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thegnomelord · 2 months

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Locker-room jokes

CW:NSFW MDNI, FTM reader and Gaz, frotting, oral, first times, masc terms (cock, cocklet, bottom growth) this is based off a post I saw somewhere and a talk I had with @embry-garrick . Author isn't trans so tell me if this sucks lol

Guys comparing dick sizes in the locker room is a joke as old as time. You'd never considered entertaining it as it always came off stupid to you. . . yet here you are.

The locker room is thankfully empty except for you and Gaz, the silence buzzing beneath your skin and leaving you awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to the other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked before, God knows some of the communal showers on different bases were little bigger than shoe boxes, but the expectation to do more than just catch a glimpse — that makes you feel naked.

Agreeing to this had been easy, but now that it came time to put your words were your mouth was you realize you were too arrogant; You can't quite make yourself meet Gaz's gaze, eyes flickering from his face to the darkened lines beneath his pecks, to the sparce trail of body hair that disappears down beneath the towel wrapped around his hips before returning to his face, your cheeks burning.

"Oh, is someone nervous?" Gaz shows you mercy by sauntering closer, gun calloused hands finding their place on your hips and thumbs slipping beneath the towel's hem. "Scared you're not going to be able to rise to the occasion?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it as he snickers at his own words.

You open your mouth to speak but you're forced to bite your tongue when Kyle presses against you, chest to chest and skin to skin. He tilts his head back, your noses brushing together. "You know," His lips brush against yours, just a ghost and a promise something more should you listen to him. "You could just quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Even the miniscule sensation of his lips on yours leaves your body wanting more, your ribs aching to be wrenched open so he can hold your heart in his hands. Damn tempter.

You ignore your body's wants, the knowledge of him testing you making something burn in your chest. "In your dreams." You repeat the same words that got you into this mess, the words that awakened his competitive streak.

You mimic him by gripping his hips and clutching the towel barely hanging around him. But there's a small tremor in your hands, anxiety nibbling on your nerves — You're treading new ground, the furthest you two ever got was drunken make out sessions and heavy groping in bathrooms or broom closets or Price's office that one time.

Kyle doesn't mention the tremble, your actions earning yourself a pleased grin from him. "Ooh, aren't you arrogant." Which is good; it wouldn't be fun if you were a wet rag about it. Kyle's fingers shift to skirt across your sides before gripping your towel tighter. "Tell you what, we take them off together, yeah?"

"Aren't you thoughtful." Your words make him grin, but you nod your head. "Fine—" You grip his towel, the muscles in your arm tensing. "One, two, three-"

You barely manage to say the last number before Kyle yanks the towel off your hips and tosses it carelessly on the nearby bench. You scramble to do the same, your hands suddenly your mortal enemies as you stumble around a bit while you feel his eyes on you before you manage to take his towel off.

Gaz knows he looks good, he's proud of his body, but the way your eyes travel across his frame — from his face to his chest, following the happy trail of sparce hair down his abdomen to his groin where the neatly trimmed pubic hair accentuates the length of his bottom growth— has blood rushing to his cock, has him feeling high as a kite.

He looks you over up and down, both to see your embarrassment grown and because he's pleased by what he sees. His eyes settles to your groin where a bush of hair partly obscures your own bottom growth, glancing between you and himself. "I reckon I'm bigger."

Something about the way he says it, like he's a jaguar that just caught a cayman, sparks something inside you. "Only because you're smooth as a baby's ass." You growl and push a hand between your bodies, trapping your cock between two fingers and spreading them slightly so it's fully on display. "I'm bigger." You can't help but press a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, some of your arrogance coming back.

Kyle tries not to, but a pleased noise escapes his throat — you're definitely bigger, at least half an inch if not more. He's not willing to admit defeat that quickly, but fuck, the change in your attitude is a major turn on.

"Cheater." The accusation would be far more hurtful if he didn't press himself closer, one hand holding your shoulder, the other sliding down to hold his cocklet. "Just gotta-" But he doesn't stop there, slowly stroking the length of it between his fingers, thumb swirling across the tip. "-I'll show you big."

"Now who's cheating?" You snark, using your free hand to hold Kyle tightly so he doesn't lose his balance. You don't stop him, mesmerized by the way each languid stroke has his cock chubbing up a bit more, slick easing the glide as it glistens across his flushed flesh.

"You started it-hah!—" You pick the moment to grind your groin into his, the tip of your cocklet roughly grinding against his and forcing a small punched out noise from his lungs.

"Whoops." You grunt, pleasure starting to simmer in your veins as you grind your cock against his again. "Sorry, just needed to get the right angle." Your tone makes the lie obvious but you can't be bothered to make it sound believable, the combination of shifting of your hips and the slow movement of your hand as you stroke yourself at the same tempo as him has lightning rushing up your spine. "I'm still bigger than you."

"Bastard!" The curse morphs into a short laugh and finally into a moan that bounces off the tiled walls, his head tilting forward to place a sloppy and disorganized kiss on your cheek. Kyle pants against your skin, leaving crescent shaped bruises on your shoulder from how tightly he grips you. "Hold on, I just have to-" He moans again, rocking his hips to meet yours that has the sensitive heads of your cocklets bumping together. "-fuck- fuck- just, give me a minute it gets bigger."

"What's wrong Kyle, failing to rise to the occasion?" You have no idea how wet that smug tone of yours makes him, but with how obscenely loudly his slick squelches against his fingers, Kyle's sure you'll figure it out soon. "Here, let me help you."

It's Kyles turn to be surprised when you push him into one of the stalls, his back meeting the cold tiles of the shower. "What are you planning?" He grunts, a yelp escaping him when you suddenly grab his thighs, picking up and bending him nearly in half until your head's cradled between his thighs and his cock's inches away from your mouth. The years of gymnastics makes the position possible, the numb pain of muscles deep in his back stretching making the pleasure so much sharper.

You blow cold air across his sensitive cocklet, watching it twitch with need. "Relax, just getting a better look." The way his thighs shake when you lick a slow stripe up his cock has your mind buzzing, the needy sound that breaks past his lips sweet as honey to your ears. "I'm gonna help you get as big as you can." It's hard to look away from his cock but you force yourself to look up at Gaz, resting his cocklet against your lips. "It's only fair."

"You-" Whatever he wanted to say next is cut off when you take his entire cock in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a few moments before you suck. "-oh fuck!" His hands scramble to find purchase on your shoulders, gripping your hair as he hunches over, his mouth right next to your ear so you can head a moan leave him — deep and low and so desperate.

It makes you want to pull more of those sounds out of him. And you do — sloppily slurping on his cocklet for a few seconds only to pull off to lick it, alternating between slow strong swipes of your tongue across his entire shaft to small kitten licks on his tip. Occasionally you pull off entirely to blow cold air across it, keeping him teetering on that edge of pleasure, silencing the sounds of discontent with a few swipes near his hole before taking all of him into your mouth to repeat the cycle.

You don't know what's more intoxicating; You feel yourself grow drunk off the slightly sweet and musky taste of his slick that runs down your chin, the image of his abdominal muscles fluttering and thighs shaking from the building pleasure in his belly burned into your mind, Kyles babbles of "Yeah, like th- fuck, fuck, fuck- that- pleas-hah—" and calls of your name broken by moans and whimpers like the song of angels.

You feel him get closer to the edge, or at least you assume so by the way the grinding of his hips into your face grows erratic, your name being the only word that still clings to his brain as he chants it like a mantra, his fingers shaking from how tightly he grips your shoulders.

Kyle makes a sound like a wounded animal when you suddenly pull off, "-no-no-nono!" He cries, hips still bucking into the air with the need to tumble over the edge of pleasure, tears staining his cheeks as he manages to force out a weak glare. "Wh- why w-gh!- why?"

"We still have to compare." Your voice is rough like you'd been gurgling shards of glass, holding him steady as you lower him enough to wrap his legs around your waist, pressing your bodies together until you're smushing him into the wall.

He doesn't complain as the sudden move has your bottom growths rubbing against one another, and only now do you realize your body is as desperate as his. "Y- ah fuck- yeah right." There's still that fire in him, but now he uses it to grip the back of your skull and mush your lips together, ignoring the taste of himself on your lips. "Just-shit mh!- move."

Kyle's heels digging into your flank makes you rock forward, grinding your cocks together. Your slick mixes together, your pubic hair sticking to his skin and tickling the sensitive flesh of his cock with every thrust. He openly moans into your mouth, licking in and around your open mouth, trying to clean off the slick staining your skin but only making a bigger mess as spit now mixes with his juices.

Kyle feels like he's burning up, like he's just a puddle of please — the pace you set is rough and your kisses are sloppy and desperate and it feels like Heaven. Gaz wraps all four limbs around you tightly yet he still gyrates his pelvis to meet yours, every nerve in your bodies feeling like a live wire as pleasure builds and builds until it's ready to spill over.

"Fuck- Kyle-" You grunt, your fingers leaving bruises on his flesh, his back sliding up and down against the tiles as you increase your pace, every brush of his flesh against yours banging on your skull. "I'm -mhm- close."

"Mh- me too-" He slurs against your lips, kissing you until both of you are gasping for air. "please-please-please-love- make us cum, plea- ah fuck!—" Kyle shouts as his orgasm finally crashes into him, toes curling and head tilting to bite your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself as he cums, hole fluttering around nothing and cock throbbing as slick runs down his thighs.

The pain and pleasure comes for you a second later, you grip him so harshly you can feel his bones groan as you cum too, your hips grinding together to prolong the mind numbing pleasure, your teeth finding his shoulder as you bite down as well.

You don't know how the Hell you're still standing by the time you come down from your high, every muscle in your body straining like you'd just went through a suicide mission. Kyle's no better, shaking like a leaf and completely boneless in your arms, panting into your neck.

You kiss the bite mark you've left on his shoulder, gently bumping your head into his to gain his attention, "Kyle?" You ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fuuuuck lovie," Kyle groans, barely able to lift his head enough to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That was good." His fingers idly scratch your scalp, the low rasp of his fucked out voice makes your cock twitch half-heartedly but you're too worn out to get aroused again. "Remind me to blow you when I can feel my legs again."

Yeah, he's alright.

A small laugh breaks past your lips and you give him a similarly sloppy kiss. "I will." Somehow you manage to sit down on the floor, Kyle laying on top of you, as content as a spoiled cat.

"Just so you know." He whispers into your ear, his fingers slowly sliding across your sides, thumbs rubbing lazy absentminded circles into your skin. "I want a do-over of this contest." He grins, and fuck, you can't get past how handsome he looks like that. "Maybe in my room, yeah?"

You can't refuse. "Yeah."

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xpao-bearx · 3 months

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Alrighty, my fellow Astarion fangbangers!! I've got a 🔥SPAHCY🔥 oneshot idea~

This is an idea that's been a parasite in my teeny brain for a while now and at first, I didn't wanna share it cuz I wanted it to be a surprise for when I actually write and post it. But to those who follow me, y'all know I just LOVE to ramble so I couldn't keep it a secret anymore 😂

And sooo here it is: A smutty oneshot of Spawn Astarion x Fem!Reader x Ascended Astarion!

Now you might be thinking... How the HELLS would a threesome with Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion ever work??? O_o

Well, lemme ramble some more! 😆

AHEM

Throughout your adventure, Astarion ascended and made his lover (you, dear reader ❤️) into his dark consort. After saving Baldur's Gate, you go to live with Astarion in his palace and start anew with your life of immortality.

At first, everything was going well. Astarion relished in the power he's craved so much and you stood by his side as his most prized treasure. And yet... There was a suffocating emptiness in your heart.

You were happy. Or...you should be. You were going to spend a wonderful eternity with your lover and you only gave Astarion what he's always wanted...right?

But as time passes, Astarion changes more and more. You still loved him, you will never stop loving him, but you couldn't deny that his dominance and possessive nature over you...unsettled you a bit.

Anyhoe, long story short, while you are just wandering around the palace one night and rethinking all your life choices that led you to this very moment, some ✨️magic✨️ happens and Astarion appeared.

Only...this was Astarion from the past. Before he ascended.

This story is still a work in progress so forgive me that this is all a mess, but basically this other Astarion is spawn Astarion! Spawn Astarion comes from another dimension where he never ascended. In that dimension, Baldur's Gate has also been saved but at the cost of spawn Astarion's lover's life--your life.

Astarion couldn't handle the tragic loss of his one true love so he became obsessed in finding something--anything--to be with you again, even at the cost of his soul. I'm still working out the details, but Astarion ended up finding something which made him transport to where you are now!

You are obviously baffled by spawn Astarion and can't quite believe it, but he's just so fucking happy to see you--to be with you--again. And maybe...just maybe...

You wanted to be with him, too.

But of course... There's ascended Astarion.

Beautiful, foolish treasure... Did you really think you could ever forsake your master?

Expect quiiite a bit of angst with this oneshot but, OF COURSE, some real nasty smut too! 😉 I plan to hopefully write and post this story after I finish the game and have experienced both spawn and ascended routes!

Also, I REALLY hope this doesn't cause any discourse! I, personally, prefer spawn Astarion but I also ADORE ascended Astarion (✨️nothing✨️ will stop me from simping for this vamp dork)! I know everyone has their own thoughts and opinions for both and which one is "better", but for me I just live and let live! Let everyone be happy with their own preferences, please 🥰

And I hope no one steals this idea of mine! Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I haven't seen anyone else have an Astarion fic like this so I would assume I would be the first to have this specific idea. If you were inspired by the premise and wanna write something similar, PLEASE credit me for the inspo but also tell me if you post it cuz I would absolutely read the SHIT out of it!! \(^o^)/ But yeah, just please don't copy the WHOLE thing cuz, like I said, I do plan on eventually writing this fic myself!

And hey, if ya wanna be tagged for when I post this fic, please don't hesitate to tell me! 💕

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction #BG3 Fanfiction #Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic #BG3 Fanfic #Baldur's Gate 3 Fic #BG3 Fic #Astarion #Astarion x Reader #Reader x Astarion

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aita-blorbos · 11 months

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AITA for not telling my brother about the issues his idol is facing?

my (17f) brother (10m) really looks up to our cousin (somewhere in his 20s or 30s m). for context, our cousin used to be a lawyer. a pretty good defense attorney from what i've seen, at least. and my brother really wanted to become a lawyer too because he thought that our cousin was just the coolest guy he's ever heard of in his life.

so the problem is our cousin actually got disbarred like four years ago. it was some pretty messed up trial and really i kinda don't know if it was even his fault?? i don't know all the details though plus this isn't super relevant so whatever. anyways i haven't actually told my brother yet. i just kind of keep telling him "yeah let me just watch the new cases he's taken" "i just gotta make sure they're okay for you to watch you're like a kid" you know you get it. i don't want to tell him because it'll crush his heart and like.. what if he decides he can't do what he wants either, you know? like what if he goes "well if my cousin can't do this i definitely can't" and straight up gives up?

normally i wouldn't post something like this but i kinda feel like. super bad about it. like i feel like i'm lying to him which makes sense since i kinda am lying to him but if i tell him i could shatter his dreams and that's like... that's worse, right? i feel like he deserves to know but he doesn't deserve to get his heart broken cuz he's only 10

EDIT: you don't know who our cousin is please stop asking i'm sure that at least 10 people got disbarred that year it doesn't have to be the really well known case. come on

#aita #am i the asshole

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fictionfixations · 2 months

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Out of Context TWST

imgs are from:

Prologue Book 1 Fan translation of Cater's ceremonial robes vignette Rook's ceremonial robes vignette Book 5 Book 6 Book 7 Spectral Soiree Tsumderland 2 A Firelit Sky Jade's Halloween Groovification Message

and then i gave up (was gonna go in order after laughing at the first img. now its a mishmash of me randomly remembering some bits i wanted to add, and removing the ones that didnt mesh too well)

recently finished book 6 and starting book 7 so there's a bunch of book 6 imgs in here

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(note: I can't find the lashing of love line when we encounter Crowley for the first time?? I swear it was there before but now its just not??)

[Lilia: What's this? You'd really turn down my juice?!]

[Vil: WAAAH!]

you get no context whatsoever except that he's sobbing (for three long hours.. its funny i swear). i refuse to show you the visual if you haven't seen it yet.

["I shall even spare it from being served as dinner."]

[Crowley: If you're not satisfied with my offer, I can arrange to have you thrown out again.]

[Grim: Not more lashings of love! We gotta get outta here! Ace: OW!]

[Deuce: Because I'm going to launch you.]

[Epel: You're...hurting me. Please, let go?]

*proceeds to beat everyone up* /hj

[> Then it's kill or be killed!]

[Grim: I'd recognize that collar anywhere. It's the same one that psycho stuck on me at orientation!]

[Cater: Aww yeah, I am getting my paint on!]

[Cater: Even so, he'll have a mom.]

Context because I can't share more imgs: In his Ceremonial Robes vignette, he's basically guessing what people's dorm will be with Trey. When they get to Epel, he goes,

[Cater: He's by far the cutest~! If he had an older sister, don't you think she would be a total stunner?

[Insert Trey's response]

Cater: Even so, he'll have a mom.]

He clarifies that he's joking but still LOL

(this was changed in the eng localization to a comment about washing dishes)

[Vargas: Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs!]

[> Muscly dog man, sure why not.]

[Ace: A painting? Hard pass! I don't care how cute she is if she's two-dimensional!]

[Riddle: It's not absurd! It's literally the law!]

[Leona: Hey, I'm into it.]

[???: *sniff* *sniff*]

[Floyd: Whaaat? Sorry, can't hear you, man! Hair dryer go brrrr!]

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[Deuce: You don't get to call my eggs stupid. You don't get to call ANY eggs stupid!]

[Grim: So you were only a little more annoying than you are now? > I did notice you had that vibe...]

[(Jade) "Oooh, I love it when you flee in terror. It makes me want to chase you!"]

SS from:

But I found what card it's actually from by the wiki

[Malleus: Oh, now I have to clean up your waste? You little scamp.]

[Deuce: For sixteen years, I was so sure...]

[Cater: Ooh, it's almost time! Okay, all you sexy body doubles, that's a wrap!]

[Deuce: I fell and got a boo-boo. Ouchies. *sob*]

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[Jade: Oh dear, how did I get into this mess? Don't tell me you planned for me to get caught this whole time...!]

[Jamil: So I made wet burgers.]

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[Grim: What if there's an assassin out for our blood?!]

[Lilia: "Lilia. When I woke up this morning, Drago was gone. Now there's this egg in his place. What should I do?"]

[Vil: EEEEE HEE HEE! YEEESSS!]

i cannot explain the utter joy contained within that one voice line. It's just pure exhilaration.

this lives rent free in my brain (along with the kiss. you get no more context besides that)

(it looks funny without the voice attached tho LMFAO. it's like a "Kyaa~! Yatta!" as in like a scream/yell and then 'hurrah/I did it/yes/sweet'! ehh, basically joy when things go well)

there's a limit to how many images you can put in one post. oops.

#out of context #out of context quotes #thoughts #twst #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst event #twst book 1 #twst book 5 #twst book 6 spoilers #twst book 6 #twst book 7

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 2 years

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Unnamed mer crossover part 4 (Discontinued)

Okay so, @squishys-soft-stories and I decided to discontinue this crossover :') we are sorry if you enjoyed it and wanted to see more for it but this is the last part that we are going to post for it, that also is unfinished...

But anyways.... Enjoy :']

2K words

TW: Safe/soft vore, unsafe vore mention, fear of being eaten (I think that's it, tell me if I missed some warnings)

Wrote by @kayla-crazy-stuffs

It was around ten in the morning when the boys finished getting ready to head back to the beach as Bad and Skeppy would be arriving soon to spend the day there. "So, are we ready to go?" Quackity asked as he held up the bottle where Sapnap was in. "Yeah, but do you really have to put the mers in bottles?" The human Sapnap commented.

"Of course, not everyone knows that mers exist, so we have to keep them hidden. Luckily, people don't go to the beach we go to, because they don’t like it." George said, carrying the bottle of Dream. The humans Dream, Sapnap, and little George and Karl nodded in understanding.

They began to walk towards the beach, arriving in less than twenty minutes. Bad and Skeppy were already there waiting for them. "Hey, Bad, Skeppy, we hope we haven't kept you waiting too long." Quackity said. "Don't worry muffinheads, we just got here too." Bad answered with a smile.

“Then we should start putting the things down and getting the fish out of the bottles.” George said, unable to stop himself from laughing when he said the last thing. “Hey! We’re not fish! We are mers!” said Dream and Sapnap at the same time once they opened the bottle caps. “It’s basically the same, dude, you’re literally half fish.” Quackity replied chuckling.

Wrote by @squishys-soft-stories

George was a bit too curious. He was surprised that he had made it this long without taking action. He slowly and silently walked his way up to the fish-Dream, and placed a finger on his tail. It felt weird, stiff yet slippery, and felt nice to the touch. And maybe he shouldn’t have touched his tail, because now he was wrapped in the arms of a very wet mer. “Gogy!” Dream chirped. “Hey Dream.” He deadpanned. “I missed you!” “We saw each other all day.” “But I couldn’t hug you!” George audibly sighed. “Why are you like this?” He asked. “Because I like hugging you.” Dream responded. “Please. You are getting my clothes wet.” “Nope!” Dream cheered in response. George just sighed, and looked Dream in the face, before turning away quickly. He hated how much the mer looked like his Dream. He turned his attention to Bad and Skeppy, who were happily messing around in the water. “Do you want to go play with them?” George asked. “Yeah.” George smiled, as he slipped one hand underneath the mer’s tail, and slid his hand around his back, before lifting him up. George walked with him for a little, before dropping him in the water. “There-” George said, before he was dragged under with Dream. George came back up, only seconds later. “Dream! Don’t do that!” George shouted as he grasped for breath. He hears Dream’s little laugh, and watches as the mer started to swim around him. “And that’s enough.” George heard a much louder Dream speak, as he was pulled up out of the water. “Hey!” George heard the mer speak in retaliation from his new perch atop Dream’s shoulder. George rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue as a taunt. George smiled as he saw Dream reach up to pat his head, before he was suddenly lifted upwards by nimble fingers, and held tightly in the air. “George!” He heard Dream shout.

Wrote by @kayla-crazy-stuffs

Punz was sitting calmly on some rocks below a cliff, smiling softly at seeing how the mers and humans were all together having a good time, or so he assumed. Everything was quiet until he saw how another pelican hybrid quickly approached the group of humans and mers, snatching a small human, something he had never seen before.

Punz didn't waste a second and quickly headed towards the other hybrid, who had flown high enough that the humans wouldn't catch him. "Hey! What are you doing? Stop it!" he told the hybrid. The other with a mocking smile answered him. "Oh no, not even kidding, this little snack will satiate my hunger for a while." Punz could see the human squirming as he tried to free himself.

"It's a human, not food. Give him to me, now." Punz said in a serious voice. The other pelican only scoffed more. "The loser trying to be the hero? How nice. Do you want the snack? Over my corpse." Punz's eyes widened as the hybrid began to lift the small human over its mouth, while the human yelled for him to let go.

Finally Punz pounced on the other pelican, causing him to drop the human, which was thrown upwards, falling shortly after. Punz pushed the hybrid away from him, still keeping a tight grip on him and narrowly managed to catch the human in his mouth, sending him into his neck pouch. "Stupid asshole! That was my lunch! Now because of you I have nothing to eat since the ones below have slipped away!" He yelled at Punz looking down and back at him.

The hybrid growled angrily, pushing Punz out of his way and starting to fly away from him. Punz heaved a sigh pulling the human out of his bag. "I'm sorry, about all this…" he said softly before going down to the sand, placing the human on top of it, feeling several angry looks on him.

Wrote by @squishys-soft-stories

It all happened in a flash, and Karl couldn’t process it. Karl watched in fear as George was ripped off of Dream’s shoulder, and fought over by two pelican hybrids. Karl was only able to process the sudden swallowing that had taken George, bringing back memories that he longed to forget. He felt Sapnap’s fingers wrap around his now shaking form, and tranced his gaze to the pelican, now gently setting George on the sand. Karl frowned, as he noticed Sapnap’s hands started to cover himself more. It was probably for protection, but he wanted to help comfort George. He tried to fight the grip, but that only seemed to cause the hand to tighten. “What the heck!” He felt Sapnap’s voice vibrate across his chest. Karl pushed harder, only to be pushed back in response. He couldn’t move his limbs now, so he turned to using his head. “What do you mean, ‘what the heck’? I just saved him!” Came a voice, although new and unfamiliar. “We already deal with enough issues as it is. We do not want him traumatized.” He heard Dream speak, slightly muffled. “He was safe! I can tell none of you have taken animal biology because you don’t know that pelicans have a neck pouch!” They spoke again. “That’s enough.” Karl frowned as he heard Bad speak. He hoped that he wouldn’t do anything terrible. “Hey! Let go of me!” Karl saw light out of the corner of the eye. He slowly turned his head so that Sapnap wouldn’t feel the motions. It was just big enough to fit his foot through. He struggled against the grip of Sapnap, moving his leg so that his foot was suspended over the hole. He slipped his foot inside, and in one motion, he kicked Sapnap’s hand, and pushed against his chest. Karl should have thought it through, as he fell downwards. “Karl!” Sapnap shouted as he swiftly scooped him out of the sky. “Stop-” “No, you stop.” “Karl, I do not like this attitude-” “Sapnap, I know more about this kind of thing then you would ever think about. Had they actually put him in his stomach or whatever, it would’ve taken longer to bring him back up.” Karl could see the realization smack him in the face as most anger left him. “You couldn’t have told us earlier?” “You had my face pinned to your chest. I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to.” “Oh.” Karl rolled his arms, before turning to the pelican hybrid. “Can you tell me what you did?” He asked. “I couldn’t keep him in my hands, so I sent him to my neck pouch.” They took their free hand and pointed to their neck. Karl nodded. “All you have to do is give people a little bit of understanding and a chance to explain, and everything is clearer!” Karl said with a cheer. “Are you okay George?” Karl turned to see George, who was shaking slightly, but seemed to have calmed down, if only a little. “That was something I never want to experience again.” George deadpanned. Karl nodded. “I don’t know how you put up with that.” Karl shrugged in response.

Wrote by @kayla-crazy-stuffs

Bad sighed softly feeling how everyone was beginning to relax a bit about the situation. He looked at the hybrid who seemed to be shifting slightly uncomfortably in his place. "Now that I think about it, your wings look different and smaller than what they should." Bad commented, looking at the pelican hybrid's wings. He glanced at him nervously before looking away from him. "Uhh… I'd rather not talk about it…" Bad hummed in understanding. The human Karl clapped his hands to get their attention.

"Okay, how about you stay with us for a while? We planned to eat soon." The pelican looked at him doubtfully. "Uhh- I don't know… I don't think I should… I can clearly tell that there are several who are still scared of me while others are probably still mad about what happened…" Tiny Karl and George looked at each other for a moment before looking back at the hybrid. "You can stay, we don't mind." Karl said with a hand on his chest. “Uh… I don't think I-” “Please????” They both interrupted at the same time. The pelican looked at them uncertainly for a moment before sighing. “Okay…” once he said that Quackity reached for his arm guiding him to where he could sit.

"You can sit here." he said as he sat the hybrid down between him and Karl. “Uh… okay.” he answered by looking slightly at the human Dream before looking down. "Don't worry about Dream, he's just a little upset, nothing more." Quackity said, smiling slightly. "So, since you're a pelican, I guess you'll eat fish, right?" added Skeppy, who was lying on Bad's hand. The hybrid hesitated to answer for a moment before slowly nodding his head. “Alright then, we have like five fish that I caught a while ago in that bucket.” Bad commented, pointing to a nearby bucket.

The hybrid glanced nervously at the bucket before quickly shaking his head. “No-… No need… I- I'm not hungry…” he finally blurted out. Mer Dream frowned looking at his brother. “Do you think he's okay? Pelicans usually eat a lot and he doesn't seem to have eaten anything…” he whispered to Sapnap. "I don't believe you're not hungry." Skeppy snapped seriously. “You pelicans tend to be very hungry, your kind usually tends to eat about 4 kilograms of fish. It is impossible for you not to be hungry in the early hours of noon.” he continued to be watched by everyone except the hybrid, who was looking down at the sand.

“You can't lie to us, you know, we can tell you're hungry. Why do you say that is not true?" he added a little softer. “Do you have a problem maybe? Because if they gave me free food, the truth is that I would not refuse to take it. So you must probably have some problem.” Mer Dream said. The hybrid pelican shook his head. “I-I don't have a problem…” “That's yet another lie. I've noticed that every time you lie your wing feathers ruffle, before when you talked about protecting George, you had them fine, but when you started stuttering from the lies you started telling, they got like this .” Quackity commented as he pointed to the hybrid's wings.

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Karl didn't like being right. Something had seemed off about the pelican hybrid when they started talking, and now he knew. He wanted to free himself from Sapnap's grip and comfort their new friend, but he couldn't. Sapnap was just too strong. "Please don't lie. I know from personal experience that lying gets you nowhere. I don't want to force any information out, but don't try to hide it." Karl spoke.

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checkers-dance · 2 years

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anyway after that we ended up talking about nct AND THIS LEADS ME TO THE FICS I WAS GONNA TELL YOU ABOUT BUT FORGOR. anyway, i was telling noxia abt how i remember discourse over the johnny/mark ship because people thought they "acted like brothers." so we ended up watching a video compilation of them (ill admit, i think they're kinda cute, they have this very dudebro x dudebro dynamic that i find really amusing). we read the comments and people are like genuinely terrified of admitting they like the ship its so fucked up 😭

so i got curious. i wanted to know if anyone had taken that idea and played with it. and yeah there were some incest fics IVNFJNJFNV. there was this one where johnny and mark hadn't seen each other and then when mark was asleep Stuff Happened. kinda messed up. and then there was another fic inspired by that one where the same thing thing happened but mark woke up and then they consensually fucked. good for them. im kinda obsessed with that idea ngl VBFJVNFJ.

anyway there was also some incest play so like not actual incest but still fun.

BUT THEN THERE'S THESE TWO THAT IM KINDA GENUINELY OBSESSED. BUT THEY HAVEN'T BEEN COMPLETED AND IT MAKES ME CRY, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS.

so the first one is this omegaverse fic where johnny goes in a rut at the same time mark goes into heat and bro. BRO. im such a fan of siblings doing stuff impulsively and then regretting it immediately and thats exactly what happened. neither of them were thinking straight so the next day they are both disoriented and confused and they both feel awful ITS SO GOOD, I NEED INCEST WITH GUILT AND COMPLICATED FEELINGS. but the fic hasnt been completed yet, and it was posted last year... im so scared it may never come back. i think im probably gonna dowload it just in case it gets deleted because i would not be able to handle it, im so attached.

AND THEN THE OTHER ONE.... i didnt think i would enjoy it much because it was dadson but bro. the writing is so good and the dynamic is so interesting. so basically mark is johnny's kid except he didnt know because it happened when he was a young teen and the mom never told him and gave up mark for adoption and its only now as an adult that hes making effort to contact his biological parents. (actually they meet when mark is like seventeen but they dont actually start interacting properly until mark is an adult). anyway, his adoptive parents turn out to be shit and they kick mark out because they find out hes gay. and also his ex was a dick and they broke up. he moves in with johnny and bro. they are so sweet. like they have this really interesting dynamic where they have a really cute familiar bond but then they also have a clearly romantic/sexual thing for each other thats also really loving and caring. BUT johnny isnt as happy about it as mark is because he wants mark to have a normal life eventually. but then he also indulges both mark and himself and then pulls away so mark is rlly messed up about it and it all ends up leading to this really bad argument between them. and then when johnny comes home mark is fucking GONE, HE LEFT, AND THERE'S JUST A NOTE TELLING HIM HE'S LEAVING, AND JOHNNY HAS NO IDEA WHERE HE IS. WHEN I TELL YOU I FELT PHYSICAL PAIN READING THAT, I WAS SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED AND THEN THIS HAPPENED, NOOOO. AND THATS THE LAST CHAPTER... THE FIC HASNT BEEN FINISHED YET.... IM SO FUCKED UP ABOUT IT.

NOOOOOOO NOT BOTH OF THE FICS BEING UNFINISHED.....AND THE CLIFFHANGER TOO....why are u so unlucky when it comes to this 😭. I hope at least one of them is continued. Also yes, please download the fics, it would be devastating to have a repeat of the jackson/jooheon fic deletion situation

And gjskfksjf, it seems like the discourse over this ship has spawned a lot of fucked up ideas in fic, I love that. The dead dove writers always win in the end <3

But hmmmm....dudebro4dudebro.....I was going to compare them to jookyun but I don't think either jooheon or changkyun can rlly be considered dudebros 😭

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a-tale-never-told · 7 months

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Word of advice: please use the keep reading function on your story posts. It saves the time of having to scroll for just the right cutoff point from one reblog to the next

//Yeah, I completely hear you. I was just incredibly drained out from doing three hours of community service, that I didn't have the time to use that function. Keep in mind, that I was doing community service yesterday from 8:00 to 11:00 pm, and the festival that I was working in was PACKED.

//I'm talking about thousands of people everywhere, on the rides, on the food court, having a fantastic time. Meanwhile, yours truly was stuck cleaning tables for the rest of the hours, which as you can tell is fun in the sense of watching a bag of rocks. Still, It felt pretty good of me to actually contribute something to my community, even if it was cleaning those tables that by looking at the mess, made me want to hurl my vomit on the floor and I was sweating from walking around the entire area.

//At least it was worth it(Looking forward to Disney World next year, hell yes), so if you guys notice why I didn't put them, it's because of the lack of time I had and the massive burnout that I suffered as a result of working so hard, yet I still put out an incredibly solid chapter.

//Rest assured that I will go back and edit it to put the keep reading function on each of the chapters, so to save you all the time from just scrolling down with an open post. All I can say is that if you wanted an official reason as to why I didn't do that earlier, here it is.

//I hope you all accept this reason, as I've got to work on the next chapter where we check on a face that we haven't seen before for a lot of chapters. And before you all ask, no, it isn't Fuyuhiko, or Franz, or even Hiroshi.

#mod talks #a tale never told #anonymous

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strawberry-nugget · 2 years

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over and out | k. Bakugo

Synopsis: Bakugo has no idea he's walking into a get drunk with your ex buzzfeed interview, will this small interaction be enough to eventually get the two of you back together? Band! au

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Authors note: if you've seen this fic over at my old account with different characters no you haven't. This is the third time I'm rewritting it and I think that I finally got it right. I am splitting it into two parts so I have more content to post over the span of s few days<3 if you see any Dennis please forgive me my auto correct is more insane than I am, I was meaning to write Denki.

Word count: 8.9k

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, cheating (not on reader), angst, thigh/p*ssyjob, swearing, alcohol. All characters are in their 20s

I'm left with pockets of regret

Swear I won't forget

The tragedy of successes

Believing in second chances

I lie awake in my own head

The building that stands before Katsuki's eyes is no bigger than a basic and very much urban apartment complex. Its brick walls are painted a bright maroon shade, accentuated with beige drywalls that only function as a mere decoration to the studio. There are quite a few trees sprawled around the entrance; some very well kept lawn is also present and emitting a spray of fresh aura to Katsuki's nostrils, which only passes him like a failed attempt for relief.

Much like what his gut apparently needs to stop beeping it's a little red warning- it's true,hedcd rather not be here at all.

Despite his best wishes, a tingling feeling; a somewhat of swirling sensation spirals under the skin of his jaw and causes him to nonchalantly scratch through the coarse hair of his goatee. His fingernails scrub through his facial hair erratically as he looks around, but he doesn't cease to smooth out the mess he thinks he's made on himself before retrieving his fingers back, sparing them a scanning look.

Oh yeah, he's definitely nervous. The mighty Katsuki Bakugo is nervous. And for such a silly little reason too. A youtube interview- one that his PR team thought would source massive clout to him for his upcoming album.

A small publicity stunt.

Your average celebrity knows how non tv interviews can be the most fun -for example, the one that was help for him and his band members to show off their tattoos and tell the stories behind them- or extremely cringy -Machine Gun Kelly and Megan Fox did ace as the twilight wannabe couple of the year- and Katsuki is more than aware of that; the hit and miss nature of what's held in store for him. Yet, the marketing team of his band has always been pushy and persistent about them accepting most interviews throughout their career. Any reasons behind any interview have only ever seemed as an opportunity for his band to get marketed further to the public.

And right now Bakugo needs the exposure, to rile the audience up for the release of his first solo album, Ground Zero.

Taking a few more steps to the entrance of the building, he turns to look behind him, throwing a few glances here and there to his other band members, who simply stare back at him either enthusiastically or a little awkwardly even. Once he spots Denki talking to a staff member of their management team he clicks his tongue and sighs apologetically.

'I can't stand this' he mouths and Denki shoots him a smile of pressed lips and dewy eyes.

"What is it, blondie ? Do I have something on my face?"

"Shut it Denki" Katsuki snaps "Come at me only when you start wearing actual shirts"

The whole group of men snickers at Denki, Kirishima pointing out how his cropped see through shirt and the leather bikini top he's wearing on top of that is the peak of his fashion statement outfits and he shouldn't listen to Bakugo. Bakugo grunts and doesn't even bother looking at them.

"Ohhh!" Denki hisses and bumps Kirishima on the side "thanks man, seems like some people are just basic am I right?" Katsuki blinks his eyes into his and puckers his lips sourly.

There's been a lot of focus on Denki lately, Katsuki thinks and buried his face in the palm of his hands. Of course, there's always a time that fangirls will start swooning over the scrawny yet hot, eccentric guitarist, because almost every band has one. Denki is charismatic with his guitar, he writes most songs along with him and Kirshima, he has been the one to make contracts with clothing lines to sell his own solo merch, he is the next one who's working on his solo album and yet surprisingly he isn't the focus of this interview.

Katsuki is.

And no one has told him what the interview is about, because as they've claimed, it's funnier for him not to know. That's exactly what Denki's face is saying as he stares back at him with the most mischievous smug on his face, all while twisting the thin charm necklace around his neck.

Katsuki doesn't particularly like the way Kirishima and Sero are wiggling their eyebrows at him and then look at each other, only to be encouraged by Denki's smart comments to keep going.

When he glares at them, Denki opens his mouth again "Katsuki, it's just BuzzFeed!" He comments, to which Sero and Eijiro react with an outburst of laughter.

"Yeah right Katsuki!"

"Juuuuuust BuzzFeed." Sero laughs.

"Guys will you just stop!" Katsuki snaps again at them.

He's more than annoyed, he's infuriated and he feels like everyone is making fun of him, teasing him so profoundly over something that seems so damn funny to them. Even their agent, Tokoyami is, subtly giggling at the back.

Somewhere deep inside he's a tiny bit excited, but he swears he won't let his excited side show.

It's kind of eerie how everyone has agreed to keep this a secret from him, especially when they seem to enjoy this extensively; even the staff member that accompanies them, Tokoyami, smiles again, ever so slightly under the shadows of his long bangs. Katsuki clicks his tongue at him too and in return earns a strict look from the man.

Nonetheless, Katsuki sighs once again and proceeds to focus only on taking the final few more steps to the entrance to the studio. The others do pretty much the same, the sound of sneakers clashing over the pavement and the teeny chattering of everyone these few seconds pass quicker than expected.

"Okay guys," Tokoyami says "Katsuki you're up for makeup and clothes and I want you out at fifteen, we have to be at the studio to record right after this. The rest of you come with me."

.....

Fifteen minutes later Katsuki finds himself looking at his own reflection for the sole and very brief moment he's allowed to because of his schedule, he fixes a few strands of his hair here and there, praying they just stay the way he likes them. He examines his shirt then, a vintage nirvana tee he brought with him to match his waxed jeans with, he rattles the few bracelets on his arms and finally pumps his fingers to the roots of his hair, and tries to feather the sides of his mullet just so that the sides of his undercut are more than just visible.

This will be the first time his fans will see his new haircut, he thinks, but then again he doesn't expect this interview to be out until next week. His PR team surely has a bunch of Instagram content they'd want him to post in that short while.

"You're up!" He hears, faintly and he searches for his phone, eager to place it snug in the back pocket of his jeans, but the disappointed face of Tokoyami flashes in his head. 'Take a picture of your outfits' he always says 'you're the only one in the rock scene that can pull anything off' and honestly he hates it, because he doesn't care about the photos or the hell that comes with him sharing his music.

He nonetheless opens the camera to his phone and flicks his middle finger out. He snaps a picture on his phone and he even does as much as twisting the camera to the front one, taking a low angled picture of his face.

The ones his fans absolutely love.

The three gentle knocks on the door are accompanied by Tokoyami's voice which is heard from the distance once more, just to remind him that his time is up. Katsuki nods to himself and straightens his shirt slightly. He scrunches and curls his toes inside his converse, bites his bottom lip slightly and sighs.

"Coming!"

Katsuki wraps his hand over the handle of his dressing room and pushes it downwards. The beating of his heart is fast and loud; it's pumping and shaking his whole being from inside. His gut is churning excessively, as if it's trying to warn him not to walk out of that door, but he still thinks that's just caused by the atmosphere the guys have created for him.

Damn those idiots for making fun of him for something he doesn't know about he's sure those fuckers are about to put him in such deep shit.

"You're just excited" He tells himself.

And it's enough for him to believe it.

Moments later he finds himself walking eagerly towards the dim lit studio set. His eyes immediately meet with the ones of his band mates, who all seem to have kind smiles splattered on their faces as they stare back at him. He's so sure what they've cooked up is pretty bad and that moment gives it all away.

Everything else, other than the headlights that are pointing on a table with two chairs are dark. Katsuki's curiosity reaches its peak, because apparently he's supposed to have an unknown partner for this interview now.

'I'm going to kill you' he mouths as he turns to his friends and they laugh haphazardly.

Katsuki isn't one to put a smile on his face to wave to the crew members around him to greet them, he's not Kirishima, or Sero, he simply grunts at them, towering almost half of the crew that is surrounding him, heavy with recording equipment.

"Are you ready mister Bakugo?" A petite girl asks him and he growls at her, bopping his head up and down.

"He's sure in a mood" He hears Denki whisper but he ignores it, despite the girl turning her head to him instantly.

"I'm all good!"

"Alright then, please sit down and make yourself at home! We'll bring in our guest."

Katsuki smiles almost sassily and scratches the back of neck, letting a nervous growl escape him. He scans around the room again, his orbs falling right onto the rest of his band once more. Sero is pointing at him with wide eyes and a constipated smile, with his cheeks sucked in mockingly and talking to Kirishima. Denki is on his phone, typing maniacally -probably to Jirou- while Tokoyami is pointing at him angrily.

Breath work, he tells himself. He needs to work on his breathing.

The sound of bubbling laughter is what startles him next; a mellow, kind sound is echoing through the set, accompanied by the instructive voice of the staff member from before.

"Oh you're so sweet" He hears as all sound comes to pause before the giggling starts again.

Kirishima's face is the only one that is breaking in anxiety and Katsuki catches on that immediately.

Katsuki can faintly recognize that laughter, it's certainly something he's heard before whether intentionally or not but at the very moment it's hard for him to remember where or when.

It's only when the laughter turns into speech, only when the voice behind that sound sets sturdier and tickles his ears that he realizes to whom it certainly belongs to. And finally, he feels like he's been right to feel weak in the knees.

Your name falls off his mouth like a forbidden spell, but it isn't even audible -all air sucked out of his lungs, how can he even talk in a tone that you'd like in your ears.

He looks around, desperate gaze falling over his friends and he spots Kirishima shooting a concerned one back; they all know he hasn't seen you know a while. You've been present- just as frequently as him- in premeditated events that he's been invited to, such as Met Galas, after parties, mutual friends' birthday parties and any social event that artists have to attend. You being an upcoming actress that audiences wholeheartedly love after landing a role on a drama, never miss out the publicity of any event.

And he's never been able to catch more than one glimpse of you anywhere else, spare the occasional recommended YouTube video of your interviews, to which he has to press the block button, not wanting to entice himself or indulge into getting a glimpse into your current life. He's never felt he has the right anyway.

He only has the courage to watch an interview twice while editing one of the songs to his upcoming album, finding himself wondering if you would ever understand it was meant to be for you. But even that had been ripped away from him, just like you as soon as he came to realise what he had been doing.

Seeing you now, so close, and so forcefully placed in the same room with him makes his stomach churn and turn with anxiety.

He can't help but notice that you too practically freeze on your very spot. At the sound of his voice calling at your name -which you somehow heard- you take a reluctant step back, eyes wide and lips slightly part as you bring your hand just under your chest; a visible indicator of your haze and unpleasant surprise. You seem to doubt whether you want to take another step closer to him or the set and Katsuki slightly sighs, praying it's just under his breath.

"Are you alright?" The assistant next you you asks and your eyes don't even begin to bat away from Katsuki's

"Oh yes, completely fine, but when I was told I'd have an interview with one of my exes I- I didn't expect him"

You notice how the staff member panics slightly at your words so you're quick to sign her to calm down along with a long blink of your eyes. You hear her exhale in relief shortly after, her own eyes opening right into yours.

"Don't worry," You say, smiling. Your whole face alters significantly with every second passing "I won't let him yell at you"

Katsuki drags himself to the set begrudgingly at your comment, but doesn't spare you a look.

Your heart skips a beat as you're trying to walk towards the small table in the centre of the set. You spare a pressed lol smile at him and watch as he smiles back at you in a similar manner.

"Hey Bakugo."

"Hey" He whispers "you good?"

"Aha"

Katsuki can't help but frown at how your replies are overly tense, how you seem unable to find a comfortable spot in your seat, as far away from him as you can -Denki laughs in the background again, but this time Kirishima jabs him in the ribs, threatening to pinch his nipple

"Great, I'm good too!"

There's a strange awkward tension in the air and the crew of producers know that; in fact Bakugo is sure they depend on it. Fans have always been starving for the reason Katsuki and you ended your relationship three years ago and everyone knows that, yet your heart skips a beat at the thought of you having to confront that in such an interview.

You can practically hear your managers setting this whole thing up, having always been against you two breaking up; the couple whose love run cold comes face to face with each other after years. You guess they think it's the marketing that'll get both your fanbases going.

You spare him another look, eyes lingering onto his form for far too long -on his knees, his hands, the dark polish on his nails- but you're looking at anywhere that isn't his face or his eyes. Your heart is hammering, your gut is churning, it's inevitable to feel this way and you know it. The only thing you can bet on is trying to breathe to regulate the embodiment of your anxiety.

Thankfully no one is pointing out that you're shaking.

"Are you ready?" A staff member asks-not the kind girl from before- startling you.

"Ah, yes!"

"Yeah!" Bakugo grunts

The set director is frantically ordering everyone to get in their places as your anxiety continues to peak; numerous people walk back and forth, headphones on their heads, as they're trying to get into position. The commotion doesn't take too long -you find yourself having to force a smile a second before the camera rolls. Katsuki, right next to you, puts on his usual sultry face.

"Today we're doing the drunk exes question list celebrities edition. You're not the only ones to suffer with it." The girl from before announces earning a few nervous laughs from you and a few other people in the back

"I should have really been informed about this, my girl's gonna freak." Katsuki announces with a small laugh, mouthing an 'I love you' to the camera. You stare in -you hope we'll masked- shock at how his persona goes through this change, the half heart he draws in the air with his pointer and his middle finger- his rings clinging and clashing- would surely be edited with a cute gif later on.

"Well we wanted you to be spontaneous" She replies

You almost feel sorry for him, knowing that his girl would definitely be watching him. Bakugo isn't the type to tolerate much jealousy or even anyone causing him a scene about anything and it's not like you can help it. You didn't even know you were going to be having an interview with him, thinking it would be your most recent ex who was called to have an interview with you, the ex you're still friends with, not Bakugo and his atrocious ego.

You fall back into the conversation between Bakugo and your interviewer shortly after you try to put a halt to your raging thoughts and you're presented with the drink the production has arranged for you -a favorite of yours truly Katsuki Bakugo- a bottle of Hennessy X.O.

Of course Bakugo would only be a show off like this. With his money and his manners no one would even hesitate to serve him drinks this expensive.

"Show off" You mutter and he sticks his tongue out at you, whipping his head from left to right.

"Thank you so much" you say, as an assistant is setting down two glasses for you

Katsuki, ready to pour the liquor in his glass, lifts it up but quickly sets it down once Tokoyami shoots him an intense death glare from the back of the set. He clears his throat and rests his eyes on your face, squinting his eyes at you as he nudges for your glass. You snort when you give it to him, mouth dry as you're trying to not give out any satisfaction to him.

You even thank him through your teeth and you can see how bad it riles him up.

"I'm Asui," The girl who's interviewing you says "I'll be your interviewer for today if you'll have me" She earns nods from both you and Bakugo "Let's begin with our questions shall we?"

…

The first few questions are rather standard. Boring. You've been asked all of them before in the past 'are you single right now' 'what do you remember about the last time the two of you spoke' 'how did you think your fanbase took it when you broke up' and all that jazz. They're tiring to say at least, because it's noon and it's somewhat uncomfortable, digging up these few memories that you never knew had been branded in your brain.

It hurts that you have to see him like this. Only talking to you when needed, sharing things about your relationship like it's a story from a past life and even your head tells you that it is, that what the two of you had belongs into another dimension, so far away from the present.

He's so aggressive as he slurs some of his words, any hint of smug wiped away by all the drink that's in him by now, trying to brush off anything he can salvage, and for other he doesn't care at all.

"What's a gift of them that you still have to this day" The interviewer asks and you know that the rings on his fingers were gifts for anniversaries and there's a copy of your diary that has a journal entry of your first date decorating his band's first studio album

"Ah, can't remember" He says while looking at you and you take it upon yourself to reply with something worse. He has to feel the poison running through you at the sound of his words.

"I got rid of everything" You reply and you don't let anyone know about the fenced heart you have tattooed above the inside of your elbow, and you know he still has his.

It's bitter to say the least, how he's looking at you.

The mellow taste of cognac in your mouth is drowning everything out -at least that's something- and the copious amount of intrusive questions only continues to rage upon you, sneakily trying to catch you off guard while the blond next to you is still speaking.

"I noticed the two of you are tense" Asui says and you nod, downing another gulp of your drink and Bakugo is quick to fill it up for you again.

Was it an unspoken rule that you had to drink until you'd pass out?

"Since this is the first time you have actually spoken in three years we shouldn't force too much upon you" You nod again. "But we do have to ask, just why did you guys break up?"

Bakugo is staring at her, eyes almost shut, face in his palms, you can tell he is not in the mood to talk, just by the way he's turning his feet to the other side of the set, having them face the wall -it's such a touchy subject and you're too drunk to keep your mouth shut.

You want to talk, but you've avoided this subject like the plague for the past three years, not exactly sure if you do want to share this with the public just yet.

You've always romanticised the way people would know; maybe it'd be when you were forty years old, divorced to some big Hollywood star, with three kids and talking about your first love to a late night show, but the way Katsuki unapologetically looks at you doesn't seem to leave you any space to even think about that fantasy right now. You don't even know if you care about whether he wants to make the reason the two of you split public, but you remind yourself that he is the one who's over you.

He is the one who jumped from one girl to another in a matter of months after you split, he's the same person who was seen by paparazzi walking around with groupies and you have been the only one stuck in time, not being able to get him out of your head.

He's the one out there living his best life while you're the one living with your thoughts fixated on how it'd feel if he ever came back.

You choke on your words "our schedules didn't match up. We were broken and we wanted to move on"

Bakugo swears under his breath, you're still not able to relax around him and the few infuriating answers you gave back then are forcing him to open his mouth again. He doesn't feel right about having you face the big fish all on your own. He can feel anxiety reeling inside of him, but he decides to push it aside.

"Me not being able to be content enough to focus on us. I had a tour, she had to be focused on what she does. It seemed as if our lives didn't align anymore. We weren't sure we were in love."

You gulp when you trail your eyes into his, scared to even let them linger on him for even a second. He was the one who wasn't sure he was in love. You move your head around, setting your gaze over to the side where the other members are sat. They're all looking at you apologetically, as if they're sympathizing with you for wanting to keep whatever had happened to yourself; they know that being famous isn't as easy as they'd want to think it'd be. They know that what both you and Katsuki are saying is the most glorified, fictional, version of the actual truth about your splitting.

But you're sick of excuses, you don't want them to make any.

And that's what you were afraid of, them taking pity on how you are, looking at you with eyes that tell you they'll contact you later to ask you to forgive Bakugo.

And you'll never do that. Not because his friends ask.

Kirishima in particular is somewhat smiling at you, softly, kindly. It's always been a pity that the two of you stopped hanging out after you and Katsuki split, he used to be an amazing friend and he'd still be if you hadn't cut him off. Youre content enough to think that to this day he still comes over to talk to you at award shows unlike the other guys, unlike Katsuki who won't even look at your direction. You awkwardly smile back at him and lift your glass to drink as much as you're able to in one sip again.

"Do you regret it?" Katsuki likes to consider himself smart for dismissing that question like a superhero dodging a bullet. There's a faint romantic smile on his face as he speaks and you can't help but stare, trying to convince yourself that's the most warm smile Katsuki can master. He looks- he looks beautiful.

"Awe come on don't we have more fun questions?"

"Nope"

His face contorts in seriousness in seconds "I will not answer that question"

You come to terms with the fact that thinking straight is probably not an option at the moment. You've drunk a lot, shot after shot you're feeling yourself get loose, your vision blurring more and more after each one.

You quickly glance over at Katsuki's direction to see if he looks as drunk as you think you look. Indeed, there's a tint of blush plastered on his porcelain cheeks and his eyes are blinking faster than normal. The next question hits you before you have any time to process how much you want to push your memories with him away.

"Have you ever written or produced something for them?"

"As in writing a song about them?"

"Yes"

"Yeah." Katsuki answers in a heartbeat and he tries to ignore that you just want to look him dead in the eye and probably swear at him for saying that. But he soothes himself with the fact that this is only a one time thing, it's not like he's going to talk to you ever again after that.

. …

The interview finishes shortly after, the crew bowing respectfully at both of you as you and Bakugo sit up from your seats and begin to march into different directions. Asui immediately sticks to your side along with your agent, leading the two of you back to your dressing room.

Your agent seems to get distracted by a wave Denki shoots at your side -you wave back at the group, but she leaves your side to walk up to them, you watch her get smaller and smaller as she's walking away from you, throwing a smile at Tokoyami while she's at it. Asui leads you to your dressing room and you only manage to steal another glance at the band to see if Bakugo is there.

He's not, and you close your eyes really tight as you're praying to not bump into him. Asui helps you take step after step because you're stumbling and apparently, luck hates you, because as you're walking past Bakugo's dressing room, his door opens and his hand shoots at yours grabbing your wrist and squeezing it. He drags you into his dressing room and you yelp, stumbling on your feet. He slams the door shut after screaming to poor Asui that he wants to be alone and drags you behind a huge metal hanger filled with clothes.

"What the fuck was this stunt huh?" He asks, eyes filled with rage and you can only hiccup as you're trying to process what he's saying.

"Like hell do I know" You finally reply "they didn't tell me you were going to be that ex"

You're trying to set your eyes on anywhere but him. His breath smells heavy of alcohol and you're sure yours does too, but that's not something you can care about at the moment; your wrists hurt from being pinned over your head. You want to throw up, you're so upset, you don't want to look at him.

So you're going to leave.

"Excuse me" You caught, your stomach turning "I don't want to be around you" You try to eiggle your hands but Katsuki won't budge. He slams your wrists harder onto the wall, your body shakes.

"You're not going anywhere" Bakugo grunts, pushing his chest into yours

"Fuck you, I am"

Your next effort to move is vain as well, for Bakugo is far too strong -your eyes fall onto his naked biceps and you try not to growl at how smooth his skin looks or how tight and big his muscles are. Seems like he's only glowed up since you broke up.

"If I had to go through an interview talking about our first kiss while drunk then you can stand the sight of me"

"No, i can't" You whine

"Yeah you can" He argues back

"I can't stand you"

"Well that makes two of us" He grunts and his face is inches away from yours. You close your eyes, letting the sound of his loud breathing overwhelm you and you swear your own breathing is in sync, your chest hurts, your throat is tight. You expect to be yelled in the face, about how stupid you are, about hoe he doesn't want to see you anywhere near him ever again.

But that doesn't happen, at least not for now, when you peek your eye open to look at him you see him latching at you full speed, as if trying to close a non-existent space between the two of you.

He kisses you and your chests collide with each other.

The moan you let out despite it being small, is muffled by Katsuki's big palm over your mouth. Your heart is throbbing in your chest, your excitement causing your adrenaline to spike, your breathing heaving as Bakugo leans down to stick his forehead to yours, sweat solidifying into droplets onto your face.

He's struggling too, breath hitched and audible but his control is better -of course it is- and his eyes are the opposite of unkind as they fall onto you, perhaps for the first time this afternoon. It's mouth watering to say the least, how he parts your legs open with his knee while making no sound, how there's no rattling on the wall you're pressed against. You almost scream when he brings his face impossibly close to yours and you close your eyes, not ready to feel what is going to come next.

You get startled when he moves right past your face, lips brushing the softness of your earlobe "We gotta be quiet, babe, "promise me you won't make a sound" he whispers and only when you nod against his palm leaves your mouth.

The breath you take as your mouth is free again is excruciating. It fills your lungs with much more air than a huff through your nose could ever provide you with and suddenly your drunk and hazy body feels a little better.

Still not good enough to acknowledge how bad you're going to mess up with what you're doing. Balugo's grip that's still tight around your wrists until now, doesn't hurt anymore, even so when he decides to drop your hands and scoop your face to bring it closer to his, you feel your core churn.

You mutter something slurred against his lips that you can't keep track of -probably prompting him to act faster than he does- before his lips are slammed into yours, your bottom lip soon snatched between his teeth as he bites hard, rolling it between his tongue.

He's never been known for kissing you softly, and you've missed being angry over the bruises on your lips after endless hours of making love till morning comes. You've missed him. Utterly. You can't believe this is even happening, thinking that you'll pinch yourself and you'll wake up, hot in your bed and then get sad about still dreaming about him. About how he used to taste.

He makes sure to help you keep track of your reality, pushing his tongue into your mouth, softly twisting and turning his hot muscle against yours, the hand that isn't cupping your face running along the curves of your body, hooking up your shirt squeezing the fat if your breasts over the cotton of your bra.

"Fuck" He pulls back to watch your breasts bounce as he's pushing your bra over your chest. "They're so perfect" He says and cups your breast in his hand, his thumb coming to toy with your sensitive nipple.

You almost screech in response.

"You know how hard it was for me to not run my mouth on everyone about you after that fucking stunt you pulled on this year's met gala?" He slurs and you know exactly what he's referring to; the ancient greek style dress, sewn and styled on you to look wet, almost exposing your chest. You're filled with pride over the fact that you indeed stirred his head up, just like you had planned to, just like you had hoped you would.

You grab into his shirt and kiss him again, forcing your lips to love in sync with his, your hips rutting against his maniacally, your cunt clenching onto nothing, your clothes throbbing in a dull ache as the seam of your pants seems to be the only thing proving you with pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me so hard" You breathe into his mouth and he hisses as you shimmy your hands under the raw trim of his shirt.

"Yeah you do?" He breathes

"So bad"

"M not gonna" He grunts and his hands wrap around your wrists, your breasts bouncing against his chest with every long, heavy breath you're taking, he wants to calm himself down. He can't do this. He shouldn't "I can't i-"

Your intoxicated self wants to throw a tantrum, dizzy and infatuated by his smell, his whole presence, indulging in feelings you've trained yourself to forget and it's not easy at all to hold back. But you hang your head low with a sigh when his hands don't move away from restraining yours.

None of this is fair. If he's so over you then why are you not over him? If he's had all the time to move on in the world and put his tongue on things he's never known the taste of then why doesn't he want to come back to you. It's not fair. Not fair. Not fair.

And you make sure to say so, pouty lips and an angry, humming voice while you're at it. Bakugo must be infuriated, you think, he doesn't react and it doesn't take too long for you to bring out the worst in him and you guess you'll have to live with the fact that he does see you through a crowd of beautiful celebrities, but he treats you like a ghost. And he'll treat you as a ghost.

He's so unbelievably perfect with his stupid girlfriend so why would he need someone like you. You've barely been with anyone in these past three years, stuck at home because of the pandemic, only ever having gotten on a date with your coworker who ended up wanting you to play wing woman for him and your best friend.

Why would he want you when he gets to have someone he can share interests with, someone to write songs with. Half of his stupid songs are written by his girlfriend.

If it wasn't for the alcohol you wouldn't even be here.

You don't catch what he says, but he's speaking, voice low and raspy, as you remember it. It sounds different than the voice he uses to talk in front of the camera, it sounds like his singing voice, like it sounded before all of this mess.

"You're not even listening to me are you?" He asks and this time you choose to answer, hands trying to wiggle away from his to cover yourself. You feel exposed now more than ever.

"I'm just going to go" You announce

You don't want to say another word because everything hurts, because your agent was right when they told you that you should at least try to date someone as a publicity stunt, because your friends had told you to never, ever, ever crawl back to Bakugo.

They should have known better, you should have known better, Bakugo isn't the person you've glorified in your head and it's easy to blame yourself for everything when three blurry years have passed since your break up.

But Arctic Monkeys make songs about the pain you're going through and Bakugo will never understand how easy it is for you to waste away in just the thought of his and a tune that reminds you of him.

And just when you try to find the words to tell this all to him and take a leave your hands are not free yet and his eyes are wide in yours, every hair of his pointing towards the sky.

"Ah fuck me, I can't even-" He kisses you instead of finishing his sentence, as if he doesn't want to wait another second and he attacks your chest and your neck with hungry kisses and bites.

You melt into his ministrations -it feels as if you have no pain reception and you fall into hellflame to prove it- and you don't feel guilty about it -not too much at least, and not right now. You find it astounding, how much you can achieve with a pouty face.

The buckle of his belt is undone by your hands and your denim skirt is lifted and bunched right above your stomach, its flare brushing the underside of your breasts. He's kissing you again, sporadically, while having to peel himself away to lower his pants, his lips moving along your jaw, placing kisses over your makeup, smudging your once perfectly placed lipstick all over your chin.

He hisses when his cock rubs against your folds, his head dripping in precum as he spreads it on you, his hands squeezing your doughy ass as he tries to pull your legs apart while trapping your heels closed with his.

After that, it's back and forth. He's rutting his hips into yours, his head rubbing against you while you're dripping on him, your juices getting mixed with his own and your cunt clenching. You tell yourself you can be satisfied with it, as he grabs your face with his hand and forces your mouth open, rolling his tongue into yours.

You whine when he bites in your neck because it feels like actually wants to take a bite, sharp canines digging into your flesh and you're scared he's going to draw blood, but he doesn't dare dive into your heat, still driving his dick over and over onto your clit. Only the occasional ache of his head accidentally aligning with your entrance is a reality check from time to time, you're too focused on coming, your world has been covered by the dark veil of your closed eyes.

He's moaning like an animal, bunching your leg around his waist to make you open up further, while he holds his cock against you with his hand, the hot throbbing of your cunt driving him towards his limit as time passes

Bakugo's thrusts only get tougher harder, abusing your clit with his raw force and he keeps that pace that has you dig your nails into his back through his shirt, he forces your leg down once again and squeezes your hips together until your seeing stars, until you come undone in cries he muffles with his mouth of yours.

His cock feels like he's going to explode, his stomach feels like it's tied into a knot with a ticking bomb and he swear he can make it, he can make another thrust without bursting but the flesh of your thighs and the feeling your cunt against him are wilding I'm his thought and the feeling is sending him in cloud nine. So much that he copes in ropes of white against you, coating your panties, your thighs, your belly.

"Shit, fuck, that was hot" He says

You mewl against his chest, feeling your entrance throb for more "want you to fuck me" You say. His brown eyes are diving into your gaze. You might be coming down from the influence of alcohol but the infatuation you have over him right now surpasses anything, even your rational thinking.

He's not doing any better, more drunk in your eyes that he ever was by that cognac, he takes it upon himself to spin you around and slam your chest against the wall, to bend your waist and open your ass up to him.

He growls at the right of you, dripping and squirming and he takes his cock in his hand and teasingly rubs it against your heat.

"Please don't tease me anymore," you plea, "can't take it. Just want you"

Katsuki doesn't think he's he's in a place to deny you or even so go against your word, that must be why he immediately aligns himself with your entrance or why he bottoms out inside of you fast, rough, but he fills you up deliciously.

You turn to face him, mouth already moving to speak your dirty words when there's a knock on the door of the dressing room.

"Fuck," Katsuki says and quickly retreats to himself "who is it?"

"Kirishima" The voice behind the door announces and bakugo's palm is once again placed over your lips "Denki said you need to be alone. Came to see if you're alright"

"M better than alright" He slurs

"Wanna come outside? I'm pretty sure she's left by now. Scanned the whole building and I couldn't find her."

"Don't care where she went"

"We have a recording session at the studio, I'll be waiting for you."

"Thanks" Bakugo grunts

"Jirou has been there the whole day, let's not make her wait any longer"

"Yeah whatever I'll be there in a sec"

Your head hurts as you try to process that they're talking about you, yet you don't make any noise. You feel bad, maybe Katsuki did want to be alone, maybe you shouldn't have followed him to try to say goodbye. None of this would have happened if you didn't want to play polite for the first time in three years.

Now you were ruining his life and it seemed like you were doing it out of spite

"Have to go," He announces, watching you nod "I don't know why we did that, but it'll never happen again"

You feel like he's jabbing at you with his words, twisting the knife to the would he inflicted on you. Of course you should have known that, you shouldn't have sacrificed your barely recovering sanity over s single moment of satisfaction. You watch him buckle his belt, wipe the sweat off his forehead and you fix your own clothes.

You count on the light that is dimmed by the copious amount of clothes to not betray the rivers of tears that are spilling down your eyes and your prayers are heard, your nose doesn't even make a shuffling noise as the lamp in your throat keeps tightening

Bakugo Katsuki is out of the dressing room as swiftly as he dragged you inside of it and in seconds he's gone. He doesn't say goodbye, and you don't look in his direction.

. …

Remember Katsuki's girlfriend? Setsuna? The singer from that forsaken pop punk band that never makes it to the charts and only gains publicity because of Bakugo? Well, she must be the happiest girl on the planet for all you and your green eyes monster can count.

Katsuki Bakugo is officially engaged. To her. It says so on her post along with a tooth rotting, sappy, cheesy fucking capture. You've memorized it by now, with how many times you've read it -it's been fun keeping this a secret, I love breaking all the norms with you, happy to be yours forever more- you could recite it, having it printed in your brain, stirring your stomach in the all wrong ways.

You've been so incredibly stupid. And you still fucking are.

Your eyes are burning as they're fixed on your laptop screen, maniacally scrolling through an article about the post you had just come across on Instagram. The one you've found is small, only 200 words, describing exactly what the reporter needs to include, with a link that leads you to their official Twitter profile so you can keep up with all Katsuki Bakugo and Setsuna Tokage news, as if that's what you want to do.

You follow the profile nonetheless, keeping yourself updated -on subjects other than Katsuki- won't do you any harm.

You leave Twitter immediately, not ready to be swamped by anything on your homepage and run to YouTube to find some true crime documentary to keep your mind off things. There's a plethora of videos about Bakugo there as well but only one catches your eye. It has your name on it -and truth be told it sends panic waves through your body- but as you read along you realize what the video is.

You chuckle as you read your name paired with a sentence you know only your fans would come up with; 'y/n digging Bakugo Katsuki's grave for 12 minutes straight'. You click on the video, moments of various interviews and red carpets playing in the background as the frame is paused a copious amount of times. You laugh at the frame of you squinting at Bakugo when he walks past you at the premiere of a superhero movie.

It's always funny that your fans know what you say between the lines, or how they pick up your energy depending on certain interviewers. You don't even have to mention Bakugo's name at all for them to realise you're talking about him and it's insufferable -you're insufferable for still thinking about him, for still talking about him publicly.

Fortunately most footage is old, only taken a few months after your break up, where things were still rough between you and Bakugo, glares and squints and death stares exchanged at every event the two of you had to be.

You click pause onto the video and then close the YouTube tab, deciding that it's time for you to go through the script you've been given for your shooting on Monday, you still have two days to learn most of your lines by heart. You visit your email and click on the doc the writers have sent you, the script popping up on your screen immediately.

You spend a few hours reading, eyes glued on your screen, reciting the words one by one, your laptop still in your hand as you walk through your kitchen and set the kettle on the stove, your eyes not even averting away from the screen as you grab a mug from a cupboard and set it on the counter.

You sigh as you finish another page, your temples burning in protest to your hand trying to reach to click on the next page. You decide it's time to take a break and the kettle makes its whistling sound, letting you know that the water is ready. You get up, grab the kettle and pour water into your mug, the tea bag you set in it a while ago staining the water in a deep sienna color.

You want the rest of your night to go smoothly. Now that the strobe lights of the city are bathing the streets, trying to mimic how the bright light of day shimmers everywhere. At least that's what you tell yourself when you pick your phone out of the pocket of your teddy jacket, or what you think when you tap onto the familiar pink and orange app, Bakugo's username falling from your fingertips in rapid speed.

Sure, there it is, a picture similar to Setsuna's, but this one doesn't show their rings -you feel eerie to think that maybe he doesn't love her like she loves him, because he hasn't posted their rings, as if his fans have no idea who she is, as is its making it any less.

It's just so sudden. Two weeks ago you jumped each other in his dressing room after an interview about your past relationship and now he's getting engaged; you hope it's a publicity stunt. It should make sense, and that thought calms down your upset stomach -just when you thought you could get him back- because Mina told you he has an album in the works and he hasn't announced it yet, perhaps, this is to promote his album, to stir fans up.

But that could mean that you too could be a publicity stunt, you think as you click on the comments, scrolling past the ones written by verified accounts. You hate the thought that Tokoyami and your agent cooked this together, but then again you trust that the person who's supposed to manage your career along with you would inform you if you were to be used in such a way so you could play along.

Any who, the comments are of crazed fans, other leaving broken hearts, other writing in all caps and some, feeding the green eyed monster inside of you; 'I wish he stayed with (y/n)' 'there goes all my hopes baku(y/n) would be back :('

You hate that you feel satisfied with people sharing this view, you were a fan favorite couple, and you still are, you're simply not together anymore.

Soon enough -and after many, many reloads comments about how Katsuki should have ended up with you are everywhere, and they're so many that by the time you reload the page the comments have been shut off. And since you're way past the point of being petty and you like to torture yourself you hit the follow button to Bakugo's account.

You want to tap on the button that will let you out if his profile but your heart commands otherwise, he doesn't have that many posts either way and you've deleted all your own from years ago. You just want to see if he's kept any picture with you. After endless scrolling you come across one that startles you.

It dates back to 2015, back when Bakugo was still young and inexperienced, back when the group only had two hit singles and was just entering the charts. The picture is him, the world wide beloved rockstar All Might and you holding All Might's shoulders, captured with words you don't know why you let your mind forget: the love of my life, my idol and an idiot.

You want to giggle, remembering the time he had posted it but your heart hurts. How could all of this go so wrong. When did you stop loving each other? When did he stop loving you? You exit his profile because tears are gathering up in your eyes. Sure if he wanted you he wouldn't be getting married. He probably doesn't even remember what happened in the dressing room.

Maybe you imagined it all.

But now you can't set your attention back to your script. There are only a few pages left and you tell yourself you can read the first thing tomorrow morning, you feel tired and your tea has gone cold, the time you spent stalking our ex's account was more than you had realised. You sigh as you lock your phone and dump it in your pocket again.

Your couch looks warm on the other side of the room and you decide to walk to it and lay down, maybe open the tv and watch anything the channels can offer for tonight. You drape the blanket you have on your couch over your feet and stomach and curl up to yourself, only peeking your right hand out to zap through channels with the remote.

BBC has a live singing show and you settle for that. The singer on your TV screen is setting his guitar down, you can't help but wonder what song he was performing before you tuned in. You've seen him before but you just can't put your finger on where.

When he walks in though your brain caps you with electricity. Because this, this is pure karma. You quickly tap onto the circular button of your remote to read the description of tonight's BBC Live; 'Headphone Jack perform their favorite songs with us tonight, enjoy' it reads and you almost slap your forehead with the remote.

Despite being reluctant though, when you hear Jirou's voice engulf the space of your living room, you decide not to change channels.

"Thank you for having us," She says and there's a comfortable silence as she reaches for her guitar "we'll start with one of my all time favorites, Arabella. Hit it Denks"

You feel an oddly familiar feeling run through you and Bakugo's face looks as beautiful as ever and as he slowly hits the drums with his sticks, sleep is making your eyes feel heavy.

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-Giving head for the first time

-Sakusa, Atsumu, Hirugami, Boktuo

a/n: this was inspired by me thinking about being the first person omi gives head to </3

first post of the year!

18+ Minors DNI

-Kiyoomi Sakusa

Again, give and take.

This isn't the first time hes seen your bare cunt, exposed to the world, him being in it and making a mess multiple times.

You assured him that he didn't have to go down on you due to his “predicament”.

You said that just touching and kissing him was enough, and you were right, everytime leaving you soaked.

But he insisted, it internally hurting his pride of whether he could get you off, and also believing that's what a good boyfriend should do. Bless his heart

You returned the thought, wanting to suck him off, but he declined saying maybe later.

You eventually did before him, now wanting to get you off even more because of the guilt that you've given him head but not the opposite.

“Yoomi'' you whined as he opened your legs, him facing you needy cunt. You've never been so shy in your life, him staring at it for what felt like forever, not moving an inch.

“Baby” you started, uncovering your eyes with your hands and moving them down to his head. “You don't have too” you softly continued, gently stroking his cheek with your fingers getting tangled in his locks.

This isn't just his first time with you, it's his first time with anybody. Yes he was confident in everything he did, but that was because he had practiced before. And also he wanted to do good for you, worrying if he was going to be good enough even though he would never admit that outloud.

But you already knew, making your heart flutter that he would go to such lengths for you, getting you even wetter without him touching you.

He moves his head closer to your entrance, slowly taking your hands off his face and putting them in his hair, gently grabbing it. He started kissing around it, natural instincts coming into play, gripping your legs.

You let out a whimper as he bit the sensitive area around your thighs, he looked up to make out if that was a good or bad one, quickly seeing your head roll back with your eyes, instilling confidence in him.

“Fuck yoomi, please” You moaned shoving your greedy cunt into his face. He usually wouldn't tolerate this attitude, but seeing as he's doing this for you, he lets it slide and at last connects his lips to your swollen clit.

He works his tongue making you let out a string of cries and whines getting him painfully hard. As much and he wanted to make himself feel good, he reminded himself that this was all for you and him now , putting all of his work into both of his hands and mouth.

He continued flicking his tongue making you arch your back, now roughly grabbing his hair, not letting him up, getting lost in your own world, feeling prideful that he could make you feel this good.

He was in his own world too right now, not even worrying about the mess he was in, even admiring it. “Fuck doll” he groaned, his face still buried deep in your cunt, your movement getting eratic, letting him know you were close.

“I-im gonna cum- yoomi… please!” You begged, feeling like you were about to tip over and the only thing keeping you stable was his touch.

“Cum for me.” he muttered, taking his lips slightly off enough to reposition them, placing them in the spot he knew you loved.

“Fuck” you cried gripping onto hair even stonger making you see white while cumming all over him, drowning him in more of a mess.

Coming back to reality, realizing what you've done, now hiding your face again. You knew he wasn't mad at you, and he was trying his hardest not to care about being soaked in your cum.

“I love you” he commented, already proving it but reminding you in a different form.

“I know” you giggled, feeling his cock, still stunningly hard. “lemme take care of you now?”

-Atsumu Miya

Boy is needy asf

But you're his shy little virgin gf, which he respects, even though he's been daydreaming about him in between your legs.

So one day you finally get there after kissing for what seems like hours.

He makes you look him in the eyes, making sure you're actually okay with this, and not just going along with it because you don't want him to get upset.

He loves, and I mean loves, watching you squirm and cry out because of him.

It makes his ego rise causing him to be more cocky, shoving his face back into you like he would die if he didn't get a taste.

When you finally cum for the nth time while he's eating you out he's puts that to rest, then fingers you till you pass out, crying out his name, saying that you can't take it anymore even though you could

What a good boyfriend < 3

“Tsum- ahh” you moaned sitting on his lap, grinding on his erection, making your pussy wetter than you've ever got it before.

“You gonna let me take care of you?” he kissed into your skin making you let out another whine.

“Hmm baby?” he grinned seeing you in such an already fucked out state with him barely even touching you. “Cmere doll.” he said flipping you over so that you were now on your back and he was above you.

“Dont hide that pretty face, lemme see you.” he gently said, not wanting to overstress you, wanting to put all his energy into taking care of you. “Good girl.” he praised after you shyly removed your hands, now just laying there.

“You sure u want this baby?” he asked, looking you deeply in your eyes, stroking your cheek with one of his hands. “….y-yeah” you replied, grabbing him by the shoulder dragging him in for another kiss.

“Needy little thing” he muttered, dragging his fingers across your oh so wet panties. “I should just give you my dick huh, you'd like that baby wouldn't you?” he teased dragging them off finally seeing your pretty little pussy for himself.

“Just playing baby.” he said, moving his head down to be face to face with your cunt. “wouldn't wanna break ya.”

“Tsumie please” you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed full, feeling his breath on you, increasing the wetness between your legs.

“There she is! My pretty girl at last opening up...You wanna tell me what you want princess?” he teased again.

“Y-you-”

“Hmm can't hear you” he said cutting you off, his lips now hovering over your clit.

“Y-our mou-th” you finally got out, feeling more embarrassed than ever to admitting what you desperately wanted. You were by no means a “good girl”. But you kept yourself closed off, not wanting a hit and run relationship, but the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different story, that he loved to pull out of you.

“Yes maam.” he uttered as he started kissing on it, it all being a foreign feeling to you, you never making yourself feel this good.

He increased his pace going between sucking on your clit and licking it all up, leaving you a mess before his eyes, he was blessed. The fact he had someone as sweet and beautiful as you in his life made him want to worship the ground you walked on, devoting all his pleasure to you.

He went back at it making you cum for the 3rd time, feeling pride that he got you off this easily, but not letting it get to his head, just yet.

“Ahhh!” you squealed feeling his finger suddenly inside you. “Shh relax baby” he said, to which you listened, letting him at last thrust his fingers inside of you. “Dont that feel good?”

“Y-yeah f-fuck.” you moaned, not even trying to hold it back anymore. The pleasure of his mouth and fingers pushing you into your 4th orgasm today.

You grabbed his wrist wanting the attention on you right now and not your throbbing cunt even though you loved the feeling and didn't want it to stop. He turned his head to see your pretty face once again, already reading your mind, locking eyes for what seems like forever, eventually smirking along with you, grabbing you back up in his arms saying “Oh were not even close to done baby.”

-Sachiro Hirugami

You had a bad day : (

So when you come home and immediately clinging to your boyfriend, he knows just what to do to cheer you up.

You haven't been dating for that long, only a few months, but he could tell by the way you greedily kissed him that you wanted more.

He grabs your lower back as you snuggle into him, letting you complain about your day, talking his ears off, listening as he should.

But what he starts to do, slowly sliding his hands down your shorts, making you go wide eyed then falling into his touch making you let out a few held back moans.

BUT HERE'S THE THING

He lets you rant about your day while you ride his face.

True love< 3

“Gamiii” you whined completely, losing focus. The tv in the background being muted in your mind, the only sense you're feeling right now is his touch.

“Hold on honey” he softly laughed repositioning you in his lap, you not being shy at all, being so needy for him with a pout adorning your face. He continued to listen about you rant about your day while kissing your neck every so often, hands gently but firmly holding onto your sides.

You stopped for a second, his hand getting extra close to your ass, did he mean it? You don't know, but what you did know was that it gave you butterflies, in your heart and pussy.

You moaned into his neck again, this time accompanied by your hips swinging back and forth, taking out your stress on your poor boyfriend, not that he minded. You could use him in any way you wanted. He just lived to please you.

“I got an idea love.” he said, taking your hand into his, playing with your fingers.

He laid down on the couch, you still in his lap, just moving you slightly with your hands now resting on his chest. He took your hand in his again pulling you towards his face, to your confusion.

“If you wanted to kiss then we could have done it sitting.” you thought, missing the feeling in his lap. But before you could pout any longer he dragged you on even further, you mind guessing what was happening but your conscious not wanting to admit it.

You immediately got flustered, the fact that he was wanting you, to sit on his face, made your cheeks burn.

“A-are you sure” you mumbled out, feeling him grow in anticipation. “Yeah baby. If i wasn't thinking about it ever since you came home i wouldn't have”

“Thinking… about me. Really?” you shyly confessed. “Of course love.” he said, sliding your shorts off along with your panites, wanting to taste you for so long. “All I do at work is think about you, wanting to touch you, feel you, kiss you.”

He finally got you to hover over his face, being nervous about the whole thing, wondering if he could handle your weight. But he assured you by pulling you down onto his lips, immediately sucking on your neglected clit.

“nghh” you instantly moaned, trying to be more quiet, leaning back onto his waist, your hands supporting you there.

“No keep talking, lemme know what went wrong with your day angel.” he said putting you back onto his face.

“W-well, ahh, my bos-s made me-nggh, re-edo the who-le project… by mysel-lf” you got out, a few moans escaping here and there.

“By yourself?” he sated giving you a break. “Oh no baby.” he genuinely said, wrapping his lips around it once again. He was working magic beneath you making you feel weightless, taking the stress out of your body, making you feel oh so good.

“You're so lucky you've got a man like me huh?” he cooed, you feeling the smirk he had in between your legs.

“Yeah,” you stated, voice shaky, not one trace of a lie being hidden. “yeah i am.”

-Kotaro Bokuto

Virgin!Bo!!!

Baby boy is so nervous, never doing this before in his life, only using his fist and incredibly active mind.

But it's okay you’ll guide him through it, like to good gf you are.

He loves- no needs praise.

Moan out how good he's doing while grabbing his hair

That'll set something off in him, turning him into a whole different man between your legs

Making him grab and suck the life out of you, leaving tons of hickies and marks on your thighs

Good luck getting away from it once you've started it

“Am I doing it good?” he asked, voice muffled by your pussy, sitting on the floor between your legs as you rested on the bed.

“Yeah. fuck baby. You're doing so good, being such a good boy.” You praised not lying once. Fuck he was good. After all that time building up to this, him shying away because he was scared, not wanting to disappoint you.

He looked up at you for approval; noticing this you let yourself go, not holding back any moans or sounds that wanted to escape your body, wanting him to know that he was doing such a good job. The bite marks, bruises and hickeys, along with your dripping wet cunt, being visible proof.

“fuck y/n” he groaned, being in distress, not knowing what to do, whether to take care of his hard cock or keep all his attention on you.

He chose the latter, wanting to be your good boy, loving how hard you pulled his hair, and moaned his name.

He continued making you cum another time before completely pausing himself, realizing what he'd just done.

“Hmm, what wrong baby?” you quickly said noticing his state, not caring about the pleasure anymore, just waiting to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

He didn't say anything but you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the ruffled look on his face. Your eyes scanned down until you saw what the problem was.

“Aww baby, did you cum? Because of me!? How cute.” you giggled taking him his large frame into your arms, him letting you not waiting to be seen right now. It made your heart race that he go this worked up over you, the fact that calling hi a good boy sent him over the edge.

He was so embarrassed, wanting to hide in your chest forever, hoping that this was just a dream and not real. “Ko- look at me.” you said pulling dragging him out of your chest, him missing the warm comforting feeling of your boobs.

“Don't be embarrassed, that was hot.” you said assuring him that it was in fact not something to be ashamed of but instead embrace.

“C'mere “ you said, jestering him to sit on the bed, already getting on your knees. “Lemme show you how hot that was.”

#sakusa smut #atsumu smut #hirugami smut #haikyuu smut #bokuto smut #sachrio smut #haikyuu x reader #hirugami x reader #sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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could you please write something like tom and actress reader obviously like each other but they haven't taken it further yet bc reader is scared it will mess up their friendship but they're still flirting with each other at comic con panels or interviews for spiderman? 🙏

Flirts.

A/N: I love this, thank you so much for sending it in and thank you for your patience in me getting back to you. I hope you enjoy 💕

Warnings: Suggestive content.

You and Tom had been close for years, ever since you met on the set of Civil War, you had a close bond. He was there for some hard points in his life and vice versa, you kept each other grounded. Most people thought you were together, theories that you'd been together for a long time, engaged even, the two of you would laugh it off.

Of course you were in love with him, you had feelings for him, had for a long time. But you had such a close bond that you just couldn't jeopardize, not for anything. You also didn't wanna make things awkward because you had a few films left to film together.

You had a very flirty relationship and this extended to interviews, Zendaya had asked multiple times why you weren't together.

"Z, I've been over this." You groaned, you were in your trailer having a few drinks together.

"Yeah and I'd understand if it wasn't so obvious that you were into each other." She said with a laugh.

"I don't know," you groaned. "Why are you hassling me, he hasn't said or done anything either." You tried to end the conversation.

"I'm talking to you about it, I don't need to talk to Tom, it's so obvious how he feels, no one needs to ask."

"Z, please can we not?"

"You are so close though."

"Which is why I don't wanna ruin it."

"Y/N, I'm close to Tom but you two are different."

"So Y/N? Celebrity crush?" The interviewer said.

"I would have to say Tom." You said and Tom looked at you with a wide smile.

"I knew it." He fist pumped the air. "You're mine to." He said with a wink.

"Oh sorry, I meant Hardy." You smirked and Tom almost visibly deflated.

"Well that's my dreams shattered." Tom said and everyone laughed. "I feel emotional wounded."

"Aw it's okay, I'll keep in my heart that I'm your crush."

"I changed my mind."

"No take backs Tom."

"I have a question for Y/N." A fan said as they stood up at comic con. "How do you do all those scenes with Tom when he's topless, do you get distracted?"

"Oh massively, all the time. It's a wonder these films ever get finished." You answered as Sebastian laughed.

"In between all the flirting these two do, I agree, it's a wonder we ever finish filming." Anthony chimed in and you laughed. "You should see her face when Tom walks around set, just love eyes all the time." He added.

"That's good to know." Tom laughed as he placed a hand on your knee which sent the fans into a frenzy.

"Like this one can talk," Sebastian said. "He literally looks at her like no one else exists, I am convinced they are dating and it's the best kept secret ever."

"Are you?" The host asked the two of you and everyone watched as you both smiled at each other.

"No." You answered at the same time. "Just really close." Tom added and your heart did a flip, he didn't use the word 'friends' like you expected him to, like he usually did.

"You know, we had to do this scene and Y/N here decided to do her own stunt and somehow knocked herself out," Anthony started and you groaned. "And this one?" He said as he clapped Tom's shoulder. "Wow, you should've seen him, you'd have thought she'd nearly died."

"I was just making sure she was okay." Tom defended himself.

"It's because he's in love with me obviously." You said as you leant your head on Tom's shoulder and he put his head on top of yours.

"Secrets out." He teased, placing a kiss to your head as you laughed and playfully shoved him.

"So who's seen Y/N's recent film?" The interviewer asked and almost all the cast raised their hands. "Because there was a lot of her in that." He added.

"Tom's seen it loads, but he always watches it alone." Anthony teased as you laughed.

"It was a good film!" Tom said in defence.

"Oh yeah? Which bit is your favourite." Anthony asked.

"You know the bit with the-"

"Y/N's sex scene?" Anthony interjected as Tom laughed embarrassed.

"Yeah that bit was pretty good." Tom said through a laugh, both of your hands where now covering your face in embarrassment as you shook your head.

"So are you both aware that people write fanfiction about the two of you?" The interviewer asked and Tom burst into a fit of giggles, you kept a straight face as you looked at the interviewer.

"Yes."

"Oh really? How'd you know?"

"I write it." You said as a laugh escaped your throat.

"Based on real life events." Tom added and you both burst into laughter as his head fell on your shoulder and a hand rested on your thigh, high enough to get your heart racing.

"Have you ever read any?" The interviewer asked, amused look on his face.

"Oh loads." You said sarcastically.

"It's just about the only reading I do aside from reading a script." Tom snorted.

"You and Tom are close?" Graham Norton asked as he pulled up a picture you'd taken and posted to Instagram.

"Yeah, we are." You said with a smile.

"Be honest here, is there anything else going on?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Seriously?"

"Yup. Just really close."

It'd been a long day of promo, everyone was quite tired. You yawned as you sat on the couch in the dressing room, Tom joining you.

"You tired?" He asked as he looked at you.

"Yeah." You yawned as you held back another yawn.

"Come here." He said as he coaxed you to lay your head in his lap, something you'd done a thousand times. What you weren't expecting were Tom's hands massaging your scalp and the way you instantly relaxed into it.

"You should get some sleep." He said as he lent over to look at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead, yet another action you weren't prepared for. You were to tired to fight or question it as you felt yourself succumb to sleep.

"Now, Y/N L/N," Graham started with. "The last time you were on my sofa I felt lied to." He said and you placed your face in your hand, knowing what was coming as you heard him laugh.

"Did you?" You squeaked out as Graham pulled up a picture from the other night.

"Yes, now if we study this picture for a second. Daniel Radcliffe what would you say is going on here?" Graham teased as you fanned a hand over your face to cool your rising temperature.

"I mean it looks like Y/N's kissing Tom Holland but I could be wrong." Daniel shrugged as the audience and the other celebs burst into laughter.

"It does doesn't it. Y/N, you told me you were close and nothing else was going on but can you tell me what was happening here?" He asked as you looked at him, smiling in embarrassment.

"I, we, I don't." You stuttered out.

"Leave the poor girl alone, she looks like she's about to combust." Emily Blunt defended you as you shook your head and took a deep breath.

"I technically didn't lie, not when I was last here. We really were just friends then." You said.

"So you're not now?" Graham clarified.

"Sorry?" You tried to dodge the question.

"Just friends, you're not just friends now?" He said with that signature grin.

"No." You huffed in defeat as everyone erupted into squeals and cheers.

"When did this happen?" He pried and you smiled.

"Around eighteen months ago." You clarified.

"And who made the first move?"

"He did. Well, no, I suppose we both did." You said. "It was after the last movie came out. We had a bit of an argument about something and the next thing I know we were kissing, I'm not really sure who kissed who first." You said and Graham laughed.

"But now you're official?" Graham asked and you nodded.

"I mean they've been in love for years, trust me. I'm happy they decided to give into it." Robert Downey Jr said from next to you as you smiled shyly. He was here promoting a different movie and it had been good too see him again.

"So is the other rumour true?" Graham asked. To say you'd been together for eighteen months you kept things pretty quiet, both being private people. You never denied the rumours but you hadn't properly confirmed them either.

"What rumour?" You asked, knowing exactly which one he was probably talking about.

"You know," he said as he held his cards up to his face, feigning being discreet. "The engagement rumours?" He said as you placed a hand on your face to hide your embarrassed laugh and smile, holding your left hand up for the audience to see and when they did, they erupted yet again into a fit of screams and cheers.

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 4

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter devastation. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Pairing- Chris Hems x Reader x Liam Hems

Word count- 2,211

Warnings- Smut, swearing, angst, cheating

18+ Only!!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 29th June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

>The Destructive Secret Masterlist<

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, silence so acute you could hear a pin drop. Liam waiting for an answer, Chris looking at his feet and you looking visibly anxious. Chris had drank way too much and now he was about to let all of your secrets loose. This isn't the way you want Liam to find out, surely Chris wouldn't be so cruel.

"I suppose you're not gonna tell me who it is?"

"Not just yet, see how we go." He looked at you, if he so much as even looked slightly smug you would have slapped him right across his face. Instead you could see the hurt in his eyes, tears welling in the corners. You're both faced with an impossible dilemma, Chris wants you all to himself but doesn't want to lose his brother in the process and you want it all over and done with but don't want to hurt Liam. The latter of both is inevitable but you would take all the blame just so Chris didn't have to lose his brother, given the choice you would lose them both just so that didn't happen.

"Well on that note, I need to go to bed. I've gotta be up early in the morning." You avoid Chris' gaze, you're angry with him but you don't want to cause him more pain.

"Yeah me too. I better get going. Thank you for dinner Y/N, it was lovely."

You risk a short glance at him, you're eyes softening when they meet. The moment broken when Liam speaks, reminding you where you are and who you're with right at this moment in time.

"Are you for real? You're really going to drop a bombshell like that and then leave? Fuck man." Liam runs his hand through his hair, letting air out of his cheeks exasperatedly.

"Sorry bro, I'll save the excitement for another night. I've said too much already." Chris apologises with his eyes as he passes you, his hands twitching by his side's with the need to touch you.

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The next morning when you wake, your heart sinks knowing all the turmoil you're going to have to go through just to make it to the hotel without being spotted. All the messing about and hiding you have to do, checking in under a false name at different times. Making sure nobody follows you to the hotel and especially no one follows Chris. Getting caught checking into the same hotel would be dreadful, it wouldn't take a genius for the press to put two and two together, they wouldn't even care if it was true or not as long as they sold copies.

"Right babe, I'm ready to go." You pull your suitcase towards the door, stopping to wrap your arms around Liam.

"Have a good time, I'll see you soon." Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting your feet from the ground in a squeezy hug. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, bye babe."

"Bye. Love you. Let me know when you get checked in." He kisses you goodbye before watching you leave.

"Will do, Love you." You say over your shoulder, climbing into your silver, Audi convertible.

This is the part you hate the most, the part that made you question whether it was all worth it. It was, of course or you wouldn't be doing it, you wouldn't put yourself through having to pretend to be somebody else and praying your not caught by anyone. It only takes one person to notice you and Chris in the same hotel and it's over. You imagine having an affair is hard work whatever your circumstances but when your boyfriend and your lover are as famous as they are it becomes impossible. It's terrifying.

You spent the car journey constantly checking your mirrors and making sure you weren't being followed. A huge sunhat and even bigger sunglasses covering your face as your heart beated faster than you thought was possible. A couple of laps around the hotel, making doubly sure you weren't being followed before you finally pulled into the carpark.

You had to constantly think, you couldn't let your guard drop for even a moment and it was exhausting. You were ready for it to be over and done with now, this just isn't fun anymore. Maybe you could run away together and start a new life somewhere else. Which one would you pick though? Who are you ready to give up? Would there even be an option to choose? Would Liam even be willing to forgive you if he knew you were sleeping with his brother? In love with his brother.

Your heart beating out of your chest, your fight or flight well and truly kicking in now as you walk up to the front desk. If there's any recognition in the receptionists eyes you're ready to turn right around and leave. The girl behind the desk, with long blonde hair has her eyes on the computer In front of her, thankfully not paying you much attention as you stand and wait for her to finish.

"Hi I'd like to book a room for two nights please." You stutter nervously, subconsciously checking over your shoulder while you spoke.

"Of course, is it just for yourself?"

"Yes please, I'm just here for a work conference. I'd like a double bed if possible though, I haven't been able to sleep in a single since I was young." You giggle nervously, embarrassed that you'd told her information she isn't even slightly interested in.

"No problem, I'll see what I have for you." Her eyes barely left her computer as she spoke, she definitely didn't recognise you. The tension in your muscles relaxed a little as your eyes scanned the lobby.

"What name is it please?" She asked, one of the moments you'd been dreading. You hate lying but luckily you'd already come up with the fake name you were using, one you'd already used many times before in the exact same situation. It never gets any easier.

"Jessica Crawley." The names tumbled from your lips, names that had absolutely no meaning to you.

"Room 101, floor 5. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No thank you, that's great." The overwhelming feeling of relief at completing step one without any problems, rushes over you. Adrenaline spiking, making your legs feel like jelly.

"You're welcome, enjoy your stay. Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions." The girl says, smiling sweetly at you before going back to her work.

The elevator seemed to take forever to make its way down to you, your feet shuffling as you watched the numbers above the door, counting down. The overwhelming need to get to privacy and away from the many prying eyes of the people in the lobby was severe. Most were business men and women, that were so consumed in themselves they weren't paying special attention to anyone around them. There were also young couples, making their way through the lobby, probably on their way for lunch but the people that worried you the most were the random loners sat in the armchairs scattered around the lobby. They'd chosen the perfect place to watch, some pretending to read newspapers while their eyes discreetly scanned over the top.

They were much more inquisitive, much like yourself they paid more attention to the people around them. People watchers you liked to call them, these are the sorts of people that make you nervous. They see everything, noticing any minor details, you'd spent a lifetime perfecting 'people watching' which is how you knew to be wary. You could pretty much judge a person's personality just by watching them for a couple of minutes. If anyone was to spot you it would be one of these people. You felt thankful you weren't Chris, there is absolutely no way he was going to make it to the elevator without being seen at least once.

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Chris didn't feel quite as nervous as you, this was a every day occurance in his life, avoiding paparazzi was near impossible for him. As long as you weren't seen going in to the hotel then it wouldn't matter about him being seen. Still, he'd worn his baseball cap and sunglasses to at least try and hide his identity. He wasn't nervous about being seen but more about having to face you after his fuck up last night. Now that thought was way more intimidating to him.

Casually strolling into the hotel, he tried to ignore the whispers of the people around him. People questioning if it was really him, young girls barely out of high school giggling at the sight of him. Chris quietly prayed that he would make it up to the room without anyone asking for a photo, not that he usually minded but today all he wanted was to spend every possible minute with you as he could.

The receptionist tried to make a fuss when his identity was confirmed during check in. The pale skin of the same blonde girl who'd checked you in, had turned a rather bright shade of red when she heard Chris' sexy Australian accent. You wouldn't blame her, it still makes you swoon whenever you heard him speak.

"I'm fine honestly, I don't want any special treatment. Actually if I could get away with going completely unnoticed during my stay, I will speak to your boss myself and tell them how accomodating you'd been."

"Oh wow, really? Thank you so much Mr Hemsworth. I will make sure nobody bothers you and if you need anything at all just give me a call, I'll make sure you won't have to leave your room for anything." Chris smiled, pretending not to notice how she seemed to be flirting with him, badly. Tossing her hair over shoulder as she insinuated not so subtly for him to let her know if he wanted any 'special' treatment. Again, you don't blame the girl, infact you would've commended her confidence.

She handed over the keys to the penthouse, watching bright eyed as he walked to the elevator, pulling out his phone as he stepped straight in.

"Hi babe, I've booked the penthouse suite, meet me up there?" Smiling a tight lipped smile at the girl behind the desk, who was still watching him intently as the elevator doors closed.

"Ok, it isn't very inconspicuous staying in the penthouse is it?" You shouldn't be surprised, he does it everytime. You remember the first time you ever saw a penthouse and how amazed you were that it was actually bigger than your own home at the time. That was a memory you shared with Liam, all of your first times had been with Liam, the thought made your heart sink.

"I mean they knew who I was as soon as I walked in, I think it would look more suspicious if I didn't stay in a suite." Chris answered, pulling you from your thoughts.

"I suppose that's true, I'll be up soon." You could hear the sadness in your voice, something you had to snap out of before meeting Chris.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you."

Sinking back onto the spongey mattress of your bed, tiredness washing over you already. The mental exhaustion of constantly having to play games and be on your guard at all times, catching up to you as you're finally alone.

Maybe that's what you need afterall, a chance to be alone to gather your thoughts, to workout your own needs and wants without spreading your attention between the two brothers.

You make a mental list of the pros and cons of both of them knowing deep down if Liam were the one for you, you'd have never have looked twice at Chris. They were so similar in a lot of ways but completely different in others.

Liam was the sweetest man you knew, so gentle and caring, attentive to your every whim and being so young when you first got together he was everything you were looking for.

Now being a woman that has gone through so much trauma in her life that had tainted your soul, darkened it with a lust for more.

Then Chris came along, he was still sweet and caring but less attentive to your needs unless it was in the bedroom. He was cheeky and funny, drop dead gorgeous and oozing manliness effortlessly. He was fire and passion. He was more.

If you let yourself admit it, you wanted excitement, which is how you ended up here in the first place. You didn't want perfect anymore, you wanted a man who could do wrong and then make up for it in the most fulfilling way he knew how. Just thinking about it made your pulse race, Chris had put you through hell last night and now it was time for payback. You imagined Chris only a couple of floors above you, worried about the way you were going to act when you saw him and lord knows how much you're going to make him sweat.

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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quick message! unlike on my wattpad, i’m not doing a character introduction chapter on here. so heads up for he/they armin and she/they sasha!! those are just my personal headcanons i included into the story :) also, i wrote this a LONG time ago. i posted this on my wattpad on 2/24/21. i apologize in advance for any errors. i do plan to re-edit a lot of things regarding this fic in the future.

"She's coming back tomorrow," Jean said casually while pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. You choked on your breakfast. Armin took a worried glance at your coughing form from across the table.

"Sorry." You hacked.

"Mikasa is?" Eren peeked his head through the bathroom doorway as he looked away from the mirror.

"Yeah, I'm going to pick her up from the airport tomorrow night." Jean put down the pot of coffee and took a sip from his hot mug.

"Why so sudden?" Armin put down his book on the table in front of his plate.

"She spoke to me about it briefly. said there was something she needed to do when she got here. I'm just as shocked as you are. I didn't think she'd be back any time soon" Jean brushed the crumbs off his hands and put his plate in the sink.

"How can you all be so calm about this? Did you hear him? Mikasa is coming home tomorrow. She left nearly two years ago! She's finally coming back and none of you are freaking out? She didn't even say why exactly she was coming back." You stood up and threw your hands in the air. Suddenly you lost your appetite.

"No need to get all bent out of shape, Y/n. You act like we haven't seen her in ten years." Eren said with a hair tie in his mouth as he grew impatient with his long and tangled mess of hair.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously, but she left for a reason. Even when she gets here, will she still want to play with us? Her absence from the band has taken a toll on everyone, and our audience was less than pleased when she announced her vacation, or rather when I announced her vacation." You start pacing in the living room.

Armin's eyes followed you as you moved. "I hope she does, but it's unlikely. I recall her saying she never wanted to see Jean again. I doubt she'll want to play with him here." He theorized.

"Well, she did call me to say she was coming back so I don't think she's still very upset with me." Jean finished off his coffee and tucked his hair behind his ears. "It happened two years ago, after all."

"I hope she's doing better. It's not like we've heard much from her since she left. I have to clean this house! Oh god, it's a mess! You boys are pigs." You said frantically.

Eren snickered. "Well, it looks like you haven't gotten over your little crush."

"Shut it, Jaeger. I'm doing fine and, frankly, that's none of your business." Still pacing, you held your stomach as the nervous feeling grew.

"Yeah, it sure looks like you're fine." His lips pulled into a grin as he rolled his eyes.

"I think I'm going to faint."

"Do you need to lie down? You look a bit pale." Armin stood up and came to my side.

"I think I'll take a nap."

"You just woke up, smarty. Going back to bed already?" Jean chuckled. "I'm going to Marco's place. See you losers later."

A chorus of 'bye, Jeans' sounded throughout the room when he left through the garage door.

"Y/n, were you serious about cleaning the house? Because I have to go and I really don't want to clean so-"

"Yeah, Eren. You can leave, I don't care."

"You're the best! Thank you!" Eren chirped and practically skipped through the door.

"I have nowhere to be. So I guess I'll stick with you here." Armin smiled. "Do you need help with anything?"

"I'll be fine, thanks. Just nervous is all." You wrung your hands and blinked several times.

"Okay, I'll be in the office if you need anything." Armin patted your shoulder and left you alone in the large living room.

You quickly got to cleaning the house in a nervous frenzy, deep in thought. Mikasa had left one night almost two years ago after a heated situation between her and Jean that ultimately resulted in their breakup and Mikasa leaving the band with only a painful note left behind.

Apparently, there was more to the breakup than you knew, but Jean kept what we didn't hear to himself for Mikasa's sake. Essentially, Mikasa caught Jean and Marco together at a party Eren threw for his nineteenth birthday. You were with her when she saw them.

You and Mikasa were having a silly conversation in the long hallway in front of the dining room. Mikasa stopped looking at you and started focusing on something behind you. her small smile dropped. "and that's why I never- hey Mikasa? You okay? What are you looking at?" You stopped telling your story and became more concerned for your friend.

Confused, you turned around. You gasped loudly. "Oh Mikasa, I'm so sorry." You reached a hand out to her but she left the hall quickly. "Don't worry about it, Y/n. It's not a big deal." You watched her speedwalk up the stairs with her hand covering her mouth.

You confronted Jean calmly, not wanting to disturb the party, despite being furious. "Hey, Jean. the world can see you, dickbag. And so did your girlfriend. Have fun explaining this to her. She went upstairs. Find her yourself. If you even care enough to do so." You spat and darted away from them.

"Wait, Y/n!" Jean pushed past people as you swiftly made your way through the crowd in an attempt to find Eren. Normally, you'd look for Armin, but he was out of town for the night. You got to the kitchen and desperately glanced around. Jean took hold of your arm before you could get any farther. He turned you to face him and took note of your angry expression. "I'm sorry. let me explain."

You shoved him away from you. "Don't apologize to me. Don't explain anything to me. Tell it to your girlfriend. I'm finding Eren and ending this shitty party early. Frankly, Jean, I don't care what excuse you have." You kicked off your heels in a random spot and continued the search for your friend. Jean tried to follow you at first but gave up.

You pushed through crowds looking everywhere for Eren. "Where is he? Eren I need you," You muttered. You caught a glimpse of dark hair being pulled out of an updo. You took a sharp turn and bumped into someone. You fell backward on the floor and rubbed your side that you fell on. "Ouch."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!" A girl with multiple party foods in her arms shouted apologetically. She hastily set down her collection and helped you up. I took a quick look around the room, Eren wasn't there. The brunette in front of me tilted her head. "Are you looking for someone? I can help you find them to make up for bumping into you. Hey, you're really pretty. Are you the guitarist from that band? Wait, so you live here? Oh no, I bumped into someone famous! Connie and Niccolo are gonna freak out when I tell them! I'm Sasha by the way. Your name is Y/n right?"

Taken aback by her rambling, and the fact that she recognized you, you stuttered for a bit before gaining your composure. "Yeah, I'm looking for a friend, actually. And that's me. I live here."

Sasha grinned. "Cool! Who are you looking for? I might know them." She linked her arm through yours and pulled you to the outside deck.

"I'm looking for Eren. Uh- Jaeger. My friend Eren Jaeger. I need to find him." Your voice sounded shaky.

"Me and him were partners in Professor Hange's science class back in high school! He invited me since we go way back." She opened the door and stepped outside. "Hey Y/n, you sound upset. Did something happen?" She unhooked your arm from hers and put her hands on your shoulders with a concerned stare. You were on the brink of tears and didn't want to cry in front of a stranger, but when you heard the caution in her tone you couldn't help but let some tears escape.

"Hey! Hey, hey Y/n, don't cry now. We'll find Eren." She pulled you in for a hug and you slowly accepted it. You weren't even the one who got cheated on yet you were the one crying. You were worried about the band. You were worried about the fight Eren and Jean were sure to get in. You were worried about what Armin would think. But most importantly, you were worried about Mikasa.

The thought of her locking herself in a room upstairs alone after what happened was enough to make you feel sick. You had to find Eren and end the party. You had to keep him calm once he found out. A part of you had always hoped they would break up, and you always felt extremely guilty about it, but you never hoped it would end in a way that hurt them both.

You quietly sobbed into sasha's clothed shoulder, definitely staining her frilly dress. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now." You stepped away and wiped your eyes several times.

"No, don't apologize. You don't have to tell me what happened, either. Let's go find Eren, yeah?" She gently took my face in her hands and wiped away at my tears. She hooked her arm through mine again as we continued our search for Eren.

We finally found him after looking for a good fifteen minutes. He was sitting alone on the front porch with a beer in hand, his hair a ragged mess. He took a swig of it and scowled at the taste. Sasha nodded to you and left you alone with him. You opened the glass door and stood awkwardly behind him.

"Hey, Eren."

"The party's inside." He said bitterly.

"I know." You sat down next him and smoothed out your dress in the process. "What are you doing out here at your own party? I've been looking for you everywhere."

He sighed. "I heard what happened. with Jean and Mikasa. He went looking for her so I assume he's found her, that was thirty minutes ago, give or take. I needed a break and came out here."

You let your head slump on his shoulder. He let out another long sigh. "I saw it happen. She ran upstairs so I came looking for you. I figured once I told you, you could end the party. That sounds ridiculous now, considering how many people came." You let out a dry laugh and felt him laugh along with you. His head rested on top of yours and he placed a gentle kiss on it.

"What are we gonna do now, Y/n? There’s no chance this'll go over well. The band could be ruined.” He paused and sighed. “I bet Armin would know what to do right about now."

"I bet he would." You took Eren's hand in yours. "I don't even want to think about what could happen."

"Neither do I. Do you want to stay out here a little while longer? We can go back in later." Eren offered.

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

posted: 8/23/21

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co written and edited by @iama

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Pairing :: idol!/soulmate!Jimin x soulmate!reader

Warnings :: swearing, culture crash, hinting to smut, Jimin is kinda an ass in this chapter not gonna lie.

a/n :: I know this chapter has taken forever to be posted, but I really struggled with finishing this chapter. It never felt right nor was it fun to write. Luckily the lovely and kind @iama offered help. She is basically the only reason why I was able to finish this chapter. Show her lots of love, because don't think I would even have continued this story without her💕

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Chapter 3

You were wrong.

He was way more nervous than you.

He was so nervous in fact, that his hands started to shake as soon as you had turned around to face him instead of looking at him through the mirror that hanged at the elevator wall. You could see the sweat starting to form at his hairline and his neck as soon as you got eye contact with him. He looked like he was about to do a job interview with the devil.

” are you okay?”

He didn't express his answer with words, only a quick nod with his head. His gaze switched between his feet and your eyes. He didn't dare to hold his gaze on you for too long though, only for a few seconds before it fell to the ground again.

The ding of the elevator door brought him more confidence. The doors started too slowly close. You were too afraid to step out or do anything about the closing doors, scared that the sudden move would scare him even more. But you didn't need to do anything anyway, before the doors would get a chance to close, he stepped forward and put his foot in between the sliding doors, making the elevator doors open.

You noticed how closer he was to you now. So close that you could see all the small imperfections on his face. The small blackheads decorating his nose, the slight redness on his ears, the pimple that was starting to form at the center of his forehead, and the small and almost invisible black hairs on his upper lip and chin. He was still the most beautiful person you had ever seen, no one else could compare, not even Mrs. Kim.

He put his right hand up to drag it through his hair once, the sweat at his hairline being dragged back into his hair. You could see him having an internal debate, he was trying to say something, you could tell by the way his mouth would slightly open before closing again.

” come, I made food for you.”

His accent was heavy, but he pronounced every word with such precision that you had no problem understanding what he was trying to say.

He said come once more and made hand gestures to follow him out into the hallway instead of just standing in the middle of the elevator. He started walking backward to make sure that you followed him completely out. He didn't take his eyes off you anymore, almost like you would suddenly disappear if he did.

” sure, yeah, I am not that hungry though so I hope you haven't put too much effort into this.”

He shakes his head up and down, it made you unsure if he had truly understood the whole sentence you had said. You had to remind yourself to speak clearly, simple, and slow from now on. Junseo’s words on your mind. You had to make Jimin comfortable and make him feel good about his language skills. You didn't want him to feel bad about himself or make him think that you don't appreciate his time and effort in learning a new language for you.

You had zooned out for a moment, letting your thoughts go back to your and Junseo’s conversation in the airport lounge. You haven't even seen Jimin’s attempt to take your hand in his. You had only seen his begging eyes filled to the brim with hope. He let out a small whine, only then did you see his right hand only a few centimeters away from your left hand.

You know what he is trying to do.

He already has the connection with you. And you know that the distance between you two is killing him at the moment. But you also know that as soon as you touch him the link will start to form for you too. And you didn't know if you were ready to feel Jimin’s emotions, heartbeat, and distance. And maybe that was selfish of you, as he was only standing a few centimeters away from you with tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. But you weren't ready for that commitment yet. You wanted a little more freedom exploring your new hometown without having your heart explode in pain due to the distance you would put between you and him. And you wanted to see him with clear eyes before the soulmate bond made you completely blind. You wanted to fall in love without the bond.

” please.”

Jimin’s desperate voice brought you back from your thoughts. You met his eyes once again. He had let his tears fall. Straining his cheeks and neck. The foundation he was wearing washed away with the continuous flow of tears. The sweat on his body was not helping him either. He looked like a mess, a beautiful mess, but still a mess.

You saw that his patience was running out. His eyes went from sad and desperate to aggressive in a matter of seconds. He must have thought that enough was enough, as he started to close the small distance between you. You tried to take a big step back but was met with the closed elevator door blocking your path. The metal door slightly shook when your back met with it.

He was breathing hard, his whole-body damp with sweat. The thin white clothing he was wearing was sticking to his skin making you able to see his trained stomach and arms. On his rib was a tattoo that stood out against the rest of his olive skin. You couldn't tell what was written, but you saw that the tattoo was made up of big bold letters. You wondered what meaning it had to him.

He started walking towards you, only letting a few centimeters be between you. He placed his right arm beside your head on the door. You could see his fist tightening from the corner of your eye.

He looks completely out of it. And even though you haven't known him for long, you could still tell that this wasn't him. This is the bond playing with his mind.

“Jimin, just relax I am going to touch you soon, just give me more time.”

He tilted his head back, his neck on full display for you his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, he then took a deep breath in and out.

” say my name again.” he said with lust dripping from his voice.

Both of you had only gotten your letters four days ago, this reaction shouldn't be happening unless you had gone well over a week without each other after receiving your letters. You wondered if it was an option to call Junseo and tell him Jimin had gone crazy, but you know he wouldn't be here in time to save you from Jimin’s touch.

” Jimin, just take a step back and-.”

He didn’t let you finish though. He let his head fall to your shoulder with his nose turned towards your neck. He let out a long moan. His hands made its way around your waist, squeezing your flesh.

You felt the bond start immediately. The first thing you could feel was his heartbeat inside you beating slow and steady. Then the utterly content feeling of being in his arms hit you with such an overwhelming strength that when his emotion came, you didn't know how to handle it. You instantly felt your knees give out and sweat starting to form at your back. His hands were the only thing keeping you standing at this point.

” hush jagiya.” he whispered into your neck.

His emotions we're overwhelming you. You could feel the love, happiness, admiration, craving, and excitement. You didn't know it was possible to feel so many emotions at the same time before now.

You didn't understand how it was possible to live with this connection nor did you understand how men could live their whole lives while feeling someone else inside them. It had to be torturing to live like this without the other person beside you. You started to understand Jimin’s reaction to you standing in front of him. You feel the desperate need to be close to him, but you know the feeling isn't coming from you. It was coming from him.

“ You are thinking (y/n). Stop thinking, only me now.”

You could feel his lust strong and heavy through the bond. It came in waves, the next one always stronger than the one before. He was pressing his hips into your stomach. You could feel his hard erection grinding into you. It came to a point where you didn't know if it was your lust or his lust you were feeling.

” Jimin I need you to back off. We can go inside and talk about this, you don't want to have sex only a couple of minutes after meeting me, I promise. It’s only the bond getting to your head.”

He shakes his head a little, not leaving the warmth of your neck.

” No, don't want not touch you.”

He was struggling more to put together his sentences now that the lust had taken over his mind.

Okay, let's try a different approach (y/n). You can be mad and tell him off later.

” I am hungry, let's eat together Jimin.”

It seemed to work because you could slowly feel the lust start to fade. It was replaced with confusion then realization.

You were left with completely soaked underwear as the only reminder to what happened only a second before.

Jimin slowly lifted his head from your shoulder, brushing his jawline and chin against your cheek in the process of doing so.

His hands remained on your body. Feeling every single curve, squeezing, and pulling.

He looked like a mess. Dried tears, sweat, and heavy breathing. Still you thought it wasn't possible to find someone cuter than him after he started to smile from ear to ear.

” I made food for you.”

You could feel the pride through the bond. He was proud of himself and it made your heart warm. You couldn't help the smile that made its way on your face.

” yeah I know, let's eat Jimin. I am really excited to see what you have made.”

He nodded happily, the smile never leaving his face. Then he took a small step back, his hands slowly leaving your waist and hips alone. But just a second after his hands left you, his right hand made its way into your left. He struggled a little with making you understand that he wanted your fingers to be intertwined, but we’re more than happy once you finally understood what he was trying to do.

” come, come, come.” He said while he was tugging on your hand.

You followed him through the hallway. You didn't realize before now, but you were already in his apartment. The elevator had taken you straight into his home. The painting of him and six other men on the wall was enough confirmation on that.

You tried to take in as much as possible while he was dragging you deeper into his home. This was the place you would be spending all your time for the next weeks. So, you tried your best to make a map in your head of where everything was placed and where all the different rooms were as he dragged you through every corner of his home. He had even made sure to show you all the different drawers and all of its content in every single room. You tried your best not to laugh as he showed you where his underwear and socks were located, but it was hard not to. He likely felt the embarrassment and awkwardness through the bond, because he became red and flustered only a few seconds later. It made you a little sad, seeing him so proud of his neatly folded boxers only to become embarrassed because of your embarrassment.

Was this a cultural thing for Koreans. Show your soulmate how tidy and clean you are?

The living room was undoubtedly the room that impressed you the most. The huge windows made up the whole wall for both this and the next floor. The view of Seoul was impossible to ignore, even though you were standing far away from the windows.

Beautiful white stairs were on both sides of the living room, leading up to the second floor. The second floor considered of only a few paintings and sculptures with 4 different doors leading to bedrooms and bathrooms.

The kitchen and living room were made into one room, giving the already huge room an even more open feeling. There were small details placed everywhere, it made you wonder if he has hired someone to design his home or if he did it himself.

The kitchen was modern but still gave you a warm feeling. There were several different plants placed throughout the kitchen, it looked like some of them were herbs, but you could be wrong. You could only really tell after smelling them.

There was a huge dining table behind you decorated with many beautiful plates filled with all different kinds of food that you have never seen before. The smell of all the different dishes was filling the room with the smell of different spices you didn't know what was. It was exotic and exciting.

” Namjoon-Hyung and Jin-Hyung help me make food.”

You have to admit, he was extremely cute when he tried to put his sentences together. All that focus on such a cute little face.

” that’s very nice of them Jimin.”

He let your hand go only to put his hands around your waist to push the two of you towards the table filled with all the goods.

Then you saw it. On small pink cards were the names and descriptions of each and every dish written in English. He picked up one of them and said the name in Korean before using the pink card as a script to describe to you what everything was.

He really had planned everything.

It has been a few hours since you first arrived at Jimin’s apartment. He had made you taste each and every dish he had prepared and tried his best to explain what they all were. He also held a small chopsticks course for you to try to make it easier for you to pick up the food. However, not everything was easy to pick up with chopsticks, so everything you couldn't manage to get with your chopsticks we're fed to you by Jimin.

Jimin seems like a nice guy, the only problem is the fact that he touched you without permission. You tried not to let the feeling of betrayal and annoyance get through the bond, but it was awkward just sitting with him and pretending nothing had happened. He had no idea that he did something wrong either. You would have felt it through the bond. Or maybe he was an extremely good actor and a master of keeping his feelings to himself. It made sense; he has been able to practice for many years. You were the newbie to this.

You didn't know how you could explain to him that what he did was wrong, with the little words he knew in English. It would only lead to confusion. And you didn't want to have another person translate this awkward but unfair situation either. This was between you and him, and you will have a conversation with him about it, just not right now or anytime soon.

He looked happy though, really happy. You could also feel it through the bond. He was happy, but you felt another feeling too. You couldn't pinpoint it, but it felt like a fear of disappointment. But then again it could be your feeling. You didn't understand how to separate your feeling and his feelings yet. Right now, it just felt like one. It was distracting, not to know your own feelings anymore. The only thing you could focus on was trying to separate them from each other.

Jimin didn't seem to mind you spacing out all the time. The only thing he cared about was that his body was touching yours at all times. He had brought you around the apartment to show you all the different rooms, never letting go of your hand. There were three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a dance/ gym, a huge kitchen and living room area, and a mini-cinema room. The mini cinema was perhaps your favorite room and probably where you would spend most of your time. It was simple and cute. Not anything fancy or luxurious, just a projector and a small couch with lots of blankets and pillows.

Nothing in his insanely big apartment was overwhelmingly luxurious. Everything in his home had a purpose and nothing was screaming ’rich guy with too much money that doesn't know what the hell to use it on’. It made you a lot more comfortable, knowing that he wasn't one to show off.

You had gotten into a little argument about the sleeping arrangement after he explained that his room was also your room now. You had tried to explain to him that you wanted one of the guest rooms for the time being, but he didn't seem to understand what was wrong about his room. You hadn't searched for any information about Korean soulmate culture before coming here, even though that would have been good information to have right now.

You gave yourself a mental note to make some research on what was normal here.

You already knew that there would likely be some culture crashes here and there. Especially when it came to soulmate culture. Your country had lots of laws protecting the woman's right under the process of newly matched soulmates. And in your culture, it was normal for the woman not wanting to be touched the first day or even week. It was also completely normal for the woman to sleep in a different room the first few weeks as it's kinda awkward to sleep beside someone you don't know, even if they were your soulmate.

You guessed Korea's soulmate culture was much more straight forward. He forcefully touched you even though you practically begged him not to. And he is expecting you to sleep beside him tonight. It was hard not to be mad, but then again this was presumably just another culture crash. And you knew you and Jimin would face a lot of problems connected to cultural differences.

This would be a learning process for both of you. You knew that. You would just have to talk, listen, and agree to disagree with a lot of things. That's the only way this would work.

He just had to learn better English first. So that both of you knew what you were agreeing to disagree on. Or maybe you just had to learn Korean.

The night arrived faster than you wanted it too. You and Jimin had been spending almost the whole day on the big couch in the living room, talking about the past, present, and future. A lot of Google translate we're involved but also a lot of hand gestures and weird sounds. The both of you were able to communicate on a basic level but still have deep and meaningful conversations. It made you relieved and hopeful for the future.

It was only when he suggested the both of you to go to bed to sleep that you started to lose a little of that hope you had previously gotten.

” No.”

That stupid little shithead.

”Lisen, it only for a couple of weeks, until we get to know each other better. Besides, it's not like I am going to sleep in a different house. I am literally on the other side of that wall!”

He just shakes his head continuously while you talked. He was leaning on the side of the doorframe to his room. His arms were folded making his muscles pop and his brows furrowed harshly on his forehead. He did not look pleased with your request.

” No.”

You didn't get what the problem was. You would get to see each other in the morning. You had gotten the impression that Koreans were practically the most respectful people on the earth. Mrs. Kim was a walking example of that. Jet here he was, acting like the biggest drama queen in the universe

” Just give me one night to myself Jimin. Please, I am too tired to fight about this now. I have literally been on a plane for a whole day. Don't do this to me.”

His posture didn't change one bit. Arms still folded and brows still pulled tight together.

” I say no.”

He unfolds his arms so that he could point towards the king-sized bed in his room. His whole arm we're flexing. You feel his frustration growing larger by the seconds.

” This is your bed.”

Then he used the same finger to point to the bed in the room you had tried to sneak into only a few minutes before.

” That is for friend. Not soulmate.”

He was stubborn as hell. You weren't necessarily known for being the most patient woman, but you thanked God for giving you enough of it to not start screaming on the guy standing in front of you.

” Jimin, please just-.”

He didn't give you more time to try to convince him. One of his hands went around you back and the other around the bend of your knees. Everything had happened so fast that you didn't even realize what was happening before he was placing you carefully down on his bed. The soft bed sank a little by your weight.

He didn't say anything, just turned around and walked straight into his closet. Seconds later he appeared with a baggy white shirt and a pair of boxers. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and gave you the two items. He looked more relaxed now that you were laying on his bed. His eyes were kind, and his arms were no longer flexing with the frustration he previously had.

” You change to this, is more comfortable.”

two people can play the game you are playing Jimin. Don't think otherwise.

” No.”

You instantly felt the confusion through the bond, but it was quickly replaced with frustration. His mouth opened and it looked like he was ready to scold you. But it never came. He closes his mouth again and looked down on his feet nodding a few times.

” Okay.”

He stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. His side of the bed. Then turned off the lights. You could hear him taking off his skirt and pants, but the room was too dark to see him actually doing it. Then you felt the covers being lifted before his wight we're evenly placed along the bed.

He was going to sleep without another word. Letting you lay on top of the covers in your not so comfortable jumpsuit.

Maybe you should have just done what he asked. Because there was no way you would be able to fall asleep in your jumpsuit. You would just have to wait until you were certain that the man beside you were fast asleep before changing. You didn't want him to know that you did as he told you to.

One thing was for sure. You were not going to sleep without knowing more about Korean Soulmate culture. So you took your phone out of your pocket ready to search every corner of the internet for information.

After many hours of researching on Korean soulmate etiquette, you fell asleep determined that night that you would confront Jimin tomorrow.

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IV. Sorry, My Dear

⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️

The following story contains themes of suicidal thoughts and addiction. Please do not read if you find these themes triggering in any way. Read this post before reading this piece of FICTION

Have you heard the story of the guy,

Who decided not to die?

"Another day at the office...another day in hell." Jae mumbled to himself. The black lettering seemed never ending as he moved page after page.

Everyone was long gone and he was left with his thoughts that reflected the current state of his desk: scattered and full on unwanted words.

"Come on, Jae. Let's go get drinks with Boss." Jae had mimicked the voices of the other associates that worked in the office today. "No. I'm good. Got to finish this work. Beep-boop-boop." He moved his arms in a robot-like fashion.

"Look at me. Working me life away. Jaehyun. That's my name." He moved the papers in random places. This would be Jae's 4th breakdown this week where he needed to tell himself to hold on until tomorrow.

Johnnny looked on in concern from behind the entrance wall. "No good, Jaehyun. Don't wear it out." Jae's hands waves over his head in a dramatic fashion as he pushed himself around in his wheeled office chair.

It wasn't until Johnny saw Jae's hands form into a gun shape that he intervened in the middle of his best friend's scary emotional outburst.

"Jae! There you are!" He rushed over and punched his friend's arm. The look in Jaehyun's eyes made Johnny uneasy. It looked like he had been caught which made him break more. "You almost finished? I wanted to catch a movie with you and maybe have a hangout night," Jae was taken aback by the energy outburst at 2 am.

He could only look at Johnny's excited face from where he sat in his chair, strands of hair obstructing only pieces of his vision. "I got the new Call of Duty and PubG for the console." Johnny's hands rummaged in his pockets till he pulled out his phone, his eyebrows wiggling fiercely. "It's only...2:17. We got all the time in the world."

Johnny picked up Jae's suit jacket that was thrown over the cubicle wall and the younger boy's heavy bag. "I'll drive." Johnny pulled Jae up and turned off his lamp.

They were in the darkness of the office and Jae was still shocked that he was caught before he got worse.

"What do you wanna eat? Steak? McDonald's? Junk food?" Johnny's rambling was tuned out of Jae's mind. He followed the taller man willingly down and out of the office building and to his familiar car.

"Uh...doesn't matter." Was the first thing that came out of Jaehyun's mouth. "Then we'll get everything." Johnny's laugh made Jae's heart swell with hope for the first time in weeks.

'Maybe next time,' he thought, 'I'll hang out with Johnny one last time.'

The car ride was filled with laughter and being in the cold air surrounding the both of them.

Johnny still wonders to this day what would've happened if he didn't walk in the time he did. He had been called to pick up the paperwork from Jae's desk but was met with a sad reality.

Jaehyun wanted to escape reality.

Just kill me in my sleep,

Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen

This was it...this was the day. He's written the letters and found a place to go calmly. He was in a euphoric sense that nothing really mattered anymore.

He had been on cloud 9 all week as he's happily been overworked and no one ever asked how he had been doing.

Right now, he was just driving. Driving to take in his home city one last time.

The sun was setting when he came to Han River Park. The clusters of happy people congregated in small bursts of happiness and 'its okay' and 'everything will be alright's.

He parked and stood at the grass's edge. He took deep breaths as the air swept across his body calmly. "Everything is so beautiful." He whispered to himself as he watched the birds dance across the water with such grace.

The lump in his throat that made it home was beginning to ache. Yet, he swallowed his pride and continued looking over the people who would continue their own story's even after his had reached the end. The credits would roll and everyone would walk away from the theater without a second thought.

"I mean. I get that's it's pretty. But I haven't seen someone cry at the scenery since my last romance movie." He was snapped out of reality to see a girl standing next to him.

"Excuse me?" Was all he could manage to get out.

You chuckled, sticking your hand out. "Y/n." You introduced yourself and he was trying to not shake your hand, look the other way, and leave without another word being exchanged.

"Jaehyun." His actions spoke for him as he reached his hand out to meet yours. Your hand was soft and warm in his. A warmness and calm he hasn't felt in a while.

"I'm gonna go get some ice cream. Wanna come?" You barely knew him and we're asking him to accompany you to a sweet treat. "You don't know me." Jae got defensive, his arms crossing over his chest.

"I could be a murderer and you invited me for ice cream?" His questions had your face turn up. "Well I'm sure that murderers like ice cream too. So let's go." You grabbed his arm and pulled him down the long stretch of concrete. You walked and tried to match your steps with his long strides. Your arm cutely wrapped around his as you walked.

"So tell me about yourself, Mr. Jaehyun."

He figured living was just easier than falling really high

"We need to clean." You whined while rolling around in the vast bed full of messed up sheets and a relaxing Jaehyun. "Not now. I just wanna cuddle." He grabbed your body and held you close.

"No. We've been cuddling all day. We need to clean." You got up and pulling at his hands. "You can clean the closet and I can clean the rest of the room. Then cuddles." You reasoned and he groaned as he got up, giving into your wishes.

"Fine." He automatically sat on the ground and opened your shared closet doors.

"I'll be tidying up around here." You ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head sweetly. "If you need anything just shout." He called as you exited the room to probably start on the kitchen.

Box after box of paperwork and more paperwork from the last 10 years of working in his like of work.

Your singing could be heard through your house as you comedically sang some of the greatest hits. His laughter broke through the apartment when your own voice shook with laughs.

He came upon some photo books with Polaroids of you and him. The last 2 years had been lived in a heaven like state. He hadn't touched alcohol and drugs like he was earlier in his life...before you changed him.

His physical and mental growth were apparent in the pictures as he flipped through the pages. Your hand drawn hearts and small journal entries under some photos had his heart beating rapidly with joy.

He put the book next to his side to look at later with you. His hand came across an unmarked cardboard photo box that had a thin layer of dust on it.

He jiggled the lid off and was met with envelopes. The letters. His notes to his bosses and his friends apologizing for what he was about to do.

Apologizing for the mess they were going to have to clean up in his apartment and in the office where his files would never be filed. Apologizing for giving up so easily and not serving out the rest of his life like he had sworn. Apologizing for not being strong enough to ask for help when he really tried to make it obvious. Apologizing to whoever had to find him after it was all said and done.

Apologizing for not saying goodbye.

"Hey. Do we have any tile cle- oooo letters. Who are they to?" Your voice had made Jae jump like when Johnny caught him that dark night in the office. Like he was caught doing and thinking stuff he shouldn't be.

"No one. Me. In 50 years. Y'know," he shrugged, tossing them back in the box and throwing them in the closet and standing up quickly, "time capsule thing me and the guys did." He shrugged it off and you could only nod.

"Well that's cool. Can't wait to see how you've grown." Your smile had his own lips mimicking in want. Wanting to have your blissful ignorance of what those letters really were.

"Oh yeah. Do we have any more tile cleaner?" You asked and he lead you out to the closet where he scowered the top shelves in search for the cleaning supply.

"You can have it. For a kiss." He held it above his head. You waste no time in kissing his cheek and pulling on his arm till you grabbed the cleaner and ran. His laughs chased your own as you both wrestled for a while.

Both of you laid on the living room carpet, just enjoying the close presence.

His heart was at peace.

I'm okay,

I feel a little bit sick

You had began to notice how Jae had been getting more dull. A year had passed since the night you pointed out the letters. It began to go all down hill from there.

He gave you the same love and affection he usually did, but his eyes held no emotion to big events outside. Alcohol had started to replace meals and sleep.

"Jae you need to eat." You laid a hand on his shoulder softly. "I'm actually going to go grab a drink with some of the boys." And like that. He was out of the apartment. Yet, everytime he came stumbling in the front door with a stench that could repel nuclear waste, you nurses him into bed. Setting an aspirin and water next to his head. Most nights didn't wrap up until 4 am when you knew he was home safe.

You slept with your arms wrapped strongly around his body, afraid he would try to get up and leave to drink again without you noticing.

Mornings would be a rough time as you awoke to a sick Jaehyun who couldn't tell left from right. You were there were comforting words and endless services if bet only asked.

His guilt ate at his chest till there was a free falling feeling that would cease when he took his first shot.

He knew he was getting bad again. He knew he needed to get help but everytime he woke up to face an aspirin and a cool glass of water, the guilt made him drink even more the next night.

He sometimes wished you would leave him to make this easier on you. He wished you would fall out of love and go to bed before he got home.

He wished you didn't introduce yourself in the first place.

But have you heard,

The story of the guy who decided not to die?

Jaehyun got clean again. He started being more present in reality and eventually returned to normal. Sometimes he did get carried away with the alcohol but you were there to help him put down the bottle.

He started openly hanging out with his friends in large gatherings where he didn't mind starting the conversation. He got addicted on life again.

You were all out on a big dinner. You and the other women of the mafia men gathered in the social room while Jae and his closest friends talked and joked around in the parlor.

"Want another drink?" Mark asked as he nudged Jae's elbow. "No I'm okay. I hit my limit for the night."

His friends were the most supportive people that he originally thought wouldn't be. Once be reached his limit, they all switched to fruity drinks followed by water. "So I need your guys' help with something." Jae smiled, taking the blue chalk and rubbing it on the worn end of the billiard's stick.

"What's up, dude?" Johnny asked and all the boys tuned into Jaehyun and his request. "I want to propose to y/n." He said and the room automatically erupted in shouts and cheers. "Sssshhhh." He tried to shush everyone. They remembered the presence of the women in the building and quickly shut up.

"Y/n said she wanted a wedding in the flower fields about.." Jae recalled the previous conversation he had with you. "2 hours from here?" He said and Hyuck automatically knew which ones he was talking about. "It's going to have to be a spring wedding!" He said excitedly and grabbing a pad of paper and a pen from his pocket.

"Alright, lover boy, spill." He said knocking all of the pool balls out of the way, "hey we were playing!" Doyoung protested and Hyuck could only write down the location of the fields, "I'm helping our brother get a wife. Go play with your balls somewhere else." He back handed which caused the room to erupt in laughter.

"Okay. Now. I'm going to need time to get the catering. I'm thinking pork," Hyuck rambled writing down the possible ideas, "or is she more of a chicken person?" he continued which caused some of the boys to chuckle at the wedding-excited nature no one knew Hyuck possessed in himself.

"Also I need to find a cake. I would make it myself but we all know that these beautiful hands would be wrinkly by the time I'm done icing cake for 500 people-" "500?!" Jae said loudly which caused Johnny to slap a hand over his younger friends mouth. "Well duh. That's a minimum." Donghyuck shook his head, drawing a picture of what the cake needed to look like. "amateur."

"I need to get the ring first." Jae said quietly and Taeyong piped in. "Don't even worry about it. I'll take you in the morning to the jewler's to pick out the bands and diamonds. Maybe you could get an engagement ring with her birth stone then the real ring with yours and your wedding band could have hers." Taeyong started rambling ideas, Hyuck writing lightning speed on the pad of paper.

"I call doing the gifts!" Mark and Jungwoo said at the same time. "I'm nominating myself as the planner." Hyuck said writing the roles down. "I'll get the tuxes for us." Taeil nominated himself for the job with a smile. "We need to get Yuta and the rest of the boys up here!" Doyoung brought up a good point.

"Yuta will just bring baby supplies. We're not telling him until a day before the ceremony." Hyuck pointed at the boys but was met with a hit upside the head from Johnny.

"I have to find out the color palette. I'll go to Renjun and then I'll go to Jaemin for the fireworks- Jisung will be the flower girl." Donghyuck kept rattling off things he needed to get done.

"Thank you for giving me this job. I won't let you down." He finally said, laying a hand on Jaehyun's shoulder.

"Better not. It need to be perfect for her. Perfection deserves perfection." Jae said and some gagged while other coo'd at his unwithering love you for you.

The chatty hustle didn't cease as Johnny patted on Jaehyun's shoulder. "You okay?" Johnny asked with a smile on his face. Jaehyun couldn't keep the smile off of his own face. "Never better. On cloud 9." He said and Johnny's heart eased from the constant fear of Jae not being here the next day. But he didn't need to worry anymore.

"I actually need to ask you." Jae said finally putting the polished stick down on the table. "Will you be my best man?" Johnny's eyes lit up like fireworks as he brought Jae in for a manly yet friendly hug.

"I'm so proud of you, Jaehyun."

I'm enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky singing,

Singing, "Everything's alright."

Jaehyun proposed the next week. You both went out to an amazing and fancy moonlit dinner where you both danced and decided to start this new journey together.

Then two days after the proposal, he relapsed the worst he has ever had. Johnny found him in your guys' apartment and immediately called you and everyone who he thought he could help.

It's now present day and you can only look at Jaehyun with guilt in your eyes.

The funeral was held in the flower fields you both planned to get married in. The day was cold and dark but he had never looked so happy in his final resting place. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you the happiness you craved." You kissed his cheek before the lid was finally closed.

Now the marble had been set in place and you were alone again.

"I'm not mad. I'm jus-just so...so sorry." You wept, reaching out for him.

"I read the letter and can only ask. Why?"

The only things he had left was a damn note with the words, 'Sorry, My Dear' signing off the page as if he deemed it enough. As if his love had a capacity limit.

"I'm sorry you-you thought I was going to leave you if you told me you were so un-unhappy with life." Your stuttering didn't come to a stop as you could only imagine tears streaming down his own cheeks wherever he was in the universe. The feeling of being ashamed sent you reeling down where you had to support yourself on your knees.

The silent sobs hurt your chest as you had this free falling feeling in your chest getting more deeper. It was as if someone was pounding your chest with a drum mallot. Your heart was breaking as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Yet, you knew no one was there.

"You promised me forever." Your voice was shaky as you brushed the stray pieces of grass away from the marble in the ground.

'Jaehyun. Found happiness in where ours couldn't reach.'

"And I promise, Jae. I will love you...forever."

"And I'm so proud of you for making it this far." You whispered, fingers tracing his name on the polished marble for what felt like the millionth time.

You laid on the ground next to his resting place and looked into the vast blue sky where you imagined him reaching down to you; his soft voice that he used to sing you to sleep with carrying you with him to where you both could live happily ever after. You lifted your hands up as the tears came down.

"You did well."

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