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what is and what should never be [bucky barnes]

A/n: ok, so. Im really fucking insecure about this. I literally poured my heart into this fic. I'm genuinely unhappy with the beginning, but I promise you, it gets better!! I don't have it in me to rewrite it for the 4th time. I really hope you'll still like it though. If you ask me, this is the best fic idea I even had. Please, please, if you enjoyed it, let me know!!!

Summary: It was you and Bucky. An unlikely couple that shared equally disturbed pasts. When you get a day off, your paradise turns into hell as Bucky's nightmares return, leaving you alone to deal with The Winter Soldier. (FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST) 12k

Warnings: 2 smut scenes - they're graphic but not extreme, fluff, angst, violence, mentions of death and suicide, blood, a fight scene - also quite graphic but it was written to serve the angst. I don't want to spoil the ending, but if you really connect with the characters, you will not hate me!!

This day had been long awaited. After months of back to back missions and endless efforts to climb up the greasy pole of US social standards, words failed to describe how ecstatic you were to know, that for the next 24 hours, your whole schedule would fully be in your hands.

You had the freedom to do just about anything you wanted, and the simple fact that the rest of the avengers left to deal with some paperwork excited you to no end. You woke up when it was time for them to take off, and made a snarky remark about heading to the gym - something along the lines of having a productive day centered on self development.

Just about 20 minutes later, you and Bucky, now also alone in the Stark Tower, decided to start off your day on the right foot. He offered to make protein smoothies as you changed into something comfortable and fitting for a workout, but neither of you got their job done.

You had no idea how that happened, but before you knew it you were wearing your sports bra and still had your pajama pants on, moaning on the counter of Tony's kitchen as Bucky had lodged himself between your legs, hungrily exploring the heated skin of your neck, peppering you with bruise marks that represented his adoration for you. "You heal fast anyway" he shrugged, pulling you closer and digging his teeth into your flesh, sucking profusely and eliciting an erotic moan from your lips.

With every new hickey he left, another one would disappear, which in turn would make him even more frustrated, “The hell should I do? Tattoo hickeys on you!?” he groaned, moving up your neck. You caught his cheeks into your palms and kissed him back, smiling as he kept getting more and more aggravated.

It didn't come as a surprise when the blender went berserk, splattering fruit pulp, almond milk and protein powder all over the pristine walls of the room - both of you have long forgotten about it.

The way Bucky cleaned the mess was the epitome of not giving a shit, and you couldn't find it more endearing. He bitched and whined his way through the whole process, and tears formed at the corners of your eyes at the ridiculousness of the half assed job he just did.

You eventually reached the gym - of course, against all your pouting and begging to put off this session. "Doll, you're the only avenger who can't fight. A punk on the street could snap your purse and there would be nothing you can do"

Wrong, he was not. You couldn't fight - but at the same time that didn't mean you were defenceless. It was your immense power that for months on end made your teammates consider you a liability. The energy that surged through your veins had been too great for you to handle, and in fact, it still was, but now, thanks to the joined efforts of Tony and Bruce, there was a way for that power to be contained. Their solution came in the form of two massive shackles wrapped around the length of your forearms. They were made of dimeritium and kept all kinds of energy from leaving your body. But, even so, that energy was in full form, buzzing inside every fiber of your being. And so, while wearing them you couldn't attack anyone, but there wasn't a way for them to harm you either. That field of energy protected you from every kind of damage and wounds you had ever encountered, ranging from fist fights to automatic rifles to guided grenades.

"I'm the only one that doesn't need to know" you huffed and puffed, annoyed but still determined to get this first training session done with.

But that never happened. Halfway through your warm up rounds, your teasing side awoke and it took you about ten minutes to go from batting your eyelashes and flaunting your ass, to nonchalantly cupping his cock into your hand.

No one could blame Bucky for not even trying to stop you. Bless him, he did everything he could, but he was never able to resist you. And probably never will be.

By the time you were done at the gym, both your bodies were coated in lecherous layers of sweat, no of them being from actually working out. It was only a matter of time until you managed to break his self control and he had you sprawled on all fours in the middle of the boxing ring, moaning your soul out as he pounded your pussy.

The momentum made your whole frame rock back and forth, your hair falling around your face, "Holy fuck-"

The room vibrated with the vulgar slaps he afflicted on your bare ass. You arched your back and cried his name out loud, "Come on, Bucky- I- harder please-"

"How are you already so needy?" he chuckled, caging your waist between his strong arms and pulling you up until your back reached his chest. "I ate this pussy this morning before we got out of bed"

"You know I love your tongue-" you giggled out of breath as you tried to look at him over your shoulder. "But it doesn't compare to your cock"

"What does?" Bucky rhetorically questioned before picking up his pace. He kept slamming his hips into yours, fucking you at full force as with each thrust, his cock rammed against your walls hard enough to make you see stars.

"I'm really fucking close, Buck" you whined, feeling your knees start to refuse to maintain your weight any longer.

"Don't cum yet" he panted, "Wait for me"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you cried out loud, liquid pleasure seeping out of you in the form of fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. "Please-" you whined, "I can't hold it anymore, I'm-"

"Not yet, baby" Bucky groaned, easily stopping you from wiggling around in his hold. His thrusts became sloppy and the orgasm got the best of him. He buried his face deep in your shoulder as his high forced guttural moans to rip from his throat.

As he filled you up with his cum, as much as you wanted to comment about him making you wait and then not even bothering to tell you you could cum, you couldn't. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your chest heaved as the spiral of bliss seemed to go on and on, tons of ecstasy propagating in long painful waves across your body.

"Fuck-" Bucky panted as helped you up, "I could get used to days like this. We should retire"

"I'm not retiring-" you teasingly shook your head, "not until you find a way to give me a baby"

"I'd give you all the babies" he retorted, tugging your hand.

It caused you to lose your balance and stumble into his chest, "I love you"

"Love you" Bucky kissed the top of your head and spun you around. With his palms on your hips, he started guiding you towards the door, "Let's get you cleaned up"

And then, another wave of unproductivity followed. You showered, ordered pizza, whined about how there was still some smoothie left on the floor, and after you warned him about it, your face fell as Bucky stepped directly in the middle of the puddle of almond milk. He was fuming, the incident wiped any traces of happiness off his face. He mumbled something about that being the last pair of comfy socks he had left and something about Tony's devices being a constant pain in the ass.

He went on and on until you ambushed him with kisses up his neck and shoved your hands under his shirt. In an instant his bickering turned into soft giggles as he innocently relaxed under your touch. You eventually cleaned up the mess and tried to make yourself busy. Nothing worked, you weren't in the mood for anything and at the same time, even though you did absolutely nothing all day, you felt a wave of tiredness envelop you.

At about 4pm, and you Bucky had already been lazily laying in bed, a mess of tangled limbs under the fluffy duvet. Your conversation started from the tactical gear he swore would look better on you than on him and then wondered how you didn't know how to sow.

"I'll hit you" you threatened.

"I'm sorry" he laughed, holding onto your forearm as it was resting on his chest, "But you know how much I love it when you get angry at my misogynistic jokes"

"It's rude" you scoffed - you didn't mean his jokes, but the fact that when he grew up, women were not anywhere near where they are today.

"You know I don't mean it"

"I know you don't" you laughed, "Otherwise I'd have actually hit you"

"Don’t worry" Bucky said, "I'd hit myself if I was that stupid"

"Cute" you smiled, kissing his shoulder. Looking up at him, you promoted your chin against his chest, "Do you miss it? The 40s i mean"

He thought about it for a second. "Nah" there was a bit of nostalgia in his tone, but you believed him. "I've kinda made my peace with the fact that everyone from my old life is gone. I wouldn't want to go back now. I got you. I got all of you guys. I'm good now, really good"

"I'm glad" you beamed, feeling yourself warm up from the inside just thinking of the progress he made. After a few seconds, you spoke up again, "But what about the society? Like the day to day life? How do you like the 2010s?"

"I can't lie" Bucky laughed, "I liked Romania better. Much simpler."

"You lived in a dead beat apartment, hiding everyday" you scoffed, "How was that better?"

"I don't know… maybe it was the simple life. Apparently I'm all about that"

"You'd move back there?"

"If you came with me?" he questioned, looking down at you. There was genuine sincerity in his eyes and a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. "Wouldn’t even think twice"

"Maybe one day" you sighed with content. You snuggled back against his side, and closed your eyes. "We're not done avenging yet" you mumbled.

He didn't say anything to that. You didn't know whether he was getting lost in thoughts or if he was starting to drift off, but you would have been fine with either. When he spoke up again, you didn't expect the conversation to take this route.

"About Romania…" he sighed, "What made you come with Steve back in 2016?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean-" he muttered, rubbing his light stubble, "I know why Steve came-" Bucky chuckled, "And Sam's all up his ass, so there's that. But what about you?"

"I-"

"I'm aware of the rift I caused between you guys back then. So that's why I'm asking. What made you stand by Steve from the beginning?"

"I knew how much you meant to him. And I know how this is going to sound, but I felt sorry for you, Buck. I know what it's like to be alone, to have everyone turn against you. You deserved better"

"Love-?" he called softly, his voice nearly breaking. "What do you mean you know what it's like to have everyone turn against you?"

As you maintained the eye contact, you felt tears prickle, "I know it wasn't fair of me to keep my past a secret, but-"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to-" he said softly, his eyes warm. The pain was readable on his features, he hated how your whole demeanour changed.

"It's not that I don't want you to know, it's just that I hate talking about it. Gives me nightmares."

"Then we can just drop it" Bucky murmured, gathering you closer.

"I wish you could know without me telling you" you laughed, "You make everything better and easier. I should've told you, I know. It isn't fair to you. We've been together for almost two years but as far as you're concerned I didn't exist until I joined the avengers. I don't even know how much they know. We never talked about it"

"Love, listen to me. I'm here whenever you want to talk about it. You didn't do anything wrong. There are a lot of things about me that you don't know either. We're not those people anymore. No one can blame us for trying to escape out past"

"Yeah, you're right" you sighed.

Gathering your power, you pushed yourself up and settled beside him, with your legs crossed. You grabbed his hand pulling it into your lap, and intertwined your fingers with his as you spoke.

"Forget the official story, there's no truth to it anyway"

"I really didn't believe your mum was a criminal and that you were in a mental asylum" he joked.

"Good-" you smiled, his words lifting the atmosphere a bit. "Truth is, I don't know anything about my parents. But I have my assumptions. I grew up in that soviet facility so I never met them. I was told it was owned by a group of socialite scientists who wanted our help"

"Our? Who's we?"

"There were 7 of us"

"Did they have the same power as you?"

"Approximately. When we were younger, we used to comply and do everything we were told but as we grew up, things started to change. We weren't happy. Who could be? Considering we were being held in cells and studied like lab rats. We started to act differently and some might even say we tried to rebel, but that didn't work obviously, and that's when the restrictions began. For the last 3 years I spent there, there hadn't been a day where the temperature passed 0°C."

Your skin crawled as you recaled the endless nights you spent shivering your way to sleep. Everything around you was ice cold. But it wasn't for the sole purpose of torturing you. It was your only weakness. As the temperature dropped, so did the movement of the atoms that made up your body - eliminating your powers to the point where you were barely alive.

"One day, as spring came, we wanted to break out. We made a plan, and figured that as soon as we were out, we'd be fine. We were wrong. We were off about the weather and they got us before we even exited the perimeter. That's when the avengers heard about us."

By now, Bucky's eyes were wide with genuine curiosity, his mouth agape as he took in the information you provided. With every word you spoke his grip tightened around your fingers and his eyebrows gathered even further. There was discomfort and anger in his features, but he didn't interrupt you once.

"After that, the restrictions got tougher. We realised there was no way out. A lot of things came together in that small time frame. I realised what that place actually was days after we tried to escape. My friends - or that's what I thought they were, figured out another plan. Why fight when you can just eliminate the premise?"

Bucky moved his lips but no words came out. He cleaned his throat and sat up a bit, "What- what do you mean?"

"They tried to kill me" you said, plastering a sympathetic smile on your lips, hoping it would make it easier for him to hear.

"What the fuck. Why?"

"I think my dad used to be part of that team. And I think he made me the way I am. Now I don't know why he wasn't around anymore, but that team wasn't trying to get us to do anything. They were trying to make more of me. So if I was dead-"

"There would be no reason to keep the other kids…" Bucky finished the sentence for you.

You nodded.

"And what happened?"

You bowed your head trying to find a way to put your words together. Bucky didn't rush you, just reassuringly rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, waiting. When a tear from your cheek slipped and landed on the back of his hand, you looked up and took a deep breath. "I killed them. All of them."

He didn't say anything. Didn’t move a muscle, as he waited for you to continue.

"I didn't even want to do that, Buck" you sobbed, breaking down. "I killed over 20 people because I was afraid. I didn't even move. I was in the corner of my room the whole time, but everyone who approached me was fried to death. I don't even know how I did that. I was just scared"

"Oh, baby" Bucky cooed, pushing himself up to wrap his arms around you. You fell against his chest, crumbling in his embrace. "I hope you know that was not your fault, ok?" he asked, rubbing your back. "You were just a kid, alone and afraid. It breaks my fucking heart, those bastards. Please don't feel sorry for them"

"I feel sorry for the other kids"

"They tried to kill you, Y/n" Bucky countered, "If you hadn't killed them, I would've gone after them. All of them"

"They were desperate..."

"So were you!"

"I can't help but feel like a monster sometimes, you know? Like I'm reckless and out of control. There are times when I'm all happy and excited about what tomorrow would bring, and then i remember what I did, and I have a hard time fighting away the thoughts that try to tell me I don't deserve that"

"What you deserve is the fucking world ok?" Bucky said, tilting your chin so you could see just how serious he was. "This past couple of years, you saved hundreds of lives and I know for a fact you did it out of the pure kindness of your heart, not because you wanted to make up for anything in the past. You're a fucking angel. You're the embodiment of good, you hear me? I know you. You'll never understand how much respect I have for you, and how in awe I am with the kind of person you are. Please, don't ever think less of yourself. Ever, ok?"

Tears rolled down your cheeks as his words proved to be much more than you were able to hear at that moment. "Thanks, Buck. That's sweet of you to say-"

"It's not sweet of me to say, it's the fucking truth" he scoffed, but he somehow managed to make it sound loving. "You didn't even fucking try, but just being around you made me feel like a person again. You're amazing, Y/n. We're all lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have you."

"You're gonna make me cry" you sniffled, curling yourself into a ball against his chest, "I know you were in a dark place when we met. I'm glad I managed to help you through it"

"You pulled me through it" he sighed, tightening his hold around you. "I went from wanting to die, to thinking that I didn't even deserve the easy way out. Look at me now."

"Buck, stop"

"I love you so fucking much" Bucky laughed.

His whole frame shook as he pulled you back down, safely holding you between his arms, "You're amazing" he added, kissing the top of your head, "Perfect"

"I said, stop" you chuckled, slapping his side, "I get it, you like me, can we-"

"I adore you" Bucky cut you off after grabbing the sides of your face between his palms. "And thanks for trusting me. I know it wasn't easy for you to talk about your past, so thank you. I'm always here for you. If there's anything ever, I got you, ok? Forever"

"I got you too" you added, kissing his cheek and then moving along his jawline, "No matter what happens, you'll always have me on your side. I'm all yours, Bucky"

"Yeah, you are, doll. All mine"

After that talk, how you managed to fall into a deep sleep will always remain a mystery. Nightmares didn't make their way into your mind, and you settled for a dreamless slumber, actually fully content for the first time in a long while.

But not everybody processed grief the same way. And if Bucky mentioned earlier that he was lucky to have you, as you were pulled out of your sleep, you realised that he wasn't as lucky as you were when it came to the mysteries that creep up on you when you least expect them.

"Wake up sunshine"

The sound reached your ears, but it wasn't Bucky's voice, so you just groaned in response and rolled over to the other side, completely pressing your face into the pillow.

"Buttercup, it's time to wake up"

The voice seemed uneasy, as if the person speaking was actually terrified. You opened your eyes wearily, and were met with the usual, complete darkness of your room.

"Come on, Y/n" they spoke again. You turned to see one of Tony's maintenance robots hovering above your body, one small screen lit up on its front. Blinking a few times to rid yourself of the sleep still lingering in your eyes, you managed to make out the faces of Tony and Steve, both staring at you.

"What's going on?" you mumbled.

"You've got incoming," Tony announced, and then shook his head at whatever someone next to him had said. The microphone wasn't performant enough for you to hear what the other person said, but it was not like you cared.

"Incoming what?" you questioned, still confused out of your mind.

He turned his attention back to you, "The asshole"

You frowned and Steve scoffed, "Y/n, it's Bucky. He's not well"

"Wh-" you mumbled, your head snapping to the side, only then realising his side of the bed was empty. You shuffled your arm around the sheets, still warm. "What- what happened?"

"He's gone rogue, Y/n" Steve announced, genuine worry and guilt audible in his voice, "You need to make sure he doesn't leave. You need to stop him"

Tony's workstation. You needed to get the shackles off your arms if you wanted to stand a chance, "Tony? How do I take these off?" you asked, pointing to your cuffs.

"Already taken care off" he nodded, "Get to my desk, it's unlocked. All you need to do is actually get there. If you can"

"If I can-?" you began asking, but a loud explosion sound cut you off, causing the bed to shake as a wind blew through your room. "What the fuck!?"

"He may have found the grenade launchers" Tony smiled bitterly.

"Y/n," Steve called for you, "Please, be careful. And call us. Me and Nat will take the jet but I don't know-"

"Don't worry" you shook your head, jumping off the bed and rushing to your closet. You chose the first clothes you saw laying before your eyes and put them on, ready to go look for Bucky. "I got this, I promise"

"Oh, and Y/n?" Tony said, making you turn to him at the last minute, "Try not to fry my tower"

You nodded and refrained from making any promises you didn't know you could keep.

As soon as you walked out the door, the sound of automatic rifles going off became deafening. Stepping over piles of broken glass, you made your way to the emergency staircase, heading to Tony's lab. You did so with maximal caution, knowing that if you were spotted, there would be no going back.

Descending the last remaining flight of stairs until his work station, a rush of adrenaline surged through you, knowing just how close you were. Silently rounding the corner, your eyes landed on Bucky's frame, easily holding one of the remaining SHIELD agents up by the neck.

He turned to look at you, eyes cold and empty. Not even rage. There was nothing there. No expression, no empathy, no feeling. It was as if he was dead. This wasn't him.

"Buck-" you panted, raising your hands up in the air, signaling surrender. You eyed Tony's desk, determined to stall him until you managed to free yourself of the cuffs.

You took a cautious step to the side, hands still up in the air. Bucky watched you as the man struggled against his hold, legs spasming uncontrollably as he kicked and squirmed, even though it was so clearly in vain.

"Don’t mind me-" you smiled, sweat flooding your pores as you slowly approached your destination. "I'll just-"

"You'll just what-?" Bucky groaned, flinging his victim with impeccable ease. The agent's body flew across the room, crushing into the only device that had the power to help you get through this. As the work station crumpled under his weight, so did your hopes of getting out of this.

"Bucky, hey-" you mumbled, afraid of pissing him off, "I-"

"Who the hell is Bucky?" he frowned, starting to march towards you. Your blood ran cold, knowing you didn't have what it took to keep up with him. You were never able to dodge anyone's blows, let alone his. When he reached you, his hand instantly reached around your neck, lifting you off the floor, "SHIELD?" he asked after taking a look at your attire. Although not carrying the emblem, it was probably the only explanation that made sense to him.

"Well, um-" you huffed, holding onto his wrist in hopes of not running out air, "No, not SHIELD"

"Then who are you?" he growled, tightening his hold on your windpipe.

"Fuck-" you gasped, kicking your legs, even through he didn't even flinch when you hit him. "You're not gonna believe this but, um-"

"Try me"

You looked into his eyes, hoping it would serve as some kind of a memento, that maybe he'd remember you. "You know me, Buck. It's Y/n, I'm- your girlfriend?"

Even saying it made you feel weird. This killing machine, apparently hell bent on wrecking havoc, was not the man you loved, and you cringed just imagining his reaction to hearing your words.

And it did turn out to be worse than expected, as he spun around, doing a complete 180° with your body before slamming you down on the floor. The wood cracked under your bones, knocking the wind out of you. The pain of the impact was excruciating, propagating along your body in waves of some physical agony you had never felt before. The sound of your bones cracking made you sick to your stomach. Your ears caught the sound of your arteries being torn as your organs collapsed.

And if you felt every inch of your body being shattered and destroyed, it was God's way of making you pay for your parent's mistakes, as when your wounds healed mere seconds later, the pain did not go away. Your nerve receptors still registered damage to the tissues, and no matter whether you were actually as good as new, your brain couldn't process that.

What consumed you the most was the fact that as you struggled to stand up, the pain of broken limbs lingered on. But you fought through it, gathered yourself and stood up, facing him again.

You winced with every muscle contraction, but eventually your eyes met his. He showed curiosity, along with something else. Something else which you wished wasn't determination to finish you.

"Can we-" you whimpered, extending a hand, "Can we talk?"

"Talk!?" Bucky raged, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm to the point where he spun you around, your back pressing against his chest. "Not here to talk" he growled into your ear.

The hairs on your body stood as you heard his voice. Even though it was technically the same voice you loved more than anything in the world, it made you now shiver with a fear you've never experienced before.

You didn't get a chance to sink too deep in your thoughts before Bucky raised your arm, dislocating your shoulder and busting your humerus into pieces. The pain cut your legs at the knees and you screamed in agony, falling to the floor at his feet.

"Stand up" he commanded, slamming his foot into your side. The momentum made your body roll away, until you settled back on the ground, face deep in the rubble. Your muscles pulled you to your feet with ease, but the pain coursing through you was immense, nowhere near close to what you thought bearable. You felt the skin being ripped from your body and when you looked down, your clothes were torn, soaked in blood, but your skin was intact. It was what you needed to keep going - to get inside your head the fact that you were fine, because at this point, the pain was one bruise away from making you faint.

"Bucky, please-" you cried.

"Stop calling me Bucky!" he yelled, starting to approach you again.

With every step he took, you slowly backed away. "Please, listen to me, just a second, please!"

He shook his head no, a demented smile on his lips as he closed in on you.

"Bucky-"

As a reply to your question, his fist flew up, slamming into your jaw, hard enough to throw you to the ground, "Why do you keep calling me-"

"What else do you want me to call you, huh?" you yelled at him, vision blurred under too many layers of tears. "Tell me, and I'll do it if it'll get you to listen to me."

"I don't want you to call me anything-" he cocked his head to the side, unstrapping a handgun from his thigh. He loaded it as you barely managed to crawl away, "You can take the pain. I respect that. Let's see how well you do with these lead bullets"

You saw them in slow motion, barely managing to duck your head behind the remains of what once was a heavy wooden bookshelf. The bullets missed your chest and face, but you saw them, felt them penetrate your skin, ripping through your muscles.

The sound of your tissues being pulled to shreds made you feel sick to your stomach. As the bullets left your body, your wounds closed back up, leaving you a crying mess on the floor. Your throat constricted due to the wave of shock that hit your body, and your lungs started hyperventilating. Lightheaded and gasping for air, you struggled to crawl away from him, tears marching down your face and ending up on the floor, nothing but diluting the droplets of blood that had fallen from your body mere minutes before. Your heart was in overdrive and your vision blurred as every fiber of your being threatened to let you down. "Please-" you screamed, your voice breaking as you raised your hand for him, "Let's talk, please. That's all I want. Give me a minute"

But he didn't. He didn't even consider it. Instead, the force that controlled the body of the only man that ever managed to make you feel safe, tortured, destroyed and consumed your body for what felt like the better part of an eternity.

You had been thrown through walls, shattered windows, had glass shards lodged into your body from all angles. He unloaded cannon after cannon on you, used up all the ammo he had on him, only growing more and more annoyed when you refused to give up.

There was no way to know how much time had passed. Now you were standing by the window, inches away from the spot where two nights ago, you and Bucky clicked your glasses, smiling at how far you both had come. He laughed, saying he wouldn't have made it without you. And then he kissed you, confessing that the thought that maybe you couldn't have made it without him either, was what kept him going.

And then there you were. 48 hours later, again, just the two of you. But now there weren't any champagne glasses between you, just his metal arm, wrapped around your neck, this time, as he said, for the last time.

"I don't get it-" he scowled, teeth gritted and frustration in his voice, "Why don't you fight me?"

"I can't fight you" you whimpered as your tears poured down against his cold hand, "And even if I could, I wouldn't."

"WHY?" Bucky screamed, and for a second, you thought you saw a crack there, a glister of emotion hidden deep in his otherwise beautiful eyes.

"Because I love you" you cried.

But there was none. He rolled his eyes and pushed you back, your body slamming into the window. You should've thought faster, been more witty and considerate, but terror washed over you and in the heat of the moment, you grabbed onto him for dear life, pulling him down with you, plummeting to the ground from what looked like the 70th floor of the Stark Tower.

If until now you had been afraid of what you'd have to endure, it was now that you met true terror. You'd survive the fall, but he wouldn't.

Even in the air, approaching the ground at a dangerous speed, he kept fighting you. Even in this state, you admired his determination - he had a job and wanted to get it done - even if that job was killing you. A man of his word.

By now, the pain was unnoticeable. If you wanted to keep him alive you had to act fast. Clinging to his body despite his vicious protests and ruthless blows, you used your momentum to turn the two of you around. And you did so at the last second, as before you knew it, your bodies crashed into the boulevard below, sinking down into the asphalt as it crumpled under your weight.

The impact cut your breath away and there was a gnawing feeling all over your body, as if you had blades under your skin, pulling your body apart fiber by fiber. But you snapped out of it.

"Bucky!" you yelled, slapping his cheek.

He had fallen completely on top of you, his head pressed against your chest. He didn't move and the continuous buzz in your ears made it physically impossible for you to tell whether he was breathing for not.

"Bucky, please-" you cried, trying to move him so you could see his face.

Nothing.

"No, no, no!!" you screamed, "You can't die, baby, please! Not like this, love. Please come back to me, Buck, I'm begging you!!"

You remained there and wailed, with him glued to your chest. Your arms had wrapped around his motionless frame, keeping him as close as you could. Nothing could have gotten you to stop. Tens of people gathered around the crater your fall created around your bodies, police showed up, cameras were pointed at your faces, but you didn't care. If he died, so would you.

"You're all I have, baby-" you muttered, voice hoarse and dry from all the wailing and crying, "Please, you can't leave me. This can't be the end of us. Please, I don't know what to do, Bucky, please!"

You were soaked. In blood, and you didn't even know whether it was his or yours. God, how you hoped it all belonged to you, how the pool of blood you laid in was all yours. Tears soaked your face, pouring down your temples as your whole frame shook with your sobs, that was the true agony. You'd rather spend the rest of your days fighting for your life if it meant he got to see the sun again. You wished he'd hate you, rather than not feel anything at all ever again.

"Please-" you said again but this time your voice didn't even reach your own ears, you didn't hold that power anymore, "Please, you need to come back! You deserve so much better than this. You're the best man I have even known, you can't die like this, not today, Bucky. Not today!"

By now, the people around you had scattered. They knew your identities and for all the wrong reasons, feared you both. You were grateful for that now, you were alone with him again, as the sun began to set and a chilly New York night began to settle.

Still, you didn't move. You still had faith. Or you were just stubborn. There was no way you'd pull away until someone either pried him off of you against your will, or someone that you trusted showed up promising they'd help.

None of them came, and you remained there, cradling his frame to your chest begging whatever God was listening, to bring him back. You didn't know if one of them heard you, or if it was just blind luck or fate, but you only realised his metal arm was lodged under your body when he moved it.

"Buck!" you cried, cupping his cheeks in your bloodied palms as literal life cursed through your veins. "Oh god, you're ok, you're alive!! You came back to me!"

You managed to hug him close one more time, before he pushed himself off of you. In the process of standing up, his eyes met yours for the briefest second. Again, nothing.

He gathered himself to his feet, wordlessly bending down to grab your hair. He forced you up and you instantly obliged, following him back into the building.

Once inside, he knocked you through a glass door, your body once again absorbing his fury. The pain had dissipated into a dull ache, and this time, you stood up faster. "I can do this all day" you sighed, the lie slipping past your lips with such ease, as if the energy inside your core wasn't running dangerously low.

"What did you just say?" he questioned.

He seemed taken aback, "I said that I can do this all day"

"Who are you?" Bucky yelled, marching towards you, determined to get answers out of you through nothing else but brute force. He slammed you back onto the floor, only to straddle your thighs and pick you up by the collar of your shit. "Why won't you just fucking die!?"

Circling your fingers around his wrists, you searched for his eyes, "Wanna know what keeps me alive?"

"Are you stupid enough to tell me?"

"I might be" you shook your head, "but I'll still tell you"

"Why?"

"Because I know you won't kill me" you cried, "I know you know me. I know you're in there somewhere. The man I love. I know you don't have it in you to kill me"

"Try me" he laughed, drunk with the power you were so willing to give him.

"These-" you panted, raising your arms in the air to show him your cuffs, "These are what's been keeping me alive but I know you won't-"

But you never finished the sentence. He didn't even think twice before ripping them off your arms and throwing them onto the floor, along with all the other mess you two had made.

You never thought he'd actually spare you. So it wasn't a surprise when the first thing he did after freeing you, was reach for his knife with the sole purpose of driving it through your chest.

But you were faster. You framed his face into your palms, releasing the energy from your body and allowing it to flow through his. It felt weird, wrong and chaotic, and the power surge wiggled itself out of your control, until a blast between your bodies sent you both flying back across the room, falling down onto the floor.

And this time none of you stood up.

"I leave them alone for what, a day?" Tony sighed, walking out of his Iron Man suit.

"Holy shit!" Steve cried out, his knees betraying him as he tried to rush to you.

"No, wait!" Nat stopped him, "You can't wake them up until we get them somewhere safe. We need to make new cuffs for Y/n, and find a way to keep Bucky contained in case, you know… he's still not Bucky"

Steve was fuming with anger, nostrils flaring, "These are my friends you're talking about!" he exclaimed, pointing to your bodies on the floor, "Your friends too, Nat. You see them like this and the first thing you think about is restraining them!?"

"We need to make sure we're all safe" she sighed with sympathy, grabbing his hand for a comforting rub.

"You make sure you're safe-" Steve scoffed, "I'll make sure they're alive"

"Hey-" Nat stopped him, "If you touch her and startle her in any way, you die!"

Her words hurt him but he knew you never would. Steve felt his heart shutter just imaging what you must have gone through. He was ablaze with pure determination to prove Nat wrong, and to do right by you and Buck. "I carried her in my arms while she was passed out when we rescued her from that facility-" he fummed, pointing at you, "She never knew a man that didn't try to hurt her before. And when she woke up, she was afraid. Scared for her life. She cried in my arms and begged me to not let them take her again! She was never anywhere close to hurting me! She's good. So good. There's only good inside of her, I trust her to not hurt me more than I trust myself, ok? If I'm wrong, so be it. I die. I don't care. She deserves someone to look after her. If I had to chose, saving her would be the way I'd want to go"

His rant left Nat speechless. She just gave him a simple nod and stepped back.

Carefully, he picked you up and carried you upstairs, as Tony put his suit back on and carried Bucky.

Never in your life had you woken up this fast. Your eyes snapped open and you sprung to your feet. 3 pairs of anxious eyes watched you, all of them ready to jump into action in case the situation called for an intervention.

"What-" you gawked, scanning the room, "Where is Bucky? Is he- is-"

"He's fine, Y/n" Steve assured you. He stood up and slowly approached you, arms outstretched. Your first instinct was to go for it, but when you reached him, you placed both your hands in his, and looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Are you sure?" you whimpered, "Can I see him?"

Sympathy took over his features, but Tony jumped in, "Absolutely not"

"What-" you turned to him, "Why? Did I-?"

"You didn't do anything wrong" Steve hummed, engulfing you in a hug even though you remained stiff in your spot. He rubbed your back, eager to soothe your worried mind, but you were too out of it.

“Can I just go?” you whispered, pulling back just enough so that he could see how serious you were, “I need to see him, please”

“Are you mad at him?” Nat asked with caution and your face fell.

“No!” you gasped, stepping away from Steve’s embrace, “No, not even one bit. I know that was not him, I know it’s not his fault. But when Bucky wakes up-”

“If he wakes up-” Tony sneered, roaming around the room. He nursed a glass of whiskey, as a mixture of disgust and exhaustion was readable on his features.

“When he wakes up!” you spoke through gritted teeth. Determination coated your words and the hairs on your body stood as you refused to even think of the alternative. “He will wake up. And I have to be there”

“What if the Winter Soldier wakes up?” Nat asked.

“That didn’t stop me last time”

“Oh, no!” Tony butted in, stepping in between you and Nat, arms outstretched, “You know I’m not one to cry after money, but you and your pal left me with $37 million worth of damage. You two are one broken cup away from getting thrown into the streets”

The sum he mentioned made the skin on your back crawl. You didn’t even have $37 dollars to your name, but it made sense. Your body alone crashed through three TV’s, one gamma ray projector and if you thought about it, you remembered Bucky pulling apart one of the Iron Legion robots, and only the thought made you flinch.

“So-” Tony said, “You two? Never in the same room again!”

“Take these off then” you suggested, pointing at the cuff on your wrists.

“Ha” Tony exclaimed, “A big chunk of that money comes from you frying all my electronics up until the 12th floor. Absolutely not”

“Tony, I’m serious” you whined, “He will hate himself. I need to be there! I need to make sure he doesn’t take all the blame on his shoulders”

He frowned, and sighed. He wasn’t an unreasonable man, and you hoped that core deep inside his chest really made up for a heart. And… it did. None of them were happy about it, but they finally accepted. Nat and Tony would have never probably given up if it wasn’t for Steve - right now, like so many times before, he really did seem like your guardian angel.

They ended up monitoring the room, and Tony waited for your signal, one hand on his cigarette, the other on the Iron Man suit. He was all talk - if anything was to go down and you would actually be in danger again, he wouldn’t even think twice before tearing his towers into pieces if it meant he could get you out alive.

And so you left, thanked them in the form of a simple nod, and headed down the dark hallways.

Oh, how you hated this.

What consumed you now had nothing to do with the pain you had endured in the past 24 hours. Its source was not physical, yet your whole body ached. You felt the weight of the world on your shoulders - and in some way, it was - Bucky was your whole world, and the fear of losing him breathed down your neck.

It had been about 20 minutes since you stopped in front of the door that led to the room he'd been confined in. When FRIDAY announced that Bucky woke up, you rushed over, only for a hazardous sense of anguish to stop you dead in your tracks. Judging by the way he sat in the corner of the room, his fingers aimlessly tracing every indentation in the handcuffs Tony had restrained him with, you had no problem telling which one of him woke up. He broke your heart. His room was equipped with 5 different cameras and 2 microphones. Completely unaware of them, he sat inches away from one, and your heart shattered, sinking 3 stories below when you heard him whimper.

It was soft and quiet. His whole frame shook as he wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve. He was hunched down, brown hair covering his perfect face, but still, his sadness brought you to tears.

You heard him again. He sniffled as he laid back against the wall. His eyes were bloodshot, lips almost white and dry as his chest raced up and down. His muscles clenched and his feet bounced against the metal floor, it was a sight you never wished you see ever again.

Softly, you raised a hand, and thought twice before finally knocking.

"Go away," Bucky called, voice all hoarse and dry as it broke halfway through.

You were able to see him on the small screen next to the door, but he had no idea who came to visit.

Out of instinct, you knocked again before typing in the password and ever so slowly walking inside.

Instantly, he looked up. He was surrounded by an air of darkness and despair, ever so obviously tormented to the peak of his capability.

He stared at you for a few seconds as his eyes watered, and then he gathered his lips into a straight line, shaking his head. "Please, go"

"Bucky, I-"

"Please" he cried, head falling forward as he toyed with the metal edges of his prosthetic arm. He shook his head, "Please, don't do this. Just, go"

You took a deep breath, only then entering the room far enough to actually be able to close the door behind you. Slowly turning back to him, your palms sweated as you had no idea what to say to him.

"Can you talk to me, Buck? Please?"

He chuckled, "About what?"

"About whatever it is you think you did wrong, I-"

As he heard your words, his hands instantly flew up to cover his face. He was, however, stopped, as the cuffs on his left wrist kept him from moving too much. While a new row of tears flooded his cheeks, his eyes met yours, "Look at me.. I need to be restrained while you're alone with me"

"Those cuffs would literally do nothing to stop you from escaping, and you know it"

"Maybe it's just a sense of reassurance"

"To who?" you scoffed.

"To them" Bucky responded, nodding his head towards one of the cameras. "I'm a monster" he added, wiggling his cuff restrained hand, "I'm a danger to everyone"

"Oh for fucks sake" you rolled your eyes, marching up to him. With absolutely no remorse, you grabbed his hand and harshly pulled apart the metal that had him restrained to the bed. Before he got a chance to say anything, you bent down, unclipped the microphone from the foot of the bed, threw it on the floor, and stepped on it, until it was nothing but a small pile of shattered plastic.

And you kept going, destroying the second microphone along with the 5 cameras on the walls as Bucky watched you with surprise. You finished by going for the door and locking it from the inside. "You think I'm afraid of you?" you asked softly, "For 6 hours you did your best to kill me and failed miserably. Look at me, I'm unscathed"

"Did you hear yourself?" he cringed, shaking his head, "I tried to kill you"

"Ok, I know I said that you did your best-" you said, mentally scolding yourself for the error in communication. "We both know that wasn't you. That wasn't you, Buck. It was Hydra. It was the winter soldier, not you. My Bucky would never-"

"Y/n-" he stopped you, "I know you don't see things the way I do-"

"But I see them the right way"

"Listen-" Bucky sighed, driving his hands through his hair. For the first time that night you actually saw his full face, his cheek and signature scowl, his blue eyes and the tilt of the corner of his mouth - your soul melted when you associated the picture with the words that came out of his mouth. "I can't blame you for being here. I can't. If the roles were reversed, I'd be doing the exact same thing. But, holy fuck-" he sighed, pausing to gather his thoughts. Bucky looked you up and down. His lips quivered and his head fell to the side as a sad smile appeared on his lips. "Remember this morning? How we talked about our hypothetical child?" he laughed and shook his head, "Even if I know we could never have a kid because we're both sterile, it was still the most beautiful thought that ever crossed my mind, Y/n''

"Mine too, Buck-"

"And what did I do?" he dismissed your empathy, "Two hours later I was unloading an AK-47 into your stomach, like the brainwashed maniac that I am!"

"Don’t say that!" you exclaimed, "Don't you dare think about things like this!"

"Why wouldn't I?" he threw his hands up in the air, "What does it matter whose fault it is? I get to live with the consequences."

"But-" you breathed out, "We can work through this. You did it before. You can't let something that hydra did dictate your life, Bucky. You deserve so much better. You deserve to be happy!"

"I tried to kill you!" he screamed, for the first time losing his calm and standing up to be at the same level as you.

"That was not you!"

"So what?" he huffed, "I was there, Y/n! I will never, NEVER get the feeling of crushing your bones out of my head! I felt your neck snap! I choked you with my arms! That is not something I can live with! I can't live a life by your side if every time I look at you I'm reminded of those horrible things I did to you!"

"Buck-" you cried, looking at him from behind too many layers of unshed tears, "Please, don't say that"

"I'm sorry" he responded in the same fashion, his pain coating every word he said. "When I close my eyes I see you laying in a puddle of blood. I can't stop hearing your screams of agony. Agony that no matter how you put it, was caused by my hands. That's not something we can live with, Y/n. You were not made for this. You really do fucking deserve someone that won't wake up one day and try to murder you in cold blood"

"And what do you deserve, Buck?" you quietly asked, searching for his eyes, "To live your life alone? Forever? If you had been with anyone else, this would have turned out so much worse. That cute barista three blocks down that always scribbles a heart on your coffee cup? She's cute, yeah. You deserve to be loved by someone, but if that someone was her, you wouldn't be drowning in guilt right now, Bucky, you'd be mourning her. Yes, you got troubles. Yes, you've got a past more fucked up than anyone else I have ever heard about. That's the kind of shit you can't change. But whatever you do from now on, is in your fucking hands and yours alone. Don't try to tell me you're not worthy of having someone, because that's the fattest load of crap I've ever heard. You're a good man! With a fucked up past! And a dark side that you need to fight! And you have me! I don't care you dropped Tony's piano on my legs, apparently I can take it! I'm here for you no matter what! You don't want to be with me anymore? Fine. But don't you dare push me away, thinking that a ruined future makes up for a ruined past"

"Who's to say I won't try it again?" he asked, "I don't know what triggered the transition. But what if once a week I end up trying to kill you-"

"Apparently you can't!" you laughed bitterly.

"Ok, so I can't" he nodded in approval, "Is that what you want? I should be your rock, your best friend, I should always be there for you. Do you want to have your whole world turned upside down whenever my brain decides to go berserk?"

"See, Buck" you sighed, "Of course I don't want that. I can't fucking stand here and tell you that I do. What kind of credibility would I have then? But you know what I want? You. You and whatever nazi shit that comes along. I want you. To help you. To have you with me. To see you everyday. If every Saturday at 10am you decide you want to kill me, you best believe I'm sacrificing my morning coffee just so we can kung fu around the living room"

He looked at you for a long second, the corners of his lips fighting a hard battle against the hint of a smile that started to show on his features. Eventually he caved and chuckled, shaking his head, "That was a bit funny"

"And fucking true," you cried, going for his hands and bringing them up to your chest. He winced, but you spoke up again, determined to not let his mind torture him.

"I love you, Bucky"

"How do you not hate me?" he choked, shaking his head in disbelief. "Can you seriously look at me and not get even the slightest instinct to run away?"

"Bucky..." you breathed out, cupping his cheek. "How could I run away when I've never seen you in more pain than right now?"

"You're an angel, you know that?"

"I've been called a lot of things" you giggled, "Angel isn't one of them, but if that's what you want, I'll take it"

"Come here" he whispered, wrapping his arms around your frame. He had you nuzzle against his chest, his hold keeping you tight and secure. His heart beat against your cheek and your eyes watered again. There wasn't one thing in the world you wouldn't do for that heart - to make sure it keeps beating, and that it keeps the man you love alive. And content, above all. All you wanted right now was for him to accept the things that happened. You wanted to take whatever weight he was carrying on his shoulders, and put it upon yourself. "I love you so much, Bucky" you cried against his chest as your hold tightened around him, "I hate to see you torn like this. I don't want anything to ever happen to you. It terrifies me. I love you with all that I am. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. You deserve the world, baby"

"So do you" he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You felt his chest shake, a deep rumble echoed from the depths of his lungs. You looked up to see him fight back a sob, his eyes wide open, glossy and red, trained down on you, "I love you too much to do this, Y/n. I'm sorry, I don't think I can"

"No!" you gasped, pressing your face back against his shoulder, "Don't do that. You can't do that. No"

"We won't work, Y/n" Bucky said as he brought you even closer, "I can't look at you anymore. I can't look at you without dying inside. You don't want to live with me like that"

"Yes, I do!" you sobbed. "I'll work with anything you give me, I swear there is nothing more I want. Just you. Just you and me. Bucky, please don't do this"

He held you close for what felt like half a second, but rationally speaking, your legs were getting numb. You just stood there, clinging to his body, taking in his scent and listening to his breathing even out until he pushed you away. Oh, how you didn't want to let go. Ever. But you did, and choked back a sob as soon as you felt the cold air of the room brush against the part of your body that had been pressed to his.

"We should get some sleep, Y/n"

"Are you coming with me?" you whimpered, afraid of the answer he might give you.

Bucky shook his head, "I think I'll just sleep here tonight"

That broke you. The shock and terror cut your breath away. It felt impossible - the feeling of losing him. The amount of pain that surged through you. At that particular moment, you felt like cracking your chest open to grip your heart into your hand and pick apart the broken parts. But not even that felt good enough, you were fairly sure you'd be left with nothing. It felt like a slap across your cheek, like a cloth had been placed over your mouth and your legs cut at the knees. It felt like the end.

Optimistic by nature, not even you could deny the reason he wanted to sleep alone. It was clear as day.

"If-" you mumbled, tears coating your face at their own free will, voice shaking as you barely managed to articulate the words over the violent sobs that ripped their way out of your throat. "If I promise to not do anything to try and convince you to stay… can you promise me that in case you decide to leave, you'll come and tell me first?"

"Oh, doll" Bucky broke down all over again, throwing himself at you again. He collapsed on top of you, molding his body around yours. "I promise, angel"

You just nodded. That was all you could do. It took another few moments for you to gather yourself and stop wailing, but you did, and then, with nothing else other than a sad smile, you left.

Your feet carried you to your room, and you were ready to collapse on top of your bed. Eager to cuddle into his pillows. They smelled like that shower gel you got him and you hated it. You wanted his scent. Not even caring how ridiculous it sounded, you padded over to the chair in the corner of your bedroom, the one Bucky uses to discard all his worn clothes.

You wanted to find a shirt he wore, one that smelled exactly like you knew him, but before you reached the clothes pile, your attention was drawn to the window.

Steve was standing there, facing the busy streets outside, hands in his pocket and his head turned in your direction.

"I didn't see you, sorry" you gasped, as your eyes accommodated to the darkness.

"It's fine" he shook his head, "I just figured you'd turn on the lights, you know, like the normal people. Didn't think I'd scare you"

"Yeah, sorry" you sighed, plopping down on the edge of the bed. "I did even think about turning the lights on"

He didn't say anything, but you saw him nod. He knew your pain. He lost enough in his life, and seeing his best friend sink back into his darkness was surely not easy for him either.

"Is he ok?" Steve eventually asked.

You shook your head, "He's too good of a man to be ok"

"That is Bucky" he laughed, and you couldn't help but do the same. The irony.

Steve's curiosity was palpable in the room. Words could not describe the appreciation you had for him for respecting your boundaries and not pushing you in a moment like this. But he deserved to know.

You opened your mouth to explain to him what happened, but as your mind processed everything all over again, you broke down. "I think he's gonna leave-" you cried.

Steve was quick to gather you in his arms, engulfing you in a bear hug, helping you stand on your own two feet. "What do you mean?" he asked, concern tracing his tone.

"I understand him, I do. And I promised I won't try to get him to stay if he doesn't want to. But- but I should've done more, Steve. I should've shown him somehow how much I love him. But I'm afraid he'll leave, and I don't want to live-"

"Hey, hey, hey" Steve hurried to stop you, petting your head softly before urging you to look up at him. "Bucky loves you more than I ever thought possible, ok? There's no question about it. I'm sorry I'm doing this, but I think he'll postpone it anyway"

"What?"

"The man wants to marry you, ok?" Steve smiled, "He asked Tony if he had any work for him so he could raise money. Can you imagine how that went down? He was red like a tomato, but he didn't think twice. James Barnes used the computer to look for rings for you. The Bucky I know? Never would've done this. You brought to life a part of him that no one else has seen before. He loves you. With all that he is. And trust me when I tell you, he won't stand to be away from you. You're his whole world, Y/n. He's my best friend, trust me when I tell you this is something you'll work through. I'll help, we'll all help. You're not gonna lose him, Y/n. He's so beat up about all of this because he loves you this much. He's all yours. If he decides to leave, I need you to be strong because he will be back. I got him back 70 years later. You just need to trust him. Trust his heart, ok?"

"Oh my god" you cried, "I don't know what to say"

"Don’t say anything" he chuckled, "We've been through so much together. All of us. Even if we try, nothing pulls us apart, ok? How many times has Loki died, hm?"

"God, Steve!" you scoffed somewhat amused and pulled back just to hit him, "Did you seriously compare Bucky to Loki!?"

"It got you to smile, didn't it?" he laughed. "But I'm serious. You've both been through so much worse than this. You'll get through this one too. And in case you ever feel like you won't, I'm here, ok?"

"Ok…"

Funny as it all was, it worked. He calmed you down - to some extent. Gave you hope you didn't know existed. If it wasn't for Steve, you probably would have not been able to fall asleep. And even though dreams didn't visit you, and you never relaxed enough to actually get some rest, you just dozed off. All clothed and curled diagonally on the bed, you cuddled Bucky's pillow to your chest as your eyes slowly fell closed.

When you opened them again, it was still dark out. You had no idea what pulled you awake as you struggled to sit up on the bed, but then you heard Bucky's voice again, from the doorway.

"Y/n?"

“Buck?” you gasped, turning around. Only his silhouette was visible, head hung low and hands deep in his pockets. He was leaning against the doorway, silently awaiting your response.

Right then and there, you felt your world collapse. Steve’s monologue made you actually fucking believe things would be fine, but here he was, keeping his promise. In the buttcrack of night, he kept his word, bidding you a much feared farewell.

“Is-” you sobbed, jumping out of bed and rushing towards him. You almost knocked him off of his feet when you flung yourself at him, but he was quick to reciprocate, caging you between his arms. “Is this it? You’re leaving?”

He didn’t say anything which frankly made everything worse. You broke down even further, clinging to his shirt as if it was the only source of oxygen keeping you alive - it sure felt like it.

“Look at me” Bucky urged you, tilting your chin up, “Please?”

You slowly lifted your head, your eyes meeting his.

“I’m sorry, I will make it up to you” he whispered, a frown settling above his tired eyes, “You’ll see”

“What does that even mean?" you questioned, tired and sick of this ongoing conflict that should not even have been an issue to begin with. "You don't have to make up for anything"

"I know you see things like that" he cooed, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone. He spoke softly, his breath fanning against your skin, somehow, even in this situation, managing to calm you down. "But you can understand me too, right?"

"I don't want to" you shrugged, "I don't care. Why does it matter if I understand you or not if you're gonna leave anyway?"

"I'm not leaving, doll"

"What!?" you beamed, pulling away from his hold and grabbing his face in your palms, "You're not- but you're-"

His whole frame softened, "I'm not here to say goodbye, Y/n. I'm not going anywhere"

"Oh god" you gasped.

"Come on, come here" Bucky chuckled softly, bringing you back into his hold, "I'm staying here. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. You're the most badass woman I know and I managed to break you"

"I love you, Buck"

"I love you more, Y/n" he sighed, "I'll make everything right, I promise"

"Oh, fuck" you breathed out relieved, "Just do whatever you want, I don't care. You're here. That's all that matters."

"And we also need to teach you to fight-" he added, "For real. And find a way for you to take those goddamn shackles off in case this happens again"

"Tony won't be too happy about it" you laughed.

"Fuck if I care-" Bucky said strenly, pointing at you, "Next time, you need to be able to stop me. And fast"

"Maybe it won't happen again"

"Maybe not" Bucky nodded, "But if it does, we need to be ready"

"Thank you" you said, "I know I didn't play this right. I know I literally dismissed everything that you must have gone through today. I'm sorry"

"You don't get to be sorry" Bucky stopped you, "Not after-"

"Then you don't get to, either!"

"Meh" he shrugged, "We'll see"

"Bucky!"

"I love you" he laughed, bending down to pick you up. He planted his hands on the back of your thighs, picking you up with ease and walking you over to the bed. You plopped back against the fluffy mattress with a huff, and giggled as he crawled his way on top of you. Instantly, his lips met yours. It was exhilarating, the kind that made your chest ache. You moaned against his lips as love transpired through his touch. It was overwhelming and the first happy tears of the day streamed down your temples as you arched yourself against him.

"I'm so weak for you, fuck" Bucky groaned, his right arm reaching around your back and pressing you against his chest. "You're everything" he added as he kissed his way along your neck, "I'm all yours forever, Y/n. I love you too much"

"I'm here, baby" you moaned, hiding your face into his shoulder, "You're mine, Bucky. All mine."

His lips didn't leave your body as he pushed himself up just enough to be able to reach the buckle of his jeans. The sound made your core ache, and your mouth watered.

There was no patience in his movements. He barely pulled his jeans down to his knees before ridding you of your pajama pants. He lodged himself between your thighs, his mouth instantly back on yours again.

"Come on" you panted, steading your arms against his strong back. Your legs found their way around his frame, ready to pull him closer.

When Bucky guided his hands between your bodies to align the tip of his cock with your opening, you whimpered in anticipation. Agonisingly slow, he trailed his tip along your folds before reaching your clit. With a blissful moan, he reached further up, tapping his cock against your bare cunt a couple of times before returning his attention back to you.

"I got you, baby" he hummed, pecking your lips. "You ready? Is this ok?"

With eagerness, you nodded and wiggled under his weight, your pussy aching for him. "Yes, yes"

When you felt his cock push past your folds, you moaned out loud, your voice cracking with the pure pleasure that took over your being.

He eased himself in, going all the way until he all but knocked the breath out of you, and he stopped. Bucky reached down to kiss you again, his cock motionless, balls deep inside of you.

He bit down on your lip and you giggled.

"Felt your pussy clench around me, doll" he laughed, "You're good to me"

"You may be all mine, Buck, but I'm all yours too"

"Holy shit" he panted, shaking his head in disbelief. It was as if you weren't real. He'd have pinched himself, but if this was a dream, he really did not want to wake up. So he kept going.

Nibbling at the skin of your neck, he started to pull himself out of you. The slow pace was driving you insane. Your need grew so strong you felt everything. His breath, the way his hair tickled your chin, his strong around around your shoulders, his massive thighs rubbing against yours, every small vein along his cock that drove you closer and closer to the sweetest bliss you had ever known.

He got you all worked up at an agonisingly slow pace, before his thrusts became more and more aggravated. You moaned with each thrust despite your struggles to keep quiet.

"You know how much I love hearing you, doll" Bucky shook his head as he drove himself back inside of you all the way, "Moan for me"

"Fuck, ok" you gasped, and closed your eyes as you started to fall apart. You gripped the bed sheets into your hands and pulled as he kept fucking you, deep and hard.

"You're so good, baby" he groaned, "So, so good for me"

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, fervently sucking deep, maroon marks all ice your skin. Gutural grounds betrayed his air of self control as a plethora of curse words escaped his lips. "Taking me so fucking well. I can't keep going like this, you're too fucking tight-"

"Cum, baby" you encouraged, voice low and tender as you spoke against his ear, "Cum for me"

"Don’t have to tell me twice" he chuckled.

His thrusts started to become sloppy and irregular, as his eyes flew closed. You missed the blue of his eyes, but his mouth was slightly agape as he panted his way to an orgasm.

His chest heaved against yours, "How do you feel so fucking good?" Bucky cursed, eyes still closed as he barely managed to mumble his words between the numerous grunts of pleasure that forced their way out of his throat.

You gave him no answer, instead just clung to him tighter, "Fuck, Bucky, I'm close-"

"Come on" he encouraged, hurrying to rub your clit. His fingers found your bud in an instant, working experienced, familiar circles that almost drove you over the edge. "Cum with me, ok?"

You nodded, gathering your lips between your teeth. He kept fucking you, harder and faster until he had turn limp under his weight. You came as his name rolled off your lips, and he followed seconds after, pumping his juices deep inside your pussy.

You felt his absolute pleasure as he breathed heavily against your shoulder. He kept going until you were both spent, and then fell down beside you.

"Bucky-" you whined, turning over and curling into his side, the lack of contact making you more needy than ever.

"Yes, darling?" he panted, tapping your chin.

"Nothing. I just love you"

"Love you too, doll" he huffed, spinning you around so you laid on your back.

He effortlessly helped you out of your shirt and plopped down on top of you, his head resting on your bare chest. His warm, right hand cupped your breast as he closed his eyes. He wrapped himself around you, "Hold me" he muttered, "please"

"Always, Bucky" you said, engulfing him in the tightest hold you could muster. Only then did you feel him calm down completely, and there was nothing in the world you could ever ask for.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan smut

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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮)

Description: Kuroo, Atsumu and Osamu dating a small s/o who likes walking around the house wearing their shirts (and little else)

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Atsumu Miya x Reader, Osamu Miya x Reader

Warning: mild nsfw content towards the end, mostly fluff (and some crack) though

he already loves how tiny you are, but the bagginess of his shirts on you only emphasizes your small frame, which he finds a hundred times more adorable

what he thinks is incredibly endearing though, is how that means that you’re very comfortable around him! your relationship has reached a point where you just go ahead with stealing borrowing his entire wardrobe

he’s happy that you’re chill with lounging around the house with him in just your underwear and one of his shirts

okay, now this fucking clown whines about how it’s unfair that you get to steal his clothes but he can’t wear any of yours. so what does he do?

Kuroo: *struts out in your bra and a mini skirt* honey, get a load of what this push-up bra is doing for my cLeAvaGE 😤 🤡

You: A+ titties babe, you deserve the title of a Victoria’s Secret Angel 😍 🥰 😘

while you’re in his lap or just cuddling in bed, he’ll absolutely have a hand gently caressing your thighs!! skinship is very important to him, and he revels in the feeling of being so physically close to his baby

but sometimes, seeing so much exposed skin makes his mind wander

which means that his hands wander too

one second it’ll be a super cute moment with him holding you close, and then suddenly, he’ll be cupping your breast with one hand and slipping the other down your panties

honestly, you two are pretty much the same because he doesn’t exactly like bundling up at home either

he’ll absolutely tease you, going off on some bullshit tangent about how you wearing his shirts around the house must mean that you “feel the constant need to be close to your beloved boyfriend in some way”

sometimes this leads to crackhead moments such as

Atsumu: babe, i know my shirts smell good but that doesn’t mean you can just walk around the house dressed like a hoe smh ❌🔞😩 those exposed ankles are not getting ya into heaven 😤🙄😪

You: *furiously yanking on socks* excuse mE sir, i am a child of GOD 😤😩😇

okay, but when he reaches back home after a practice that ran late and finds you asleep in his shirt?

this sangwoo-looking asshole will have the softest smile on his face as he recalls you telling him that wearing his clothes was comforting when you were missing him

alright, so this dude definitely has a size kink, which means that he goes crazy seeing you in his shirts - that are obviously too big for you. the fact that they further emphasize how small you are in comparison to his muscular frame gets him so horny

you two also play little teasing games where you walk around the house with fewer and fewer articles of clothing on, daring the other to lose their composure and make the first move

but the minute you take your panties off? he can’t cope with the thought of you being completely bare under his shirt, and he’ll be on you immediately, forgetting all about your little game

this boy finds it cute when you vehemently insist on wearing his shirts, knowing that they would most definitely be too loose on you. but, well, if his darling wanted to wear his clothes, he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain

he’s so amused while watching you aggressively rip your bra and clothes off the second you step through the door, diving straight for his cupboard to carry out your little clothes heist

and honestly, who could blame you for wanting to wear his shirts when they smelt fucking divine

his fragrance was a concoction of his floral fabric softener, mint shampoo, and of course, baked goods

the fact that you now smell like him makes him all fuzzy on the inside

Osamu lives for the feeling of domesticity that arises from watching your tiny frame - clad in his oversized shirts - doing everyday tasks around the house

in an odd way, it also turns him on watching you do something as simple as cooking or cleaning while wearing his clothes - almost like a reminder that you were really, truly his

he can’t help himself from walking towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest before burying his face in your neck

even though he’s done this a million times before, everytime, you find yourself unable to hold back the blush on your face as he trails delicate kisses down the back of your neck

then there are times where his kisses trail lower

and lower

at which point, you forget all about your task as he hoists you up on the nearest surface and lifts your thighs on to his shoulders

#kuroo x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #kuroo headcanons #atsumu headcanons #osamu headcanons #kuroo tetsurou #atsumu miya #osamu miya #haikyuu!! headcanons

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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Annabel Lee; Matthew Gray Gubler

a/n: I usually hate wedding imagines BUT fuck I watched Jim and Pam’s wedding scene again and just had to. Then I got carried away...

description: just getting married to mgg

You ran your fingers down your corset, gripping the red roses in your right hand almost too tightly. The doors that led inside the hall were shut, but you could hear the murmur of the guests awaiting the ceremony to start. Your bridesmaids- your sister, and Kirstin- and his groomsmen- Shemar and Steve- stood before you, casually chatting. Everyone was waiting for your cue, which you weren’t quite ready to give. You needed a few more seconds to breathe.

Your dad (or whomever, I know some of y’all got daddy issues) tapped your elbow, “You ready, honey?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, feeling your breakfast in your throat. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m gonna vomit. Everywhere.”

Kirstin overheard your confession. She turned on her heel, worry in her eyes. Your sister followed her over to you. The three of them crowded you. Your sister set a hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong. I’m just nervous,” you confessed as your hand landed on your skirt. You kept feeling the dress as if to ground yourself.

“For what?” Kirstin prompted.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Like, everything. Like, yeah.”

“Girl,” Shemar interjected, “that man is so in love with you, it makes me sick. You’ll be okay.”

Steve added, “Oh, for sure. He never shuts up.”

Your face flushed and a shocked-in-love expression flooded it, “Really?”

“You look like the equivalent of the gushy eyed emoticon,” your sister laughed. “I think you’re okay.”

“Yeah, I think I’m okay,” you breathed out.

Your sister smoothed your skirt before returning to her position with everyone else. Your dad tucked his arm into yours, “You ready?”

“Ready.”

The doors swung open. Steve and your sister began to float down the aisle, but stopped halfway down. You couldn’t see him over Steve’s head, but you saw Paget at the top of the aisle, smiling proudly. She glanced down to her left and you saw just the slightest bit of brown hair flop in the air. You smiled widely, but became confused when the organ stopped and an upbeat song came on.

Your sister spun around towards you. She leaned around Kirstin and Shemar and winked. Suddenly, she started dancing to the Bruno Mars song. You groaned, tossing your head back and leaning your weight in your dad. Your forehead landed on his shoulder and he chuckled, patting your hair.

You peaked up to see Kirstin and Shemar join their flailing dance movements. Some of your family and friends were pulled up to dance with them. Your eyes flicked across the room, watching everyone engage in the loving moment. Your eyes found the front of the room and landed on Matthew’s.

He was grinning dumbly, hands crossed in front of his tux. He had shaved for the occasion and his hair was short. But, his personality still showed through the little crooked bow tie at his throat and his bright red Converse. His left foot was tapping along to the song and he tossed his head back to laugh. When his head came forward again, his eyes met yours.

He literally gasped, eyes widening. He hit Paget with his shoulder, nodding towards you. She looked at you and you briefly met her eyes, smiling so wide. She gushed to Matthew about you, and he only said, “I know.”

Your dad pulled you forward, urging you to dance with everyone else. You resisted a little, embarrassed by all the eyes that were landing on you. But, you grabbed his hands like you were a little kid again, giving in the numerous spins he tucked you into. He dipped you, letting your head fall towards the floor as a guttural laugh fell from your lips. When you were lifted back onto your feet, you shook your hips and spun around on your own.

You had made it about halfway down the aisle and the song was halfway over. You let go of your dad’s hand, finding Matthew’s eyes again. You needed to touch him, to hold him. You balled up your dress in your hands and ran up to the risers. He grinned down at you, about two steps up from the floor.

“Well, hello,” his cheeky voice remarked. You held out your hand and he didn’t hesitate to grab on. You pulled him into the aisle, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. He swung you round and round, rocking side to side as the song continued on. Everyone looked towards you, still dancing.

Eventually, the song winded down. Matthew held your hand as you climbed up the steps, feet aching in your heels. He straightened out the bottom of your dress, drawing awes from the crowd who was settling down. You let out a hasty breath, feeling somewhat sweaty from the dancing. Matthew stepped up beside you, Paget standing between you.

“Alrighty, then,” she remarked, brushing off Matthew’s shoulder. The room laughed a little at what had just happened. Once they silenced, Paget looked between the two of you. “So, I have the awesome honor of officiating these two’s wedding. Matthew officiated mine and Y/N sang a song at the reception. They hadn’t been together yet, but at the reception, they danced for hours. I remember talking to Gube after the night ended and I mentioed Y/N. He told me that he was planning on going to buy her roses the next day, that he was going to show up at her apartment with the proposition of going to Vegas and getting married.”

Matthew held your eyes in his, lips pressing together as a sheepish expression came over him. Your eyes widened, squeezing his hand in yours. “What?” You mouthed. He shrugged, eyes flicking away cheekily.

Paget laughed at your interaction, “Yeah, don’t worry. I talked him down. I told him to bring you a coffee, considering she’d drank plenty that night. I told him, coffee and roses. And ask her to dinner. He called me the next night and told me that they were going to be painting birdhouses that weekend. I told him that he was literally the weirdest man I had ever met. And then he called me again on Sunday and told me that they’d kissed. And, despite me urging him to wait, he went out and bought this ring.”

Paget held up the ring that was going to be on your finger room. You gasped, looking up at the piece of jewerly. Tears flooded your eyes at the realization. Matthew tugged on your arm slightly, drawing your watery eyes back to his.

Paget continued on through her speech, though you could barely focus on anything but his eyes. They were so, so thoughtful and loving, and you just wanted to hug him. He kept you grounded by rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, the rough edge of his thumb soothing your senses.

When it came time for your vows, you thought you were going to burst. You went first, “Um, okay, I had it written down, because I knew I would ramble, but I kinda just want to ramble.”

The guests chuckled at your words. You continued, “When I first met you, I thought that you were just the coolest person ever. You wore these big, colorful shoes and patterned socks which you always made sure were visible when wearing pants. You had all these cool kimonos that you’d wear on set all the time and you always made sure everyone laughed at least once a day, no matter if the scene we were shooting was sad or terrifying. I was so intimidated by you because you were this really successful actor who everyone in Hollywood says is some heartbreaker, but then I was eating cheese on set and you came up beside me and started talking to me about birds. Like, rattling off stupid facts about birds. And I think that’s when I was in love with you.

“But of course, I didn’t really know it. I was kinda just blindly finding companionship in you. And then, one day, you walked into my trailer one day after shooting and told me about this Edgar Allen Poe poem. You pulled out your journal and showed me this pen drawing of me, like, my face! And beside it you had written, ‘tell Y/N about Annabel Lee.’ And that’s when I knew I was in love with you.”

You took a moment to sniffle and draw your thoughts. You noticed Matthew’s bottom lib wobble and a thin line of tears fell down his chin. You reached up and wiped at his cheek with your thumb. He leaned into your hand.

“Matthew, everyday with you is a literal adventure. You force me out of my comfort zone in the best way possible. Without you, I think I’d still be avoiding phone calls with people in general. You’ve taught me to be fearlessly brave and to love myself more than anyone else. Except you, of course. You, I love more than anything. More than everything. You are larger than life and bigger than any stupid argument we could ever have. I love you.”

A bout of silence followed as Matthew attempted to refrain from sobbing. He thought about what to say before beginning with, “I bought a pair of socks with dinosaurs and hearts on them just because of you and this stupid song you showed me about dinosaurs being in love. This was before we got together. You told me how much you loved them and even though they cost like $20 and I couldn’t find them again, I let you have them.”

You gaped at the man, a slightly annoyed smile present. Of course. He winked at you and went on, “I always did stupid stuff like that. Like, going out of my way in the morning to get you those mini pancakes from the coffee shop that I lied and said was right across the street from my apartment. You didn’t know that until. You also didn’t know that I went to three different states to find you a birthday present that was literally just a blanket. But it was so worth it to see you curled up on the couch with it. And then, of course, there’s the little things, like filling up your car with gas and pretending like you just hadn’t known you didn’t use that much. Watering your plants without you knowing. Always making sure I buy you the same type of food I’m getting even if you’re not hungry because you are hungry.”

Laughter came again. Matthew shook his head, eyes crinkled, and he continued, “I’m not boasting about how great of a partner I am. No, I’m just telling everyone, telling you, that I love you. I would and do go to the ends of the Earth for you because you are my world. I don’t know how else to end this than to end it with our true beginning; ‘For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee.’ You are my Annabel Lee.”

Everything moved on pretty quickly as you recited more repetitions and slid the rings onto each other fingers. Eventually, you were being prompted the room as Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Gray Gubler.

“That sounds ridiculous,” he leaned into your ear.

You giggled in response, squeezing his shoulder. Paget announced that you were to kiss and, as if he couldn’t be more dramatic, Matthew swooped you across his body. He dipped you, leaning down as you held onto his hand and shoulder and kissed you deeply. The room erupted into applause.

And you lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by him.

#mgg fluff #mgg x reader #mgg imagine #mgg gifs #mgg #mgg oneshot #mgg fanfiction #mgg blurb #mgg x y/n #matthew gray gubler x reader #Matthew Gray Gubler fluff

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collisiondiscourse · 4 years

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SKSKSKSKSKSK CODI CODI PLEASE I LOVE DADRAGON HISASHI PLS CAN I GET A COUPLE HCS

*SLAMS DESK* THANK HECK SOMEONE ASKED ME BECAUSE I *LOVE* TALKING ABOUT MY MENTAL IMAGE FOR HISASHI MIDORIYA

listen. ok. in my mind, hisashi is the COOLEST DAD EVER. THE COOL ONE EVERYONE *WISHES* THEY HAD

-he has red hair and bright green eyes and freckles EVERYWHERE just like deku. except i hc that his firebreathing thing is partially a dragon thing!! so he has little horns on top of his head and a few patchy areas with scales. he looks COOL ASF until u get to the back n see his tiny ass wings that dont do nuthin

inko makes fun of his stubby wings so much n hes always like "BAAAABE STOP U KNOW I WAS BORN LIKE THIS 😭" but its ok bc he still luvs her

HE. DRESSES. HORRIBLY. Like im talkin stupid unbuttoned polos with band shirts underneath and ratty ass jeans. he wears socks and sandals and sometimes even jorts. hes always wearing like 30 unmatched pieces of jewelry bc hes a dragon and he HOARDS

most of the jewelry is handmade bracelets izuku sent him as a kid and he NEVER TAKES THEM OFF even if theyre literally falling apart

AND LIKE. OK. DEKUS RED SHOES RIGHT?? HE ACTUALLY GOT THOSE FROM HIS DAD WHO BOUGHT HIM AND BAKUGOU MATCHING RED AND BLUE ONES AND A RED ADULT SIZED PAIR FOR HIMSELF TOO. bakugou stopped wearing them after he grew out of them but IZUKU AND HISASHI ARE STUBBORN MFS N WEAR THE SAME SHOES EVERYDAY.

dekusquad jokingly is always like "ahh finding the male midoriyas in a crowd is always easy! just look for them big ass red shoes ✌"

all that aside tho. if u look past the disastrous fashion sense. hisashi midoriya is HOT hot.

LIKE. ok. hes mostly lean w a bit of chub, from working as a successful barista in america, and hes also TALL AS HECK. hes like. maybe a few inches shorter than all might. bottomline is that hes REALLY ATTRACTIVE. ESPECIALLY WHEN INKO DRESSES HIM UP

and when deku introduces him to 1A and his teachers for the first time everyones looking at hisashi n blushing n they look at deku n theyre all like "....dude"

(and maybe because they notice the fact that deku actually looks pretty similar to his dad 1A starts to realize that deku isnt actually that plain when you stare at his face long enough and oh wow uh—"

ANYWAY katsuki 💯 had a crush on dekus dad when he was younger. mitsuki makes fun of her son like ALL THE TIME for having a crush on her best friend. hisashi demonstrated his quirk once in front of the bakugous to show off a bartending trick and that was literally the first time katsuki ever complimented a quirk aside from his own

hisashi and deku at the same time combining their adorable energy: kacchan!!

katsuki, furiously blushing: STOP

anyway aside from katsuki—uraraka, todoroki, and shinsou DEFINITELY also have a crush on dekus dad. NO ONE CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS. obvs everyone in UA thinks hisashi's cool and SMOKIN, but those four have it like BAD.

SO BAD.

dekus oblivious to this. so is hisashi. he goes up to shouto once and ruffles his hair and calls him sport and todoroki sets his desk on fire.

uraraka keeps making things float accidentally because she gets sidetracked staring at deku and his dad side by side and "oh wow they both have a freckle on the back of their neck just a little below their left ears—"

shinsou just. goes up to deku n hands him a note that says "get ur dad out of my school"

BUT THE FUNNIEST PART THO. THE FUNNIEST PART.

all might has a crush on hisashi too.

LIKE HISASHI COMES BACK TO JAPAN N IS ALL LIKE "wow i miss being here! is all might still no. 1? hows my son doing? america was so stressful! im so glad to be back in sweet home musutafu :)"

n then he comes home and all mights eating ice cream on the couch cursing at the football game on TV

hisashi: ....all might-san?

toshinori: u-aH? uh? good evening er. uh. mr. midoriya?? welcome home! im going to gay—i mean go!!

hisashi: w—

toshinori, panicking and reverting to symbol of peace dealing with PR mode: ENJOY YOUR SON! HAVE A NICE STAY! DONT DO DRUGS *leaves house in sweatpants and slams the door shut*

toshinori, internally: oh my god what the fuck what the fuck is this a quirk am i dying

when it calms down tho toshinoris still a blushing stuttering mess buT AT LEAST YK WHAT?? they bond over talking about america and deku!!

they both go on long af rambles about american lifestyles n all the weird people theyve met while in there and then they start throwing around words like bucky's convenience store and bubba gump shrimps and everyone stops listening

izuku notices how weird his mentor is around his dad but doesnt rlly care bc two!!! two father figures!!!! and a mom figure!!!!! they all play (quirk powered) dodgeball every other sunday while 1A watches in a mix of horror, attraction, and unbridled joy.

toshinori: oh my god why did they both have to be hot. why couldnt it have just been inko? thats easier to deal with. i cant do both. i cant HANDLE both. who allowed this? why?

aizawa: how the fuck did you get into my office its 4 am yagi.

#IM SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT HISASHI MIDORIYA #I LITERALLY HAVE A PART 2 IN MY HEAD #THIS HISASHI LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN #cw long post #long post cw #long post #tw long post #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #LISTEN. DEKUBOWL EXTENDS TO ALL MIDORIYAS #IF YOU DONT LOVE A MIDORIYA UR WRONG #deku #hisashi midoriya #midoriya hisashi #asks #yeets your boy #collisioncomrades

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 22

First

My brain really gave me ideas for four different stories at once and then said ‘good luck’ huh

There were a few moments right after they realized that it was Hawkmoth that the miraculous holders had panicked. They had all half-ran to their rooms and started looking around to make sure their identities were safe.

And, surprisingly, it seemed that they were.

Carapace’s backpack had been thrown across the room hard enough to dent the plaster but the books and folders inside were untouched. His computer screen had been cracked but Hawkmoth hadn’t even tried to unlock it.

Right, so apparently he was just trying to scare them. A kind of ‘I know where you sleep, don’t test me’ situation.

He fixed his overturned desk chair and took a seat with a heavy sigh of relief. His room was in shambles and he was going to have to spend one of his few nights off cleaning and maybe beg for money from the rich kids, but at least his family was safe.

“Hey, guys?” Called Chat, his voice laced with concern.

Carapace was on his feet in a flash. Considering Hawkmoth was only really concerned with getting the cat and ladybug miraculous, it was entirely plausible that he’d only been looking to figure out those two identities.

(Why had he decided to trash the house if that was just it, Carapace didn’t know. It would be better to not let on the fact that he knew who they were. Pettiness, maybe?)

He was the first to Chat’s room, but he could hear the others running over, too.

Chat was standing in his room, a confused frown playing at his lips as he nudged things around with his feet. He looked up at the others. “He didn’t do anything to my room… I don’t…”

“Huh?” Said Ladybug.

There was a beat where everyone looked over the room. Chat was right, he realized. The room was a mess but not in the same way everyone else’s was. Nothing was broken.

And it wasn’t like Hawkmoth would have just missed the room. It was in the middle of the hallway, and everyone else had been hit. It wasn’t a time thing, he had just… somehow not done anything.

The four in the doorway exchanged wary glances.

And then Rena snickered. “He must have thought he’d already done your room. I mean, look at it. It’s enough of a mess, he didn’t need to do anything.”

“That’s true. I’d assume I’d already done it, too,” said Chloe.

“Maybe we should stay in here for the night,” suggested Ladybug. She bunched up the front of her dress in her hands. “It’s safer, no broken glass to step on or anything.”

“The bed’s certainly big enough,” said Rena.

Chloe nodded. “And it’d be nice to have something to do. At least he has a working TV, still.”

“Sleepover in Chat’s room it is!” Said Carapace with false cheer.

If Chat noticed anything off about their demeanor, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he started walking around and picking stuff up.

They all went off in different directions.

He detransformed and changed into a designated Sleeping Hoodie (which was definitely different than his everyday hoodies) and a pair of sweatpants… then he reluctantly added socks. Ladybug had been right about the floor being more than a little dangerous. Still, wearing socks around the house was weird to him.

At least it wasn’t shoes.

He walked down to the kitchen for some snacks and found Ladybug mourning the broken coffee machine. She was curled up on the ground, hugging the few remaining coffee pods to her like she thought Hawkmoth would come back and steal them.

He slowly knelt down next to her to make sure she wasn’t going into shock or something.

She blinked at him, and then her face hardened. She no longer looked sad, instead she looked absolutely livid. He wasn’t sure this was an improvement.

“I’m killing Hawkmoth.”

There was no response to that that didn’t sound stupid (and he didn’t want to mess up and add himself to her hitlist), so he just reached out and rested his hand on her head. He had no clue what he was doing, but it worked, somehow. Her shoulders relaxed.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Murder is bad or whatever.”

He couldn’t really disagree, so he just nodded and withdrew his hand.

He got up and realized he’d forgotten why he’d come down to the kitchen in the first place. He stood there for a moment, fruitlessly trying to recall why he was there, before dejectedly going back to his room. It was there that his stomach growled to remind him that food was a thing and he headed back down.

Chloe and Rena were in the living room. Chloe had changed into a nightgown and Rena was sporting a sports bra and pajama shorts.

Chloe had her phone out and she motioned for him to move so she could get a better shot. He did so, moving to hide behind the couch.

She beamed at him before tapping her phone once and beginning to speak:

“Hawkmoth is so lame. I mean, look at all this. He comes into our house when he’s completely sure none of us are around like a --”

“Fucking,” Rena swore for her.

“-- coward. Imagine being so scared of what five teenagers would do in retaliation for trashing their house that you don’t even have the guts to do it while they’re there. And all he did was throw --”

“Shit.”

“-- around! Do some damage! Congrats on wasting maybe a few thousand euros, but maybe step up your game a little. Even your akumas do more than this.”

She walked over to show the message Hawkmoth had written them and then rolled her eyes.

“I mean, look at this --”

“Shit.”

“What does he think he is? A 90s cartoon villain? PLEASE. At least those have the --”

“Balls.”

“-- to actually show up once and a while at the season finale. Give me a break. Hawkmoth, if you want us to be scared, maybe you should try being an actual threat, don’t you think?”

She stopped recording and uploaded the video as is.

He got out of his hiding place.

… did he really forget what he was doing? Again?

Well, he knew whatever it was he was doing was in the kitchen. He walked in and realized that, hey, it was a KITCHEN. What could he be doing except for getting food? He walked to the fridge and found that, to his horror, Hawkmoth had just straight up stolen their food. Like an asshole.

He dejectedly made his way up to Chat’s room, intending to collapse on his bed and whine until the rich kid ordered pizza or something, only to pause in the doorway.

Chat’s room was… clean? The floors were spotless, the bed made. The room smelled faintly of lavender.

His brain scrambled for an explanation. Maybe Chat had been akumatized. Or, maybe, someone else had gotten akumatized into a copy-Chat and they’d taken the wrong one home by mistake. Or Rena was playing a prank on them.

Chat looked up from the game he was playing and gave a half-smile. He was wearing a set of silk pajamas, because of course he was.

“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there forever?”

He didn’t know what was going on, which was really just a summary of the entire night if he was being honest, so he just went on autopilot and picked up the other controller.

The others filed in one at a time. Ladybug was first and she blinked a few times before she slowly walked over and sat on Carapace’s other side. He had no clue what she was wearing, because she had wrapped herself up tightly in a thick blanket -- wait, wasn’t that just the comforter on her bed?

Before he could ask her this, she wriggled her arms out of her blanket and started sketching. (Everyone knew not to interrupt her when she was working unless they wanted to risk her snapping at them, and the loss of her coffee could only make that worse.)

A few minutes later Rena plopped herself down beside Chat. Carapace flinched and ended up dying in the game. He hadn’t heard her come in, but that wasn’t surprising anymore, just annoying. He glanced at her and saw that she looked angry enough to make an akuma.

Oh. Right. Rena was the one always cleaning up after Chat. He’d be mad, too, if he had to do that for months only to find out that he was perfectly capable of cleaning up after himself.

She calmed down a little when she saw that their game was currently not going well. Karma.

Chloe came in last and, as always, was the most blunt: “Who are you and what have you done with Chat?”

Chat paused the game and pulled an awkward smile to his face. “I… it’s still me. It’s just… I didn’t want to have my first sleepover to be so messy.”

There was a moment as this registered in everyone’s minds.

“This is your WHAT?!”

Fuck the Hawkmoth thing, this was way more important.

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cutieodonoghue · 4 years

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dark gray (15/17)

summary: Killian Jones operates a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere, preferring a life of isolation, until one day a woman and a baby wash up on his little island and change his life forever.

read it on: ao3, ff.net

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Fifteen

Two Weeks Later

The media had finally decided the story was over just a few days before Christmas, probably because they’d rather spend their holiday with their own families rather than staring at the Nolan house all day with no updates to her story.

And somehow, after that, it’s normal again. Well, as normal as it can be.

It’s not easy to play the part she’d once performed so easily just a few months ago. For better or worse, the time she’d spent on the island has changed her.

Without any phone calls or messages sent from across the ocean, Emma feels stagnant. If she went back for him, there would be no guarantees of leads or direction. Leaving might even make it harder for Killian to find her.

Ruby and Belle, two of her closest friends, come to the house one morning and practically drag her out the front door to take her Christmas present shopping.

“So when will you tell us about what happened?” Ruby wonders, peering over at her from the driver's seat of Emma’s beat up VW Bug.

Emma rolls her eyes. “I’ve already told you guys everything. I fell into the ocean and washed up on the shore of a tiny island somewhere.”

“Yeah, and there was a hot lighthouse keeper. What’s he like? Killian Jones.”

Belle gasps from the backseat. “Ruby! Be kind.” The librarian turns, “Sorry, Emma. How about we talk about something else?”

Their favorite place to shop for odds and ends is on Main Street, so that’s where they find themselves, baskets in their arms while they stroll through the aisles chatting and laughing.

It’s easier to forget the sadness she feels in the back of her mind while instead thinking about what gifts make sense for her parents, or while she’s trying to keep track of the latest Ruby drama.

“Oh, Emma, Belle has a boyfriend.” Ruby suddenly announces, shaking her head in surprise. “I totally forgot to tell you.”

Emma looks at Belle, smirking slightly. “You do?”

Belle wears a bright red blush, covering her face with the mittens that she holds in her hands. “I do.”

She and Ruby share a laugh at Belle’s shyness over the fact that she’s in a relationship.

Emma reaches out to touch Belle’s arm, gently assuring her that she cares. “Who is it?”

Belle hesitates, looking between Ruby and Emma. She lowers her voice slightly, as if she’s going to be overheard. “Will. You can’t tell anyone. It’s so new, Emma.”

She has to laugh again. “Will Scarlet?”

Belle gasps. “Don’t laugh! I wouldn’t laugh if one of you were seeing someone.”

“The brooding sailor and the hopeless romantic librarian.” Ruby sighs wistfully. She plucks something off of a nearby shelf to add to her basket. “They’re really cute, though, Em. After Christmas, we should get together for dinner so we can interrogate him.”

Emma nods. “Sure.”

“I don’t see why you’d need to,” Belle rolls her eyes. “You both know him.”

“But we have to. It's our job!”

It always happens like this. In the middle of mundane conversation, a pit sinks to the pit of her stomach and she loses all of the joy she may or may not have had before.

Belle must notice, because she holds Emma’s arm, pressing her hand and chin against Emma’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Emma manages a smile. “I’m fine… I just think I should get going.”

“Emma…”

“No, Emma, stay.” Ruby begs, pouting her lower lip. “We can talk about literally anything else. Like, okay,” She exchanges a wide-eyed look with Belle. “Last week I was with my Granny and she said there’s no reason for us to keep making the apple crisp? What’s that about?” Her voice lowers, “People still order apple crisp.”

Belle’s gaze follows Emma, a small worried frown on her lips. “Why don’t we look for something to give Killian for Christmas?”

Somehow, the thought doesn’t hit her as hard as it could. In fact, she thinks it would be good to buy him a present.

“Okay.”

Belle thoughtfully turns to the shelves nearby. “How does he feel about candy canes? This store seems to have an endless supply.”

They all laugh briefly. Emma tucks her hair behind her ears, thoughtful. “Let’s see if they have any journals.”

He’s started thinking about fleeing the hospital in the middle of the night.

Everyday, it’s the same thing. He sleeps, he eats, a nurse comes and chastises him for trying to stand on his own. Rinse and repeat.

His doctor says he has to stay put for another week, but the newspaper Smee brings him claims that it’s almost Christmas, and he can’t possibly spend Christmas wearing a paper-thin gown and a pair of socks from the lost and found.

Not when he could be with Emma. Not when she’s out there wondering if he’s even alive.

“Smee, I need to get out of here.”

It isn’t the first time he’s suggested an escape, so Smee just glances at him briefly while he fiddles with the remote to the television that hangs on the wall ahead of them.

“Will you give me my clothes at least? This hospital gown is starting to chafe.”

Smee sighs, frustrated with the remote control, and drops it on the table. He looks at Killian again. “What?”

Killian groans. “If I could hit you, I would. You’re useless.”

His only friend pivots his chair toward him and folds his hands together. “How about we have a chat?”

“About what?”

Smee shrugs. “Do you think you’ll go live in America with Emma once you’re out of the hospital?”

“That’s the hope.”

Smee hums thoughtfully. “I think it would be worth looking for her online… maybe we could see if we can find a friend…”

“Smee, I need to get to her in person.” Killian interrupts Smee’s train of thought. “I can’t… I’m exhausted of this. I need to be with her.”

Smee thoughtfully stares at him. Then, he reaches for his bag, digging into it to remove a slip of paper.

“I know it isn’t much, but a friend of mine found an address online. It might be Emma’s...”

Sitting upright, Killian’s brow dips as his eyes narrow. “Hold on. You’ve had an address this whole time?”

Smee stares at him blankly. “You’ve been bedridden.”

He thinks about his options very, very briefly, before he determinedly pushes back the sheets and forces himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

Killian grits his teeth. It’s never easy getting out of bed merely to visit the restroom, but he can’t force himself to stay another minute with Smee suffocating him to death with his crossword puzzles and mid-afternoon variety shows.

With teeth still gritted, he yanks the IV out of his arm, much to Smee’s alarm. “Oh! Please, don’t do what I think you’re doing. Please stay in bed. Please.”

His stocking feet hit the cold floor with a grimace. He extends an arm to Smee. “Hand me my clothes.”

Smee stares at him, not moving. Killian stares back, lifting a daring eyebrow.

“Now, Smee.”

The man jostles into action, grabbing his folded clothes from the bag he’d kept at his side. Killian sheds the hospital gown and takes each article as quickly as Smee passes them over.

It’s not easy getting into the shirt, which really should be a warning sign that pulling on pants will be impossible, but he dives into the task headfirst anyway.

He does it for Emma. He does it for Henry. He does it for sake of his own sanity.

After he dresses, he finds his breathing labored and he aches in ways he shouldn’t, but he looks at Smee again anyway. “The address.”

Smee comes closer to him, paper in hand. He hesitates. “I can’t give it to you.”

Killian begins to cradle the pain in his ribs, but refuses to slow down. “Smee. I’m not asking.”

He glares at the man until Smee caves, slouching his shoulders as he passes him the paper. “How are you going to get there? Look at you. You don’t even have any shoes!”

“Then thank you for offering yours. Bloody kind of you.”

Smee gives him a weary look, but kicks off his own boots to offer them to Killian. For someone trying to keep him from leaving, Smee isn’t exactly doing a good job.

Holding his head up high, Killian knows the only way he’ll be able to get past the nurses and doctors is if he does so quickly and with a level head.

He takes a deep breath and takes one step forward, already regretting the decision to wear a size of shoe too small for his feet.

“I’m only going to ask you once more to stay. Please. You can’t make the trip like this alone.”

Killian stares at Smee. Smee stares back at him.

Almost as if Smee reads Killian’s mind, his shoulders fall and he sighs. “I’ll collect my things.”

It has been four weeks. Four weeks since she’d last seen Killian. Four weeks since she’d last kissed him. Four weeks since she asked him to come back to her.

There was a voice in her mind that whispered darkly to her sometimes. Maybe he stayed on purpose. Maybe he didn’t actually want to leave. Maybe he hadn’t actually changed.

Maybe everything she thought she’d experienced on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean was in her head.

Emma does her best to shed these thoughts, but sometimes, she clings to them.

She drives to the diner, where she’d told Mary Margaret they could meet for lunch, and sits parked in front of the building for far too long.

Her phone buzzes twice.

Mom: Henry and I are at the diner!

Mom: Come whenever you’re ready (smiling emoji)

Deciding she should go inside, Emma sighs deeply and unbuckles her seatbelt. Making life normal again felt wrong without Killian here.

She sits beside her mother at the diner, leaving room for David to join opposite them in a little while. Henry happily bounces in Mary Margaret’s arms, giggling when Emma leans in and kisses his cheek. “Hi, baby.”

Her mother smiles at her. “I think he’s going to start standing on his own soon.”

“Yeah?” Emma asks, excited. Henry squirms from Mary Margaret and into Emma’s arms. She sighs happily, pressing her cheek into his baby soft curls. “I’ll miss him being this small, though.”

Mary Margaret chuckles. “We all will.”

All too easily, Emma’s delight with being with her family fades and she finds herself taking a breath just to hold it.

“If we knew where he was, I would tell you to go find him.” Mary Margaret says, seeming to know exactly where her mind went.

Emma nods. “Yeah.”

She pauses, a pest of a thought gnawing at her, begging to be shared. Emma fights with that impulse for a few seconds. Mary Margaret didn’t need to know the very worst of her inner thoughts.

And yet, the thought gnaws. Emma peers at her mother, the ever kind and compassionate source of hope and love in her life.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” Her voice is without meaning harm or pity. It hardly ever is.

Hesitating just a few seconds more, Emma adjusts herself in the booth so she can face her mother more.

“Up until the last few days, he still wanted to stay on the island, and I don’t know if he really meant what he said. How am I supposed to know for sure? I mean, it isn’t like we’d known each other for a long time.”

Her mother frowns. “Emma, you can’t think like this.”

“It’s just being honest.” She sighs. “If he deep down had any doubts… maybe he took the easy out where he could and that’s why we haven’t heard from him.”

Her mother, who has always been filled to the brim with fairytales and happy endings, reaches for Emma’s hand and shakes her head.

“You have to have hope, Emma. Without it, there’s no chance for a happy ending. Do you think we ever gave up hope we’d find you?”

Guilt hits her in a hard pang. She swallows thickly. “No. Of course not.”

Her mother tilts her head to the side, smiling gently. “Then why should you give up on Killian?”

Abruptly, Emma’s phone buzzes on the table and her eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, shoot. I have to take this outside. It’s the doctor.”

Doctors visits had become a weekly routine. Between herself and Henry, the tests and exams seemed endless, although necessary to make sure they were alright after everything they’d been through.

Her mom takes Henry as Emma answers the phone, “Hello?”

“Hi, Emma, it’s Doctor Whale’s office. I’m Nurse Bell calling about your blood test results.”

Emma hums as she steps out the diner’s front door, the bell tinkling in her wake. Taking the steps down to the snowy patio quickly, she isn’t paying any attention when she runs straight into another person.

“Oh!”

Her phone almost falls from her hand when she staggers after the impact. Before her stands her father, who laughs, apologetic. He steadies her with his hands on each of her arms.

“Oh, geez. Sorry, Sweetie.”

She laughs in response, using his shoulder as a balance while she pulls herself back together. “It’s okay. I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

He gently reaches up to adjust her hat on her head. “There you go.”

Emma smiles in thanks, softening a little at the gentleness of the interaction. “Mom and Henry are in our favorite booth.” She holds up her phone. “I have to take this. Be right in.”

David nods in understanding and Emma quickly pulls her phone back to her ear. “So sorry about that. I just... had a run-in with someone.”

The nurse laughs. “I heard. Do you want to hear your results over the phone or would you rather come into the office?”

Emma shakes her head. There’s no need to visit the doctor again if it was just a routine blood test. “I’ll take them now, if that’s possible.”

Nurse Bell pauses. “Okay, well… everything looks good. Um… well, except…”

Her heart skips an anxious beat. “What is it?”

“Well, congratulations are in order, Emma,” the nurse says with a smile she can hear even on the phone, “you’re pregnant.”

All of the blood completely drains from her face and she finds herself standing so still, so quiet, that she almost forgets that she’s on the phone.

Her voice breaks when she finally squeaks out, “What?”

The nurse rattles off a bunch of information, but Emma isn’t listening.

Pregnant.

How the hell did this happen?

Of course, she knows how. She just doesn’t... know how.

Somehow, she ends the call and finds the will within herself to lift her feet, though her mind races with thoughts of Killian.

His eyes, so blue. Would their child have blue eyes too?

Once she stands inside Granny’s Diner, she casts her gaze onto her parents and Henry.

Henry is going to be a big brother.

She’s going to have a baby.

And Killian is still missing.

Every excuse she’d made up for not going to look for him now seems so insignificant. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that they were meant to be together, but now she actually felt it in her bones.

She shouldn’t have waited for so long to go… maybe she shouldn’t have even left so quickly after reuniting with her parents. But staying here now, with the knowledge that both of her children could be without their father… it felt wrong in the worst way.

Guilt floods her mind, squashing the darkness that had been bothering her all day with a bitter flavor. She almost allows it to overwhelm her, to anchor her to the premise it feeds her, but somewhere deep down, hope stirs within.

Hope that this is only a hiccup, that she would find him, and they would be together again. No matter where, or when, or how, Emma would see Killian again.

When she comes back to the table in the back corner of the diner, she sits beside her mom, who immediately turns to her with worry knitting her brow.

“What’s wrong?”

Emma’s mouth opens, words refusing to form on her tongue. She shakes her head slowly. “I’m going to find Killian. I should get on a plane tonight.”

Mary Margaret looks across the table at David, as if she needs help wrangling Emma in, but her father nods, a kind smile on his face.

“Whatever you need to do. Let’s go. I’m with you, Emma.”

#cs ff #cs au #captain swan #dark gray #my writing

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cycat4077 · 4 years

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Sleeping Arrangements

Part 3 in the Changes verse, though it’s not necessary to read the other parts beforehand. (Part 1 | Part 2) AO3 here (Takes place Christmas 2015, right after 17x10 “Catfishing Teacher”)

Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: none (hopefully just some wholesome fluff) Words: 1858 Summary: Prior to this trip, sleeping arrangements weren't something you'd given much thought. You had been too preoccupied with pre-holiday grading, remembering the presents and packing the bags. But now, the situation poses a bit of a conundrum: one new family member and no extra beds.

"So, my mom is a lot like yours. She'll probably smother you in love and food," you warn as the wintery highway passes by.

"I don't mind that," answers Sonny from the driver's seat. Snowflakes collect and melt on the windshield, dispersing the morning light that shines through them. It's Christmas day and the two of you left NYC early to be able to make it upstate in due time.

"My dad on the other hand," you continue, "may look intimidating, but he's actually a big softy. Cries at chick-flicks all the time. Just don't tell him I told you that!" Sonny lets out a warm chuckle. "Noted!" Ever since you spent Thanksgiving with the Carisis, you've been excited to bring Sonny home to meet your parents. Not only that, but he also just finished a really tough case, so you hope that getting away from work and having a hardy family meal would do him good. "You're not nervous, are you?" you ask hesitantly, recalling how anxious you had been on the drive to Staten Island. "I mean, yeah, but not really. If your folks are anything like you, then I'm guaranteed to be just fine." Sonny smiles reassuringly before shifting his eyes back to the snowy roads. -x- "MY BABY!" exclaims your mother as you kick off your boots and step inside the house. You fold your arms around each other and hug. It has been too long since you’ve seen one another in person. "And you must be Sonny," she adds, waving over your boyfriend. "It's a pleasure, Mrs. -" but before Sonny has a chance to finish, your mom wraps her arms around him. A low oof escapes his mouth as she squeezes. Yep, Sonny has officially been adopted into the family. "I've heard so much about you, so it's wonderful to finally meet you!" Your mother is absolutely bursting with joy. "Likewise," replies Sonny, flashing one of his infamous smiles. In the meantime, you give your dad a giant hug, glad to see him too. Then it’s time for introductions. At first your father seems to be sizing up your boyfriend, hardened eyes scanning him over skeptically. Sonny extends his hand, offering a polite "Nice to meet you, sir" but your father hesitates. C’mon dad, you think, flashing him a stern look. Thankfully he accepts Sonny's gesture with a firm handshake. "My daughter goes on and on about you and how happy she is," he declares and finally allows a smile. A breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in escapes, puffing out your cheeks. Always attentive, Sonny senses your unease and casts you a loving look, stepping over to slip you under his arm. After presents and overnight bags are unpacked from the car, the four of you sit down for an early supper. The dining room table is overrun by casserole dishes filled with turkey, dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes and baked carrots; everything that traditionally composes a holiday meal in your household. Once bellies are plump and full, you all sit around the Christmas tree. Growing up, family Christmas trees were always real spruce and were adorned with old ornaments that had sentimental rather than aesthetic value. And like all Christmases before, this year’s tree gives the living room a wonderful smell, while shiny bulbs twinkle from the colored lights that hang on its branches. With everyone gathered together, you swap presents. You had debated endlessly with yourself over what to get Sonny. The two of you were only together for about two months. Was that too soon to be buying expensive or sentimental gifts? Or, since we’re so committed to one another, would it be expected? Instead, you listened to your gut and bought something that you sincerely hoped would make Sonny smile. "What is it, doll?" asks Sonny while tearing at the wrapping paper. The man has the patience of a five-year old. You don't answer, but rather just watch while he takes the gift out of the box. "It's a…" Sonny's face softens and he runs his fingers over the material, "a briefcase." "For when you get that degree and become a lawyer," you elaborate timidly. The item set you back a pretty penny but it was crafted from soft, brown leather and resembled the old style of briefcases from the 50's. You wished that this gift would show Sonny just how much you believe in him. At first he's silent. He simply looks at you with an unreadable expression. He doesn't like it. It's too soon for a gift like this. But then Sonny unleashes a smile so wide that his eyes crinkle at the corners. Your tummy somersaults. "I love it!" Sonny leans over and pulls you into an embrace. You flush with warmth and nuzzle your nose into the soft juncture of his neck. In fact, you're so caught up in the moment that you forget your parents are sitting one sofa over until a quiet 'aww' resonates from your mother. You pull apart to see a pair of baby blues shining with appreciation. Sonny then gets up, sock feet padding towards his coat by the door. He reaches into the pocket, pulls something out and quickly returns to his place beside you. He extends his arm, presenting a small box with intricate wrapping. Your breath catches in your throat. It's jewelry. Sonny studies you with nervous excitement, coaxing you to open it. When you do, the velvety box reveals a silver pendant on a matching chain. You touch the cool metal delicately with your finger, tracing the outline of an apple. "Yourra teacher," Sonny remarks, his tone turning somewhat shy. "And when you like a teacher, you're supposed ta give 'em an apple." You feel tears forming in your eyes as his sentiments soak in. "It's beautiful, Sonny." And you mean those words from the bottom of your heart. It's perfect. He's perfect. You ask him for help to put it on, moving your hair out of the way. His fingertips tenderly graze along the back of your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin. When the clasp is secured, you release your hair and gently adjust the pendant to the middle of your chest. It means so much and you vow to wear it everyday. The gift exchange continues a little while longer; your parents even make sure that Sonny has presents under the tree from them. Your mother all the while brings out various baked deserts, continually offering Sonny more food even though his response never wavers from a lighthearted "I'm stuffed". There's laughter and stories to go around as afternoon shifts into evening. You share your experiences with Sonny from the past summer and your parents recite snippets from your childhood. Of course, they also provide Sonny with a teasing warning about how nerdy you can be, making you cringe out of embarrassment. Sonny, like the gentleman he is, laughs them all off and reveals a few of his own quirks to even the score. As the night winds down and eyelids grow heavy, there's a collective decision to turn in. Prior to this trip, sleeping arrangements weren't something you'd given much thought. You had been too preoccupied with pre-holiday grading, remembering the presents and packing the bags. But now, the situation poses a bit of a conundrum: one new family member and no extra beds. Right away Sonny offers to sleep on the couch. Being that your relationship is still quite new, the two of you have never done the whole sleeping over thing yet. Though uncharted territory, it seems unfair to make Sonny sleep on a lumpy sofa when he'd be driving home the next day. "No, it's okay," you announce, eyes darting between your parents and Sonny. "You can share my bed." Your father opens his mouth to protest, but your mother swiftly hits his arm to shut him up. Instead, she hands Sonny the extra pillows in her arms. "You sure, doll?" Sonny questions, blue eyes seeking yours for confirmation. "Yeah, we've got a long drive back tomorrow. Need a good night's rest." You smile and rest your hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. Sonny would never get fresh with you unless you both were ready. Besides, it would be nice to finally make the dream of falling asleep in his arms a reality… "Goodnight then, you two," your mother coos. "If you need anything let us know." You give both parents a hug before retreating into your childhood bedroom. "I'd never try anything. You know that, right?" Sonny blurts as he helps turn down the sheets. You stop and look at him. "Of course I know that," you reassure. "I trust you and in no way feel pressured. Hope you feel the same." "I do! I was justa little surprised that you'd offer to share a bed, especially under your folks' roof." He fluffs the pillow and strips off his shirt.

You can't help but stare at his bare chest. That's another first and boy, is it a good one. Sonny's not the type who has rippling muscles or bulging pecs. Instead, he's lean and toned in just the right places, which, if you're being honest, is way sexier. Sonny then pulls a different tee over his head, dragging you back to reality. "My parents have always trusted me," you resume. "All my decisions are my own and they'd never judge me for sharing a bed with my boyfriend. That's the kind of relationship we've always had." "It's nice," Sonny says simply before crawling under the covers. "My parents weren't quite so trusting." He shrugs. "...But then again we were a strict Catholic household." He pats the mattress beside him and you slip in. "Oohh! Your feet are like ice!" he trills. You quickly pull your toes away. "Sorry." "Nuh-no, doll! Lemme warm 'em up," Sonny grins and reaches for your feet with his own. His warmth provides immediate relief. "That better?" he asks. "Much," you reply. "Good." He switches off the bedside lamp and snuggles down under the blankets. "'Night." "'Night," you say. A silence hangs in the darkness for a few moments. "Sonny?" you whisper. "Yeah?" "Would you...uh...Would you...Do you wanna..." you stutter out, but it seems he already understands. An arm snakes around your shoulders pulling you near. "That okay?" he asks. But rather than answer, you turn your face towards him and place a kiss to his lips. It's warm and soft and tender; unspoken gratitude for the wonderful day you've spent with him. Sonny, responds by kissing you back with a soft hum of pleasure. "I'll take that as a ‘yes’," he smirks against your lips. "Merry Christmas, Sonny." "Merry Christmas," he kisses your forehead and you cuddle into his chest. His arms hold you close as you both fall asleep. You had always dreamed of how it would feel to be nestled up with Sonny like this, and though you never expected the first cuddle to be in your childhood bed, it was still better than you could have ever imagined. It felt right. Sonny felt like home.

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I SHALL WRITE ABOUT ALL THE HOLIDAYS! (feeback loved and thanks for making it to the end ♥ )

Part 4 here

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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What’s mine is yours→college!peter

Summary→ you and peter share just about everything. Nothing goes untouched by the other. But what if you start getting a little deeper with your stealing?

Parings→ college!peter Parker x college!reader

Warnings→ fluff

A/n→ this is for @thollandss writing challenge! Hope you enjoy.💖

At first it was hoodies, cold New York nights that had you wrapped up in some of your favorites sweatshirts from peter. To his old midtown one from high school to the one he got in Italy when he went to Europe. He didn’t mind, no, in-fact he loved seeing you bundled up in them. When he’d hug you goodbye you’d smell just like him and you liked that too. Peter always leaving a mark on you somehow.

Then it was tee shirts or his flannels. These were on fall mornings when you needed something quick to throw on before class when you spent the night in peters dorm. His shirts would be big on your or stretched out from how long he’s had them. His flannels would be snug on you. They’d be long at the torso but short at the arms. You loved the wear them buttoned up as a sleep shirt or tucked half in as a outfit.

Peter couldn’t blame you because he sometimes did the same to you. Stole your hair ties just to wear on his wrist so every time he looked down he’d be reminded of you. His favorite was the red velvet one because it reminded him of Spider-Man.

Sometimes he’d take one of your shirts, not to wear—well, maybe it depends on the size and what it was—just to cuddle with when you’d be gone at night. You thought it was adorable and let him take as many shirts as he needed.

People thought you guys were So tooth rotting that sometimes they couldn’t stand to be around you. Seeing peter with your scrunches, you with his hoodie, even matching necklaces. Playing with each other’s hands and falling more and more in love every single day.

But right now peter was running late. To meet you of course. He just came back from patrol and was already 20 minuets late to your study date at the coffee shop.

2:18pm

Hey! I ordered you coffee but it got kinda cold so I just drank it. Where are you?

I’ll order you another when you get here but will you be here? Haha love you!

2:34pm

Pete, I already finished two problems for our chem class, you have to do 15 and 16 it’s only fair

2:36pm

Are you on patrol? Sorry for blowing up your phone I’m just worried I haven’t heard from you.❤️

We’re all the texts from you while peter was busy swinging around the city. He frantically searched for a pair of clean socks but they were all dirty. He swore he had a pair of Nike ones that were clean but he couldn’t find them for the life of him.

“Ned! Did you borrow my socks?” Peter called out as he searched the drawer. He groaned as he was pretty much out of luck at this point and was going to be even later than he already was.

“No, you have small feet peter.” Ned called from his video game and peter grunted as he resulted to spraying dirty ones with febreeze and slipping on some shoes.

“I had a pair of clean ones and now their gone. Whatever I’ll just do my laundry tonight.” Peter comes out with his back pack and picks up some of his books for the classes.

“Mmh, can’t do that. Someone already is using three washers and the other one is out of order.” Ned smashed buttons and peter threw his head back and groaned. He’ll just go down to the laundry mat, he desperately needed clean clothes.

“Whatever, see you in an hour or something.” Peter waves and ned finally pauses.

“You mean whenever you’re done smooching up with (y/n)?” Ned tells him and peter blushes.

“Shut up!” He taps his books. “Besides were not even at her dorm so we won’t be doing any of that.” Peter tells him with his head high before he opens the door. “Seriously though who’s using three washers?” Peter shakes his head as he closes the door and makes his way downstairs.

I’m on my way now! Sorry I’m so late couldn’t find any socks! I swore I had a pair of nike ones but I guess I must’ve lost them in the laundry room.🤷‍♀️ see you soon!

Your phone buzzes with a text from peter. You’re slightly annoyed he’s so late when you should be use to his lateness. You knew what you signed up for but when he doesn’t check up on you that’s when you start to worry.

You look down at your feet and see that it was you for the reason he’s late. You had his Nike socks on that matched perfect with a pair of mom jeans and one of your new sweaters that peter already adored. You move your pants leg down farther so that when he walks in he can’t see you stole his socks.

It was an accident anyways. Normally you’d hate sleeping with socks on but one night peters doom was particularly freezing cold. His portable heater was broken and his sheets were too thin. Peter had no problem but you needed so badly to be warm.

Once he fell asleep you slipped out and found a pair of Socks. Not your usual soft fluffy ones from target or Forever 21 But they would do. They were the only pair of clean ones peter had and as much as you loved your boyfriend, there’s no way you’re using dirty socks.

You thought that you’d just take them home and wash them. Which you did, but you were wearing them again because it looked cute and you thought of him. To be fair, you’re scrunchies we’re running low all do to peter wearing them as bracelets.

Peter walked in gripping his backpack and pushing his hair back as he joined the line to order a coffee. Medium caramel latte with 3 shots of espresso. That’s what he always ordered, if he could to more than three shots he would but they cut peter off at three saying more could kill him. It didn’t matter though, 3 shots was nothing Because of the effects of the spider bite. For caffeine to run though peters body he needed at least nine shots for something to happen.

“Hey!” He comes and presses a kiss on your temple as he takes a seat next to you at the table.

“Hi!” You reach up for his lips and he gladly accepts the kiss.

“Sorry I was so late, I was on patrol and lost track of time. Some kids got their baseball stuck up in a tree so I got it down for them and some old woman couldn’t find her car and then the next thing you know I was late. I also can’t seem to find my socks anymore. I dunno I think I’m loosing my mind.” He takes a sip of the warm beverage before setting it down and taking out his stuff.

“Weird.” You nod and scoot your feet even farther under the chair so he can’t see them. “Anyways, I needed help with problems 1-4 for math and want you to proof read my essay for creative writing if that’s okay with you?” You ask and he nods.

“You’re an amazing writer there’s really no reason for me to proof read but I always love being the first one to read your works.” He smiles and you feel a blush creep up.

Peter moves his books and suddenly his highlighter falls in between your two chairs. You panic, not exactly thinking he’d get mad at you but just think he’d find it a bit weird.

“I’ve got it.” You reach down but peter was already one arm down and grabbing the pink highlighter.

“Hey,” he stopped and then came back up quickly. “Aren’t those my—“ You cover your face with your hands and push back your hair.

“I’m sorry, I know I know it’s weird but your dorm is so cold pete, so cold. One night when your portable heater broke and I was already bundled up and you were fast asleep I couldn’t sleep because my feet were just freezing. I thought I had some of my fuzzy socks from the winter in your drawer but I didn’t so I saw these and put them on and they helped. I was gonna take them home and wash them which I did but I was gonna keep a little longer because I liked they way They matched my fit.” You confess and peter stares at you in awe. His lips parted and his eyes have a twinkle but soon his lips turn into a playful grin.

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” He grins and you grunt as you find your face back in your hands from embarrassment.

“I know, I know, it’s weird. I’ll give them back tonight when I do my laundry.” You tell him and he scoots his chair closer and moves your hands.

“You’re so adorable.” He says with a smile and you have the hardest time making eye contact with how embarrassed you are. “I don’t care, I think it’s cute.” He kisses your cheek and waits for you to look at him.

“I think it’s embarrassing.” You mumble, not serious. just that you stole your boyfriends socks when most girls just take their boyfriends jackets and maybe a shirt. You just take everything from peter.

“No, what people think is embarrassing is a boy who doesn’t have long hair wear a big fluffy velvet scrunchie on his wrist everyday. The ones from forever 21 or H&M. Has no long hair at all but wears them on his wrist because it smells like their girlfriends hair and the imagines her putting her hair up in one.” He tilts your head up and you smile because you know he does that.

Red, blue, black, teal blue, maroon, baby pink, plaid, the one with little flowers on it. He had them all in a collection in his drawer. You had plenty more and when you tried to get new ones peter just gave you the old ones to wear some more before he stole them back.

“Do you still want your socks back?” You ask and he taps his highlight and looks down at the problem.

“Do you have more than one pair?” He asks and you shake your head ‘no’ but then the hair on his arm goes up and you sigh.

“Yes, okay fine I have the Harry Potter ones too.” You pout and he jerks his head up. He’s been wondering why those come and go. He never made the connection.

“My hufflepuff ones?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No, you lost those over a month ago, that wasn’t my fault. I take the ones with the little hedwig all over. I’ll buy you some more I promise.” You tell him and he just pulls you into his chest.

“No need for that, I guess since we’re confessing things...I took your queen tee shirt about a month ago. I told you that you lost it but sometimes I use it as a pillowcase when you can’t sleepover.” He admits and you giggle, you knew that. Peter was really, really bad at playing dumb. Also you found it under his disgusting bed when you were looking for the condoms he hid from everyone who walked in.

“Yeah, I know that pete.” You smile and kiss him on the jaw.

“You do?” He tilts his head and you nod and adjust yourself back in your seat.

“Yeah, found it under your bed.” You shrug and it’s now peter who is red. “Can we work now and worry about where are clothes are later?” You want to change the subject before you admit to taking anything else of his—his Spider-Man mask he thought he lost.

“Yeah sure, which ones are we on again?” He asks and you point and he starts to get to work before he stops to take s sip of coffee and looks at you.

“Wait, have you seen my Spider-Man mask then?”

Let’s talk about this and tell me how you feel!

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writing-radionoises · 4 years

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family

ship: pre-relationship akuatsu / shin soukoku, implied kunikidazai

genre: pure fluff

prompt: yosano hears that atsushi has never had a birthday party and she will not have it

notes: i wrote this for atsushi’s birthday! i love atsushi very much im going to give him the world

Ring, ring, ring.

The sound of his cellphone ringing is what brings Atsushi out of the dream world, feeling around his futon for his cellphone with his eyes closed until he, eventually, finds the damn thing.

He flips it open to answer the call, slowly opening his eyes and beginning to fully wake up.

"Good morning, Nakajima," says the voice on the other end of the call.

It's Akutagawa, which is rather strange as he never calls Atsushi.

"Akutagawa? Hey, you used my actual name!" Atsushi points out happily, sitting up, "Why are you calling?"

"Point it out and I'll continue to call you mantiger for the rest of your life," Akutagawa replied, taking a moment to cough away from the phone, "It is common courtesy to call and send birthday wishes on someone's birthday, is it not?"

Atsushi paused for a moment, "Birthday…?" He says, bringing his phone away from his ear to look at the date, "Oh, I guess it is my birthday, huh… but still, you hate me. Why would you do that?"

"It's complicated."

Atsushi rolls his eyes, "Sure. I'll get the answer out of you later. Thank you for the birthday wishes, though, Akutagawa."

There's mumbling in the other end of the phone as Atsushi gets out of bed, opening the closet door and stepping out. Kyouka had apparently already gotten dressed and left for work…

"Are you seriously embarrassed that I thanked you?"

"No! Why would I be embarrassed by that?"

Atsushi laughs, "Whatever you say, I'll talk to you later."

*Later? When I try and kill you again?"

"Probably. Bye, Akutagawa!"

Akutagawa stutters on the other end, to which Atsushi laughs a bit and hangs up, then continuing to get ready.

Atsushi gets off the train to the agency, walking in like everyday, only to see about half the agency in the room.

Dazai has himself draped across maybe three desks, lounging about carelessly as Kenji has Ranpo on his shoulders, Ranpo putting up decorations and banners with Yosano directing him where to put what.

Kyouka, Kunikida, Junichiro, and Fukuzawa are nowhere to be found.

It takes a few minutes for Atsushi to realize what the banner Ranpo and Kenji are putting up actually says, and another minute for Yosano to realize he’s here.

“Atsushi, hey!” She says, running over to him and giving him a hug, “Glad you’re finally here, happy birthday!”

Atsushi blushes for a moment, then smiling, “Ah, thank you Dr. Y-”

“Atsushi!” Dazai calls, sitting up from his spot over three desks, “Didn’t even realize you were here, how are you?”

Yosano releases him from the hug, and Atsushi turns towards Dazai, “I’m good, just, where is every-”

Within that moment, Kyouka bursts through the door with a kazoo, blowing through it half mindedly with a smile.

“Happy birthday,” she says.

Atsushi can’t help but smile back, “Thank you.”

“Food is ready in the coffee shop, courtesy of Kunikida-san and Tanazaki. Just about everyone else is already there.”

Dazai throws his legs over the desks and gets down, “Kunikida is an excellent cook, I assure you, Atsushi,” he says, throwing an arm around Atsushi’s shoulder.

Kenji sets Ranpo down, to which Ranpo sighs and sets the basket of decorations on the ground, “Finally, I’m starving!”

“Ooh, food!” Kenji exclaims, following closely behind Ranpo as they head downstairs.

Yosano ruffles Atsushi’s hair with a smile, “Kyouka-chan told me you had never celebrated your birthday before, we decided to change that.”

“Lesson twenty of being with the Armed Detective Agency, never underestimate Yosano’s ability to mother,” Dazai hummed along.

Yosano glared at Dazai, “Lesson twenty-one, I’ll kill you.”

Dazai laughs nervously.

Kyouka whistles from her place in the doorway, “Are you guys coming or not?”

“Coming!” Dazai replied eagerly, practically dragging Atsushi away as Yosano follows.

If the Agency was over the top in decorations, the coffee shop was even worse.

There were streamers and balloons everywhere, some of them had pictures of cats and bunnies drawn on them, which Atsushi could assume was Kyouka’s doing.

Tanizaki was slumped over the bar of the coffee shop while Kunikida was yelling at him, hitting him with a wooden spoon until eventually Dazai dragged Kunikida away from poor Junichiro.

Kyouka had disappeared back into the kitchen, while Yosano sat on the table, having a conversation with Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa had dressed much more casually than usual, he wore a pair of jeans with a white tee shirt over a green long sleeve. The white shirt had a picture of Atsushi printed on it, with the words “this is my son, I love him,” printed on it in comic sans.

Given what Atsushi has seen on Fukuzawa’s other casual tee shirts, this was honestly the best outcome. He had a habit of wearing various tee shirts with the most random things on it, and owned a myriad of tee shirts condemning pedophiles.

Kunikida eventually sat down at a booth with Dazai, and Atsushi joined them in that same booth.

The booth behind them housed a very tired Junichiro, Ranpo, Poe, and Kenji. Ranpo and Kenji were having a nice conversation, something about cows, while it appears Tanizaki had fallen asleep on a very uncomfortable Poe.

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile.

Eventually, Kyouka and Lucy began to bring out bowls of chazuke, giving them out to everyone before Kyouka took a seat beside Atsushi, and Lucy sat beside Yosano and Fukuzawa.

“Everyone in the agency was well aware it was your favorite dish,” Kunikida explained, watching Atsushi stare at the bowl as if he had just met god, “Kyouka-chan insisted I try to make it.”

“He taught me how to make it too,” Kyouka added on, “Thank you, Kunikida-san.”

A slight smile appeared on Kunikida’s face before Dazai elbowed him in the ribs.

“And you say you don’t even like Kyouka-chan,” Dazai teased.

“Well, I don’t!” Kunikida insisted, elbowing Dazai back as Kyouka laughed.

The agency ate happily, at some point Poe attempted to get Tanizaki off of him and accidentally woke him, resulting in Poe deciding to continuously apologize and occasionally sob about it for the next hour and a half. Yosano threw one of her heels at Dazai after he said something about Yosano being over the top, to which Dazai swiftly dodged, and instead the heel hit Kenji in the back of the head. Kenji remained unphased, however.

By the time everyone was finished with the meal, Tanizaki removed himself from his booth and went back into the kitchen, returning with a two tiered chocolate cake he had baked himself, Lucy and Fukuzawa helping him hand out the pieces.

Fukuzawa ruffled Atsushi’s hair when he passed by him, humming something about Atsushi being cute over him shocked at the fact that Junichiro actually made such a cake.

With that, gifts were slowly handed out. Kyouka had gifted him a white tiger plushie, it was one of the first things she had bought with her own money, so she was incredibly proud of it.

Junichiro, on the other hand, gave him a set of hair clips so he could properly pin back his bangs without borrowing some from him.

Yosano gave him a set of new clothes, a sweater with a cat on it with a set of shorts and knee high socks. She assured him that all of it would fit perfectly, as she had already had his measurements, somehow. Fukuzawa had gifted him a couple different picture frames with photos of Atsushi with Kyouka, Dazai, or some even with Akutagawa. It was a very cute gift, Atsushi had hugged Fukuzawa right after receiving it.

Ranpo and Poe gave Atsushi a simple basic of snacks and such, mostly Ranpo’s doing, though Poe slipped in a couple different recipes and such into the basket as well. Lucy admitted the moment she gave Atsushi a gift that she had never really given or bought gifts before, so she wasn’t entirely sure what to do, though she gave him a couple boxes of bandages and a hand made cat plushie.

More and more gifts went by, and eventually it came Dazai’s turn, to which he handed Atsushi a simple box with a purple ribbon tied around it. Atsushi rose an eyebrow as he began to untie the ribbon and open the box.

Instead was a cropped purple jacket with cuffed sleeves that ended at the elbows, the sleeves could be unbuttoned and rolled down as well. There was a zipper, and pockets on the chest, and under the folded jacket were a couple of different iron on patches.

“So, it’s sort of a tradition from where I came from to give your pupil some sort of item of clothing, usually a clothing item of your own. However, I’m well aware that we are very different in fashion tastes, so I decided to go off script a little bit,” Dazai explained.

Fukuzawa looked at Dazai with a knowing smile as Atsushi slowly began to tear up, quickly rubbing the tears away as he slipped on the jacket, rolling down the sleeves before looking at Dazai with a teary-eyed smile.

“Thank you so much, this is all too much, you guys are too kind…”

“It’s nothing at all, Nakajima,” Fukuzawa replies, “The agency is like a family, we intend to treat you like such.”

With that, the door to the coffee shop opens, and reveals a young woman with her hands up, a bag resting on her elbow. She has medium length black hair, wearing a flowy black, long sleeve dress and a white trench coat over it.

“Don’t shoot the messenger!” She calls calmly with a smile, slowly putting her hands down and making her way over to Atsushi, handing him the gift bag.

Atsushi takes the bag, staring curiously at the woman before Dazai speaks up.

“Ah, Gin, it’s good to see you,” he says with a smile, “Is your brother too embarrassed to come in himself?”

The woman, Gin, nodded, “As you know, Ryunosuke is a coward outside of work.”

“Ryunosuke?” Atsushi asked.

“Akutagawa,” Kyouka replied, softly, “Were you not aware he had a sister?”

“Really? That’s a shame,” Gin replied a frown, “We’ve even met before, many times!”

Atsushi can’t help but look at her in confusion, scanning his memory for some sort of memory of this woman before it hits him.

“Oh. I’m so sorry!” He calls out, to which Gin just gives a smile, followed by holding two fingers up in a cute manner by the doorway.

“No bombs or anything, I promise!” She replied, then leaving the coffee shop and closing the door behind her.

“I feel stupid for not recognizing her,” Atsushi says with a nervous laugh.

“No need to,” Dazai reassures, “It’s her whole thing, she’s just teasing you.”

Atsushi sighs and shrugs, beginning to go through the bag.

The first thing in there is a yellow sticky note with messy, yet cute handwriting.

It reads, “From Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who’s too much of a little bitch baby to give this to you, Jinko-san! Signed, Gin.”

There’s a little heart at the end of the message, and Atsushi stifles a laugh.

Inside the bag is a soft, handmade pastel purple sweater, “Jinko” is neatly stitching over a white patch of fabric towards the top of the sweater. Below it is another sticky note, this time in purple and with much nicer, more elegant handwriting.

It reads, “Happy birthday. You’re foolish and I hate you. Please call more. -Akutagawa.”

Atsushi smiles happily, and Kyouka laughs.

“That’s cute,” she says.

Atsushi nods, “He’s kinda funny. Really bad with people.”

By the end of the day, Kyouka helps Atsushi bring everything home to their shared dorm, and Kyouka falls asleep almost instantly. Atsushi doesn’t keep her up much longer, but instead decides to sit in the kitchen chair, going through his phone when he gets a mysterious text.

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 9:58 PM

pissyryunosuke.png

The image is Akutagawa sitting in a car with his arms crossed over his chest, pouting. He has a yellow sticky note on his face that says “stupid fucker” in Gin’s hand writing, and a hand, presumably Gin’s, pointing at him.

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, 9:59 PM

hdbchbgciasxh thank you so much for this image. ill frame it.

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 10:00 PM

g IN I HATE Y OU

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 10:00 PM

you’re welcome.

Atsushi smiles, standing up from his place in the kitchen and deciding to go to bed.

As he lays in bed in the closet, he looks at his phone one last time, before drifting to sleep.

I did it, I’ve managed to live to turn nineteen, he thought.

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wifeofkimtaehyungofbts · 4 years

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Chapter 6

>> Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N, Taehyung x reader

>> Words: 1785

>> Notes: I’m going to upload a new chapter whenever possible until I feel like I have built up enough thrill to leave my readers curious and desperately wanting more 😉 You may leave asks and let me know what you think of my writing (:

Synopsis: You run into a rather strange man one night. He seems terrified, as if fighting battles only he can see. He seems detached from the world, talking only to a voice inside his head. Oh, another strange fact: he keeps talking about angels. You discover later that you were the angel he was praying to.

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Sunlight seeped in through the thin sheets hanging over the windows. I stirred, contemplating whether money was really worth my sleep, and just as I was about to sleep after deciding that sleep was obviously more worth it, my best friend jumped on me.

“Good morning baby!” she shouted cheerfully. I was in no mood to return the energy. I rolled onto my side and continued to sleep.

“Wake up!!!” she screamed in my ear.

“Ugh!” I threw her off me and she fell to the floor with a thud. “Why why why why just why!” I whined, looking at her grinning at me from the floor despite the redness in her knee from the fall that I know must have hurt.

“It’s my last day!” she exclaimed happily.

I just then remembered why today meant so much for her. She was going home on her longest vacation from the university. Unlike my family, her family was very warm and welcoming, so she always looked forward to going back.

“Oh yea... I’m taking you to the station before you leave me by myself for over a month” I pouted before I broke out into a huge smile and hugged her from where I was. I got off the bed, grabbed my towel off the chair and headed to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and having a shower, I put on a pair of denims with my black tank top and wore my hair in a pony tail.

“I’ll help you with that” I say reaching for her hang luggage. My arm nearly pulled out of its socket because of the weight. “Yah! What did you pack in this?” I ask in horror. Kim Leah grins at me sheepishly. “You do know you are coming back in a month, right? Why would you pack so much?” I ask exasperated.

“Because! I don’t want to take photos in the same clothes so I packed 2 changes of clothes for everyday” she says matter-of-factly. Kim Leah indeed has an obsession with taking pictures everywhere she goes. She states her Instagram profile is her biggest pride. It drives her insane if she had two pictures of her in the same outfit.

I sigh at her and we make our way out. We get into a parked taxi and ask the driver to take us to the station. As we round the corner, I see the space between the two buildings where I ran into that man 3 nights ago. I unconsciously search for him, but he isn’t there.

“Is something wrong?” Kim Leah asks. “You look worried”

I shake my head and smile at her endearingly. How can I tell her I’ve been worried about some stranger I don’t even know the name of? It was those eyes. His big eyes were pleading, desperate for help. I feel an ache in my heart as I remember the way they looked at the burger bag and at me. I have the sudden need to know whether he ate well for the past few days but there was no way I could know. I continue to stare out the window as I my thoughts drift off to his eyes every now and then.

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“Okay then, this is it” Kim Leah says holding onto her luggage.

“Yah! Don’t say it like it’s the last time we are going to see each other!” I shout at her.

She laughs and hugs me tight. I hug her back just as tightly. I watch her get onto the train and wait till it starts to move and vanished out of my sight. I smile sadly knowing I was going to be alone. I didn’t mind being alone, but I worry too much so it’s nice to have someone who would distract me from my worries or listen to them. Especially if that someone was as lovely as Kim Leah.

As I walk out the station, I see a big crowd of people gathered in one place, making a big commotion. I intend to walk away quietly like I normally do, but something tells me I should check it out. Maybe someone is hurt?

I walk over to the crowd of big people and try to peek through to get a glimpse. My short height does not help me so I get down on all fours and look from under everyone’s legs. My eyes widen and a loud gasp escapes my mouth as I stare at him.

It’s him!

His body lay limp on the ground, his hood pulled down revealing unevenly outgrown dark brown hair falling over his face. I push past everybody and get to the body. A man nearly shoves me away with his big arm. “Hey, move! Don’t crowd him! We don’t know who he is!”

“I do!” I blurt.

There was a hushed whisper from the crowd and the big man stared at me questioningly. I ignore their doubts and try to throw the lifeless man’s body over mine. He was heavy. “Help me get him to a taxi please” I plead. Instantly, the big man and two other men standing in the crowd come over and lift him up. A woman stops a taxi for us and the men put him inside. The driver looks at me worriedly and I smile. “We have to get home. This is my address” I show him the location on my phone screen which he quickly types into his GPS. I turn around to the men who helped me, bowing to them in gratitude.

“He was walking around aimlessly for the past 3 hours. I was suspicious of him so I kept tabs on his behaviour. He suddenly fainted and when I rushed over, his body had already gone cold” the big man tells me.

“Thank you for the information. I will keep it in mind when I’m treating him” I smile gently. I get into the taxi and we drive away. Not going to lie, but he stinks. He smells foul and sweaty, like he hasn’t washed in weeks and there was dirt all over his face. The wounds I noticed that night by the McDonald’s were still there, almost infected and looking very itchy.

When we arrived at my apartment, I pay the driver and get out. As I struggle to move the man out of the taxi, the driver offers to help. “Ma’am let me help you with your friend over there”

He’s no friend. My actual friend will kill me if she knew I brought a random man home the moment she left, I thought to myself.

The driver and I attempt to not breathe as the man’s stench envelope us both. I thank the driver and open the door to my room as swiftly as I can and drop him to the floor. He hits the floor with a thud. I lock the door and bend over him. I keep two fingers to his neck. Okay he’s breathing.

That’s one worry out of the way.

I stare at his face, now being able to get a proper glimpse of it. He looks young, maybe only a few years older than I. His lips were cracked and blue. I reach over to touch his face. I immediately retract my hand as I feel his cold skin. This is not good.

I take off his black jacket and throw it in the empty laundry basket. And yes, it is empty because I now do my laundry regularly. So proud of myself for the progress.

I move to his feet and take off his shoes and socks. His socks were so old and torn at so many places, I doubt it could even keep a rat warm. It reeked terribly so I immediately threw it into a bucket of water in the bathroom. It is with the greatest difficulty I take off his thick sweater. How the hell did he survive wearing this in this heat? I thought to myself shockingly.

As I unbutton his green shirt, he suddenly grabs my hands. I bolt backwards, but I cannot remove my hands from his hold. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me.

“I-... I...” I stammer. He continues to stare at me through hooded eyes.

“I found you fallen on the ground” I begin, “Actually no. Some people found you and I recognized you so I brought you to my place” I correct myself. He still stares at me without blinking. “You smelt really bad so I figured...”

That’s when it hits me. What was I trying to do?! Take off his clothes?? Wash him??

I regain my composure and continue, “I figured you might need a shower so I was going to set the water and take off most of your clothes”

He still continues to stare at me, his grip strong. I squirm under his lifeless stare. His hands loosen their grip on mine so I quickly pull away and waste no time in hooking my arm under his head and gently lift him up. Thankfully he doesn’t put up a fight.

“You can go shower. The water heater is on and you can use the shampoo and soap already on the counter” I say. He doesn’t look at me as he staggers to his feet. He takes in the room as I go to fetch him a towel and toothbrush. His eyes settle on the box of colour pens and pencils on my study table.

“Kim Leah, my best friend, is very talented at art. She lives here with me so her belongings are here too” I say, noticing the objects that seemed to catch his attention.

“Do you draw?” the man asks, without taking his eyes off the box of colour. It’s the first time I’m hearing his voice, but that’s not the reason I am shocked. His voice was deep, the words booming from somewhere inside his throat. It did not match his innocent face. His voice was, to simply put it, very attractive.

I quickly shake my head, embarrassed with myself for thinking such incredulous thoughts. I stretch my arm out at him, holding the towel to him. He takes it slowly and heads to the bathroom. I stop him in his tracks. “How did you know the bathroom was there?” I ask suspiciously. He shrugs and continues to stare at me. I tilt my head to the side, pouting in suspicion. I then step aside and let him pass by.

What a strange man. Does he have a sixth sense? I wonder.

I make my way to the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat when I hear the shower turn on.

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✧˚₊‧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 ✧˚₊‧ 𝙄 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝘽𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙮… || 𝙊𝙏7

‪𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖…‬ Pairing: OT7 x reader (incl. m+m and m+f) Word count: 6.2 Warnings: smut. teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, submission, dominance, begging, m+m, m+f, oral (m+f receiving), praise kink, talk of sexual orientations.

Song: I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday by Wizzard ✧˚₊‧

“Jin… I think you’ve killed me,” you groaned, leaning back into the couch cradling your bloated tummy. “I don’t think I’ve eaten that much in my life.”

“I feel more stuffed than the turkey…” Taehyung grumbled next to you, snuggling into your shoulder and clinging to your arm like a baby monkey to its’ mother. You lay your head atop of his, closing your eyes.

“Death by turkey; not the worst way to go,” Jin laughed from the armchair across from you.

Like a young puppy with too much energy and enthusiasm, Jungkook was still bouncing around the group, who were all laying very still to keep their food down.

“What are we gonna do now?” he asked, not satisfied with simply letting his dinner settle. The boy ate like he’d been starved for weeks; you had no idea where he put it, but he wasn’t feeling quite so lethargic as the rest of you.

“Nothing, Jungkook. Sit your ass down,” Yoongi groaned, splayed on the floor between your feet.

“Hyunggiiieee, I wanna do something!” Jungkook groaned. “A game? Something fun. Come ooonnnn…” he wouldn’t stop, tugging on Yoongi’s arm.

“Someone sedate him!” Yoongi cried. You had to stifle a giggle; this was so ridiculously typical.

“Jungkook! HEEL, BOY!” Namjoon yelled, thrusting his hand out in front of him. Jungkook stopped immediately, dropping Yoongi’s arm as it slapped against his thigh. “Now, sit!” he commanded. Jungkook followed orders, plonking himself to the ground. “Good boy.”

“Why does he only listen to you?” Yoongi grumbled.

“Alpha male,” Namjoon winked, a sly grin spreading across his cheeks.

“We could play something though; just a card game, or…?” Jimin suggested. Yoongi threw a pillow at him.

“No. We sit. We digest.”

“Miserable shit,” Jimin mumbled.

“No, a card game sounds good. Something simple, like poker?” Hoseok suggested.

“STRIP POKER!” Jimin yelled, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Oh my god, yes…” Jungkook agreed, clapping his hands together. Why did it always end in strip poker? Or strip uno… or strip Mario kart. Why was there always stripping? ‘Ridiculous horny little shits’, you thought to yourself.

But after attempting to bat that idea away you found yourself sat at the kitchen table with all seven of them, cards dealt, and bets placed. A few rounds in, and all the boys had lost at least one article of clothing, with Jungkook and Jimin down to just their jeans and underwear to go…

You, on the other hand, were sitting pretty with just a single sock taken off. The cards seemed to be in your favour.

“Okay, this isn’t fair. How does she get a royal flush and four aces in the same game?” Jimin whined.

“Don’t suggest the game and then complain when you lose,” you laughed, placing another winning hand on the table. “Gimme your jeans,” you smiled slyly, making grabby hands across the table.

“Fucks sake,” he muttered, popping the button on them and slipping them down his thighs. You ogled at him as he did; hey, you were only human. And he looked damn good.

“Boxers are a little tight there, Jiminie,” you teased, the material clinging to his package. He blushed shyly, covering himself.

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “Deal the cards again, Joon.”

And again, your hand was just far too good to be true. You played the game, smugly showing off when you won; again.

“Alright, Joon; show me those famous namtiddies,” you said confidently, collecting your chips. Namjoon smirked at you, keeping eye contact as he removed the t-shirt he was wearing.

“Now, y/n… Don’t lose focus because of these,” he teased, flicking his nipples playfully. You scoffed audibly.

Another round, and the cards weren’t so kind to you this time. You lost to Hoseok.

He looked at you evilly, his eyes turning dark and a smile creeping onto his lips. Hobi had always been so intimidating to you, and right now, with the way he was looking at you, you felt yourself inwardly shrinking.

“Blouse, off,” he instructed darkly. “But, do it slowly.”

“Oh come on, that’s not in the rules!” you protested.

“Don’t care,” he shrugged. You huffed in annoyance, reaching for the few buttons to slowly undo them. He held eye contact with you the whole time, the rest of the boys watching with eager eyes as you exposed yourself to them.

You’d have thought they’d never seen tits before, with the way they stared. But in fact, they had seen yours so many times during these ridiculous strip-tease games you played every time you all had a little drink in your system, or when you’d gone on vacation with them and worn your bikinis to the pool.

But boys will be boys…

They whistled at you as you dropped the blouse to the floor and rolled your eyes at their reactions.

“Eyes front, play on you rabid little shits,” you jeered.

Another few rounds saw Namjoon down to his underwear, Jimin cupping his manhood to hide his modesty, Jungkook in his underwear and the others shirtless.

“Alright I’m bored and Jimin is naked. New game?” Yoongi suggested. You all agreed, having had enough of poker for one night.

“Can I put my boxers back on at least?” Jimin asked, pouting.

“No,” Jin said simply.

“Not much point anyway Jimin, you could see everything through those things,” Taehyung laughed, picking them up to fling them at his face by the elastic. He caught them with one hand still covering himself, holding them scrunched up over his dick.

“You’re all mean,” he grumbled.

“Your idea!” Tae reminded him. “What we gonna play now though?”

“Something festive. It’s Christmas, after all…” Jin suggested, but like what? You racked your brain trying to think of something.

“I have an idea…” Hoseok suggested, his eyes dark again. He was so mischievous, so delightfully evil and you could see it in his sparkling eyes that whatever he had in mind was something… dirty.

“Oh, God…” you groaned, dreading whatever it was. “What is it?”

“Well, seeing as you seem to have won the last game, I propose we – as a group – victimise you. It’s only fair that you suffer as we have.”

“Hey, I had to undress too!” you cried.

“Yeah but you still have your pants on. Not fair,” Jimin chimed in. Hobi pointed at him in agreement, snapping his finger at you.

“So y/n, if you would follow me to the living room…” he stood up, motioning for you to follow. You did as you were told, naturally so and the rest followed too. Hobi took your shoulders, his hands warm against your skin and sat you down in the centre of the couch.

“Do you know the twelve days of Christmas song?” he asked you, the other boys finding a seat in the living room too. You nodded, watching Hobi crouch in front of you, hands on your knees. What the hell was he doing? Strip poker is all very well and good, but he was acting weird…

“Well, you don’t know my version…” he smirked.

“You have a different version?” you asked. He nodded.

“It’s a little naughtier and it has some instructions in. Wanna hear it?”

“I don’t know that I do…” you said, suspicious. He leaned forward then, craning his neck to whisper in your ear.

“If it gets too much, just tell me, okay?” he said softly. He pulled back again, looking into your terrified wide eyes. “But you need to follow the instructions, baby. Okay?”

Baby? What the hell was he…? He’d never called you baby before, never looked at you this way before. The most you’d ever done with any of the boys was make out, and that was in a game of truth or dare. But Hobi’s tone was so seductive and sinister that you were sure this was heading somewhere dark.

The other boys watched from their seats, unsure of what Hoseok was doing. But they all had a feeling that their dirty little thoughts and fantasies were about to come true…

“O-okay…” you stuttered.

“Perfect,” he grasped your chin briefly, giving you a smile. “So, in this game you’re the true love. You have to give me whatever the song says. Understand?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. You had no idea what he was going to ask for but you were starting to get anxious; a good kind of anxious.

“On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… One make out session,” he smirked. Well, that was decidedly more painless than you thought; you’d already made out with Hobi plenty in various other games over the years.

You did as instructed, leaning forward to press your lips to his. He pushed his tongue to your bottom lip almost immediately, swirling it around until you opened your mouth to him. He applied a little more pressure, clashing his tongue with yours as the two of you made out, just as instructed.

He pulled back with a smirk, sitting on his heels in front of you.

“Good girl. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…” he began, pondering his next move. “Two perky little tits for me to play with.”

Your eyes widened. This was totally new territory, something that you’d never done with any of them before. They were your friends and sure you made dirty little jokes with them, made out with them when you were drunk, stripped with them when you played games but they’d never touched you, never shown any genuine interest in doing anything remotely sexual to you.

And yet, you weren’t uncomfortable. You weren’t wondering if you should or shouldn’t go through with any of this. You couldn’t lie; you’d had dirty thoughts about all of them. How could you not? They were all ridiculously gorgeous and sexy as hell, especially when you would watch their shows from the side-lines. Being their best friend had its perks…

Slowly, you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and pulling it off, dropping it to the floor beside Hoseok.

“Oh my god, she’s actually gonna do it…” you heard Taehyung whisper to Jin sat beside him.

Hoseok grinned and leaned forward, attaching his lips to the soft flesh above your nipple, drawing patterns with his tongue all over your breast until he took the bud into his mouth. You gasped at the contact; the wet sensation so foreign. His hand came to cup the other, massaging the breast to stimulate both at the same time.

He rolled the nipple between two fingers, pinching as he suckled at the other one. He loved the way you felt; so soft, the heaviness of your breasts feeling weighty in his hand.

“Fuck…” Jimin whined from the other side of the room, mouth hanging open and eyes trained on what Hoseok was doing to you. He held his scrunched boxers over his length, slowly starting to grow underneath. He shifted his hands to grind them into himself, releasing some of the pressure that was building in his groin.

Hoseok bit down on your nipple, tugging at it between his teeth and you groaned aloud, letting it slip past your lips. You couldn’t believe how much this was turning you on, letting Hoseok use you in front of the other six members like this. Warmth was building in your cheeks from embarrassment, but the heat was spreading down between your legs too…

All too son, Hobi sat back again, letting the cold air hit the wetness he’d left on your breast.

“Hey Hobi, you made Jimin hard,” Yoongi laughed, mocking the poor boy sat discreetly rubbing himself. Jimin was so turned on just from watching.

“I did?” he turned around to look at Jimin who stopped his hand, still covered by his boxers.

“N-no, it’s just… her moans, and…” he stuttered, terrified. Truth be told he was turned on by the whole scenario in front of him. Maybe a little by Hobi himself, too…

“Jiminie, it’s okay…” he soothed. He turned back to you, a glint in his dark eyes. “And on the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… three minutes to make Jimin cum with her mouth.”

Jimin practically combusted in his spot, completely shocked by the sudden turn of events. Surely you wouldn’t do that? That would be too much for you? But Jesus Christ, he wanted you to…

“N-no, it’s okay. She doesn’t have to…” he tried to protest but you were already on your hands and knees, crawling over to him. “Oh shit…”

“Someone got a timer?” Hobi asked the room.

“Yeah, I’ll set one,” Namjoon pulled his phone out, setting a timer for three minutes. You looked up at Jimin from where you sat in front of him, innocence in your eyes that made him weak at the knees.

You reached for the material he had covered himself with, pulling it slowly away from him to reveal his hard length to you. You could see him feeling self-conscious around the others, all watching intently. They’d seen him naked, sure; but never turned on, never hard as a fucking rock, never watched him get sucked off before.

Jungkook seemed to be paying particularly close attention to Jimin, the way his face contorted when you wrapped you lips around his head, Joon starting the timer off. He noticed the way Jimin’s abs tensed, the way the tendons in his wrists popped out as he clenched his fists. He listened to the sloppy noises you were making on his dick, the moans that were rippling out of Jimin’s mouth.

And that was what turned him on.

Unfortunately for him, the boxers he was wearing did nothing to his hide erection. He shifted uncomfortably, trying not to draw attention to himself. But Namjoon saw, sat beside him.

He didn’t say anything at first, noticing the way Jungkook was watching as you sucked Jimin to within an inch of his life, and the way that he was watching Jimin’s face, reacting with a squirm or a shift each time Jimin were to moan.

Jimin had been so turned on, so worked up already, that your mouth around him was drawing an orgasm from him ridiculously quickly. You worked on him furiously, enjoying the act and the reaction you were getting from Jimin.

“Shit, what are you doing to me?” Jimin groaned, staring down and watching his cock disappearing into your throat and back out again while you bobbed your head on him, using your tongue to apply varying pressure with your movements.

“Good?” Hobi asked Jimin.

“The fucking best…” he praised, head falling back against the couch cushions and eyes fluttering shut.

Jungkook shifted again, starting to feel uncomfortable at his own arousal to Jimin’s lewd words. Namjoon noticed again.

“You okay, Kook?” he asked, drawing the room’s attention to him. Everyone except you and Jimin, still wrapped up in your own little bubble.

“Y-yeah…” he replied shakily.

“Wishing that were you?” Tae asked, laughing aloud and nodding at the bulge in his underwear.

“Uh-huh…” he replied, eyes wide and watching the display in front of him. But frankly, he wasn’t sure if he meant he wished it was his dick getting sucked, or him doing the sucking…

“Maybe you should ask him nicely then, Kook?” Namjoon smirked at the younger boy, watching as his head snapped to the side to look at him with shock.

“W-what? No, I’m… I’m not gay, hyung,” he protested, shaking his head.

“You’re getting off to his moans…” Namjoon said simply. Jungkook didn’t answer, simply swallowing hard and staring at Namjoon. Jimin could hear the conversation, wondering if he should say something. But the way you were working on him and the added pressure of the timer in the back of his mind had him struggling for something to say.

Instead, he thought he’d experiment with Namjoon’s observation a little further.

“Fuck, Kook… She feels so good, I’m gonna cum, I can feel it,” he spoke directly to the maknae.

Jungkook tore his eyes away from Namjoon’s to look over at Jimin again, his hand immediately flying to the bulge in his underwear as he felt himself twitching. He grabbed himself at the base of his dick through the material to stave off any more twinges, but it just didn’t work; not with Jimin now turning his head to watch the maknae, his face a picture of pure pleasure.

“Thirty seconds,” Namjoon announced, watching the timer. You increased your pace, now using your hand to pump Jimin to bring him closer. You hollowed your cheeks, drawing his orgasm out of him so damn quickly.

“Ah, fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop. So close…” Jimin moaned, Jungkook palming himself now that he just couldn’t help it. With Jimin spewing so many curses and whining the way he was, his cock was twitching over and over under his briefs.

Jimin came very quickly, just before the timer went off in Namjoon’s hand. You almost gagged on him, managing to swallow as he convulsed under you.

You sat back, wiping your mouth and very aware of every single pair of eyes on you.

“Well done, sweetie. You did it,” Hobi praised, stroking your hair. Jimin lay breathless, completely exposed and vulnerable as he softened around everyone. “She did good, right guys?”

“So good,” Yoongi praised, biting his lip cockily.

“Proud of her,” said Jin, smacking his lips together.

“Does anyone else want to try a rule?” Hobi offered to the room, letting it linger in the air.

“Does it have to be a rule for y/n to follow, or can we make them up for each other too?” asked Taehyung. Everyone turned to look at him, confused.

“What did you have in mind?” Hobi asked Taehyung. The younger smirked then, looking towards Jungkook who was slowly pushing his hand against his bulge. Jungkook’s eyes widened, panicking.

“On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… four wet kisses to the tip of my dick,” Tae said so confidently, boring into Jungkook’s eyes with his own.

“What?! Tae, c’mon… I can’t do that…” he argued, whining helplessly. And yet, he never stopped the small movements of his hand.

“Sure, you can. Or is it just Jimin you’ve got the hots for?” he teased. Jungkook mentally cursed himself for being so easy to read; no, it wasn’t just Jimin he had the hots for. He supposed that maybe, just maybe, he was just generally into dudes as well.

“I-I… I’ve never…” he stuttered, panic overwhelming him.

“Don’t worry Kookie, it’s easy,” Tae bit his lip, unbuttoning his pants and beckoning Jungkook towards him.

“Damn Tae, I didn’t know you were-“ Jin started to say beside him, watching as Jungkook actually rose to his feet and stepped towards him.

“I did,” Yoongi interrupted confidently. “Told me in Paris, I think? He was pretty drunk. We made out a little,” he shrugged.

“What the hell, hyung? You knew and none of us did?” Jimin whined.

“Just thought you’d guessed, I suppose. It’s no big deal. You all knew about me, anyway,” Yoongi mumbled. True enough, you had all known that Yoongi wasn’t entirely straight, but you’d never known exactly what he was. But Tae? You hadn’t seen that coming. Or Jungkook…

“Can we just have like, a sexual orientation check please?” asked Namjoon, confused. He seemed to have missed the details that everyone else had about Taehyung and Jungkook. “Jimin; go…”

“Eh, not sure,” he admitted. “Curious.”

“Hobi?” Namjoon asked.

“Straight, but I don’t mind sharing,” he winked, mostly at you. You blushed and hid your face in your hair.

“Yoongi’s whatever he is… Taehyung?” Namjoon turned to him, who was tugging his jeans down to expose more of his body to the room and readying himself for Jungkook.

“Bisexual,” he said fondly.

“Jin?”

“Straight but for some reason got some weird voyeurism thing… All this crap is doing something for me,” he admitted.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon asked, watching the boy crawling towards Taehyung and eyeing up his dick that was now free from its confines and resting against Tae’s little tummy.

“Uh… curious?” he asked, to himself more than anyone.

“’Curious’ and yet about to kiss Tae’s dick. Righty-o…” Jimin teased. Jungkook ignored him, eyeing Taehyung up.

“What about you, Joon?” Hobi asked.

“Same as Jin. Straight, but this is fun…” he chuckled. “So what was it, four kisses?” he circled back, forcing the room to focus on Jungkook on his knees in front of Taehyung.

“Yep,” grinned Tae, popping the ‘p’ sound as he looked down at Jungkook. He was staring at his hyung’s dick, mesmerized by its size. Tae wasn’t small in the slightest; far from it. Long, thick and so fucking hard.

Jungkook leaned in, eyes flickering up to Tae’s and pressed his lips to his head, his lips wetting immediately from the little bead of precum that had surfaced. Tae’s grin grew wider, cockier.

“Oh my god, he did it…” said a very vocal Jimin, who just couldn’t keep his mouth shut it seemed. He liked to commentate; you noted that and stored it away for the future.

“Not as instructed, though… I said wet kisses. Use your tongue, Kookie,” Tae scolded. “Start again.”

Jungkook nodded, completely compliant. He leaned forward again, swiping his tongue over the tip and circling his lips over it. Tae grunted at the feeling, a little sensitive. That was one…

Jungkook started again, a little down the side of Tae’s length now, swiping his tongue and puckering his lips. And then again, a little further down, close to the base. That was three.

“Damn, Kookie…” Tae hissed; he was loving this. “Back to the top for my last one…”

Jungkook obliged, swiping his tongue over Tae’s slit but this time opening his mouth a little wider to take the head of Tae’s cock between his lips, moving with a little more pressure to wind Tae up even more.

You watched the display, becoming more and more turned on with each and every kiss. You were pressing your thighs together so tight, trying to hold off the pressure that was building, the need that was encapsulating you. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the wetness building at your core and frankly, you needed something. Anything…

You slid your hand to press over the material of your pants, applying some pressure to relieve yourself of the tension building. Seokjin noticed, eyes watching intently with dark ambition as he saw your hand moving to touch yourself as discreetly as possible.

“Not bad for your first time with a cock,” Tae praised Jungkook, whose face lit up at the compliment. Praise kink; noted.

“Yeah I don’t think I’m just curious…” he admittedly shyly, sitting back on his heels.

“Well, that was fun to watch. Who’s next?” Yoongi asked, now completely hard in his own pants too. In fact at this point, they pretty much all were. They had never been in such an erotic and downright dirty scenario before.

“Me,” Jin said aloud. “While you were all drooling over Tae and Jungkook, I noticed a little someone getting a bit too over excited. Didn’t I, y/n?” he called you out. You blushed furiously, hand immediately flying to your side from where you had been touching yourself.

“I-I…” you stuttered.

“Naughty girl. So… On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… five hard pussy slaps,” his eyes darkened, the whole room turning to look at you with a chorus of “oooooohhhhhhs”.

You were excited by the notion, though. You hadn’t thought Jin was that kind of guy but apparently, he was. How far could he go? Was he a dom? Was he into BDSM, or S&M? You wanted to find out more. You had to.

“Come over here, baby girl. Take everything off for me,” he instructed. You didn’t even hesitate; he had such a command over you already. You stood in front of him, unbuttoning your jeans to slip down your legs and step out of. You stood awkwardly twiddling your fingers in front of you in your underwear, and Jin cocked his head to one side in disapproval.

“Those too…” he nodded towards the simple cotton grey panties that you’d worn, a clear little wet patch over the crotch. Next to him, Taehyung licked his lips at the sight, reaching to stroke himself. You pulled those down slowly too, leaving them in a pile with your jeans.

Jin curled his finger at you, beckoning you to him. He patted his lap and you weren’t sure what to do; how did he want you?

“Over my knee, y/n. Ass facing Tae; I’m sure he’d like the view,” he winked at Tae, who was practically drooling now.

“Oh hell, yes…” he affirmed. You stepped towards Jin, kneeling down in the space between him and Taehyung, bending over his knees with your ass sticking up into the air, rounded and exposed. “Damn, it’s even prettier than I imagined,” he complimented, stroking himself with a little more pressure.

“Babygirl, you’re gonna count with me, okay?” Jin instructed, tracing his fingers down the length of your spine, down the curve of your ass and settling just over your heat. “Gonna have to spread your knees a little, sweetie. Need a good shot.” You shuffled them apart, readying yourself.

Jin lifted his hand and with one quick swoop, landed his palm flat against your pussy, stinging and tingling sensations rocketing through your core. You yelped at the feeling.

“One…” you counted, a little breathless. “Good girl,” he praised, raising his hand again. He slapped you again, his fingertips grazing the hood of your clit. The pain was far more intense this time, yet the pleasure was still surpassing.

“Two!” you cried out.

“Doing so well, Babygirl. Three more…” Jin raised his hand a third time, landing the slap just a little closer to your clit. You cried out again, tears brimming in your eyes and spilling out down your cheeks.

“Th-three…” you mumbled, whimpering.

“Do you want to hold my hand, sweetie?” he asked, soothingly. You nodded frantically, reaching for his free hand. You gripped it tightly with both hands, lacing your fingers with his.

You braced yourself for the fourth slap, no harder than the first but it stung worse than the last, the residual sting creating a burning sensation. You yelped like a lame puppy as the fourth slap radiated the burn through your entire lower half, your hands squeezing Jin’s as tight as you could to offset the pain.

“F-four… Jin, it hurts…” you whined.

“Just one more, sweetie. Can you handle one more for me?” he stroked your hair, letting the contrast of the air against your wet and throbbing pussy soothe the burn for a moment.

“I-I think, so…” you whimpered.

“Shit, she’s so good. She’s gonna need a reward after all that punishment, Jin-hyung…” said Namjoon from the other side of the room.

“Maybe you can help with that, Joon. But she’s got one more, first…”

Jin used his hand to rub soft little circles on your pussy, getting you nice and ready for the next slap. With the sting, it felt so good; the tingles through your clit as he rubbed slow little circles on it, dipping a long finger in between your folds and spreading your wetness around a little more.

“Fuck, Jin-hyung… Open her up a little for me, would you?” Tae begged. Jin did as he was asked, spreading your lips apart to show you off to Tae. “Holy shit. So pretty... God, I could cum just from looking at her,” he groaned, pumping his hand harder on his shaft.

Across the room, Jungkook couldn’t help himself either; it was all getting far too much for him. Watching Tae lose it, Jin delivering the slaps to your pussy, your little yelps… He’d pulled his erection out where he sat and was pumping furiously with short laboured breaths.

With a sudden crack, Jin landed his fifth slap to your sopping cunt, a yelp and a sob escaping your lips as fresh tears dribbled down your cheeks pathetically.

“F-five…” you whined, biting your lip to stop the sobs that were threatening to erupt. Yes, it hurt. But you loved that; it would only make whatever were to come next even sweeter.

“Good girl, hmm? Perfect. So perfect,” Jin praised you over and over, moving your body to sit with him, cuddling into him as he smoothed your hair and kissed away the tears with his thick lips.

“Alright, now… Day six; any takers?” Hobi asked the room, taking command once again like the ringmaster of some filthy circus.

“I’ll go,” Jimin raised his hand, sitting forward and looking around at the room. “On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… six minutes to see who cums first; Yoongi, or y/n,” he smirked smugly.

“Do I use my hand, or...?” Yoongi asked, not even phased by the idea of jerking off in front of the others.

“No, I thought Jungkook might like to try it out,” Jimin’s evil little face turned to look at Jungkook who was still pumping himself ferociously, but now held the expression of a dear in headlights. “You know, seeing as you’re so curious…”

“You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, Kook,” Yoongi tried to make him feel like he had a choice, but Jungkook had already made up his mind. He abandoned his own needs and was immediately crawling across the floor again to get to Yoongi.

“I-I want to try…” he said sheepishly.

“What about this one, hmm?” Jin asked Jimin, looking down at your face tucked into his chest. “How is she going to cum?”

Jimin thought for a moment, wondering who he thought would be able to make that happen within six minutes.

“Namjoon. Do whatever you have to do to get y/n and Yoongi off, guys. Just gonna set the timer…” Jimin grabbed Joon’s phone to set the timer to six minutes.

Yoongi shifted out of his pants and let his erection stand freely, Jungkook’s eyes popping out of his damn skull and seeming to drool; again.

Namjoon and Jin had positioned you to sit in Jin’s lap, hands behind your back and held by Jin with your legs hanging over the sides of his knees, totally on display to the room.

“Okay, timer’s set… GO!” Jimin yelled.

Namjoon immediately launched forward, his lips connecting with your swollen clit and tongue swiping over it intensely. Every single little flick was heightened after the battering you had just taken, and you were crying out immediately at the touch.

Jungkook hesitated for a split second, until he reached his fist out to Yoongi’s dick and started to pump him, over and over, swiping his thumb over his slit with every upward motion.

“God, a guy’s hand always feels better…” Yoongi groaned, watching the maknae work his fist on him.

“Guys know what guys like,” commented Tae, still stroking himself too next to Jin.

Namjoon took the initiative to slide two fingers inside you, knowing full well you’d take them without any trouble judging by the amount of arousal you had produced. You writhed in Jin’s hold, feeling his length poking your ass where you sat against him.

With Namjoon’s tongue working your clit, lips sucking and devouring, fingers deep inside you and pumping, you were starting to get dizzy from the powerful orgasm you knew was approaching fast. Namjoon would win this, surely.

“Gah Kookie, can… can you use your mouth?” Yoongi asked, groaning and desperate for the feeling of wet warmth to envelope his cock. Jungkook didn’t even both to answer, leaning forward to take half of his length into his mouth, pumping what he couldn’t fit in his hand. “Oh, shit…”

“J-Joon, I’m-I’m so… so close, please; don’t stop,” you whined, struggling against Seokjin’s hold. With every curl of his long fingers inside of you, you lurched forward, ass grinding down in Jin’s lap. Namjoon was brutal with his movements, focussing on nothing at all but speed and making sure to hit the spots that counted; there was no time to waste.

Jungkook did his best to speed up, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around Yoongi’s tip. He slurped messily at him, Yoongi growling and pulling at Jungkook’s hair to guide his head.

“Two minutes left!” Jimin announced.

“Oh, fuck…” Yoongi cursed, his head hitting the back of the couch and the hand in Kook’s hair falling to the side, simply relaxing into the feeling that was building and building while Jungkook sped up.

Namjoon’s pace never faltered, tongue raging at your clit and fingers now moving so fast that you could hear the lewd squelches above the moans in the room.

“Oh, fuck… I’m cumming,” said a deep voice, but it wasn’t Yoongi like you’d expected it to be.

Taehyung grunted like an animal as hot strings of white erupted from his cock, coating his exposed chest. Yoongi watched him through hooded eyes, more turned on now than he had been all night at the sight of Tae losing his control completely.

He felt those knowable twinges in his groin, felt the tension building and building getting ready to snap.

But so did you. And Namjoon could tell, by the way you were clenching your walls around his fingers, the moans running out of your mouth, the tensing of your thighs and abdominal muscles.

He never faltered, expertly lapping at your cunt and fucking his fingers into you until you were screaming out, hips jutting against Jin and spilling copious amounts onto Namjoon’s fingers and tongue. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you came, fists clinging to Jin and leaving scratch marks on his chest.

“Namjoon wins!” Jimin cheered, “But Jungkook has thirty seconds left… Can he do it?”

Yoongi knew he could, knew he was ready to snap. Watching you cum just after Taehyung had been so incredibly stimulating that he had seconds left. Jungkook focussed his attention to Yoongi’s tip, knowing that it was the most sensitive part of the male anatomy. He suckled at it harshly, hand still pumping the rest of Yoongi’s length.

“F-fuuUCK!” Yoongi roared, cumming without any warning to poor Jungkook, who received his first taste of cum unexpectedly. Like an absolute champ, he didn’t pull away. Instead he kept suckling, drawing every drop of cum out of Yoongi that he could.

He sat back and admired his elder, chest rising and falling quickly, and eyes squeezed shut.

“Damn, only had twelve seconds left too. Good going, Jungkookie!” Jimin clapped, shutting the timer off.

You lay sprawled against Jin, sat in an unfortunate wet patch that you had left on his pants when you came. Your chest rose and fell much like Yoongi’s did, both of you completely spent from such an intense session.

“Day seven?” Hobi left it open to the room to pick up once again. This time, you had a request.

“C-can I?” you asked sheepishly, still exhausted but so, so needy. Looking around the room at the seven guys you called your friends in various stages of undress and arousal, there was one thing you wanted from all of them.

“Go ahead, sweetie. What’s your rule?” Hobi tilted his head to listen, the rest of the boys watching and waiting.

“O-on… on the seventh day of Christmas… my… my true love gave to me…” you stuttered, nervous and out of breath. “Seven turns, with seven cocks.”

You wanted each of them, one at a time, to use you completely.

“Oh, Babygirl… do you have any idea what you’ve just let yourself in for?” Hobi smirked with dark eyes, standing up to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. “You want all seven of us? You’ll get it.”

Namjoon moved out of the way for Hobi to come and collect you, pulling on your hands that Jin had freed up to get you to stand up for him. He walked you over to the free space on the couch where you had started, and had you bent over the back ready to take what you’d asked for.

“Question is, Babygirl… What are we gonna do with you for the rest of the five days after this?” he teased, stepping forward to rub the tip of his stiff cock against your already corrupt pussy. “You’ve still got five more rules to endure after you’ve taken the pounding you begged us for.”

You hadn’t thought about that, but frankly, you didn’t care. All you cared about was taking each of the boy’s dicks until they were satisfied.

When you had arrived to their dorms this morning for Christmas day, you hadn’t ever expected you’d end up bent over the back of the couch, playing one of the dirtiest games you had ever played and letting each of the seven boys use you, all whilst a few of them seemed to use each other also.

But hey, if this was what Christmas with Bangtan meant, then, boy… You wish it could be Christmas everyday…

✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬‧₊˚✧ - 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

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Foretell Chapter 1: Closed Eye

Everyday is the same day for one Simon Cross. Wake up, eat, go to school, comeback home, eat, go to sleep, and repeat. There are times when its not boring as usual for Simon, these rare occasions happen due to his friends. They all have different quirks and talents that completely separate them apart. A miracle will happen soon and obstacles will test their resolve and their friendship.

Today is a new day, a Monday. The current state of the room suggests that a hurricane must've passed through. The walls are covered with various posters of rock bands and video game characters. On the corner a stack of comics is covering an old dusty base guitar. On the right side of the room a bed near the window is visible with someone currently under a blanket, the alarm rings with the time saying it's 7:00 A.M. The boy on the bed refuses to get up, tossing and turning just to ignore the loud noise of the alarm, he attempts to shut it off, clearly struggling, until finally he manages to turn it off and proceeds to look at the time. "ugh... morning already?" said the boy with a yawn. As he stands up he proceeds to the bathroom door next to his table and walks inside to wash his face, he looks in the mirror and all he saw was his light brown face and black hair, he says to himself "Alright Simon today's the day, we're gonna finally tell Liz how you feel about her." Just the thought of it makes Simon's face gushing red. "Can I really do it today?" He says that while his head is on the bathroom sink .

After that he went out of his room and walked down the stairs. He walked straight to the kitchen and open the refrigerator, he took two eggs to cook for his breakfast. After all that he proceeds to the bathroom to take a shower. He took out his favorite yellow shirt with a black star print on it along with some jeans. He packs his bag and walk towards the door, he passes by the living room and sees his father asleep on the couch with a beer bottle in hand. A look of hate and disgust is visible on Simon's face. He ignores his father and opens the door and proceeds to leave closing the door behind him.

As soon as Simon arrives he looks up and sees a huge sign of the schools name "Good Fortune High School", He walks in the front gate and greets the guard a good morning, the guard simply nods at him and gestures for him to keep on walking. Simon went inside the main building and walks up the stairs heading to the second floor.

As he makes it on the second floor he was immediately greeted by a tall man with an orange ginger hair wearing a red hoodie and a green shirt. He was Robin Flask or Rob for short, he's the oldest in Simon's circle of friends that's because he was always held back at school for the lack of academic improvement, but he still remains a kind and down to earth person who likes animals specifically a stray black cat he named Caster. Being an orphan Rob learned to live and survive on his own also being a part time mechanic.

"Hey Rob your awfully early today." Simon says this with a teasing face.

"Shut up squirt, everyone's in class already."

"Is Liz there?"

"Of course when has she ever been absent?"

"Y-yeah... ha ha ha you're right. I guess I'm going in then." He's face is completely flustered.

"Uh huh you go get her romeo" Rob says this with a visible smirk on his face.

Rob rubs Simon's head and goes down stairs to got to the bathroom. Simon walks up to the first door on the left, he took a deep breath and walks in. As he opens the door there were around 20 students there including all of Simon's friends. He saw the class president Vicky Chimes sitting in the front row. Black haired and wearing a long skirt along with a white blouse and a huge pair of glasses, she is the best friend of Elizabeth Swan and she is a perfectionist. She believes that all boys are revolting. She quickly glances at Simon but totally ignores him afterwards.

Simon was immediately greeted by a camera flash, it was the twins, Vina and Rina Vale, the two look completely the same with their white skin and blonde hair. The only way to differentiate the two is through their height, hair styles and clothing. Vina the older sister and the tallest between the two, she has rowdy and unkempt hair, she is currently wearing a white buttoned down shirt with a red necktie and a very short skirt with high socks and a pair of pink sneakers. Vina dreams of becoming a very famous rock star one day. Rina while holding a digital camera is currently wearing a green flannel jacket and skinny jeans along with a pair of black sneakers, her hair is also braided in pigtails. She dreams of becoming a journalist one day. These twins are well known to have a very financial family, in more common terms they are filthy rich.

"How's the picture?" Simon asks to Rina.

"Hmm... a bit blurry but I can manage, nothing a little editing can't fix." Rina says this with a very optimistic smile.

"So is today the day?" Vina's teasing question to Simon.

"Th-the day for what exactly?" Simon being once again flustered.

"Oh come on! When are you going to man up and ask her out on a date?" Vina says this with an expectant look on her face.

"I'm working on it okay." Clearly has an agitated look on his face.

"Okay dude chill, good luck with that plan of yours." She says this with an actual optimistic expression.

The twins proceeded to go to their respective seats that's near the door in the back of the classroom. Simon also went straight to his seat. Simon's chest started to tighten, he heard he's heart beat louder and louder. This is because of the fact that he is seated right next to Liz. He saw Elizabeth Swan Staring outside the window. She looks lovely as ever, with her fishtailed braided brown hair and her light brown skin. Liz is a hardworking student she studies hard and always shows effort with all her school works, she is also a black belt in karate. She doesn't have any plans on what her future should be like, but with her talents and skills the sky is the limit. She turns around and immediately sees Simon and waves at him. Simon stared directly into her green eyes and immediately looks away. He went to his seat with a gushing red face and finally sits down.

"Good morning Simon" She greeted him with a huge smile on her face only inches away from him.

"Go-good morning Liz" Simon is clearly glowing red. He tries to move inches away Liz's space. Although Liz closes that space and gets closer to Simon.

"What are you doing?" Simon's flustered question to Liz.

"Why are you moving away from me?" Liz's honest curiosity.

"I don't know... maybe it's something about personal space." Simon says that in a joking manner.

"So you don't like me anymore?" She pouts and looks away from Simon.

"N-no it's not like that I mean I do like you, b-but just as a friend, I-i mean for now at least, n-not saying that we can be together, j-just saying that there might be a chance, I-i'm not saying that you're not pretty I mean you're beautiful..." This goes on for quite some time and Liz just simply giggles at Simon.

"Can you two get a room?" Said by a chilling voice from the seat in front of Simon. It was Sebastian Luke Fer. He is Simon's best friend, he's very pale and very thin, he's hair is long enough to have bangs covering he's left eye. He's wearing a plain back long sleeved shirt. He is half German, at least that's what he tells people, he doesn't share a lot of personal information with people not even with Simon. Nevertheless Simon still trusts him because they've been best friends ever since they were little.

"Shut up Sebastian!" He says this while he's flustered.

"Whatever." Sebastian says this while smirking.

Liz did nothing other than just laugh at the two while they're arguing. Simon trying to reason out again this time to Sebastian, while Sebastian is still calm and collected and just kept on teasing Simon.

The teacher finally entered the classroom and instructed the students to sit properly and quit talking with one another. Everyone followed and class started. It was an agonizing hour of Math class. All of the students were waiting for the bell to ring and for this class to be over. Hours and multiple classes have passed and it's finally lunch time.

The group went to the cafeteria and ordered their usual go to foods. Simon ordered rice with some gravy and chicken, Liz ordered a salad, Sebastian just ordered yogurt, Rob ordered a cold pizza, Rina and Vina brought their home cooked foods that looks a lot like a five star meal, and Vicky also ordered a salad. They were just talking about random stuff until Liz asked Simon a question.

"So Simon any plans for tomorrow?"

"Nothing really. Why whats happening tomorrow?"

"Ha ha ha very funny... Wait are you for real you actually forgot your birthday?"

Simon was stunned, he did actually forget that it was his birth day tomorrow. Everyone except Vicky who is still eating, stared at him intently also shocked by the fact.

"I must've just forgotten, you guys wanna hangout tomorrow?" Simon awkwardly scratches the back of his head and smiles at his friends.

"Sure how about at your place?" Vina asks.

"Oh I really missed your cooking, are you going to cook?" Rina asks.

"I don't see why not, tomorrow I'll buy ingredients after school" Simon proclaims.

"I'll come with you." Sebastian added.

"I'll only come if Liz comes." Said Vicky.

"Of course I will." Said Liz.

"Then it's settled then party at Simon's house tomorrow" Rob says this while still chewing on some pizza.

After lunch they all went back to class. The bell rang telling everyone that school's over and that they can all go home. Everyone said their good byes and went their separate ways. Simon and Sebastian walk the same way going home and so they always walk together.

"I can't believe you actually forgot it was your birthday tomorrow?" Sebastian looks concerned.

"Yeah me too if Liz didn't remind me I still wouldn't have remembered."

"Speaking of Liz what happened to the plan of you telling her how you felt about her?" Sebastian stated teasingly.

"I-i forgot okay!" Again Simon is flustered.

"You're too obvious, when you're around her you revert back to being a child, I'm still surprised she hasn't figured it out yet."

"Oh shut up." Simon smiles, he likes these small chats with Sebastian.

Finally an intersection separates the two boys apart. Sebastian going to the left, while Simon continues forward. They fist bumped each other and went their separate ways.

It was already night and it's completely dark outside. Soon as Simon comes home he's father was no where in sight. Simon just assumes that he's in a bar drinking like usual. Simon took two pieces of bread from the refrigerator and spreads some chocolate Nutella on it, this is considered a dinner for Simon. He walks up stairs to his bedroom, drops his bag and he lies down flat, he opened his phone to look at some new messages. Mostly all of the messages were from his friends greeting him an advanced happy birthday, they also said that they are excited for tomorrow. Simon felt a little pressured but at the same time excited it's been a couple of months since the last time he cooked for his friends. The thought gave Simon a huge smile thinking that he was lucky to have friends like these. Simon took a fresh pair of pajamas and slept through the night.

It was raining, the side walk is wet. A group of people were standing around in front of an apartment complex. On the second floor a door with the numbers 206 is visible. Simon goes closer to the group of people huddled over. He pushes his way through the crowd. A dead body was clearly laying there, a woman wearing a red dress laying on the floor with a pool of blood. An odd looking violet flower was growing from the corpse chest still in bloom. Simon knelt down to take a closer look, until suddenly the corpse stood back up and choke Simon, she opened her eyes but those very eyes were absent only two deep holes can be seen, both crying and gushing out blood. The corpse spoke in a deep and yet chilling manner.

"Smell the pretty flowers"

Simon was struggling he didn't know what to do he was overpowered by this corpse until it snapped his neck and it made a sharp cracking sound.

Simon woke up screaming, he was sweating and breathing heavily. He looked at the time in his alarm clock indicating that it is 12:00 a.m. It's his birthday. He covers his eyes and rubs it vigorously. He lies back in bed staring at the ceiling.

"What was all that about?"

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Class President (M)

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Dom!Jaehyun, class president au, rough sex, unprotected sex, probably not a healthy head space, creampie.

Summary: You were never one for following the rules, and Class President Jaehyun was not happy about it.

A/n: R E Q U E S T! This is my first request! Anon wanted a sassy school girl and a class president, so I did my bestest. Thank you! Everyone have a great day!

You hated school. You hated all the strict rules and preset expectations. You hated that your family had already decided your future without consulting you. You hated that they spent so much money to send you to such a prestigious private school, and you hated the damn uniform that turned you into a robot. You weren’t a bad student, just more interested in having fun than keeping your nose in a book. You still got good grades, you were still graduating near the top of your class, you just had a lot of fun doing it. Trouble just happened to frequently have your name on it, always pushing boundaries and seeing what you could get away with. You didn’t like being told what to do, or feeling so constricted.

You hated a lot that had to do with this school, but there was one thing that was above all else. That thing was a person, a person named Jaehyun. Class President Jaehyun, with his perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect uniform, and perfect grades. Jaehyun, every parent dreamed of having a child like him, and every girl in school dreamed of having him as their boyfriend. You had no interest. Jaehyun was too safe. He was too...perfect. You preferred someone that was a little more fun.

Jaehyun was anything but fun, so as you sat in the cold auditorium, listening to the class president himself drone on and on about school news and updates, you couldn’t find a single bone in your body that cared. Your head lulled in your hand, eyes threatening to shut. You were up late last night, and the deprivation was showing itself in the form of you falling asleep at your school assembly. Just as you were about to drift off for a quick nap, your eyes snapped open and your head lifted to attach your eyes to the evil-incarnate-Jaehyun himself. Jaehyun just announced to the class that there would be stricter dress codes for now on. You were stunned. Stricter? You already wore the ugliest clothing to grace your body. The overly done navy plaid skirt that dropped to your knees blended into the muddy navy knee socks. You had to top all of this off with a classic light blue button down, buttoned all the way up. No one looked good in this monstrosity, but you had been allowed until this very moment to wear a sweater of your choice, to style your hair as you saw fit, and to wear some accessories to try and hide the fact that you were just another sheep in the fucking system. No more style choices. Hair must be done in ether a neat bun, ponytail, or neatly straight. No more accessories. Everyone had to be the same. It was an absolute nightmare.

You didn’t even allow the assembly to finish before loudly packing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. Every head turned to see you, eyes glued to you and your eyes were glued to Jaehyun. An audible sound of displeasure left your lips as you marched over bags and feet to the aisle. One last look that could kill to Jaehyun, and you stormed out. You were not going to continue to sit in a room full of people who were blindly allowing all of their creativity and voice be taken away. Not today, Jaehyun.

“I can’t believe they’re allowing him to just run the show!” You screamed into the phone, your friend on the other end continually attempting to soothe you. Agreeing with every word you said, and fighting for the injustice, your friend gave you the space you needed to air out all the anger. “I’m sorry to bring this all on you, I am just so annoyed. It’s enough I have to put on this God forsaken uniform everyday - and now it’s just going to be even worse.” You groaned, laying down into the plush hug of your bed. Your friend agreed with you relentlessly, and while you appreciated it, you found yourself wanting some time alone to digest it all.

Ending the phone call, you rolled on your side to face the mirror. Staring back at you was a sad girl. A girl who felt as though her identity was being hidden, her sense of self was being taken away. You sighed and sat up, staring at the mirror. Your entire outfit was just not you. This anger was not you. You normally would just take things as they happened, and deal with them your way. So..what was your way in dealing with such a blow? Approaching the mirror, you eyeballed your drab, depressing outfit. This had to go.

Normally, waking up and getting ready to go to school was your least favorite part of the day. A part you typically would try to avoid or block out. Today was different, and you awoke with a new attitude. You were more than excited to go to school, more than ever. So excited, that your entire body felt on edge and ready to burst from the amount of energy flowing through it. You felt especially confident today, even in your uniform, and unveiling your new self to the entire school was a moment you had been waiting for.

That moment was now. Pushing the doors of your horrid school open, you grinned to yourself as you got just the reaction you were expecting. Once again, all heads turned towards you. Eyes locked onto your figure, jaws dropping and the halls falling almost silent as you made your way to your locker. You were always known to be the kind of student to disobey the rules, and today was no exception. This new uniform policy had obviously fallen on deaf ears, in your case. As you approached your locker, your eyes were met with that of a hungry classmate. His eyes danced along every inch of your body. Gone was your drab navy knee-highs, instead you dawned your legs with some sheer navy stockings, leading up to a skirt that had been cut well above your knee, exposing more skin than most girls in the school would even dream of. This was not enough for you, and your classmates eyes wandered up your legs to be met with a wonderful view of your breasts. You had “forgotten” to button up one or three buttons on your shirt, exposing a small glimpse of the overly intricate bralette you decided to sport for the special occasion. Your classmates eyes ate you up, not a care in the world on his face, even when he realized he was caught. All he did was stare at your face, then back down your body, and back to your face. You should’ve been annoyed at his gawking, but instead you could feel your panties dampening from all of the power and adrenaline running through your body.

“Don’t you have a class to get to?” You teased your shameless classmate. His face went red, his eyes darting to the ground before he turned and made his way through the crowd. Chatter started up, hushed words floating around in the halls. Normally, you may want to know what was being said about you, but you felt so powerful and confident, you didn’t care to know at all. You knew you looked amazing, not a single pair of eyes could stay off of you, guys and girls alike. Some girls passing you sang your praises, and many men followed. You were surprised by the amount of support you were getting from all the people whom you had assumed were perfectly okay with their boring day-to-day lives.

Everything was going much better than you had anticipated. Sure, it was only a matter of time until you were called into the office, but you were going to enjoy the attention until it was taken away from you. You made your way through the throngs of people, responding casually to the compliments being thrown your way. All of this was so exciting for you, you felt on top of the entire world, defying the rules, standing up for yourself in your own way. Nothing could ruin this feeling.

Even Jaehyun. Even this pesky little class president. This entire thing was his doing, you had convinced yourself. So when your gaze found the president himself, standing down the hallway, you just gave a devilish grin as you made your approach. Jaehyun’s eyes never left your face. Even with a slight sashay of your hips, even when you popped open another button, Jaehyun stayed strong, never losing your returned gaze. You just wanted Jaehyun to see that you couldn’t be told how to dress, how to act. This was simply you making a point.

“You know, this is against the school’s uniform policy. In many ways.” Jaehyun huffed. Not paying any mind to your attempted tricks to break him. You frowned up at him, furrowing your brows. He was being so difficult.

“Oh, don’t be so lame. Aren’t you a little too hot to be so uptight?” You gave Jaehyun a quick smirk. The crowd of people began to thin out as students made their ways into classrooms. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Jaehyun had no response, just continued to stare back at you. There was a silence that fell upon the two of you as the last of the students found themselves behind closed doors. You took his continued muteness as a sign that he was the typical boring Jaehyun, and pushed passed him.

Jaehyun sighed calmly before grabbing your shoulder as you attempted to sweep passed him, and turned you right back around. His other hand gripped your arm and easily threw you straight back against a row of lockers. You breath caught in your throat from surprise, and you quickly moved forward, ready to take a swing at Jaehyun for his sudden act of violence. Your face burned with rage and Jaehyun barely even spared you a glance as he took one look at you before throwing you back into the lockers again with one hand, walking towards you in the most relaxed manner. You didn’t dare move this time, absolutely shocked by Jaehyun’s complete 180 in his demeanor. Jaehyun was radiating confidence and assertiveness. He seemed so..bad..it was difficult to even remember this was the same Jaehyun.

This new Jaehyun now stood inches from you, his body barely touching yours as he enclosed your own body between his and the lockers, his hands resting on either side of your head. Both of your eyes drank each other in before Jaehyun finally opened his mouth. “You shouldn’t come to school dressed like this.” His voice was so low, his breath was so warm against your cheek that when it left, you felt an ice cold wave take its place. Shivers crept down your arms and through your fingertips. Your breathing was increasing, and you felt even a little nervous as you stared into Jaehyun’s black orbs.

“Well, why not. I hate being told what to do.” Shaky words were all you managed to get out, but you gave your best attempt to play it off and give a facade of confidence. Normally, you were just that, confident, but not right now. Not as Jaehyun took a deep breath in, leaned forward and nipped at your ear lobe. You were anything but confident as Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak gently into your awaiting ear.

“You shouldn’t dress like this because it drives me fucking crazy.” His words created a knot in your stomach, you were suddenly hyper aware of just how wet your pussy was, how much it ached to be touched. Your legs immediately rubbed together, wishing for some release and to break away from this intense moment. Jaehyun kissed your neck, leaving fire wherever his lips went. Your breathing increased as your knees become weak. You were both losing all shred of awareness until a thumping noise brought you back to the present. Both of your heads snapped to the side to see where the sound came from, but saw nothing. Jaehyun grabbed your wrist and quickly tugged you behind him, giving you not time to react or protest.

You found yourself being thrown into the men’s bathroom and pressed against the door as soon as it closed. Jaehyun wasted no time, pinning both of your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your shirt crept up, cold air blowing across your stomach before Jaehyun closed the gap between your bodies. You immediately were aware of his hard cock as it strained against his pants and against your thin skirt. Jaehyun’s grip on your wrist tightened as he pressed his hips further into you. “I know you hate listening, but you have no choice, now.” He growled as his body pressed into yours, feeling every breath you were taking and setting your body on fire. “You can’t just walk around like this and not expect to be told what to do. Now turn around.”

Almost embarrassingly quickly, you turned. It took no ounce of thought to know that you wanted Jaehyun to fuck you, to absolutely dominate you. Your entire facade was let go, everything you stood for was thrown out the window the moment he demanded anything of you. Your body turned, and Jaehyun brought your wrists behind your back, leading you towards the counter and pushing you into it. The cold granite counter was a total contrast to the warmth that exuded from his body just moments earlier, and the fire that was left from the contact was quickly replaced by shivers. Jaehyun leaned you down until your cheek rested against the icy cold surface. Your hands were freed from his grip, but remained in place as Jaehyun stepped back to take a look at you.

“You really thought that you could just cut your skirt this fucking short.” He moaned out, palming himself through his pants as he took in your figure leaned over before him. Your skirt was so short in this position that the swell of your ass was presented perfectly for him. He walked forward and you felt a sudden sting as his hand connected with your ass, leaving a red imprint. “Don’t you know every single guy wanted to fuck you the moment they saw you?” Another loud smack sounded throughout the bathroom as his hand continued. Your own hands finally moved, gripping the counter tightly to offset some of the sting as you tried your best to muffle the screams that were spilling from your mouth. Jaehyun continued his assault, rotating between both cheeks as he dealt smack after smack onto your ass. You bit your lip to try and stop some of the moans and yelps that you were creating, but Jaehyun wasn’t letting up, and the stinging was becoming overwhelming. Jaehyun stepped back to admire his handy work. Your ass was on fire, red prints decorated it in its entirety, and your panties were absolutely soaked. You peered back at him through heavy lids, on the edge of nirvana from the overwhelming feelings that were flowing through your body. A devilish grin crept up on Jaehyun’s face when he connected his eyes with yours.

“You’re too loud. Someone is going to hear you.” His words felt like ice, he almost seemed angry. You felt completely enamored by this new Jaehyun, and with this newfound fondness you suddenly felt guilty.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll be more quiet.” You squirmed on the counter top, rubbing your legs together as much as you could to try and quiet the ache between your legs. He couldn’t stop now. You had to shut up so Jaehyun could continue sending you into bliss. Jaehyun just smirked at your neediness, your complete change of attitude, and walked tormentingly slow up behind you. Once behind you, Jaehyun lowered himself so his face was directly behind your dripping heat. His hands reached out, finding themselves on top of your burning ass. His cold hands soothed the skin some before moving down to the back of your legs. They continued their journey slowly, massaging your thighs and moving their way up and down your legs as Jaehyun stared at your wet panties in front of him.

“Poor girl, you’re fucking soaked.” Jaehyun groaned out as his hands continued to trail the length of your legs, making their way back up to your hips. His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and carefully tugged them down. Your pussy was throbbing, and a moan escaped your throat when the warm wet cover of cloth was taken away, sweeping cold air across your center. Jaehyun continued to pull your panties down your legs, tapping on your feet to get them to step out of them, before placing his full attention back on your needy cunt. It was shining from your juices, and Jaehyun couldn’t resist a quick taste, leaning forward and gracing you with a long strip right up your pussy. Your hips pressed back, trying to chase his tongue as you fought to stay quiet. Just the small amount of pressure his tongue provided sent stars into your eyes, you were so on edge that the slightest amount of contact was almost too much. Jaehyun’s tongue left you feeling empty as he stood back up behind you.

“You need to listen to me, and be quiet.” His words shot at you, they were cold and unamused. You nodded quickly in response, trying to let him know you understood. Jaehyun shook his head, showing his disapproval. “I already asked, and you didn’t listen.” His hips found the back of your ass, his hard cock pressing against your bare backside as he leaned over the back of you. Your panties came into view as Jaehyun pressed you further into the counter so he could rest his chest on your back, placing your panties close to your face. “Open up.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where he was going with this, and your jaw dropped on command to allow Jaehyun to shove your panties into your mouth. The sweet taste of your juices filled your senses, and you bit down on the panties to suppress a moan as his hips ground into your ass. His hands found your hips, pressing further into you. Jaehyun’s head dropped back, and a low moan left his throat as he continued to fuck you from behind, fully clothed. You whined for more, pressing back onto him, needing to just feel him inside of you.

Jaehyun was becoming impatient himself, and took a step back to undo his pants. Your eyes never left his figure, watching as he lifted his shirt up to help his hands access to his complicated button. Your eyes went wide. Jaehyun’s had abs. Defined, sculpted, perfect abs. You weren’t surprised, but you were, all at the same time. His skin glistened with a light layer of sweat, and his perfect hands finally undid that damn button, dropping his pants to the ground. His boxers followed quickly, and you found your voice again as his cock came into view. It looked so hard, almost painful. His cock twitched as he raked his eyes up the view presented before him, pre-cum dripping down his throbbing cock. You wiggled your hips, inviting him in, your body begging for contact. Jaehyun smirked, stroking his cock with one hand as he approached. His free hand went to your skirt, flipping it up so he could see your dripping pussy clearly. He brushed the head of himself against your wet folds. Your eyes snapped shut and your body begged for more as you pushed your hips back.

“What did I say about listening?” Jaehyun’s voice boomed into your ears, halting your hips. You didn’t want to upset him, you didn’t want this to end, you had to be good. Once Jaehyun was satisfied with your reaction, he continued to stroke your lips with the head of his cock, slowly, teasing every inch of you, and applying the lightest amount of pressure. Whines of frustration came out of you, but you didn’t dare move. His eyes danced along your body to your face, and with one last perfect grin, his hips snapped forward, sending you harder into the cold counter top as his cock slid into your tight pussy, bottoming out quickly. Your hands gripped the counter for life, screams coming out muffled by your damp panties. The sting was mixed with the best feeling of pleasure as he took no mercy on you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me, baby..” Jaehyun moaned the words at you, they sounded so delicious leaving his mouth. One of his hands left your hip, but his rhythm never faltered. You were completely lost in the feeling, feeling every single inch of his throbbing cock slide in and out of you. Your pussy hugged him so perfectly, and you were in heaven, until his hand came down hard on your ass again. The pain of his slaps, and the pleasure that his cock was giving you, was too much. Your pussy begged to come, your body needed the release. Jaehyun leaned forward, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so he could look at you in the mirror. His eyes switched between watching your fucked out expression, and watching your pussy take his cock perfectly. “Look at yourself in the mirror for me.” He grunted, thrusting into your even harder. Your eyes obeyed, watching yourself. Jaehyun looked back at you as he fucked you however he wanted. You couldn’t take much more. Feeling him inside of you and watching his face as he fucked you was too much. Your knees were weak and your hands hurt from gripping the counter. You used your tongue to push your panties out of your mouth, gasping for a clear breath as you did.

“Please, Jaehyun, please just let me cum!” You begged, turning your head to meet his eyes. Jaehyun looked down at you, sending another hard slapped to your abused ass as he continued. His hips didn’t slow down, but he also didn’t say you could cum. You knew you’d be in trouble if you did, so you fought with yourself to stop the wave that wanted to crash into you. Jaehyun leaned forward, putting one of his hands on the back of your neck and pushing you down into the counter so he could fuck you even harder, even deeper.

Groans, moans and screams left his throat, you’re sure someone would hear if they passed, as Jaehyun’s cock filled you up over and over. You body was screaming, and so were you, filling the bathroom and the hall with both of your voices of need. “Baby, cum for me, please cum for me..” You needed no more convincing, your hands released their tight hold on the counter and you rested into it as you let your body go. You focused on the feeling his perfect cock was creating as it fucked into you. Jaehyun tightened his hold on the back of your neck as he tossed his head back, snapping his hips forward. Your stomach tightened and a huge wave of pleasure crashed into you. Your body lit up like a firework, sensitivity shooting down through every inch of you as you orgasm took a hold of you. Your pussy squeezed around his cock, pulling him in further until he hips halted while he was deep inside of you. His cock throbbed and twitched as cum shot deep inside of you, intensifying the already overwhelming orgasm you were experiencing. Your screams turned to short pants, both of you catching your breath as Jaehyun slid his member out of you, his cum following. You had just fucked your class president..or rather, he fucked you. You looked in the mirror at Jaehyun, who looked right back at you. “We should get you to class. You shouldn’t break anymore rules today.” Jaehyun spoke to you in a teasing tone. You wanted to stand up, but you knew the moment you did his cum would spill out of you.

You reached for your panties, but Jaehyun was faster, snatching them away and slipping them into his pocket. “I don’t think so.” He tsked at you. “You wanted to come to school looking like this.” He motioned over your body, and you whined out in protest.

“Jaehyun, I have cum all over me!” You tried to reason, but it got you nowhere. Jaehyun just laughed it off, and took a hold of your wrists, pulling you up. You sighed as him cum slowly slid out of your pussy and down your leg. Jaehyun looked down, watching in amusement at his job well done.

“I like how it looks, so you’ll keep it.” That was decided, then. Some part of you wanted to do anything he said, and that part took over. You loved feeling naughty, and you didn’t want to disappoint Jaehyun. You nodded, adjusting your skirt to try and hide all of the redness that Jaehyun put on your ass and the back of your legs. He helped you fix your shirt before fixing his own, and then headed to the door.

“I hope next time, you’ll listen a little better.” Was all he said before he opened the door and headed out. He was no longer there, but you could feel his cum dripping down your leg still. You longed for more of him, and followed after him like a lost puppy.

“Oh, there you are..wrong bathroom?” You classmate piped at you, pointing to the sign, indicating Men’s Restroom. You shot your eyes down both ends of the hallway, Jaehyun was nowhere to be seen.You relaxed a little, and played it off. Something about an accident. Your classmate gave you a weak smile as he looked at you from head to toe. You pressed your legs together, hoping he could see or smell the sex that exuded from your body.

“What did you need?” You tried to redirect his attention back to the present, as he seemed to have lost himself in staring at you.

“Oh, they were looking for you..Principal’s office.”

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