’m probably fucked,” Mike whispered, pulling the other boy up the stairs with him. He took a deep breath as he opened the door, and let go of Will’s hand.

“Mom?” Mike chirped, voice shaking.

“Yeah, honey?” Karen spoke into the sink, rinsing Holly’s dinner dishes.

Mike moved closer to the sink, hushing his voice a bit. Will stood frozen at the basement door, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Remember when you told me that I could talk to you? A-about anything?”

Karen turned off the sink and removed her rubber gloves. She turned to Mike and looked at him closely.

“Of course, honey. What’s going on?”

Mike toyed with his hair. He was feeling ‘jumpy’, as he always called it. It was a textbook case of anxiety.

“I have to tell you something. You and dad,” Mike choked out, crossing his arms. His smile had left, and with it went all the color from his face.

“Honey, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick,” Karen wondered aloud.

“I just have to talk to you guys. Me and Will, we have to talk to you. Both of you,” Mike cleared his throat, “Please.”

Karen’s eyes widened as she glanced at Will. Will raised his hand in a small wave, and a half-smile broke across his face.

Karen took Mike’s shoulders.

“Is this– is this serious?” She asked, glaring at her son.

“I don’t– think so? I don’t think the world’s gonna end or anything.” He let out a half-hearted laugh.. “I don’t know, it’s just something I ha– We have to tell you. Where’s dad?”

Karen left her hands on Mike’s shoulders, a somber look overtaking her features.

“He’s in the living room, in his chair,” she sighed. “C’mon, we’ll talk out there.”

“Okay, cool. Cool,” Mike breathed, opening and closing his hands in worry. “C’mon, Will,” he said softly, gesturing toward the living room.

Karen watched the boys walk together as she hung the dish towel on the stove. She took a deep breath before following them out to Ted.

– – – – –

“Hey dad, Will and I wanna talk to you and mom about something. Is that okay?” Mike asked, his voice an octave higher than before. ‘Jumpy’.

“Sure, son,” Ted droned, decreasing the volume of the television. He sat forward a bit in his La-Z-Boy. “What is it, boys?”

Mike made his way to the couch, next to his mother. Will followed, placing himself next to the other boy. The two of them nervously toyed with their fingers and the hems of their shirts.

“Well, I guess this is something that people do, so,” Mike mumbled. “I wanted to tell you guys that I’m uh– That I found something that–” He struggled. “I just wanted you both to know that for the first time in a long time I feel happy, like– truly happy, and–”

“That’s wonderful to hear, Michael,” Karen said, her tone hushed, as if to let him continue over her interjection.

Will picked at the tear in his jeans, glancing momentarily at Mike, then back down to his jeans.

“I feel happy, and I feel like I know what I want, and how I feel, and things have sort of um, clicked for me. You’re my parents, and you– you love me, so I wanted to uh,” he sighed deeply. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m gay. I’m gay. I love boys. I love Will,” he sighed, reaching for Will’s hand. He locked his fingers with Will’s and smiled. A weak, hopeful thing.

“Honey, I think that’s just beautif–” Karen started.

“You like boys, Mike?” Ted interrupted, now on the very edge of his chair. “You’re gay? That’s what you said?”

Mike gulped, gripping Will’s hand tighter.

“I said I love boys. I love Will. I’m with Will, We’re together,” Mike repeated, pointedly. His voice shook. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. Will looked to the other boy, worry plaguing his features. He bit his lip and looked at his feet.

“You’re young, son. You’re only a kid,” Ted droned. “You don’t know what you love. Kids don’t know what love is,” he sighed, sitting back in his chair.

“Ted,” Karen barked, eyes wide. She shot a soft smile at the boys on the couch. “Don’t dismiss him like that.”

“Like what, Karen? He’s a kid. He doesn’t know,” Ted argued.

“Your son just told you that he’s the happiest he’s ever been, and that he’s in love. He trusted us enough to come to us with this,” Karen hissed.

“And I’m telling my son that he doesn’t know what love is. I’m telling him that he’s only a kid. These things, these feelings, the hormones or whatever– they’re not real,” Ted repeated. “You’re still young, Michael. You might think that this is real, and I don’t doubt it feels real to you, but that’s just your teenage hormones playin’ tricks on you. You’re not gay, Mike. You’re not gay, that’s wrong. You’re wrong. You’re just a bit confused right now, is all.”

Ted sat back in his chair, turning the volume up on the television.

“Ted!” Karen interjected, to no avail.

“Confused? Are you fucking serious?” Mike barked.

“Mike, baby, language,” Karen whispered, resting her hand on her son’s shoulder.

“No mom, I’m not finished,” Mike yelled. “Interesting, dad! This is really interesting! Convenient, isn’t it? That when I was with El you said nothing! No talks about how I’m too young, not a word from you about how I’m just hormonal, nothing! Convenient that when I brought home a girl, you didn’t think I was confused, or too young,” he choked. 

He let go of Will’s hand and sat on the edge of the couch cushion, pointing at his father.

“Real nice, dad! Real supportive and loving of you, dad! How could you say that to me? How could you deny me like this? I love him!” He screamed. “I love him! I don’t care what you say, you piece of shit! You’re a horrible father! How could you say that to me?”

The room was still, save for the moving images on the television, and Mike’s pointing fingers at his father. Ted didn’t look at his son once more. He remained glued to his television program, tuning out the screams of his son. Karen’s hand held fast on Mike’s shoulder as he hurled obscenities at a man one would swear was made of stone.

– – – – – 

It was dark, then, when Mike’s voice gave up on him. The neighborhood was quiet enough that the rustling of the fallen leaves could be heard through a window. It was darker yet, when Karen stood her son up from the couch and all but carried him into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Will followed, seemingly unsure of his every step inside the Wheeler house, after bearing witness to the situation that had just unfolded.

Mike nearly collapsed onto the floor when they reached the kitchen. The lights were left off, but nobody moved to turn them on. Karen met her son on the floor. Mike cried softly in his mother’s arms, the way he had every other time the world broke him. Will stood idly by, leaning against the counter. His eyes didn’t leave Mike.

“I hate him,” Mike whispered, weakly. “I hate him.”

“Honey, he’s your father. You don’t hate him,” Karen offered quietly, wiping Mike’s tears.

“I do, I hate him,” Mike argued, his voice broken.

“Okay, baby. Okay,” Karen whispered, her voice wet with tears. She wiped her eyes, and pushed Mike’s hair behind his ear. Hugging her son tightly, she nodded to Will, who came to her side.

Karen did something that the boys didn’t expect, then. 

She handed Mike off to Will. 

She pulled her arms from under Mike’s, and gestured for Will to replace them. She nodded as Will took hold of him. Mike melted into Will, sniffling quietly into his shirt.

“I love you, Michael,” Karen whispered. “It’s going to be okay.”

She kissed her son’s forehead and wrapped her arms around Will.

“Don’t ever let anybody tell you that love is wrong. It is never wrong.”

Mike lifted his head to meet Karen’s eyes. A look of fear and confusion washed over him.

“Mom?”

“I said it’s gonna be okay, baby. Love is never, ever wrong, okay?”

Her eyes moved to Will.

“You keep making my son happy, Will. Don’t let anybody ever stop you.”

A shy smile made its way across Will’s face. He nodded through tears.

“Okay, yeah,” he whispered. He looked down at Mike, buried in his chest. “Mike, let’s get back down to the boys, okay? It’s okay.”

He pulled the other boy to his feet, holding his face. 

“It’s okay.”

Karen hugged the pair of them.

“It’s okay, boys. It’s okay.”

[behemothbash-a]

@maxsmite​ said: 🐱😭 die

prompt ☆ not accepting (🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare & 😭 Hold my muse when they are crying)

Hop loves sleepovers! Sure, he only ever had them with Gloria and Victor, but they were a blast! Besides, he was about to add his boyfriend to the list of people he’s had a sleepover with. Bede had suggested he take the couch while Hop took the bed, but really, what’s the point if you’re not going to be in the same room? So after a bit of pleading and Yamper eyes, he’d managed to convince the Gym Leader to share a bed with him (he was banned from telling Lee though, for whatever reason). He had talked Bede’s ear off the whole night, giggling and joking and telling stories until he realized he was the only one awake. Hop found himself nodding off not long after his boyfriend was out for the count.

And then Lee commands Charizard to protect him, but the Pokemon isn’t fast enough. Light bursts from the Pokeball and Eternatus escapes, sending out a wave of energy and poison as it rises high in the air. What’s left of the walls around him crumble, Lee is thrown across the clearing, his rivals are practically holding onto him for dear life— no, they are holding onto him for dear life, Eternatus is taking them away, its taking Lee away, there’s so much poison in the air and he’s struggling to breathe—

And he’s crying next to Bede in his bed, gasping and shuddering. He tries to quiet himself, tries to force the image of terrified faces and unmoving bodies from his mind, tries to focus on the sound of Bede’s voice...

… Bede’s voice?

He’s brought to his boyfriend’s chest, Bede holding him close with gentle assurances and quiet murmurs. Hop wraps his arms around the other, desperate. “‘M sorry,” he sobs, “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry...”

He ruined the sleepover.

[aehyei]

𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡' 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨

What hurts more? Loving good boys or loving bad boys? For sure we all expected that it’s the bad boys who’ll be ripping our hearts in pieces—but Lee Jeno begs to differ. He’s a great heartbreaker in disguise under those innocent glasses.

PAIRING : nerdy! good boy!lee jeno x reader

GENRE : !fluff, !nerd! au, !senior high school!au, !crack, !angst, !smut, kind of !bad girl!au, and a little !enemies to lovers!au

WC : 6.91k

WARNING : cuss words, angsty hehehe, smut, masturbation, bullying, slut shaming, parties, dirty talk, sexual jokes, a very much horny Jeno and I don’t know why, mentions of broken families, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (safety first please)

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AUTHOR’S NOTES : this is just a repost from my old account. also, fuckin’ round with ya used to be in a series along with other stories, but i decided to just publish them separately. i am NOT happy with how this fic turned out to be but I guess it’s fine (?). it’s really your choice. anyways, this really have adult themes and I do not recommend minors to read this whole story.

HONESTLY, JENO COULDN’T REALLY UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE TREAT HIM LIKE HE’S AN INNOCENT CHILD WHO KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THE THINGS AROUND HIM AND THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S NOT INNOCENT AT ALL.

He had touched his dick a couple of times, watched porn and camgirls when he feels alone at night.

Was it his smile? His love for studying? His glasses? All those could be factors why he’s claimed as the nerd of the school. Jeno still feels a lot offended that just because he acts nice to everyone, people already gave him a title that doesn’t really come up with him.

“I’m going to Lucas’ party, you commin’?” His best friend, Haechan asked while placing gel to style his light purple-dyed hair. Jeno stopped scrolling down his phone and lifted his eyes to stare at him, “Huh? There’s a party?”.

“It’s Friday night, of course there is,” Haechan implied as if it was the most normal thing to do in Friday nights and grinned, checking himself out in the mirror then asked out loud, “How do I look? Good right? Damn, girls are so going to be all over me later.” Jeno could roll his eyes but chose not too, “If you’re going to the party to get laid, then I’ll stay here. There is just no way I’ll be left in crowds of sweaty people.”

“Jeez, please don’t say ‘laid’ ever again, It doesn’t suite you. And you should be thankful that girls are a sucker for your ‘good boy’ and ‘gentleman’ image.” Haechan frowned and grabbed the condoms hidden on the drawer near the TV of their shared apartment. Wait...girls? a sucker? for him?

“Hyuck, what—”

“Adios! I’m gonna leave now before all the pretty ladies get taken for tonight!” Haechan didn’t even bother waving goodbye, just screaming to acknowledge his exit.

Now that Jeno is all alone, there is nothing to do. He finished all the needed assignments, done studying in advance for future purposes, and even cleaned the apartment. So what’s a man gonna do? 

Of course jerk off.

Biting his lips, he inserted his earphones on each of his ears and opened a porn site to enjoy himself with. He placed the volume in a low setting in case Haechan decides to suddenly come back for any reasons, then finally played his favorite video. After a few minutes of the sounds of the woman’s soft whimpers and gasps, his cock was already half hard. Jeno undid his shorts and lifted his hips to pull his dick out, hissing when he pressed his thumb on his tip.

Precum slowly dripped off and it didn’t take that much long for him to get fully hard— especially when the pornstar groped her breasts together. Jeno imagined running his thick cock between the valleys of her chest, her looking at him with innocent puppy eyes and his grip got tighter. The male let out a sudden chocked moan and moved his wrists in circular movements, faster and faster, harder and harder.

“S-so c-close...” He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut, listening closely to the girl’s moans and his other free hand went down to squeeze his balls— and that’s all it took for him to reach his breaking point. When Jeno came down from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and panted, staring at his dirty sheets and dirty hands with his cum smeared everywhere.

Now Jeno had something to do, clean up all the clues of his sinful activity before his roomate could catch him and tell the whole school about the ‘good boy’ jerking off. If what Haechan said was true about girls being a sucker for his current image, then he better do something about it. Being a virgin sucks especially if your best friend is pretty much getting his dick wet every week.

It was the next morning when Haechan came home.

“Owww, shit.” Haechan cursed to himself, massaging his forehead while coming in through the door, hair all messy and clothes all wrinkled with and not all it’s buttons are closed. Jeno snorts seeing him enter and placed his spoonful of rice in his mouth, looking all amused but not surprised anymore, “Was she good? Or is the hangover really bad?”.

“Both.” The tanned man managed to croak out and stumble to take a seat in front of his roommate. Jeno didn’t feel bad or worried for him at all, but he very much predicted something like this would happen and prepared hot soup to help his friend’s headache to soothe a bit. “Thanks, Jen. You’re the best” Haechan’s voice cracked as he slowly began devouring the delicious dish. “I’ve been told” The other man chuckled and took his glasses from the table to wear them once again before cleaning up the dirty dishes.

“Can’t you remove those glasses? You look better without it.” Haechan groaned and reached to get water. “Can’t see without them.” Was all Jeno muttered out while washing the used plates and utensils. “That’s a lie! You technically could see, but you’re like, so attached.” His friend slurred.

That’s true, he didn’t need the glasses at all anymore. By the age of seven, the doctor advised his parents to let him wear glasses to correct his sight— and it did. At thirteen, he was free to throw them away, but Jeno refused too. He loved those glasses, it grew a really much special part in his heart. Plus, without them, he didn’t look as ‘nerdy’ as everyone claimed him to be.

Choosing to not answer, Jeno just hummed as a response and started getting ready for school, taking a minute to ask Haechan, “Hey, are you gonna attend classes today?”.

“No. I need to rest.” He answered him, still looking all in pain and a mess. “I wonder if the girl you’ve fucked is having the same hangover as you or the alcohol really just got into you” Jeno chuckled, grabbing his bag and swinging it on his right shoulder. “I’m a pro at drinking! You just never saw me!” Haechan tries to make him change his mind.

Hey, maybe Haechan was right, Jeno thought. He really is that popular when it comes to girls. His innocent atmosphere naturally attracts woman’s attention and his kindness immediately makes one fall in love with him for being such a gentleman. He can’t believe his best friend is actually right. fucking right.

Forget about hating that everyone misunderstood him, because now Jeno loved the attention and lowkey lustful looks girls give him whenever he passes by— as if he’s a snack that’s ready to be eaten anytime. But now that’s where they’re wrong, Jeno loved being in charge. Top. He doesn’t really understand why he feels so aroused whenever he sees someone submit towards him.

“Jeno!”

Jeno raised a brow, finding the voice that called for him familiar and he’s much surprised seeing Haechan run to him, still looking like a mess but at least a little more presentable then how he looked in the morning. “Hyuck? What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to rest.” Jeno asked in confusion and also half in concern knowing how his friend’s head must hurt.

“I was about too, but then I saw in the class’ group chat that a new student is coming and she’s a hottie.” Haechan answered, still panting and desperately catching his breath. Oh. Wait, there’s a group chat?

“A group chat?” Jeno’s eye brows creased, growing confused. “Our section has one, silly. Everyone is included—,” Haechan stopped himself from speaking when he took his phone and scrolled to look for Jeno’s username inside the group chat when he saw none, “—except you.” One disadvantage in being the known nerd even if you’re not one: people think your a party pooper who’ll spill all the beans to the teacher and get everyone in trouble to be some kind of hero. “Can you add me?” He sighed, tugging his glasses out to clean their lenses using the cloth of his shirt. “Yeah, yeah. Sure buddy.” His friend nodded and did as he was told.

“Sorry for not adding you sooner, Jen. I only realized now.” Haechan passed him an apologetic look before wrapping one arm around his shoulder and dragging him to class before the bell rings. “Wait, shouldn’t I be the one dragging you?” Jeno scoffs, finding the irony quite funny. “I’m excited for class, shut up nerdy boy. I need to fuck this chick.” Haechan jokingly says.

“Just don’t fuck while I’m home, please. Not and never again.” Jeno mumbled in a plead— both to his roommate and to whoever was listening to his prayers from above. The last time Haechan bought a girl to fuck, the sounds got him hard and he had to jerk himself off while shamelessly listening to the loud moans and skin slapping— yeah, not happening again.

“In my defence, I just put my big dick to use. What about yours?”

“I’m not quite sure if you want me to tell you that my dick is also huge or if you want me to tell you how I use it.”

The moment they got in class, the teacher was already there preparing her stuff. Jeno took his time greeting her and passing an apple inside his backpack, knowing how much it’s her favourite. “Oh my!”, she gasped, visibly thankful as she smiled and grinned at him, “You’re really kind, Mr. Lee. You don’t have to give me apples everyday.”

“You know what they say, Mrs. Lim. ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’ and I really don’t want the most beautiful teacher to be sick.” Jeno let out a smile that reached his eyes— if only he wasn’t angel like, then he would be the perfect fuckboy. Mrs. Lim giggled at this and instructed the students to take their seats so she could start the classes. “Damn, smooth.” Haechan wheezed under his breath, amazed by how his friend is.

“I call it being nice.” Jeno corrects him, although he’s pretty sure that he was being a little too nice. Mrs. Lim may be married, but she’s hot anyway. If she’s the one to take away his virginity, he won’t be complaining at all.

“Attention class! We will be having a new student and I want all of you to behave and welcome her. She’s the principal’s granddaughter and I do will not tolerate any bullying or whatever drama you guys have. Our principal has entrusted our class to take care of her, and we will. Does everyone understand?” Mrs. Lim eyed her students, strict and stern with her words but not even half of the students were interested. Well, at least not as interested as Haechan looked like.

“Ms. Cho, please enter the room.”

Normally, Jeno would be welcoming, be the first one to greet the new student. But the moment he saw you enter— he felt all the bubbly feeling of his chest be replaced by something else. You’re…different from what he expected as the principal’s granddaughter.

“Please introduce yourself, Ms. Cho.” The teacher smiled at you, leaning back a little.

You licked your lips and wasted a couple of seconds just staring at your new classmates, sighing heavily and shrugging, “Y/n. Cho Y/n.” Mrs. Lim waited if ever you wanted to add more to your introduction, but then she realized you were done, “O-oh, I thought you wanted to add some things. Welcome to our class, Cho Y/n. You may take a seat anywhere you want.” Not even mumbling a thank you or glancing at her, you chose the seat farthest from the front— unto the very back near the window. Jeno watched you pass by him and his eyes unconsciously looked down on your uniform’s short skirt, biting his lips and feeling his cock twitch.

The bubbly feeling in his chest was replaced by something called…lust. Huh, he didn’t know he was into girls like you.

“You were staring at her ass.”

“What?” Jeno looked up to Haechan with an unfazed look, poking his tongue inside the right side of his cheek. “You were staring at Y/n’s ass a while ago at class. Dude, if you want to check someone out, don’t make it that too obvious that it’s your first time feeling turned on.” Haechan says while munching on his lunch. “Okay, I do not stare at someone’s ass because that is rude and it’s not my first time to be turned on, you know. I’m a man with a dick too and we have feelings.” Jeno simply glared at him.

“You just did not prefer you and your dick ‘we’.”

“Just shut up and finish your food. You need energy.” Jeno shuts the conversation down, but of course, Haechan didn’t let him, “Y/n’s hot right? I mean, she’s like a bad girl. Damn, I would kill just to brat tame her.” The other man’s grip on the table turned tighter as his muscles tensed up. “Do you think she’ll be a sub or a dom? But both ways, she’d still be a goddess.” Haechan continued, trying to find his breaking point.

“She’s fine.” Jeno deadpanned, trying to refrain his mind from thinking how good a bratty sub you’d look like. “Fine? Just fine? I doubt that—“.

“Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan’s eyes widened at the deep voice Jeno let out, taken back himself before smirking a bit, “So, the school’s good boy lost all the goodies inside of him, huh? And all it took is the principal’s daughter.” Jeno’s jaw clenched, but it was too late. His dick is now half hard, his mind couldn’t stop imagining himself fucking into you so good that you’ll be drooling over his bed.

Such a hormonal teenager, that is.

“Holy shit did you just get a boner over me talking about how good Y/n’ll look like during sex?” Haechan asked, amused as fuck. “I gotta use the bathroom.” Jeno said, barely a whisper with his ears and neck all red from being embarrassed that he’s been caught red handed. “And I’ll tell our next teacher that you’re sick in the clinic. Enjoy screwing yourself bro, congratulations. Wow. I still can’t believe you’re the same innocent Lee Jeno everyone says you are.” His best friend says, dramatically wiping an imaginary tear from his cheek.

“Just…go.”

“Right, I know you might feel embarrassed and shit, but we’re both men. I have a dick, you have a dick—“

“Go.”

“Right at ya’ pal.” Haechan shivered at how deep his voice is and pats his back, grabbing his bag and walking right to the next class. Jeno shakily sighed and grabbed his own bag, placing it in front so it would cover the obvious tent on his school pants. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t believe he’s about to touch his dick inside of the men’s public bathroom where it’s risky for anyone to hear. Jeno almost stumbled himself while locking the door, throwing his things to the side and removing his belt. He slowly pulled down the zipper and boxers and released his leaking tip.

“Goddamn it.” He cursed in a hiss, wrapping his hands around his huge cock and looked down on it with hooded eyes, picturing you sucking him off and teasing him like the bratty sub you look like. Jeno’s breaths started to grow heavier and heavier when he bit his lip, hard, so he could tone down his loud moans. “Good girl…such a g-good, good girl,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

No one was with him, yet he couldn’t help but spill out some dirty words that he knows no one would have expected from him. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum, baby. Just li…l-like that—shit.” He growled when his thumb touched the rim of his buttocks, hole clenching around nothing as he comes undone just like that. Much to Jeno’s dismay and sadly, Haechan was once again right.

You are a perfect bratty sub and Jeno would also kill just so he could brat tame you. He’s fucking screwed.

Gulping, he sniffled and started fixing everything, trying his best to look presentable and like he never just jerked off in the men’s bathroom in school. Jeno took a deep breath while staring at himself in the mirror, removing his glasses and cleaning them on the cloth of his shirt once again then wearing them so he could finally go to class. Now Haechan knows his little secret, and he hopes the shit could keep it to himself.

When he exit the door, his movements paused and his body froze seeing you there by the hallways, having your tongue swirling around a red lollipop. “Class President skipping classes? Now that isn’t something you see everyday.” Smirking dangerously, flattening your tongue and chuckling. “I-I’m not class president and I had to use the bathroom. How about you, Ms. Cho? Skipping classes and loitering around the hallways. Aren’t you the principal’s granddaughter?” Jeno tried to not stare at how you suck on the candy and get himself all horny again, instead trying to look intimidating with his arms crossed.

Without replying back, you took steps towards him, having less then a meter between the two of you. You looked at him up and down, biting your lip, “Call me whenever you need to use the bathroom again. I could help you,” then walking pass by him like nothing just happened. Jeno stayed on his place, unable to move and his mind unable to process. You heard him. You fucking heard him jerk off. Fuck. And now you know too. He’s double screwed.

“Dude! Dude! What the hell?!”

Jeno looked at Haechan, confused, “H-huh?”. The other man groaned and threw the controller on the other side of the couch, “What have you been thinking man? We’re at the same team yet you killed me!”. Trying to comprehend what he said, Jeno realized that they were at home, playing video games, and that he really did just kill someone from his teammate instead of the enemy. “I was thinking of the math homework. I feel like I have some mistakes and the guilt has been messing up with me.” He lied, knowing Haechan didn’t need to know what was the images flashing in his mind.

But Haechan didn’t seem to believe one bit, “Stop acting like a good student. I know you’re a pervert imagining the principal’s granddaughter. No need to be defensive, Jen. Even I think of her at night and masturbate.”

Jeno didn’t really like hearing that other guys was in the same state as he is when it comes to you, his own fist closing tightly as he grunts possessively, but not to obvious, “Let’s just play again. I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“You better not, because I swear to God, Lee Jeno, I am going to haunt you down.”

Jeno hates you.

He hates how you got every boy wrapped around your finger, or how he isn’t the only one you offered to help out. Were you a fuckgirl? Someone who thinks toying with him is all fun? After just a week when you introduced yourself to class, rumours already has it that you had fucked all the hottest boys in school— and even Lee Donghyuck, his best friend.

You and Haechan fucking is the most that made Jeno furiously pull on his cock and rut his hips into his hand, thinking how much of a slut you are. Ever since the incident at the school’s hallways, you never even gave him a look or a touch, acting like he never existed and it only adds to the fuel.

Jeno wants to fuck you too. He wants to punish you and manhandle you like your some rag dall. And every single day is just another day of his desires growing and growing. Exams are coming up and it is not helping him at all. Instead, it also makes him more hungry for some kind of relief. Jeno is stressed both at school and at sexual desires— he needs you now.

And that’s how the known innocent boy found himself approaching you. Your eyes opened and stared back at his, saying nothing but your right eye brow raised, as if asking him what does he want. “You.” Jeno called out, low enough for only the both of you to hear. It was obvious at how taken back you were, with your eyes widening and your jaw slightly dropping, but then you snickered and stood up, “follow me then.” 

So he did.

“I never imagined you would be coming up to me and asking me to fuck you like some kind of—“.

You were immediately cut off with Jeno pushing you to the wall and placing his lips on you, roughly kissing you and successfully shutting you up. With the force of his body, you were forced to take steps backwards up until your back hit the wall harshly. This was his first kiss and he couldn’t believe he’s wasting it with you, biting your bottom lip then proceeding to suck on your tongue. Saliva messily dripped on both your chins yet his hands still remained politely on your hips. “Touch me,” You whispered, heavily breathing, “I know you want me. Your friend told me all about you while ramming his dick inside of me.”

Jeno groaned at your words, his hands travelling up to your neck, choking you slightly, “Fucking yourself on different dicks must’ve felt good, huh? They must have not pleased you enough, maybe that’s why you want me too, huh?”. Moaning, you nodded and desperately breathed for air to enter your lungs once again. “Such a slutty bitch.” He snickered, examining your figure all a mess even if he just had kissed you and didn’t even touch you that much yet.

The smirk on his lips was enough to show you that he was enjoying this as much as you are, and it was also enough for you to rub your thighs together and create friction. “Babygirl heard me at the bathroom, hmm? Wanna know what I was thinking about?” He asked in a lazy mocking voice, his right hand trailing down and pressing on your right bud, making you suddenly jolt. “D-Daddy’s thinking of me, right? Wishing I was there to make you feel good. Haechan told me everything, Jeno. You ain’t fooling me with those glasses and innocent smiles.” You managed to let out.

Daddy?

Jeno licked his lips, not surprised how Haechan told you and isn’t even disappointed anymore. His painfully hard cock is begging for some kind of release so he pulled you down on your knees up until your face to face with the bulge in his pants, “Well? What are you waiting for now, then? Make daddy feel good.”

Not even hesitating, you immediately sucked him though his pants and Jeno’s hips jerked forward, amazed at the new feeling. Looking up to him with mischief in your eyes, you pulled his pants and boxers down and moaned seeing his size, feeling more wetness drip from your pussy. “Suck, slut. Do it before I make you.” He demanded, voice lowering and deepening from the amount of arousal. With a sly smile, you kissed his thighs, purposely avoiding his length.

Having enough, Jeno grabbed your hair, making you yelp in pain and he shoved his cock right into your mouth at the timing, moaning in delight feeling how warm and tight your throat is. Your eyes start to turn teary as you gag, not expecting him to be so rough on you. “F-fucking h-hell.” His eyes roll at the back of his head, starting to feel addicted with this new found pleasure. When you finally collected yourself enough, you started swirling your tongue around him, sucking him fully until your nose reaches his stomach. Your free hand squeezed his balls and massaged it, making the boy whine loudly.

“Pretty boy acting like he’s in charge but whinnies loudly like a baby.” You scoff once you popped his dick out of your mouth and gave him the best handjob he ever had. “S-shit, s-so, so close, baby. Wanna cum in your mouth” He panted, looking at you through hooded eyes. You placed him back in and sucked on his tip, pressing your tongue and wiggling on it. The action made him cum in an instant, and you swallowed every drop. Jeno took a couple of minutes to breath and get over his orgasm while you stared at him with a cocky grin.

“Feel good?”

Jeno rolled his eyes and pulled you up, turning you around and pressing you on the wall, his chest squeezed on your back as he chuckled lowly by your ear, “Where’s your confidence now, princess? Imagine, your old man finding his granddaughter sucking cocks like it’s the lollipop he gave you.”

our lips trembled as you tried to wiggle your hips to get some kind of relief, feeling more wet at his dirty words. His fingers slipped inside your skirt, tracing your folds over your underwear and smirked, “So fucking wet…”

“D-Daddy…” Mewling, when you felt him push your panties to the side and his fingers teasing your entrance. “I’m the top baby, I’ve always been. If you want me, then you better beg and please daddy.” Jeno says, suddenly tapping your clit harshly then biting your earlobe when you let out a loud moan. Then, he pulled away from you and licked all your juices from his fingers, cleaning up and acting as if you aren’t glaring at him or how your visibly all wet and frustrated you are.

“Y-Yah! At least finish me off!” You screamed, trying to taunt him by lifting your skirt and touching yourself— yet Jeno seemed uninterested as he only watched you, “I still have classes. Good luck with that though,” and this time, he’s the one who walked pass by you with a smug smirk resting on his face with his glasses sliding down to the bridge of his nose.

“Asshole.” You muttered, trying to get yourself off.

“Jeno, I thought you’re already over your stage and fucked the hell out of Y/n. Why did she call me saying that she needs me to make her cum?” Haechan asks, tying up his shoes and getting ready to leave. Jeno looked up at him in amusement and he smirked, his pride growing from how desperate he made you feel, “I didn’t need to fuck her. I just wanted to feel some relief.”

“Virgin.”

“Hey— it’s not wrong being one! Besides, I love teasing her. I’ll fuck her one day, but now, you better make her cum hard. Trust me, she deserves it.”

“I always make a girl cum hard.”

When Haechan left, the smile on Jeno’s face disappeared through thin air. Of course you just had to call his best friend, not just some other guys. Are you trying to get into his nerves? Because if you are, then it’s working.

Not now though. All Jeno wants to do at the moment is to relax and watch Netflix all day. He spent all his energy studying and reading for the exams.

»»»

“Fuck, did all of see the video?” A guy laughed, showing his friend the video playing in his phone. His friend laughed loudly and nodded, “Yeah, I did. Damn, Cho Y/n’s really a spoiled brat, isn’t she?”.

At the mention of your name, Jeno tilted his head to look at the two men sitting not so far from him. Curiosity got into the best of him as he approaches them, “Hey..uh, what about Cho Y/n?”. One of them greeted him and grinned, “Wait you never saw the viral video yet? Here. Someone saw Y/n’s old video from her past high school. Look how spoiled and mean she is,” he passed him the phone and Jeno stayed silent.

It did show how mean you looked, slapping another woman and screaming at her. The two men with him whistled and laughed to themselves, finding the clip fun to watch. Jeno ‘accidentally’ dropped the phone, making the owner shout, “Yah! Why did you do th—”.

“Oops, I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll pay you back. Sorry again.” Jeno let out a fake guilty expression, bowing at them and picking the item up to give it back. “O-oh, uh, it’s fine?” He stuttered, thinking it really was an accident.

Jeno needed to find you, and he didn’t know why. But after watching, he just know that you need someone right now.

It wasn’t that much hard to find you. He saw your slumped and sobbing figure by the place where you also sucked him off, this must be your secret room or something. Jeno didn’t say anything. Instead, he sat beside you and slowly wrapped one arm around your shoulder. Flinching away, you looked up and was surprised to see him.

“W-what do you want?”

“Use me as your napkin or as a personal teddy bear.” He offers. “I don’t need your pity, Jeno.” You scoffed, trying to stop yourself from sobbing yet it was no use. “I don’t pity you. I hate you, Cho Y/n, but let me be nice for now” Jeno corrects you, trying once again. Not having any energy to push him away, you complied and snuggled your face on his shoulder, sighing deeply.

“Grandpa’s obviously gonna kick me out.” You said, playing with your fingers that are placed on your lap. “You fucked his students, what did you expect?” He snickered.

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I mean, I did, but only one student, Haechan. Just because I wear short skirts doesn’t mean I’m a whore who sleeps with anyone else.” You confessed, lifting your head up to look at him. “Why Haechan then?” Jeno asks, looking back at you.

“Because he’s your friend.”

Jeno’s heart thumped. He continued staring at your eyes and looked away, gulping. “Are you trying to get into my pants?” He asks, feeling shame in his bones from asking such a straightforward question. “No. I didn’t want to fuck Haechan at first, I just tried to befriend him too. But things got out of hand and before I knew it, I woke up in his bed. His girlfriend or fuckbuddy or whatever she is saw me and started rumors about how I slept with everyone.”

“You slept with Haechan? In the apartment? Where the hell was I?”

“In the library. That’s what he said.”

“And the video?”

ou seemed hesitant to explain, but if everyone turned their backs on you, it’d be great to have at least one person who doesn’t, “She’s my stepmom.” 

Jeno didn’t react at first, even if he found it quite odd since the girl you slapped looked the same age as you.

“Also my ex-bestfriend. Behind both me and my mom’s back, my dad has been fucking her every time we had a sleepover at my house. When I knew, I got so angry that I marched up to her and slapped her as hard as I could. But hey, everyone who saw the video called me a bitch and a spoiled brat.”

“Why keep up with the bad girl look and attitude then?” He pinching your cheek to refrain you from frowning. You swat his hand away and glared at him, “People knows me as one, so why not be one instead? How about you? Why be known as the kind innocent boy when you literally pulled my hair and left me alone to deal with myself?”.

“Same as you, I guess.”

Both of you let out an awkward chuckle, not fully sure on what to do now. You just told your own life story to him so it did feel weird for you— yet again, it’s also feels good that he seemed like he does believe you.

“Wanna fuck?”

The smile on your face left as you pinched his side, “What the fuck, Lee Jeno? What is wrong with your hormones? Are you that horny every single time in your life?”. Jeno winced and giggled, removing his glasses and placing them to the side, “Is it going to be weird to say I’m turned out by how your crying?”. You gave him a disgusted look but sat on his lap anyways, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Yes and I am never asking you anymore questions anymore.” He rested his hands on your thighs, grinning, “Let’s fuck”.

“Let’s.”

And just like that, Jeno kissed you but a lot gentler then before. You kissed back at the same force he did, tangling your fingers around his hair and tugging on it making him grunt. “You know, I think I had a stupid crush on you.” Jeno suddenly says, his kisses traveling to your neck. “R-really?” You squeaked out, heart hammering by your chest when his soft lips pressed on your sweet spot. He hummed and sucked on the sensitive skin, chuckling when you whinnied breathlessly, “Yeah, I did. But don’t worry, It’s just a stupid crush.”

Giving him a teasing look, you wiggled your eyebrows, “Oh? I don’t think it’s stupid, now that you’re holding me like this.” Jeno growled and captured your lips once again, his hand working it’s way inside your panties, “Don’t flatter yourself, Princess. I just want to get out of what Haechan calls ‘my stage’.”

“Being a virgin is a stage now? The fuck? I love that man.”

“I could tell he loves you too. I never saw him fuck any other woman ever since you sucked his dick, I guess.”

“You serious?” You pulled away from him, brows furrowed. Jeno admired you for a couple of seconds, love bites all over your jawline and neck, lips all swollen from the kisses. “Yeah,” he breathed out, smiling lazily and pulling you back to him. Teasingly, he ran a finger up your slit, purposely adding pressure on your small bundle of nerves making you gasp out loudly. Your tempting sounds made the male’s eyes turn darker then they already are and he finally, finally entered a finger inside your velvety walls.

“F-Fuck baby, s-so tight and wet.” Jeno moaned, looking more affected then you are. It’s his first time touching a woman like this, and he’s regretting why he had missed this all out and never done any of this sooner. “D-Daddy, more…please…” you begged, rocking your hips and sighing in content. He listened to your plea and added another finger, and started scissoring them, his thumb harshly pressing by your clit in the process.

“O-Oh Jeno, oh my God! Jeno! J-Jeno!” Your moans turn louder and louder, mumbling out phrases that probably doesn’t make sense when he started to pick up his pace and add a third finger. “So hot, baby. Creating a mess just for me and just because of my fingers? Oh my, Princess, how could you handle my cock then?” Jeno hummed out, addicted to how you feel like this. “Mhmm, y-you’re a v-virgin, Jeno! I-I should be the o-one asking you— fuck— that!”

“What did you say? Didn’t quite hear you.” He laughed, his pace going faster then before. Although his wrist started to hurt, he didn’t dare stop. “C-cum— c-cumming!” You gasped out, eyes going teary as the coil in your stomach snaps. Jeno removed his fingers and was in awe seeing the white substance covering them, he gripped on your chin to make you watch him while he sucks them clean. You moaned weakly, leaning in to kiss his soft lips, “I wanna be your first daddy, wanna be so good for you.”

Jeno pushed you off him only to unbuckle his belt and push his dick out, tip already leaking with precum. “Ride on it, then Princess. Make daddy feel so good.”

Were you needed to be told twice? No, not at all. With shaky legs, you hover above his cock, kissing him again and circle his tip on your walls, stopping a bit when you realized something, “wait…condoms.”

“Shit, I don’t have one.” Jeno groaned, frustratedly banging his head on the wall behind him and sighing, “So does this mean we won’t get to fuck? Next time the— Jesus Christ!” He calls out, eyes almost bulging out of it’s pockets when you took him by surprise and drop on his fat cock. The tears fell from your eyes, his length reaching places no one ever did. “S-so b-big— ahhh…h-hurts.” You sobbed, uncomfortably shifting on his lap.

Although you were in pain, Jeno was having the time of his life. His eyes closed tightly and his cock twitching, the pleasure blinding his senses. He wanted to cum so bad, having you around him was enough for him to reach his peak— but that can’t happen, of course. The pain was still there as you start in slow movements, still trying to get used to the feeling of his dick inside of you. Jeno’s toes curled, trying his best not to burst that fast and easily as he placed both his hands on your hips, urging you to move faster.

“S-shit, shit, shit, shit.” He chanted, not meaning to rut up on you, but it seemed like his hips has it’s mind of own. “Daddy!” You squealed, clenching around him tightly and sobbing by his lips, babbling how much you love his cock.

“Y-y/n I-I c-can’t— I-I can’t—“

“C-cum in me d-daddy,” you whispered by his ear, slyly moving your finger down and circling his nipple by his shirt. “Fucking— Shit!” Jeno chocked out, moaning turning in higher pitch before he finally released his heavy load, filling you up to the brim. You continued your movements until he had to stop you, the pleasure turning to pain, “I want to taste you”.

Jeno changed both your positions, him laying down as he pulls you to his face. His hands squeezing your ass and he wastes no time licking a stripe on your cum filled pussy. You moaned, grinding down his tongue, feeling all high and drunk by no absolute reason. Jeno pulled you closer, letting the wet muscle wiggle it’s way inside of you, eating out both your juices and his own cum. You feel so, so close. When he moved up and sucked on your clit harshly, that’s it.

You cum dripping by his chin and face, yet he still never let you go, continuing on eating you out like your the only meal on earth. “J-Jeno, e-enough!” You tried to push him out, but the grips he has on your thighs was impossible to escape. Unfortunately, to his delight and to your dismay, he was able to pull another strong orgasm out of you in no time. Finally, Jeno showed you mercy and let you go, sitting up and breathing heavily.

Both looking very much sinful and filthy, covered in sweat and cum. “That was the best thing in my life, holy shit.” Jeno laughed, still not over the fact that he’s finally not a virgin anymore and never will be ever again. “It would have been the best if you didn’t overstimulate me.” You mumbled, weakly snuggling to his side with your legs still shaking for some reason. He smirked and rubbed your side in small circles, “Hey, not my fault you looked so hot!”, he defended himself.

For a moment, you two stayed in each other’s arms, savouring the feeling of the warmth and the comfortable silence. Then, you decided to speak.

“Jeno, let’s not see each other in the morning.” You say in a voice that shows a little hope, knowing very well that was what he wanted even if you wished he would deny. The male was silent for a few seconds before glancing up to your side, “Sounds good, Y/n.” Your heart cracked up a little, not actually believing he would agree just like that. But your the one who offered, so who were you to complain?

“Thank you for listening to my story.”

“And thank you for taking my virginity.”

If Jeno was ever honest, then he would have just admitted that he never had a stupid crush on you— at all. He just wanted to fuck you so bad and make you do it with him, so he had to say a few lies here and there. All that’s in his mind is how Haechan turned out to be wrong at one thing: you were a great sub, not a bratty one. All the sex and everything was good with you, and that was all he needed. Now that you seem nothing to him anymore, your memories will be by the trash at the time he gets home, along with his glasses.

Lee Jeno is the ‘innocent’ man who gives an apple to their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Lim everyday, but could also be the most cruel at heartbreak. Like at said, he never saw any trail of you the next following day at school.

Loving ‘good boys’ hurt more then loving ‘bad boys’ , they just do.

© AEHYEI, 2021

[tlous1mp]

Drinking the Pain Away

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: you've always thought that ellie loved dina, your best friend.

warning: angsty with a fluffy ending

You ordered another alcoholic drink from Seth, who said, "This is the last one for the night," before handing it to you. A tight smile had assured him that you understood. If it were up to you, you would be drinking until you'd choke. You never drank unless you wanted to escape, and tonight you were escaping the pain you felt in your heart every day.

You loved someone and they did not love you back. They were in love with someone else. They were in love with your best friend. If it was someone else that you were not close to, the pain would be easier to deal with. You and Dina were as close as you could be. Almost always by each other's side. That just made it harder.

Ellie always spoke to Dina first, always closer to her than the others, always looked at her in the eyes. She never did that with you or anyone else that you had noticed. You wished every day that she could possibly not have feelings for Dina, or that the pain would be less and you'd move on. Neither of those was going to end for a while.

You took the first sip from the new glass when someone sat next to you, "Are you going to be okay tomorrow?" she asked, her green eyes stared at you as you took another quick sip.

"I can hold my liquor very well actually," you answered Ellie, "This is like my fourth glass, no need to worry about me."

"I'll be worried about you if I fucking want to be," Ellie said gently and stole your glass so that she could have the rest in one gulp. You tried not to think about how attractive she looked then. You questioned if perhaps she knew about your little secret with that move, "I'll take you home."

You scoffed, "I'd like to stay here for a little longer."

Ellie squinted her eyes, "I am not giving you a choice. I do not care if you kick, scream, whatever you decide to do, I am getting your ass into bed," she promised, "You've had alcohol and I do not trust that guy that has been staring at you this entire night."

You glanced at the man that sat in the corner and rolled your eyes, "On second thought let's go," you whispered. A shiver ran down your back, "Men are so fucking gross," you commented as you pushed through the doors of the diner.

Ellie seemed to stand next to you closely for once, maybe in case you fell over or bumped into anything accidentally. The more steps you took towards your house, the more sober you felt. "Did the drinks help your problems?" Ellie asked.

Your eyebrows raised, "That obvious, huh?"

"No. You have never been that much of a drinker. Whatever is going on with you must suck the living life out of you," she explained, "Want to talk about it?"

You shook your head and rubbed your forehead, "It isn't easy to even think about. I just wanted to have a moment of clarity for once," you said as you stared at your shoes. That was all you would allow to talk about in front of the woman that you loved. You would not be able to handle the rejection that would come your way if you were to confess.

"I'd say the same with me, but I make sure to drink during dinner and the weekends. Makes it less suspicious," she muttered. She stared down at the houses in front of her, "Thankfully we have people like Dina that can help us get through tough shit."

Your heart broke at her name. Of course she would mention her name, everything you knew were to be true. She loves Dina, not you. You cleared your throat, "Yeah, she's great. The best. I reckon you two would make a good couple honestly."

After a few steps you realised that you were the only one walking. A glance over the shoulder revealed Ellie staring at you with sad eyes, "She's not who I want," she said. You felt smacked in the face. If it wasn't her, who does she want? "The only person who I see myself with is you."

Your eyes widened, "This is you taking pity on me because I dare to spend one night drink-"

"I promise you that I am telling the truth," she took a step forward, "I want you, not as friends or whatever the fuck we were. I want you to be mine," she pleaded, "I am all yours if you want me too."

You allowed a small smile on your lips, "I have been willingly to be yours for a while," you stood in front of her, "You are just as stupid as I have been for not noticing sooner," you whispered before cupping her face to kiss her.

[calimera62]

Tanz der Vampire, act 2: A crack and shitty summary

Sarah: Finally, I am in the castle! Now is the time to live my fairy tale

Graf von Krolock: Hello dinner- I mean, Sarah!

Sarah: Hi! I’m here for the romance, the pretty dresses, freedom and the sponges

Graf von Krolock: No biggie, a bite will just do the trick

Sarah: Yay!

Graf von Krolock: But not tonight. We have to prepare for the ball.

Sarah: Why the wait?

Graf von Krolock: I’m a vampire. We like a good show.

-Carpe Noctem-

Alfred: Well that was the weirdest dream I ever had. Mark me down as scared AND horny

Alfred: Dreaming of sharing a seductive dance with Krolock and Sarah, being seduced then turned by Krolock, and me biting Sarah. Shouldn’t mean anything… Still, better not let Abronsius psychoanalyse me on this dream

Alfred: ANYWAY! This is a great day to save Sarah!

Abronsius: Do you mean this is a great day to sneak into a vampire’s tomb?

Alfred: I can’t do it! I can’t kill them!

Abronsius: Bah! Kids these days… can’t handle killing monsters anymore!

Mr Chagal: Hello sleeping beauty

Magda: For some weird reason, I find you attractive

Koukol: No fucking in front of my sleeping masters you deranged people!

Alfred: Professor! We have to find Sarah!

Abronsius: BOOKS! BOOKS! BOOKS! BOOKS!

Alfred: … never mind, then

Sarah: -sings-

Alfred: Sarah! Thank God I found you! We have to leave at once!

Sarah: And miss the ball? Are you out of your mind?

Alfred: The situation is dangerous, Sarah. Please, we have to go!

Sarah: Ask me again tomorrow, tonight I’ll dance with the count!

Alfred: Why him and not me?

Sarah: Well he has a bigger…. SPONGE!

Alfred: What’s up with you and sponges??

Sarah: I just think they’re neat

Alfred: This is bad… I have to find Abronsius.

Abronsius: BOOKS!!!!

Alfred: JESUS CHRIST AM I THE ONLY ONE ANXIOUS ABOUT THE WHOLE SITUATION?

Herbert: Alfred! Just the one I wanted to see

Alfred: This can’t be good

Herbert: How pale you look! Are you ill? Maybe you should go to bed. I might even join you ;)

Alfred: what

Herbert: What can I say? When love is inside me, I just can’t resist

Alfred: ...

Herbert: Yes! I’m in love with you!

Alfred: We only met, like, yesterday.

Herbert: You proclaimed your love for Sarah 5 minutes after meeting her

Alfred: Touché

Herbert: Enough talking, let me have a taste

Alfred: PROFESSOR HELP!!!!!

Abronsius: Haha! What do I see here? Seduction? In front of an old man. Have you no shame??

Herbert: Hitting me with an umbrella… my father will hear about it!

Alfred: This day can’t go any weirder…

Graf von Krolock: Hello, it’s me

Alfred: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

Graf von Krolock: I’ve heard you’ve been messing around. Don’t you know that too much curiosity is deadly?

Abronsius: Why don’t you come down and tell me face to face? Just to talk. I promise I won’t try to get you and preserve you in alcohol to study you

Graf von Krolock: You’re too late old man, Alfred is already mine!

Abronsius: Nuh-huh

Graf von Krolock: Yuh-huh

Abronsius: Nuh-huh

Alfred: Someone gets me out of this musical please

Vampires: Wakey wakey, time for the ball! But first, let us sang about the curse of immortality

Graf von Krolock: The night is so beautiful. Perfect for an angsty monologue about my life and the weight of eternity

Alfred: Aaaw they have feelings too

Abronsius: I should hope so. I want them to feel the PAIN when we’ll stab them in the heart

Vampires: Time for the ball!

Abronsius: Let us disguise and hide among them

Alfred: Sure, what could go wrong?

Graf von Krolock: Welcome all! Enjoy the night, there are free snacks wandering in the castle. But remember, the girl is mine.

Alfred: Free snacks? Is he talking about us?

Abronsius: Naaa I’m sure we’re fine

Sarah, dancing with Krolock: This is the dream

Graf von Krolock: IT’S MEAL TIME!

Vampires: One of us! One of us! She’s one of us!

Sarah: The risk I took was calculated but man am I bad at math

Graf von Krolock: You wanted someone to steal your heart, I just took your blood. Not a big bifference

Abronsius: Now let us just sneakily take Sarah with us, we can’t have vampires notice us

VAMPIRES: HUMANS!

Alfred: Oh crap

Abronsius: Alright, the fast and not so quiet escape it is then

Graf von Krolock: KOUKOL GO AFTER THEM AND BRING THEM BACK

Koukol: Woh, the wolves aren’t very friendly tonight

Alfred: Safe, at last! Don’t worry Sarah, everything will be alright now! I’m here for you!

Sarah: You are so sweet Alfred

Alfred :

[1800-fight-me]

Halloween in Hell’s Kitchen

A Saved by the Devil ficlet

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)

Friends to eventual lovers (Reader is Foggy’s childhood best friend!)

Rating: T

Warnings: fluff with an angsty ending, blind jokes, alcohol 

Word count: about 1.7k

Author’s note: This is set after college but before Saved by the Devil occurs! Also I know its not even close to Halloween rn but isn’t it always Halloween in our hearts?? lol

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! my taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

You were supposed to meet Foggy, Matt, and Karen at the bar at seven o’clock. 

But as you looked in the mirror and bit your lip you weren’t so sure anymore. Like your thoughts had summoned him, your phone rang. 

“Hey Foggy I’m not so sure about this…”

“Oh come on! It’ll be hilarious, my best idea yet!”

You tapped your foot, continuing to stare in the mirror. “Are you sure it’s not too mean?”

“Too mean? C’mon! It’s right on the edge I’ll give you that but it’s definitely not too mean,” he said passionately. 

You knew when he started like that he wouldn’t stop until you caved and gave him what he wanted. You remained silent and he jumped right back into it. 

“It will be so funny. I promise he’ll think it’s funny. You’re already dressed aren’t you?”

“Yes but..”

“No buts! You just get your butt to the bar! It’ll be fine! I promise! Gotta go, see you soon!”

He hung up and you rolled your eyes. 

With a sigh and one last glance in the mirror you grabbed the cane you’d left by the door and headed out to the bar. 

-

As soon as you saw them you snorted and couldn’t stop the peals of laughter. 

Three “blind Matt Murdocks” as Foggy had phrased it, stood in front of you and now there were four with your arrival. 

You were all dressed similarly in dark suits, dark ties, red glasses, and a cane in hand. 

They all turned to look at you and the giggles all started anew. 

“Happy Halloween, can you guess who I am?” you said with glee as Karen snorted and Foggy looked victorious. 

Matt’s smile couldn’t stretch any further as he reached for your hand and pulled you into his chest for a hug. 

“They got to you too, huh?” voice soft and deep in your ear. 

“Sorry, you know I'm a sucker for Foggy’s terrible ideas,” you said with a grin, looking up at him. 

He pursed his lips in fake annoyance as you giggled. 

“Don’t blame this on me!” Foggy interjected and Matt finally released you from his lingering embrace. 

You rolled your eyes at Foggy, “This was completely your idea. Matt, he made me do it.” 

This caused Matt to chuckle as Foggy immediately went on the defense and honestly even though you were right you didn’t know if you could win the argument against your attorney friend. 

“Alright alright,” you said, cutting him off, “it might’ve been your idea but I went along with it.” 

“Playing a joke on a blind man by dressing up as him for halloween, the nerve of all of you,” Matt said with fake outrage and a hand over his heart. 

This led everyone into another fit of giggles. 

The night continued with drinks, laughs, too much candy, lots of questionable blind jokes, and plenty of games of pool until the hour was far too early to be awake. 

Eventually Foggy called it a night and as everyone walked out of the bar, hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Foggy and Karen decided to split a cab as they were heading in the same direction and Matt offered to walk you home. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?” you asked teasingly, elbowing him with the arm he currently had wrapped in his own. 

You loved that Matt always held onto you for guidance rather than using his cane whenever he could. You had a feeling that he sought out physical contact with you even when he didn’t need it. But, maybe that was just wishful thinking. 

“I can handle myself. I’m a big boy,” he said smoothly and you ignored the way his words made your heart flutter. 

You rolled your eyes, “Oh I know. You held up very well tonight with all of the teasing.” 

He laughed and you couldn’t help but grin in response to the beautiful sound. 

“Well, I’m sure you make a very cute Matt Murdock,” he said and you giggled. 

“Cute? Foggy said I’m a hotter you than you are,” you said and he cracked up laughing with you. 

You reached the doorsteps to your apartment building and stopped, turning to face him. 

“Can I?” he asked, hands nearing your face. 

Your breath caught, “Mmhm,” you managed to get out. 

His fingers skimmed your cheeks then up to the red rimmed glasses you still wore that were a copy of his. 

The corner of his lip lifted in response. 

His hands then drifted back down your face, softly grazing your neck, then landing on the collar of your button up shirt. 

You swallowed, trying to keep your breathing steady, as if there weren’t trails of fire along your skin where his gentle fingers touched. 

He felt the collar of your shirt, then the tie around your neck, and finally the lapels of your jacket. You realized then that you had left the cane at the bar, not used to carrying it around like Matt was. 

“You did a really good job with tying your tie,” he said, the smirk on his mouth still captivating your attention. 

“Thanks, youtube helped,” you rasped out and he chuckled. 

His hands drifted back up to your neck. What was it about your neck that seemed to grasp his attention and desire? 

Was it the vulnerability? Oh, you wanted to be vulnerable with him but being in love with your friend was a dangerous game. 

How far could you push it before you lost him? 

Before you ruined the delicate ecosystem your friend group lived in? The one where no one talked about the feelings between you and Matt because too much time had passed and it was never going to happen, and it would make it weird for Foggy. 

And god, you had tried to move on, for so long you attempted to move on but here he was pulling you back in so easily. 

And what if your worst nightmare occurred, what if you went for it with Matt and lost him and his friendship in the process? These years with his presence, even if it was only his friendship, made you sure in your bones you couldn’t live a life without Matt. 

Hands still delicately grazing the sensitive skin on your neck he leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “The jury is out, I might not be able to see, but I can feel that Foggy was right, you’re the most attractive Matt Murdock here tonight.” His voice was deep and soft and your knees nearly buckled. 

You pulled back enough to look up at his eyes, this was it, you were certain. The years spent pining and dancing around one another were going to be over. He confessed his attraction to you just now, didn't he? 

Oh no, what if that was all he felt? You were in love with him, for god’s sake, there was no possible way you could survive a friends with benefits situation with a man you already felt so deeply for. Your heartbeat spiked. 

His head cocked and his hand moved up to your cheek, “Sweetheart, are you okay? Do you not want this?” 

You opened your mouth to speak, to confess maybe, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say when the blaring noise of Matt’s phone repeating Foggy’s name interrupted you. 

His hand dropped from your face and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. He took a step back as he answered the call and you sighed. 

Did you sigh in relief or disappointment? You knew Matt heard you and if you didn’t know the reason for your reaction there was no way he would. 

You know what you want. It’s the same as what you’ve always wanted, him. 

You wanted to throw caution to the wind and jump in his arms. Matthew, Matt, Matty. Your heart beat in time with the syllables of his name. 

But your brain wouldn’t quiet and you were worried and stressed about the outcome, the reasoning, the what if’s. 

You missed the whole conversation Matt had with Foggy and only looked up from your feet when said your name. 

“I should go. Goodnight,” he said softly. Was it wishful thinking on your part that you thought you heard something in his voice? Something that sounded like desperation, like desire for you to disagree with him. 

Dear god, you wanted to, you wanted to beg him to stay, to come upstairs, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. 

But you were scared, what if he didn’t feel the same for you? You had no disillusions about Matt, you knew his history with women. If something physical was all he wanted from you it would break you. 

And what about Foggy? If things didn’t work out between you and Matt then Foggy would be stuck in the middle, miserable without his best friends speaking to one another. And dear god, you couldn’t lose Matt, his friendship and Foggy’s were your lifelines. 

So no, you couldn’t risk it. 

“Goodnight, Matt. Get home safe,” you said, voice as soft and desperate as his. 

He let out a soft sigh and nodded before turning and leaving and the sight of him walking away hurt your chest. It was like you could feel your heart cracking. 

It didn’t matter that you cried yourself to sleep that night and never told any of your friends about it. You still considered it one of the best nights of your life, bittersweet was the least you could expect being catastrophically in love with Matt Murdock. 

And when Karen gave you a framed photo of the four of you from that night you placed it on your nightstand and the same bittersweet smile formed on your mouth every time you saw it. 

You and Matt never talked about the ending of that night and continued on your friendship as if nothing ever happened. Just like the last time he had almost kissed you. 

And it hurt, sure, but just like last time you did your best to move past it and not let the what if’s haunt you. 

Because what is love and joy, without a little heartbreak? 

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[saberstars]

Stop Laughing

Pairing: Female Y/N & Loki

Fluff & drunk flirting

Warnings: Drunk Reader, very minor manhandling, jealous Loki, lemme know if there is more I should add?

Summary: You’ve dranken quite a bit tonight & Loki makes sure you get home safe. One conversation leads to another causing Loki to confess his feelings to you despite you being a tad giggly tipsy.

Word Count: 2346

Notes: I drank for the first time in a while a week or so ago and I had a dream so uh this is based on that. I also haven’t written & posted shit publicly in god knows how long so uh yeah. Enjoy

You & Loki had been “friends” for about a year now. It was a friendship neither of you thought would have ever developed though. You were both Polar Opposites. Loki was calculated, poised, and intimidating while you on the other hand were loud, clumsy & bubbly. You were just optimistic in nature whereas Loki viewed the world as dark and cloudy. You brought the best out of each other somehow.

Loki would never admit it but he did over time become fond of you, and you him. The raven haired man began to enjoy your presence. He never went out of his way to invite you to do things though, since you just naturally did it for him. To be fair you followed him like a puppy with its owner. Some of the team showed concern by asking about it at times but you would both nonchalantly brush it off. “We are just friends, who happened to be joined at the hip.” Both of you only figured the concern was just a natural response due to Loki’s nature he had shown before turning over a new leaf & accepting a deal that was proposed to him. The deal consisted of Help Protect Midgard or remain Imprisoned. Both Asgard & Shield have come together to form the contract of said deal, which Loki accepted at the time with the scheme of eventually finding a way out of it.

The tower was near empty, Tony had taken Pepper out for their anniversary, Steve was with Sam & Bucky bowling, leaving Natasha, Bruce & Thor to have fair game to the place You on the other hand had plans for Loki & yourself. You approached the library with a skip in your step. Kicking the door open gives a twirl upon your entry.

“You, Me, the bar. You’re going to have fun with me tonight instead of moping in the library like an angsty teenager.” you declared not really giving him the option to say no.

Loki ignored your display and chose not to entertain such a demand his eyes glued to his current read. He was under the impression as if he acted like he didn't hear you it would deter you from the idea. He was very wrong.

“Ignoring me huh? Good sir I thought you were raised to have manners?” Y/n teased making her way forward leaning in over his book attempting to read the page.

Again Loki ignored you, attempting to finish his last chapter quickly before you had the opportunity to spoil it for him. You did that alot now ever since he had done the same to you.

“He dies, she gets sad,& uses necromancy to bring him back but it backfires and he eats her. Not in a pleasant way either.” You muttered out, straightening yourself back up.

Loki slammed the book shut with a hiss, although it was just a summary of the overall story he still was irritated by what you had disclosed to him about the book.

“No, I don't want to go & be surrounded by bumbling buffoons. I get enough of it from my brother's presence.” Loki responded before tossing the book onto the cushion beside him.

“But I am a helpless mortal woman with no other godly friends to spend the evening with” Y/n raised her hand to her forehead posing in a dramatic form with a wine.

Loki rolled his eyes scoffing at her dramatization of the predicament. He thought to himself for a moment when he noticed you had begun begging with your eyes for him to truly join you. You were too nice for your own good at times. Loki would never admit it, but you were his favorite. He had taken a particular unexplainable liking to you, finding comfort in your presence. Maybe it was because you treated him with respect, despite knowing what he had done in the past. Where as everyone else expected him to fuck up and go back to old habits. You made him want to be “good”. The asgardian sighed letting out an elongated breath finally agreeing to your invitation.

“Fine, but I’m not drinking. Your realms taste is grotesque when it comes to such.” he muttered standing himself upright. It wasn't that he actually hated the liquor on Midgard, it was just not strong enough for him to even enjoy. It would cost too much to even get a bit tipsy with how weak you mortals made it. When you had grabbed his arm and dragged him out the tower down the street to the bar Loki had an unamused expression plastered to his face the entire time. He disliked how loud & rambunctious it was. The music was horrendous & no one had class. Well no one but you. For the most part you were pretty much the same when drunk, you just laughed a lot more and your humor was more prominent.

Loki watched as you kicked back several shots of cherry McGillicutties. He sat with water of all things finding pleasure in watching you enjoy yourself. Eventually a smiled tugged at his lips watching you dance, wiggle, and sing nearby. You spent more time near him chatting about a variety of things, that was until a man had garnered your attention.

Loki watched him pull you away across the room. His smile dropped as his eyes narrowed keeping a close watchful eye on the two of you. To be fair he was quite displeased that you has “abandoned” him in such a place as you had invited him there. He knew it wasn't a date per say but he wished it was deep down.

The man who spoke to you had a rather distrustful vibe, he bought you drinks, told you jokes, & whispered into your ear. He scoffed, not understanding how oblivious you were to his advances. It became blatantly obvious that the man was growing frustrated with you. Over time his expression, mannerism, and posture showed impatience and distress. None of which you picked up on at any point. Loki grew jealous he watched like a hawk, others may have found it creepy or strange but he didn’t care. He was just being protective right? Watching over you like you would him. You began to feel dizzy as the room spun a tad. You knew you were quickly reaching your limit when it came to drinking so you set your glass down finally attempting to excuse yourself.

“I think I need some air.” Y/n finally spoke up, excusing herself in which the man grabbed her by the wrist. You looked up quite frightened by the man's sudden switch in demeanor frozen in place. All of you training, self defense, ect failing to kick into gear. You panicked opening your mouth to speak but forgetting how. You searched for words, anything, to say no so you could just leave when suddenly Loki had popped up behind you grabbing your free wrist for himself. . “The lady said she wanted air, You should probably let go of her for your sake.” Loki warned with a hiss. His blue eyes were as sharp as daggers piercing through the man. It was the only warning Loki was going to give him. Despite that the man's grip on your wrist didn't loosen causing you to wince. You were stuck between the two like a tug of war prize trying not to throw up due to the stress the situation caused. Loki’s eyes flared with a sense of rage, his fingers curling around the man's hand that had yours trapped. With one squeeze Loki snapped it, causing the man to shriek in pain whilst dropping to his knees. Curses & screams exploded from his mouth causing everyone to pause and look at Loki & you. “L-loki what the fuck?! You can't just break someone's wrist?!” You squelched out.

“I can & did for your sake so let's go.” uttered feeling no shame in his actions. When he went to turn and lead you out the door he felt resistance. You had stood still staring him down in a fearful manner, it was a look he had never received from you which pained him. “Don’t look at me like that. I saved you” Loki said, trying to justify his actions. You were drunk & clearly panicked and he only did what he felt was right of him in that situation. Your feet were glued to where you stood and at this point Loki had enough. He knew you were incapable of fending for yourself if he had left you there. But he also knew that you both couldn't stay there much longer. You had caused a commotion, a bouncer or security would soon probably throw Loki out. With a growl Loki grabbed your waist, earning a surprise, hoisting you over his shoulders like a sack carrying you out to the street in an attempt to drag you safely home. “Loki, you put me down this instant!” your hands balled into fists bumping his lower back.

“No, I don't want you moseying back to that poor excuse for a man apologizing for what I did to him.” He spat back, tossing her a bit trying to adjust her position on his shoulder. “Stop squirming or I might drop you.” He added.

You kicked her feet up in defiance with a growl of irritants.

“I thought you were a god, I thought gods were strong? Am I too heavy for a god too carry without dropping?” You teased with a giggly of mischief.

Loki knew you were baiting him, horribly in fact.

“That’s cute, I liked that.” Loki commented observing the mischievous giggle you had emitted.

“How bout this, You promise to walk back without any issues & maybe I’ll put you down. Deal?” It was a generous offer, or so he thought it was. If he had his way he’d carry you the entire way, up to your room. & drop you in there locking you in for the night if it meant he could sleep knowing you were safe.

“I’ll take that deal. What happens if I break it though?” y/n teased yet again testing his patience.

“Then you’ll lose my trust.” He stated plainly trying to ignore her drunken flirtations. Y/n had propped her elbow up in between his shoulder blades so she could rest her head in her hand. There was silence between the two as he paced forward until suddenly he swung her down back to her feet. She squeaked as her feet hit the pavement, her eyes meeting his.

“Aw such a gentleman.” y/n complimented with a smug expression. Loki rolled his eyes to the side before grabbing her upper arm forcing her to walk with him so they could just be home already.

“Hey Loki, Why did the banana go to the hospital?” y/n was setting this man up for her drunk puns and he knew it. Loki chuckled in defeat for a moment trying to hold back his answer so he could entertain her. “I don't know what?”

“Because it was Peeling badddd.” she giggled out whilst leaning into him. Loki shook his head trying to keep his laughter silent.

“You never cease to be obnoxiously amusing.” This comment caused you to laugh some more. You didn’t know why but you were at the point where almost anything would sound humorous to you. Loki admired it, even when you were drunk you found a way to make a situation joyous. It was infectious too whether he'd admit it or not. He didn’t know for how long he was staring at your smile, the way the moonlight hit your skin, while listening to your horrible puns. Before you both knew it you had been standing outside the tower having semi normal banter despite your blood alcohol level. At times you made no sense but in others you did. He hadn't laughed this much in a while even with you. His cheeks were starting to hurt a bit.

“Hey y/n I know this probably isn’t the best time but I want to tell you something important.” he interrupted, feeling this would be the only time he'd ever be able to tell you how he felt. Maybe it was because he secretly hoped you wouldn’t remember by morning due to the fact he felt he didn't deserve you.

You continued laughing, finding his seriousness ridiculous, you didn't understand how he could go from all trickster to stone cold serious so fast.

“Just listen, real closely to me ok… And Stop laughing.” Loki spoke sternly trying to get you to relax enough so he could speak without your giggles interrupting him. You obliged stifling them the best you could.

“Ok ok, what is it?” You asked filled with curiosity. Loki slowly yet carefully placed his hands on your shoulders as if they were made of glass. He didn’t know why but for some reason all of his confidence left his body. He inhaled shakily trying to find the words before speaking.

“I like you, well Love actually & I don’t care if you don't feel the same way I just thought you should know.'' His words were rapid as a bead of sweat ran down his temple.

“I know.” Y/n replied plainly.

“Wait what? You know? How do you know?” Loki asked, a bit surprised by her reaction.

“You haven't really been as discreet as you thought you were, and neither was I.” she giggled out, quite amused by his nervous state. Loki let go of her leaning back tilting his head trying to wrap his mind around her words, it all slowly making sense to him.

“It’s ok I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell~” Y/n teased before spinning around like she normally did in his presence. Loki shook his head with a smirk before opening the door for her leading y/n inside.

‘I think that’s a deal I'll accept for now.“ Loki replied, giving her a nod & a wink allowing the tower entrance door to close behind the two of them.

[mizunetzu]

ok ok so my request 👉🏻👈🏻

it’s the most obvious thing but i have a full crush on bakugou, so can you please write about him x male reader, where the reader is like.. having nightmares or almost doesn’t sleep because of his quirk (idk like maybe he can hear something special or predict anything bad, doesn’t really matter) but feels safe around bakugou so he always falls asleep around him or even oN him and katsuki is like “😡(❤️)shit whatever” and the reader is kinda shy about that but totally ok with their friends being like “wow bro that’s kinda gay :> ” because he is comfortable with “oh that’s because i aM the gay✌🏻” and his classmates love him and everything and would never mock.. but one time someone from another class was really really rude bcs of that or said that katsuki hates it so the reader starts to avoid bakugou and bakugou geTS MAD about it because reader is just his and no one else’s >:0 maybe a little confession from him in the end, maybe some.. *gay coughing* angy k*ss from him

please make it angsty but with a fluffy ending please please and thank you very much in advance💙 sorry if it’s too big i can’t explain my thoughts properly thaha

Bruh I just realized how long this request is 💀💀 also look at me, writing it like decades after you requested it 😭 pls enjoy I’m actually quite proud of it (also isn’t that gif perfect hahah get it bc the prompt was abt like sleeping and bakugou’s sleeping and-yeah I’ll let u read now)

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Bakugou x reader - Angry Insomniacs

⚠️Warnings - mild arguing, it’s not that bad

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Why are you always fuckin’ sleeping on me?”

It first started during the Sports Festival. The chicken race and cavalry battle really took a toll on (Y/n), and he was suffering harsh quirk drawbacks. That, being drowsiness.

Somewhere on the stands, (y/n’s) eyes grew heavier and heavier until he realized he had fallen asleep. He also didn’t realized until he woke up that no one disturbed him when he was near Bakugou. Be it fear, or just plain respect, (Y/n) seemed to get the best rest when he was with Bakugou. Not even Iida dared to wake him up when he dosed off on Bakugous shoulder.

He always made it a point to be in Bakugous vicinity when ever he could, taking naps with his head buried in his arms next to Bakugou at lunch, or having his head resting on his shoulder in the dorms.

“Oi! Don’t drift off on me!”

“Mm? Sorry, Bakugou.”

(Y/n) rubbed his eyes as he weakly pushed off the common room couch, stretching and yawning as he did so. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

“N-no, dumbass! Fuck kinda question is that, shit-for-brains?!”

“I’ll see you there later then, Bakugou.” (Y/n) gave a slight nod, Bakugou practically foaming at the mouth already, before trotting off the continue his nap in his own room.

Before heading to his room though, he walked into the kitchen to grab a post-nap time snack. Tsuyu, who was already digging in the fridge, stepped back so (Y/n) could grab whatever he wanted.

Tsu eyed (Y/n’s) slightly tousled hair. “Did you take another nap on bakugou-chan? Kero.”

(Y/n) hummed out a “yes.” Tsu hummed back in acknowledgment. Kaminari and Kirishima, unintentionally, started listening in from their place in the kitchen after hearing Bakugou being mentioned.

Tsuyu put a finger to her lip. “Ne, (Y/n)-chan, why do you always take naps on Bakugou-chan? It’s always him, kero, and you go out of your way to make sure it’s only him.”

“Why?” (Y/n) pulled off the carton of milk stubbornly hanging on to the fridge. “Because I like Bakugou. Duh. And I sleep better near people I like.

Kaminari gasped comically while Kirishima sputtered and choked on his words. Not just listening anymore, Kaminari but in. “L-like? Like, ‘like’-like?!”

Kaminari and Kirishima joined Tsuyu and (Y/n) near the fridge. (Y/n) nodded out an “mm-hm.”, whilst grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

“So you’re like...” Kirishima made wild, indecipherable, gestures with his hand. Eventually, after realizing no one was taking the hint, brought his voice down to a whisper.

“...like...gay..?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell us?!” Kaminari grasped at his blond hair. (Y/n) thought for a moment, poured himself a glass of milk, and shrugged.

“I don’t know. You never asked.”

“And you’re so comfortable just telling us now? Why, kero-kero?”

“Because I’m gay as fuuuuuck.” (Y/n) took a swig of milk like it was a shot of whiskey. “And it’s not like it was a secret or anything.”

“Though I don’t think Bakugou knows. He’s too angry about me sleepin’ on him all the time to actually care about me.”

(Y/n) polished off his glass of milk. He set the cup down gently into the sink. “Eh, it’s not like I actually care for what he thinks about me.”

“See ya, I’m gonna finish my nap.”

“Uh-bye”

“Bye-bye.”

“Bye, kero.”

———

(Y/n) yawned as his head lolled off of Bakugou’s shoulder. He hissed, dusting off his shoulder angrily.

“Go sleep somewhere else!”

“I’m just goin’ to the bathroom, Bakugou, I’ll be back. Keep your shoulder warm for me.”

(Y/n) weakly stood up from his chair, and sluggishly walked out of the cafeteria. Damn, his feet felt heavy. Maybe if he hurried to the bathroom, he’d get back in time to catch a few more minutes of sleep before Bakugou exploded on him or lunch ended.

(Y/n’s) shoulder accidentally caught on someone else’s, making him stumble back and rub his shoulder. Monoma tilted his chin up in a mocking fashion.

“Ara? Is that (L/n) (Y/n) from class 1-A I see?”

(Y/n) nodded, only half processing his words as he continued on his way to the bathroom. Monoma followed somewhat behind, spewing words and one-liners that went in one ear and out the other. That is, until,

“Honestly, you would’ve thought that angry blond kid would’ve told you by now”.

(Y/n’s) ear perked up. He halted to a stop, Monoma following suit and shoving his hands smugly in his pockets. “What’s this about Bakugou?”

“Oh? He really didn’t tell you, huh? That’s...” Monoma stifled a condescending snicker. “...surprising.”

(Y/n) stepped closer. “C’mon man, tell me what?”

Monoma sighed. “Well,”

“I heard that Mr. Blasty, matter-o-factly,” Monoma jabbed his pointer finger into (Y/n’s) chest. “Really, really hates it when you sleep on, or near him. Actually,”

“I think he just hates you in general.”

(Y/n) furrowed his brows. He’s lying. He’s lying. He likes him, doesn’t he? Bakugou likes him, or else he wouldn’t have lead him on for so long, right?

Because he wouldn’t let just anyone sleep on his shoulder...right?

“You’re lying.”

“Well, believe what you want, honestly,” Monoma made a show of crossing his arms dramatically. “But you should see the way he shit-talks and glares at you in you’re sleep. It’s not like he can push you off though, you’re ‘just so persistent you’ll never leave him the fuck alone’.”

(Y/n) shoved his hands in his pockets. Monoma raised his hands in defense. “His words, not mine.”

(Y/n) turned on his heel and began to speed walk to the bathroom. Monoma yelled out from his spot in the empty hallway.

“Oh? You don’t want to hear what he thinks about your little crush on him?”

(Y/n) froze. He was under the assumption that everyone but him knew, could he be wrong? He pressed his lips into a fine line, turning around as composedly as he could. Though, he couldn’t mask the fearful curiosity in his eyes.

Monoma grinned. It was an unpleasant, sarcastic grin, one that didn’t look peaceful or pleasing at all.

“Well, I doubt that there’s anything to to say at all, so does it really ma-“

“What...what does he say about me?” (Y/n’s) voice quivered. He knew he was falling into Monoma’s trap, that he was just trying to provoke him, that he was looking for any kind of reaction, but his curiosity got the best of him. It really did, because Monoma’s words stabbed spears into (Y/n’s) heart, word by word.

“Blasty thinks it’s fucking disgusting how you like him, like, as another dude. Like honestly, he thinks you take him for an idiot for thinking he actually didn’t know! And the fact you sleep so close to him know full well you want to get in his pants?! He thinks you’re a pervert! A lazy shit! A fag! Ahahaha!”

Monoma loud cackles were cut short when he suddenly slumped over. He sunk to the ground, revealing Kendo, holding one big hand up and the other to her waist. She most likely knocked Monoma out once she heard his condescending retorts from the cafeteria.

Kendo sighed, bending down the haul Monoma’s arm over her shoulder. Her heavy glare softened once she caught sight of (Y/n’s) buggy eyed face starting at the ground where Monoma was.

“Sorry...he didn’t say anything too harsh, right?” Kendo’s words were gentle, but they sounded practically inaudible to (Y/n’s) traumatized ears.

He wordlessly staggered past her, heading back into the cafeteria to grab his lunch and sit elsewhere. He supposed he wouldn’t bother Bakugou anymore. Since he’s so damn ‘persistent’, he figured he’d stop bothering him for the rest of the day.

He wished he wasn’t so curious about what Bakugou thought of him. Like people say, ignorance is bliss. He could’ve gone his whole high school career without knowing Bakugou hated his every being. How was he going to face him in class knowing every pointer glare, every scoff, every insult was genuine?

(Y/n) felt his throat tighten. For the first time in years, (L/n) (Y/n) was fully awake.

——

It was the first time in many months that (Y/n) didn’t sit in the seat next to Bakugou, napping in his presence. He’d done it every day no fail, that is until this week. Actually, this is the 6th consecutive day he didn’t take a nap at all.

(Y/n) sat placid in his assigned seat, eyes wide and trying to keep awake. He couldn’t sleep without thinking of Bakugou, and every time he did it was always him scoffing and turning his back on him.

Every few seconds, (Y/n) would jolt harshly in his seat, rocking back and forth like a drug addict in withdrawal. He stared at his desk with eyes that could kill someone, and he dug his hands into his forearms to keep himself somewhat awake.

He didn’t hear Kirishima calling his name until he snapped his fingers infront of his face. The snap rang like a gunshot, surprising (Y/n) from his trance so badly he jolted back like he got electrocuted. Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

“You...ok man...?”

(Y/n’s) dry eyes landed fixed onto Kirishima. He relaxed, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. “M’fine...”

His voice cracked like it hadn’t been used for days. (Y/n) let his eyes drift back forward, hunching back over and huddling his body like he was trying to squeeze himself to death. When Kirishima gave him a skeptical glare and crossed his arms, (Y/n) let out a small “m’ just tired, that’s all...” and gave the most pathetic smile known to man.

“If you’re so tired,” Mina, rested her arms on the back of (Y/n’s) chair. “Why don’t you sleep on Bakugou like you do every morn-“

“NO! I-I can’t do that!” (Y/n) whipped his head back, gripping the back of his chair so hard his hand turned white. Mina and Kirishima flinched, noticeably caught off guard with his sudden outburst. “I...can’t...I can’t do that...”

(Y/n) suddenly looked very awake, contrasting the way he looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open the whole time they were in class.

(Y/n’s) breath steadied as he shut his mouth awkwardly. “M’sorry...for yelling...didn’t mean to...”

(Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes. The rush of adrenaline was already wearing off. Mina set her dainty pink hand on (Y/n’s) hunched form. “Why not...?”

“I just can’t.”

(Y/n) said nothing more. He went back to his occasional jolts awake and scrubbing his heavy eyes every 2 minutes. Kirishima sighed, shaking his head towards Bakugou, before shrugging his shoulders then forming an ‘X’ with his hands.

Bakugou clicked his tongue angrily, turning and facing back forward in his seat.

——

(Y/n) was practically seeing stars by the end of hero’s class.

It was a relatively simple assignment, 1 on 1 sparring, but it caused a lot of quirk use.

He fought both his tired eyes and Midoryia, but ultimately failing due to his harsh quirk drawbacks. Midoryia barely had to break a sweat to have (Y/n) come toppling down.

(Y/n) was ushered back into the horde of students murmuring “don’t mind” and “you did great!”, but he just slithered past and stood a few feet away from them, all the way in the back of the field.

All might was explaining something (Y/n) couldn’t quite hear. Not only because he was standing so far away, but because his hearing had been considerably wonky, not to mention the hissing, ringing sound irritating his eardrums.

“Oi.”

And even if the ringing had stopped and he could hear, his brain was too tuckered out to remember anything past five seconds ago.

“Oi!”

Gosh, speaking of his brain-

“OI! SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! YOU GONNA KEEP IGNORING ME OR YOU GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDIN’ ME?!”

Bakugou set off a small explosion. The blast wasn’t nearly as loud or powerful as in combat, but to a tired mans ears, it sounded like nukes. The ringing in (Y/n’s) ears spiked, and he cupped his ears tightly.

“B-Bakugou, nows not-“

“OH, YOU TRYNA TUNE ME OUT BY COVERIN’ YOUR EARS NOW?!” Another explosion. Bakugou’s gauntlets had been out for repairs since his last hero training, so (Y/n) could clearly see the glowing red and yellow spark from his fist. The ringing spiked again. His vision burned with sparks.

(Y/n) winced, saying nothing, and brought his hands to rub at his eyes. Bakugou eyebrow twitched.

“STOP IGNORING ME!”

Bakugou brought his hand out, his gloved hand starting to glow red with his next explosion. (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore.

He stumbled forward, and grabbed Bakugou’s wrist. He shoved it out of the way, but his hand still ignited and set off a blast that propelled them straight to the ground.

“G-get off-a me!” Bakugou tried pushing (Y/n) off with his free hand.

(Y/n) pinned Bakugou’s glowing right hand by the wrist, using his other to hold down his other shoulder. (Y/n) would’ve never done something as ballsy and stupid as this, but he was too tired, too done, too much in pain to care.

“What are you actually trying to say!? All that stupid extra yelling and petty insults, they get you fucking nowhere! Spit it out! Or does trying to intimidate every single fucking person you meet just self-satisfaction?!”

Bakugou growled. He grabbed at (Y/n’s) shoulders, pushing off of him and pinning (Y/n) to the ground in his place.

“Then what about you, huh?!” Bakugou was angrily spitting at (Y/n’s) face. “Why the fuck did you stop getting enough sleep for your quirk?! Are you just that dumb that you stay up at night?!”

“I don’t wanna hear it from a stupid fucker like you, who can’t even take care of himself!”

(Y/n) hissed. He freed his dominant hand from Bakugou’s vice grip and pushed at Bakugou’s face, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “All you ever do is shit talk! Shut up! No one thinks it’s fucking cool!”

“What the hell are you even talking about?!”

The two wrestled on the ground, angrily grabbing and tugging at each other, and rolling around on the floor. There were shouts of “get Aizawa-no, get midnight-sensei!” and “All might, stop them!”, but the two were so caught up in their fight they couldn’t hear anything.

“Can’t you ever learn to mind your fucking Business?!”

“What the fuck does that even have to do with this!”

(Y/n) flipped Bakugou over one more time. He pushed him down by the forehead, pushing his head down into the ground while Bakugou flailed and kicked from underneath him.

“SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU EVEN FUCKIN’ CARE, BAKUGOU?! WHY DO...w-why do...wh...”

A sweet, sweet smell flooded (Y/n’s) senses. It smelt relaxing, tantalizing, it smelled like sleep. It smelled like sleep. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep so bad. Maybe he could just...

(Y/n) slowly sank from his spot on top of Bakugou, flopping on top of his body and going completely slack. Bakugou’s eyes widened, and he covered his nose.

Midnight strutted from above the two, waving away a few stray wisps of her mist. Bakugou hacked out a new breath, while (Y/n) laid on top of him, peacefully asleep for the first time in days.

“Well, it seems like you two already know without me saying it.” Midnight motioned over to two small robots carrying a stretcher. “I’ll just take him to recovery girl and he should wake up in-“

Bakugou pursed his lips and wrapped his arms around (Y/n’s) sleeping figure when Midnight extended her arm towards them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n).

“I’ll do it. S-since this piece of shit attacked me first and...I’ll just do it-!”

Midnight eyed him knowingly, before waving him off and mumbling something about ‘youth’.

——

(Y/n’s) eyes fluttered open. His body felt like it was broken in every way possible. It was so sore, it hurt even thinking about moving. (Y/n) laid there, with his eyes half open, contemplating whether or not he should close them again.

Would he be able to sleep, though? Even if he’d started sleeping near Bakugou as a ‘don’t-wake-me-up’ measure, it slowly stopped being just that and more a matter of he felt safe and comfortable around him. In a way, he’s become a bit dependent on him, which is probably a bad thing, but he didn’t care.

Sleeping with Bakugou felt best. But that wasn’t an option, now was it?

(Y/n) pursed his lips, an involuntary groan rumbling from his tired vocal cords. He continued staring at the blinding nurse office lights, staring until he saw spots in his vision.

“Stop doing that-do you wanna go fuckin’ blind?”

(Y/n) flinched. He hated the way that familiar, aggravated voice still stirred butterflies into his stomach. He glanced to his side, as if to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.

He met eyes with Bakugou.

“Bout’ time you fuckin’ woke up. Been waitin’ forever, shit-for-brains.”

(Y/n) averted his eyes back up to the blinding floodlights. Bakugou scowled. “Oi! Don’t ignore m-“

“How long were you here for?”

Bakugou went silent. It was his turn to avert his eyes, albeit more angrily.

“...I was here since you fuckin’ fainted in class, idiot. I even carried your stupid body here from the dumbass carrier bots.”

(Y/n’s) eyes softened, unlike Bakugou’s, who glared at the floor just beside the chair he was sitting in. (Y/n) checked the big black clock mounted on top of Recovery Girl’s desk.

It was 6:00 pm.

If Bakugou was telling the truth, he’d been sitting there waiting for him to wake up for 4 hours straight.

“Bakugou-its been hours since class ended-you should be at the dorms by now-! Why did you-“

“Well if you told me why you suddenly started avoiding me we wouldn’t be here right now!”

(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. Bakugou scoffed. “Well?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth, but it clamped shut when Monoma’s words echoed in his mind. Bakugou looked at him with an expectant face.

“I can’t tell you.”

“WH-“ Bakugou sputtered angrily. “COURSE YOU CAN! THE FUCKS STOPPING YOU!”

“Nothing I-I just can’t!”

“WHY!? WHY NOT?!”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

“OK AND?! I LOVE YOU TOO!”

“THEN WHATS THE PROBLEM HERE!” (Y/n) shouted, before he cupped his mouth in realization. Bakugou’s eyes went wide aswell. “Wait I didn’t mean that-“

“YEAH! WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM HERE?!” Bakugou recovered from his initial shock, already back to yelling. (Y/n) furrowed his brows with a blush.

“Wh..wait so-“

“I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME, SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP SLEEPING ON ME?!”

“Wait but...” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t you, y’know...not like it...when I do that-?”

“DUMBASS! WHERE’D YOU GET THAT FROM?!” It seemed like Bakugou got angrier and angrier each passing second. It was hard to tell what (Y/n) found so attractive about him.

“From...from Monoma...?”

Bakugou looked angrier than ever. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “YOU-I CAN’T BELIEVE-! I-! FUCK IT!”

Bakugou snarled and practically shoved his face onto (Y/n’s), angrily stealing his breath away with a kiss. The kiss, surprisingly, was soft and gentle, despite Bakugou’s previous intensity. It seemed to calm Bakugou down, and cheer (Y/n) up.

The two slowly parted for air. It was quiet for a second, something that rarely happened near Bakugou.

“I thought you hated me...”

“W-why the fuck would I hate you...dumbass.” Bakugou rested his forehead on (Y/n’s) shoulder. His spiky tufts of blond hair tickling (Y/n’s) face.

“Because Monoma said so...?”

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Bakugou snarled, climbing into the cot (Y/n) was in. He pushed (Y/n) back down into the pillow, pulling up the white blanket and laying down next to him. He guided (Y/n’s) head-a tad bit forcefully-to his chest. “...after we sleep.”

Bakugou shut his eyes, half irritated and half embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled tiredly. He nuzzled his head into Bakugou’s chest.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.”

——

Extra:

Monoma walked into class 1-B the next morning. He yawned, still a bit tired, when he ran straight into someone.

“Hey, copycat fucker.”

Monoma looked up. The class was empty, with no one but Bakugou standing infront of him.

Fuck.

Needless to say, Bakugou got another 3 days of house arrest.

——————

Bru this was so long ong

[ackerfiction]

Hey, I saw that you're open for requests! How are you, first of all?

May I request an angsty scenario with cheater Levi x reader? Sad or happy ending, you choose, I just want to cry 👀

Sorry I took a hot minute to answer! My pet was poorly so I was caring for him, but it's all good now!

Y/N had been suspecting it for weeks. The late nights, the way he just dropped into bed with no interest, things had been a little strained and now she was sure of the cause. He was cheating. She was sure of it. She'd been talking to Ymir about it, about the many signs. It was Ymir who suggested it, Ymir who pointed out the obvious. How could she have been so blind?

So here she was, waiting. It was late, later than usual tonight. Any minute now, Levi would walk through the door and into the bedroom, undress and leave his clothes folded neatly and placed into the laundry basket, then he'd go straight to bed. It wasn't just a phase, it was a routine. One that was leaving Y/N feeling very disconnected from him, very alone and very confused. "Oh, so you're home?" She watched as he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, she knew she sounded hostile, but he seemed not to notice, "Where have you been?" "Working." Levi sighed, unbuttoning his shirt, "I know it's late." "Indeed it is." She watched as he changed from his uniform and into his pajamas, flannel pants and a plain shirt. "Am I missing something here?" He finally turned to face her, the bags under his eyes caused by his infidelity, his late nights with someone else. "Am I?" Y/N asked, holding his gaze. "Y/N, what is this about?" Levi's jaw muscles tensed, he was too tired for this right now, he was already spread thin enough. "Who is she?" "What?" "The other woman you've been seeing Levi." Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, her voice threatening to break, "Who is it that you're spending all your nights with, why don't I get to see you anymore? Why is it that I'm not enough, huh? All I do is try for you, I fight non-stop to keep it together, I work so damn hard. So who is it?" Levi remained silent, astounded, Y/N carried on, unable to stop as the tears began to spill, "Why is it that I would give my life for you, but you can't even give me a few hours a day? I am so tired of falling asleep alone, seeing you for a brief moment before we have to work, not even seeing you at meals. I can't take it anymore!" She threw up her hands in frustration, Levi sat quietly beside her.

"Look, I am sorry." Y/N thought her heart might break, "I am sorry. I haven't been spending as much time as I should have with you, you are right. But I am not cheating on you Y/N. I wouldn't even consider it if I had the time." He was strangely gentle, "Work has swallowed me whole, I know. I am sorry." Y/N was sobbing now, "I don't believe you." "Look, Y/N, the only person I have been with is Hange. We are developing something top secret, what I tell you needs to stay in this room, with us. We might have a new weapon to take down Reiner and that damn titan of his, okay? You'll see in a week or two, it's almost ready. You know Hange, as soon as she gets a new project nobody can have a life. But I'll talk to her, okay? You are by far the most beautiful, talented and least annoying person I know and I love you. I would never do that to you." Y/N was crying heavily, her pulled her in and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her on the head. "Let's go to bed, okay? I'll talk to hange tomorrow and ask her to let you in on this, you'll see." "You promise?" "It is a promise I am making with no regrets."

[zorosq]

realization ; sabo

↻ fluff, ooc sabo (?), a little bit angsty?, slight suggestive at the end, grammatical mistakes :<

↻ pairing ↬ sabo x gn!reader!

@ceila-francesica-randomnes asked: Could you do Sabo x reader with reader being super oblivious about his advances towards her. Until it finally clicks at the worst moment possible.

a/n i hope this is good bcs i dont rlly know how to write flirting stuff 😭 i hope you dont mind me making this a gender neutral since i dont rlly mention any gender in this p.s this ended up a little bit too fluffy but idm <3

"Hey, Y/n,"

You quickly turned your attention away from your work. "Sabo! Did you just come back?" You asked the blond with a smile. Cute. He thought. "Mhmm... so, are you free tonight?" He asked. That damned smile is really going to be the death of you. "I am, actually! Why? You want to hang out with me?"

"Y-Yeah, we haven't hang out with each other in so long after all," You could see his smile faltered. Before you could say another word, Koala walks in and had already started nagging at Sabo for not answering his transponder snail. "Dragon is calling for you! You should at least listen to what we have to say before deciding not to answer at all! Go and make your report," She scolded. Sabo brings his hands up in defeat before leaving.

You chuckled at the sight and commented, "Tough, huh? Taking care of a man-child?" You joked. She laughed at your joke before sighing for the second time she was here. "Anyway, I need to go now. To make sure he wasn't making any sorts of detour,"

You nodded at her and with that, she left.

.

"Oh, fuck!" You cursed. The knife you had been using to cut the vegetables had accidentally cut your finger, making it bleed. It wasn't a deep cut. You were glad about that. "Y/n? What's wrong?" The blond asked.

"It's nothing, I just cut myself. Nothing you need to worry about," You said. He quickly took your hand and wash it at the sink. "Of course I would be worried," He sighed. When he had finally washed the blood away, he puts a small bandage on it before bringing it up to his lips, kissing it gently. "You really need to be more careful you know," He sighed once again.

"Let me help you," The male said. Sabo had suggested that the two of you should make your own dinner. Thank goodness that the head chef had let you use their kitchen.

You gave him a quick nod before continuing with your cooking. You started chatting about random stuff until he had come up with the topic of love. "So, anyone that caught your eye?" He asked.

Sabo knew. He knew that you actually liked him. You hadn't been too discreet about it anyway. "No one," You answered, hoping that he would just take your answer and move to another topic. "Liar,"

That boiled your blood. "What's up with you?!" You asked, throwing the knife away. "What? I only said that you lied. Obviously, I've seen the way you looked at me," He answered. "So what? So what if I liked you? Was it wrong?! And why do you even have to bring it up?! I know damn well that you love Koala!" You argued.

Before you know it, your body was slammed against the kitchen's wall, knocking the air out of you. Sabo rested his head on your shoulder. His hold on your arms tighten at how you had thought he was in love with Koala. "How can you... say that... haven't I been obvious enough about my feelings?"

Then it finally clicked to you. All these times, he had actually been flirting with you. Sometimes just caring about you a little more than he did before. Like that one time when he stood in front of you protectively when you were confronted with the marine.

"S-Sabo..." Your lips quivered as you spoke. He lets out a chuckle. "You're so stupid you know... always making me worry about you... and you didn't even notice that I love you,"

"What was the point of flirting with you if I was in love with Koala?"

He finally brings his face up so that he was looking at you properly. One of his hand went up to cup your cheek, caressing it gently. You could feel the love that he pour into the touch. "Sorry... that I didn't realize your feelings for me all this time..." You said, avoiding any eye contact with him due to the embarrassment.

"Shh... it's fine. Maybe you could make up to me... in my room?" He suggested with a mischievious glint in his eyes. You felt your face flushed at his suggestion. "Hmm? What are you thinking about, sweetheart? Care to share your thoughts?"

You're definitely not going to get any sleep tonight.

[universalistotalis]

Too Far

Angst!!!

Atsumu Miya x Female Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Loving Atsumu Miya was absolute bliss. You loved every second of his affection, his skin, his warmth, his laugh, and his jokes. That giant bastard may be a crackhead to his friends and family, but with you, his affectionate side just pops out of nowhere. His eyes filled with love when he looks at you. His arms opened so wide to envelope you in an embrace so tight, your feet lift up the floor with ease. His words laced with care and love with a hint of playfulness at the side and they never failed to make your insides scramble everytime.

You shake your head from the daydream that you’ve consistently been having since the start of the relationship.

God, you loved him so much, didn’t you? You gave your whole world to the man of your dreams. You sacrificed time, effort, patience, you name it, just to have one second by his side.

And because of that love, you became an absolute fool.

Who were you kidding, right? THE Great Atsumu Miya will never settle. Who were you to tame that wild beast? How special did you think you were when he had a sea of people under his spell, his command?

Just face it, you’re nothing to him.

And so you did. You left your shared apartment after waiting for him to come home for the nth time. Who knows where he was, who he’s with, what he’s doing. You were done thinking of an imaginary Atsumu who will love you wholeheartedly. That’s just not going to happen.

After many sobs and insecurities flooding in, you were ready to face the world again. Even more ready to face Atsumu. He’s nothing to you now. There were no grudges held in your heart. There were no tears in yours eyes. But more importantly, there was new love formed in your chest and that’s reserved for the most important person in your life. You.

“Damn, y/n!!! What happened to you?!” One of your friends cheered as you met to go to a club on a Friday night. Work was pretty hectic lately and you all agreed to a well- deserved night out.

“No kidding, you’re literally glowing!!!” Another hyped and slapped your ass playfully as you walked through the doors. “Let’s get wasted tonight!!!”

And my god, your whole group did. You all danced to your heart’s content, ordered liquor until your head got rid of all inhibitions, laughed at each other’s faces and jokes… overall, it was a night to remember.

“Y/n?” You heard a voice behind you followed by your right wrist being cased within the hands of another.

You were just on the verge of getting sober so you wonder if the image right in front of your eyes was real or not. He used to stand with his chest puffed out in confidence but now, he looked deflated. Under his eyes were dark circles, proof of him not sleeping well. His usual playful demeanor was gone and the man in front of you now looked so lost, confused… lonely.

“Atsumu?” You squinted, not believing the sight in front of you.

“It really is you.” He slurred and you had a whiff of liquor on his breath. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing great, Miya. Thanks.” You smiled, genuinely.

“Where’s my sweet nickname?” He joked. “You look so damn happy celebratin’ with yer friends tonight, huh? That happy to be rid of me, ain’t ya?” He chuckled darkly.

You were taken aback with what he said. What does he have to do with you having a great party?

“Miya, don’t do this right now. I have to go.” You tried to excuse yourself from his intrusion.

“I hate it. I hate it so goddamn much.” He whispered, closing the distance between you two and caged you on the wall behind. “I’ve been a mess since ya left, sweetheart. Seeing you having the time of your life makes me feel so damn angry. Am I that easy to forget?”

“Atsumu, I—“

“Come back to me.” He puffed. “Come back to me and I promise to treat ya right. I’ll do everythin’ ya want, just please… I love you.” His voice faltered at the end as whimpers of his cries followed. Never in your whole life did you think you’d see him break down because of you. But here he is! AND you never thought of hearing those three words with utmost sincerity from his lips. But again, here he is!

A nostalgic smile lifted from your lips and Atsumu stared at it for a while. The alcohol in his system was enough to make himself go haywire but your smile sent him spiraling. He meant what he said. He missed you to death. He needed you back.

“Come back to me, please.” He repeated and leaned his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry, Miya.” You said as you held his face in your hands. “Thank you for being honest with me. But it’s too late. I’ve moved on from everything and you should too.”

His head violently shook no as more tears spilled from his eyes. He’ll do everything for you except let you go. “I’ll be better. Please, I’ll be better! I’ll try my best to keep ya, baby, that’s how much I love you! I can’t—“

“Then try your best with the next person because it won’t be me, Miya. I hope you understand.” You said while wiping his tears. “That relationship was too toxic for me and I can’t go back.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, voice too slow and too low to even hear but you did. “I’m so sorry.”

“Atsumu! You prick!” Your head whipped to the left at the familiar voice that boomed. Osamu barreled over to where you were but his steps slowed as he saw your figure caged inside Atsumu’s arms.

“Y/n.” He said, as if in a daze.

“Hi Osamu.” You greeted awkwardly since Atsumu’s stare is still hard and focused on your face. The alcohol seemed to have a toll on him and he was beginning to doze off. Either that, or he still did not process what you’ve been saying.

“Stop it, man.” Osamu came behind his twin and caught him by the collar. He turned to you next while carrying a limp Atsumu in his embrace. “I’m sorry for his behavior. He drinks more than he can take. He’s been out of it since… you know… your break up.”

You smiled sadly. “Oh.” Well, what were you supposed to say to that?

“Y/n!!! Come back here!” One of your friends saw you and waved you to the table.

“That’s my cue to go.” You smiled.

“Yeah.” Osamu nodded.

“Osamu, you’re here!” Atsumu woke up from his reverie and comically hugged his brother, surprising the both of you.

“You know what? Y/n was here! I told her I love her but she didn’t believe me! Tell her! Tell her for me! Maybe she’ll believe you! Help me man, I can’t lose her!”

Your chest burned at the sight and at his words. How you longed for him to say those three words in the past. But it’s just too late.

“Stop it, Tsumu.” Osamu whispered, heart aching for his twin. He saw how broken he was these past few months but then it was his fault after all. He shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for this again. Take care, Y/n.”

“Take care too, Osamu.” You smiled. “Take care of him too.”

“I will.” He agreed then proceeded to take Atsumu to their table.

“It hurts, Samu.” Sudden whimpers came out from Atsumu’s mouth after a few steps. “It fucking hurts. I don’t think I can take this.”

“Imagine how she felt, you bastard.” Osamu sighed. “She really was a keeper, wasn’t she?”

Atsumu hummed in agreement. “She was. She still is.”

“Look, she’s gone, Tsumu. You need to move the fuck on and stop tormenting the poor girl! You’ve caused her enough pain.” Atsumu then was dumped harshly on the cushions.

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” The saying rang in Atsumu’s ears, echoing louder and louder as the music in the club intensified throughout the night. It mocked him to the core! He drank himself to oblivion for months now, trying to forget your presence in his life. Visions of you were everywhere! You were in his room tucking him to bed. You were in the kitchen whipping up a random recipe from the internet. You were in his living room, dancing to his playlist even when you heard the songs for the first time. You were in the stands cheering for his every move. You were even on his morning jogs, passing his water bottle to make sure he’s hydrated.

You took care of him in the best way possible and he can’t believe how involved you were with his life. How did he not see that? He didn’t realize that what he bothered himself within the past were temporary things that brought temporary bliss. You were his life, his love. How could he throw something so serious? So permanent?

He watched you from afar, drunk as fuck but visions still sharp as a hawk on your side. You were happily talking to your friends, rewarding them with your gorgeous smile and wonderful laugh. Maybe this was his punishment for ever breaking someone as pure as you.

He may be close to where you were but he can never be too close to be yours again.

Okay wait HAHAHA I love Atsumu but I wanted to write an angsty post about him so here it is! This was inspired by the song “Bedroom” by JJ Lin and Anne- Marie. I just love that song so much, I have it on repeat rn.

ALSO YOU'RE SO WORTH IT AND YOU DESERVE THE BEST! Just reminding y'all in case you forgot. <3 hope you liked this one! <3

[xcrystalzero]

all the things i believed

pairing: xiao x reader

summary: you've only seen the boy who lives in the apartment one over from yours a few times, but you knew the look of someone who wanted to seem intimidating when you saw one. so, why was his music taste so adorable?

alternatively, xiao thinks that the apartment walls are a lot thicker than they actually are and accidentally exposes the fact that he's not nearly as angsty as he wants everyone to believe.

note: soft xiao makes me way too happy. also, here is xiao's playlist! i recommend listening while you read :) if you guys like it, i'll make playlists for my fics more often!

"I'll miss you!" Your roommate had her arms wound tightly around your torso and it didn't seem like she planned on letting go any time soon. She was also squeezing just a tad too hard and it was starting to hurt.

Gingerly, you patted her on the shoulder, subtly attempting to pry her off of you with your other hand. "I'll miss you too... But remember, it's only two weeks and then you're back!"

That only served to make her pout even more as she finally pulled away "Two weeks is so long though! How am I going to survive without you and your brownies?"

"Hah, so you're really only worried about not having brownies huh?"

"You know that's not what I meant!" she whined, causing you to giggle slightly. Honestly though, there was no way anyone watching could possibly think that she would only be gone for two weeks. Your roommate had decided that she needed three full suitcases and the world's largest carry-on purse for her little trip, and you were honestly a little worried about it.

"Ahem..." Your bonding moment was promptly interrupted by a soft but very present voice directly behind you. Whirling around, you came face to face with a vaguely familiar figure.

It was the golden eyes that caught your attention first. Even in the strange fluorescent light of the hallway, they almost seemed to have a light of their own, a hypnotizing sort of gleam that you couldn't bring yourself to look away from. Of course, the rest of him was no less than stunning either. Dressed head to toe in black with his angular features and lean build, he was striking.

His eyes widened slightly as you turned towards him though they settled fairly quickly back into what you could only assume was his trademark glare.

"Just... trying to get through." His voice was gruff, but much softer than you had anticipated. Perhaps even gentle?

Oh yeah, that was how you knew him! Your schedules must have been somewhat similar since you were sure you passed him at least a few times a week. You had never talked but you were pretty sure you had seen him going into the unit one over from yours quite a few times.

So this was your neighbor huh? He was cute, if a little intimidating.

"Oh sorry!" your roommate chimed in. "We were just leaving, we'll get out of your way!" She began to scoot her bags to the side and you quickly joined in, wheeling one of the suitcases to the side, though you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off of the guy. Every time you looked away, it was as though your gaze was drawn back towards him by some unnatural force.

It helped that he seemed just as awkward with the whole thing as you did, alternating glancing between the you and your roommate, the floor, and his phone. As soon as there was enough space for him to squeeze by, he did, mumbling a quick thanks as he made his way down the hall, unlocking his door and disappearing into his apartment in what felt like a second.

After a moment of silence, your roommate piped up again. "He's cute!"

"He can probably still hear you!" you whacked her across the shoulder, causing her to pout in your direction again, though the teasing look never left her eyes.

"He's kind of your type too isn't he?" she all-but waggled her eyebrows in your direction to which you rolled your eyes.

"Aren't you already late for your flight"

"Oh shit!"

~~~

The apartment felt so strange when you were alone. Usually around this time of night, your roommate would have come banging on your door to join her for her late night rom-com marathon or to help her chose an outfit or the party she was going to. Tonight however, everything was quiet.

With a sigh, you slumped over onto your bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone in hopes of finding some sort of entertainment.

That was when you heard it. The soft sound of an instrumental through the wall, slowly building in volume as you assumed whoever lived in that room turned up the volume.

"40 days and 40 nights... I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life..."

Aww cute, love songs! Had you been busy or doing literally anything else, you might have been annoyed, or at least a little worried about exactly how loud they had to be playing their music for you to be able to hear it. As things stood though, it was a welcome distraction.

"You were out of my league, all the things I believed, you were just the right kind yeah you were more than just a dream..."

Oh yeah, you knew this song too! There was a sort of second timbre to the sound and you wondered if the person playing the music was singing along as well.

Wait, who was playing that music. Judging by the sound, it was likely the unit one to your left where their wall joined with yours. The unit one to your left...

Multi-colored hair and golden eyes... The cute guy? Pulling yourself immediately up into a sitting position, you pressed yourself to the wall before immediately realizing how crazy you were acting.

He was just playing music, that wasn't anything weird.

"Romeo take me, somewhere we can be alone..."

Taylor Swift. He was playing Taylor Swift. At that, you started laughing. Wow, appearances really could be deceiving huh? You sighed as you leaned with your back against the wall, letting the vibrations from the music soak into your very being.

You were sure that you'd heard music coming from that unit before but he wasn't usually loud at all. Maybe something was different today? Maybe you'd ask him when you next saw him. And maybe, he'd actually want to talk to you when you did.

Or maybe not.

So for now, you let your head rest against the wall, letting the music and soft singing lull you into relaxation.

~~~

That was it, you despised public transportation. All you wanted was to get out of your apartment for one day and take your work to a nearby cafe. So of course, when you ran outside to catch the bus that came once every hour, the bus driver looked you straight in the eye as he closed the door right in front of you and drove off. And then for good measure, it started raining.

You sighed, burying your face in the backpack on your lap. If the bus app was right, which it rarely was, there was another bus you could take arriving in the next few minutes, so maybe this wouldn't be as awful as you thought.

The sound of footsteps entering the little bus stop booth got your mind off of your moping as you raised your head just enough to peer over at who it was that had just joined you.

Oh. Standing there, hood pulled up over his multi-toned hair and seemingly permanent scowl fixed on his lips, was your hot neighbor. Your hot neighbor with very interesting music taste if last night told you anything.

Since nothing could go right for you, the moment that you looked at him, he looked at you, meaning the two of you got to share a few agonizing seconds of awkward eye contact before he pointedly turned away with a soft "tsk". That being said, you were sure that you weren't imagining the slight tinge of shock you had seen in his gaze for a moment.

"You've got good timing, there's one coming in like 5 minutes." You had no idea how you had managed to get the words out without stuttering or blushing the moment he turned back to look at you.

"That's good..." Yup, that was an expected response, and yet, you really just wanted him to keep talking. So this was the end of your story with the gorgeous emo boy next door. Relegated to exchanging conversation about public transportation and nothing more. It was really the wasted potential here that was killing you. So many cute interactions that would just never happen. Ah if only the bus would come so that you wouldn't have to wallow in your despair any longer.

"I... thought you were leaving yesterday?"

Oh? You whirled around way too quickly to face the man, causing his eyes to widen as he shifted away instinctually.

"Oh, I was just helping my roommate move all of her stuff," you managed to get out, summoning what you hoped was a non-nervous smile to your lips.

"Those were all her bags?" he seemed horrified, enough so that you couldn't hold back your laughter.

"I said the same thing! She's kind of insane sometimes but I love her..." Well, it was no or never. "I'm [name] by the way!" You smiled and extended a hand out towards the boy.

He regarded you for a moment with a look you couldn't put into words. After what felt like an eternity however, he gently took your hand in his own, holding it for barely a moment before pulling back again. "Xiao."

Xiao. There was a strange sense of relief that came with this new knowledge. Know that you knew his name, was it couth to ask him what his favorite Taylor Swift song was? Probably not. But there was a chance that you might literally never be able to talk to him again... Meh, it was as you were thinking before right? Now or never.

"Hi Xiao. I liked your playlist last night by the way." The words came out more effortlessly than you had thought they would, carefree and teasing.

You were a little bit surprised though when you glanced back over at Xiao, only to find him eyes blown wide as a deep red spread quickly across his cheeks. "Y-You!"

"Honestly a pretty good curation! If a little unexpected..." You had no idea what it was about this guy but he really brought the snarky, teasing part of you out. Maybe it was the fact that while he usually looked cold and intimidating, blushing, embarrassed Xiao was strangely adorable.

"I thought you left!" Xiao blurted out. "I mean... There were so many bags... And your roommate said that you guys were leaving..."

You stared blankly at him for a moment before immediately dissolving into peals of laughter. Xiao had the gall to pretend to be offended for a moment before he looked away with a soft huff. "What..."

"You know, I kind of thought you were scary at first," you managed between giggles. "I guess not though!"

"Ugh, you're insufferable." Xiao rolled his eyes though you were sure that you saw the slightest hint of a smile as he did. "Why were you listening through the walls anyway?"

"Xiao, it was literally so loud."

"It wasn't that bad!"

"And I think I heard some singing too! Say, you in a band? Do you guys usually just write love songs?"

"I was not singing!"

There was a strange warmth in your chest as the two of you went back and forth. So things could go right for you after all?

~~~

Sadly, you and Xiao hadn't been going the same way, so when his bus came - before yours you might add - the two of you had parted ways. The sun had been going down when you made your way back home, satisfied with a productive day, though the memory of your conversation with Xiao was still taking up a lot more headspace than you would have liked.

So this is what it was like to simp for a guy? You weren't sure you liked it.

Setting down the takeout you had picked up on the counter, you crashed onto your living room couch with a low groan. Sleep would be nice right about now, but also, you had to eat and shower and clean...

"I wonder what Xiao's doing?" The thought appeared in your head suddenly and you almost smacked yourself right then and there. Why were you always thinking about him? You'd literally spoken to the guy once, and it wasn't anything special! Just some teasing and his little retorts... And his cute blush... And his little smile... And the way he pretended to be annoyed when he was clearly enjoying it... Wow, this was worse than you thought.

"CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART?"

You yelped, jumping up in your seat at the sudden noise, coming once again from the wall separating you and Xiao's units. You paused for a moment but before you could stop yourself, you were back up on your feet, making your way over and banging against the wall.

"You're not fooling anyone Xiao!" you yelled, not sure if he could even hear you. Apparently he could since the music stopped as quickly as it had started. There was a moment of silence as you pressed your ear to the wall, waiting for his next move. What you did not expect was to hear sound in the other direction. A knock on your door.

Confused, you made your way over, unlocking the door and pulling it open to reveal, Xiao? He was still wearing his giant black hoodie, though the glare was missing.

"Did you run out of sugar or something? Or fake angsty songs to play?" you questioned with a grin.

As expected, he let out a soft huff, turning his head away in fake exasperation. "You're a menace."

"So what I'm hearing is that you want me to send in a noise complaint!"

"You idiot... I'm just here to-" For whatever reason, he was blushing again.

"Here to?" you prompted, wondering if you should invite him in or offer him water or something. He was tugging at the collar of his hoodie too...

"J-Just here to say that if you're going to sit there listening through the walls, you might as well just come over..."

Did you hear that right? You stared at him for a moment longer, blinking slowly. This was probably a dream right? You were so tired when you got home that you fell asleep and now you were dreaming.

"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to..." Or maybe not.

"You know, normal people just invite people over without pretending to be edgy right?"

"Shut it, are you coming or not?"

"Yeah yeah I'm coming. Oh yeah, I got takeout, I'll bring it. It's from that new place down the street, Wangshu Inn. Have you ever had Almond Tofu before?"

"... you're unbelievable."

note: i want a hot neighbor like xiao... i did have a hot neighbor who i did hit on, but then i found out that he had a girlfriend so i stopped... but xiao would be better.

[forever-rogue]

OH I HAVE AN IDEA like an angsty fic where bucky and reader have a miscommunication and it causes a fight between them and they are both like ???? “we’ve never yelled at each other ??? what is this” AND IDK I JUST WANT ANGST

So, head empty, very little thoughts, but I hope this works and you like it 🥺

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You sang along to the music that was playing softly in the background as you showered and got ready for your day. You’d had a late start, easily giving into Bucky and staying in bed for just five more minutes, which had really turned out to be almost another hour. The good thing about being the boss was that you could afford to be late every once in a while. Bucky was in the kitchen, whipping up a quick breakfast before he too needed to leave and go about his day.

“Sugar,” he called out to you as you washed your hair. You could faintly make out his voice as you carried on, but figured you’d be able to make out what he was saying well enough, “I’ve got everything made and prepared just how you like it!”

You thought nothing of it for a moment and continued to wash your hair; but about halfway through the motions, you stopped in surprise. What had he actually said?

“Bucky? Bub, what did you say?” you quickly rinsed out our hair before pulling back the shower curtain as you tried to listen in. Had he really said he was mad?

“It’s all done! I’m done,” he called back as he covered your plate for you to find once you got out of the shower. He grabbed his travel mug of coffee and headed towards the door, giving Alpine a quick pet before leaving, “bye honey. Running late and gotta go - I’m leaving!”

“Bucky!” you almost slipped and fell as you tore back the shower curtain and almost jumped out of the shower. It was still running as you haphazardly grabbed a towel and darted down the hall and into the kitchen. But he was already gone; the only thing that was left behind was the faint smell of his cologne. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you trudged back down the hall to finish your shower. You were already running late and whatever this was - whatever had just happened - would need to wait until later.

Had Bucky really just broken up with you in the midst of a shower? It sure seemed like it right now.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you sat down and stared at your computer screen. You’d had the same spreadsheets and charts pulled up for the last two hours and made almost no progress. You swore that almost every single interaction you’d had with Bucky over the last week was playing on loop in your mind. You were desperately trying to figure out where you’d gone wrong, what had caused him to snap.

In an effort to alleviate your own fears, you’d texted Bucky to get a response from him and see what was going on. But you hadn’t heard back from him. You’d sent three messages before deciding not to bombard him. But still...if he was just up and leaving you after almost three years together, he owed you at least a small explanation.

You opened google and quickly pulled up an apartment search, already resigned yourself to the idea that you’d need to find a new place fast. Being around for too long would be too hard and you didn’t want to subject to more torture than necessary. And Alpine! You’d need to decide what to do with your beloved cat - Alpine loved you equally, how were you to choose who would get the fluffy little thing? And all the friends in common you shared...who would they side with?

“Fuck,” you groaned at nothing in particular and decided to focus on your work. At least that would keep you distracted and your brain focused on something other than Bucky. You would figure out everything else tonight. It would all be fine. This was no big deal; maybe your world was falling apart...but you would handle it. You always did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you finally allowed yourself to go home that evening, you were shocked to find the lights on and Bucky in the kitchen. He was on the phone with someone, his new girlfriend or someone like that you immediately presumed, moving about the kitchen as he finished dinner. You choked up as you watched the domestic scene that was so normal to you by now. But this time, it felt so wrong.

You stormed in and for whatever reason, you decided that grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Bucky was a good idea. You picked the soft thing up in your arms and hurled at him, who suddenly realized you were home and yelped in surprise as he dodged the offending object. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he pointed to the earbuds in ears as he turned back to the stove.

You were seeing red by now as you stormed in the kitchen and ripped his earbuds out. He was so stunned by your sudden actions, he jumped back and offered up a shocked look.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” you shouted at him as you threw the buds on the floor, half tempted to stomp them, “how fucking dare you!”

“Sugar, what on earth are you talking about?” he grabbed his phone off the counter and ended the call without hesitation. Your chest heaved as you waited for some sort of explanation, “what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright! How on earth could I be alright?” you threw your hands up in exasperation as you tried to unsuccessfully hold back your tears. He was so calm and nonchalant about everything it was almost more frustrating than anything else.

“Okay...something is going on. Care to enlighten me?” he tried to reach up and wipe your tears away but you flinched out of his touch, “sugar?”

“Y-you! It’s you!” you cried softly as he motioned for you to explain just what it was about him that was the problem.

“What about me…?”

“You just break up with me this morning and tell me you’re leaving me and then you just come back like nothing has happened?” as soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky’s mouth dropped open. It was news to him that he’d broken up with you, “and you didn’t answer my texts all day! I deserve some sort of explanation!”

“I didn’t...I didn’t break up with you, Sugar,” he stated simply as you tilted to your head in confusion, trying to decide if he was pulling your leg or being honest, “why would I leave you? That makes no sense. I love you - I’m in love with you!”

“This morning,” you whispered softly, “you said you were done and you were leaving. When I was in the shower.”

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly you were talking about. But then it hit him and he struggled not to burst out laughing. He gnawed on his lip as he fervently shook his head, “my sweet girl, you...well you heard me correctly, but incorrectly at the same time.”

“What? I-I swear…”

“What I said was breakfast was done and that I was leaving for work because I was running late too,” he explained as you tried to replay all that you had heard. Maybe...maybe you hadn’t heard him correctly at all - and in turn jumped to the worst possible conclusion, “I had to run...I’m sorry I didn’t come into the bathroom and say goodbye. Maybe that would have solved this whole thing.”

“You’re not..leaving me?” you asked as he just shook his head and took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, “you still love me?”

“I find it both hilarious and concerning that you so easily thought I would just leave,” he kissed the top of your head as you held onto him as tightly as possible, “of course I’m not leaving. You never have to worry about that, sugar. I love you so much, silly girl. You sweet, silly girl.”

“I’m an absolute idiot,” you mumbled as you buried your face in his shoulder. You couldn’t believe that you jumped from A to Z so quickly and without a moment of hesitation, “I’m sorry, Bub. I feel like I wouldn’t blame you if you did want to leave me now.”

“Never,” he promised softly, “even if you do have moments of being ridiculous. Just like I do.”

“If I ever do something so dumb again,” you huffed as you pulled back and looked at those ocean eyes, “just smack some sense into me. But I...you didn’t answer my texts.”

“Texts?” he seemed genuinely confused as he reached for his phone and correctly scrolled through his messages. You could see that there were none from you, “what are you…I was in bad reception today. Blame Sam, that I was just on the phone with, for that one. They probably never came through. I’m sorry, honey. If they’d come in, maybe we could have avoided this whole situation, huh?"

“Some bad luck on top of it,” you hid your face behind your hands and sighed heavily, “James. I..I’m so sorry for everything. I just downright acted like a fool today. I don’t even know where to begin to apologize. I love you, Bub. I hope you can forgive me, but if not...I would-”

“Hey,” he put his hand under chin and turned your face up to meet his own. His smile was lilting and gentle and his eyes soft, “I love you. It’s alright done and forgotten. Are you hungry? Dinner’s just about finished.”

“I love you more than anything,” you whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I just...my emotions were so all over the place today. Like out of control, A to Z. I don’t know what happened.”

“Shit happens,” he dismissed it with a slight scoff as he reached for some dishes, “I’m yours, sugar. Always.”

“Me too,” you agreed as you leaned against the counter, watching him with nothing but adoration. It was then that another realization - and possibly an explanation - hit you. It felt like a punch in the gut, “shit.”

“What?” Bucky asked as he started to plate dinner, “everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled nervously, “just remembered something I forgot to do today.”

“As long as you’re alright…”

“I am,” you promised. You could worry about this later, “hey - I love you so much, Bucky. You know that right?”

“I love you too. Always.”

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Half A Man

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: He’s so sure that he’s undeserving of your love that he’s willing to push you away to prove his own point.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language, (more angst than fluff)

Word Count: 2K

A/n: Inspired by Half a Man by Dean Lewis. Something Angsty cause that’s what I’ve been feeling like writing lately lol sorry

~*~

The city, much like him, never sleeps. 

It’s one of those things he both loves and hates about living in the tower. 

The sounds of the city keep him up on dark nights, but they comfort him on the restless nights, providing a warm embrace and letting him know that he isn’t the only one awake, the only one alive. 

Tonight it’s different though. The city lights and the bustling sounds of traffic isn’t bringing him the comfort he wants, he so craves. 

Neither is the bourbon he’s been drinking like water, but it’s the concept that matters. 

An empty bottle is strewn at his feet, a second one, only a third full, is standing next to it, and a glass of the amber liquid is held tightly in his metal hand, his flesh one shaking far too much to hold anything. 

He’s not sure what he did to deserve you, but he knows that he very well destroyed whatever was blossoming. 

The beautiful flower of something -not quite love, not yet- was crushed in his fist and dropped at your feet, and he’s not sure if he’ll forgive himself or allow you to forgive him. 

The events of the night play on repeat, from the moment he woke up screaming, thrashing in the bed that’s become both of yours, to now.

Another nightmare. That’s all it was. Another fucking nightmare and somehow it ended up like this, tears slowly falling down his cheeks while you’re somewhere, only god -and FRIDAY- know where.

“It’s okay, James. I’m here. It’s okay.” 

He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut as the painful dream flashes in his mind. 

“I promise, whatever you saw wasn’t real. It wasn’t. It was just a dream.” He shakes his head again and angrily climbs out of bed, heading towards the bathroom and leaving you concerned and confused on the bed. 

“James?” 

You follow after him hesitantly, watching from the doorway as he splashes his face with cool water. 

He stops, tap turned off and hands braced on the countertop. 

“It wasn’t just a dream,” he whispers hoarsely, shaking his head and taking deep breaths.

“It happened, it was real. It wasn’t a fucking dream.” You sigh, stepping into the bathroom and gently laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Talk to me,” you murmur, trying your hardest to comfort him. 

He sighs heavily and pushes past you again, and you can’t help but get angry. 

“James, how do you expect to overcome these things if you won’t even talk about them? I’m here for you, okay?” He turns to you with his arms throw up in exasperation. 

“What do you want from me? Huh? Y-you want me to open up and talk about my feelings so that you can play shrink? Cause I’m another charity case to you? Another fucking broken man for you to fix? I’m not your goddamn project, (Y/n).” 

Your heart hurts at the words coming from his mouth. 

“I love you, James! Is that not enough? I’m not ‘playing shrink’ and you’re not a fucking charity case to me. You’re the man I love. All I want is for you to be happy and healthy and know that you don’t have to go through this by yourself. I’m here for you, for as long as you want me here.” 

He says nothing, only crosses his arms over his chest and presses his lips together in a thin white line. 

You take a slow step forward, trying your hardest to seem as non-threatening as possible. 

“I love you, James. And I just want the best for you.” He swallows hard and exhales deeply through his nose. 

“I can’t say it back,” he murmurs, so softly you hardly catch it. 

“Can’t say what?” He closes his eye tightly, hating himself for what he’s about to say. 

“I can’t... say that I love you, (Y/n). I can’t.” Your chest aches, it fucking burns, and you take a moment before saying anything. 

“Why not? A-are you afraid?” He only looks at the floor, his eyes watering. 

“How am I supposed to love you when I don’t love who I am?”

You shake your head at him, tears filling your eyes. 

“I’ve been running from myself... from my demons... and they’re catching up to me. I can’t love you, (Y/n), not now.”

“What does that mean, James? Y-you don’t love me? You were lying all those times when you said you did?” 

“How am I supposed to love you when I don’t even love myself, (Y/n)?” He laughs once, the sound completely lacking humour, “how am I supposed to believe you when you tell me you love me? You don’t even fucking know me, (Y/n)! I don’t even know me! You can’t say that you love me because you don’t even know who the fuck I am.”

“I’m trying to, James! I’m fucking trying to but you won’t let me! All I fucking want is to know you, to love you, but you won’t fucking let me in. You’ve got your walls so bloody high and you’re terrified of tearing them down. I’m not gonna hurt you, James, I just wanna know you.”

He sighs heavily and shakes his head, sitting down on the bed and putting his face in his hands for a moment before looking up at you, defeat on his face. 

“I’m a lost cause, (Y/n). You gotta let go. Don’t… don’t give your heart to me, okay? You deserve better, I can’t give you what you want, what you need.”

You’re about ready to tear your hair out as you look at the man before you, wishing desperately that he could see things from your perspective. 

The best you can do is try and make him see. 

“You don’t get to decide who I love, James. I don’t even decide that. And my heart is yours, whether you like it or not, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You don’t have to love me back, I just… I just wanna know that you’re trying to get better for you, that you’re making steps for yourself. And I’ll keep giving you everything I have to give because you deserve that and so much more.”

He sniffles, his beautiful blue eyes red rimmed with filled with tears. 

“You don’t deserve this, (Y/n). You deserve a whole man, someone whole, someone happy. Not me. Someone who’s ready and willing to give you all they have and more. How can I give you all of me when I’m only half a man?”

You shake your head and walk towards him, only for him to stand up and take a few steps away from you, stopping at the wall and bracing his left arm against it. 

“You don’t get to decide what I deserve, James! I’m my own fucking person and you don’t get to make my choices for me!” 

He slams his fist into the wall, angry eyes trained on you as a cloud of dust puffs out from the new hole in the wall, and you can’t help but jump, one hand coming to your chest in fear. 

“Dammit, (Y/n)! I don’t love you! I can’t! Can’t you see that! You deserve love! True unadulterated love! Not whatever the Hell this is!”

Tears overflow and spill down your cheeks. “If that’s what you really think, then fine. I’ll get out of your hair, then.”

You leave the room without another word, and he stands against the wall, shaking his head and trying to take back the words he yelled but it’s too late. 

The damage is done. 

~*~

He sets the second empty bottle down and pushes himself to his feet, both cursing and thanking his high metabolism. 

He wipes his clammy palm off on his sweatpants and sighs, leaving the balcony and heading back inside, determined to find you and have a real conversation about everything that just happened. 

It takes him longer to find you than he thought it would, but when he does he’s surprised it wasn’t the first place he checked. 

You’re sitting in Tony’s lab, occupying your mind with the latest project he’s dumped at your feet. Your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, the cutest pout on your lips as you focus on the piece of equipment in your hands. 

Your eyes are puffy and red, and soft sniffles leave your nose every few moments. 

In that moment, he realizes that no, he might not love you yet, but he’s well on his way, and that’s what scares him so much.

“I’m afraid of loving you,” he blurts, rushing forward when you gasp, dropping the metal and cursing as it shocks your fingers. 

“Christ, you scared me!” He takes your hand gently in his, pressing a soft kiss to your tingling fingertips. 

“I’m afraid of loving you, of falling so desperately in love with you that you’re what I need to keep living. I don’t want... I never want to put that kind of pressure on you. And the idea of you leaving... when I need you that much... it terrifies me.”

You’re quiet, allowing him to say what's on his mind. 

“I-I’ve convinced myself that I don’t deserve love. Fuck, especially not from someone like you. Someone as pure and-and fucking good as you are. And yet here you are, loving me, even though I’m a fucking shell of a man.”

He lets out a quivering breath, his eyes shut tightly and his lips smushed against your hand for a moment before he pulls away, eyes now cast down to the floor. 

“I see you, all whole and beautiful and good, and then I see myself and... I just... I guess I just think that I’m beyond help. And what’s broken can’t ever be whole again.” You glare at him, yanking your hand from his grip. 

“That’s the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. What’s broken may never be the same again, but that’s not always a bad thing. Look at Tony, look at Steve and Nat and Sam and, Fuck, look at me.” You motion to yourself. 

“We were all broken, but we’ve all grown. It takes time and patience and love, love of self, but it happens. There are people all around you who’ve gone from whole to broken to whole again, and they’re willing to help you make the same transition.” He looks at you, utter awe written on his face. 

“And about you... being afraid of loving me and afraid of me hurting you... no one’s ever gonna hurt you more than you’ve already hurt yourself. You gotta realize that the world isn’t all bad. Yeah, we deal with the bad shit on the daily, but there’s more to life than just that and I think it’s about time you opened up your eyes to it.” 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and gathering your thoughts before slowly opening them.

“You can’t let your fear control you, James. You... you just can’t. You’ve got people in your corner who support you, who love you, even if you don’t want them to. And if you... if you let yourself, you can love them too. But you gotta start by accepting yourself for who you are, flaws and all.”

He sniffles and rubs his cheeks, trying to wipe away his tears, his sadness, his vulnerability. More tears follow down and he feels like even less of a man than before. 

“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you. For being so harsh and so... mean. I just,” he stops and sighs, shaking his head. “It’s so much easier to push you away than it is to open up. I’m so fucking scared of opening up to you but it’s what I want. You, (Y/n), you’re what I want.”

You cup one of his cheeks gently, your other hand holding his, then lean in and press your lips softly to his for just a fraction of a moment, but’s it’s enough for him to know that he’ll never get enough of it.

“I’m right here, James. For as long as you want me, as long as you need me. I’m always gonna be here.”