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saintlike78 · 3 years

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The only thing we share [R.A.B & S.O.B]

A/N: THIS HAS TAKEN FOREVER! I’m so excited to finally be done with it! I’ve been working on this idea with @arcaneslut, so major thanks to her for supporting me through this. Also a major thanks to @bellatrixscurls for boosting my ego heheh <3 <3

It ends kinda abruptly because I was thinking about a part two if anyone’s interested in that.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem! Reader x Sirius Black (NO INCEST!)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to choose between the two Black brothers, so what happens when Sirius finds her in the arms of his brother?

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, threesome (M/F/M), vaginal sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub-elements (dom! Sirius, soft dom! Reg, sub! Reader), handjob, mention of cum and cum swallowing, praise, degradation (use of slut and whore), one singular spank, crying, an indication of two-timing (but not really). As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Heeey Reggie,” your voice was happy as you approached the dark-haired Slytherin boy, your arms finding their way around his middle to hug him.

His own arms found their way around you, holding you close to his chest as he chuckled lightly, “Darling, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“A lot of times... buuuut it suits you, so I’ll keep calling you Reggie,” you grinned as you looked up at his face.

Regulus shook his head, but his lips were slightly upturned in a smile.

“Do you want to study with me now?” You asked hopefully making it impossible for Regulus to say no to you, but it was exceptionally harder when you were looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes, a pout pulling at your lips if he should say no.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, not giving it a second thought.

This was what your relationship was, endless flirting and lingering touches. Regulus would do almost anything you told him to, he was completely and utterly enamored by you, he couldn’t get enough. The only reason why you weren’t in a relationship was that he wasn’t the only guy who was head over heels in love with you - the other guy just so happened to be the one person Regulus couldn’t stand - his own brother. Another problem that you had found was that not only were they both in love with you, but you were in love with them both as well, creating a small problem for you.

Normally you wouldn’t be so publicly affectionate towards either of them, afraid that the other would catch on; you weren’t ready to lose either of them, so you kept it in your own secret world.

Of course, you knew how unfair it was to string them both along, not giving them the full truth as to why you didn’t want a relationship because you did want to be with them but having to choose was impossible.

Neither you or Regulus made a move to leave each other’s arms and head towards the library, just looking at each other while talking quietly about your day. You were too caught up with one another to notice the voices that grew louder and the sound of shoes hitting the stone floor. Unfortunately for you, the voices belonged to none other than the four Marauders, one of them, unfortunately, being the one person who was not supposed to witness you in the arms of his brother.

“Uhm y/n, what’r you doing?” the sound of Sirius’ voice caused you to quickly detach yourself from Regulus, creating a distance between the two of you, acting as if Sirius hadn’t caught you red-handed.

“Oh, hi Siri, what’s up?” You tried to act casual, but your tone and body language was anything but casual - fidgeting and bouncing from one foot to the other. Both boys looked at you and then at each other, scowling when they locked eyes.

Remus, James, and Peter looked between the three of you very confused, all three of them silent, thinking of what to say.

“I think we should get going - right James, Peter?” Remus broke the silence, hinting, not subtly that they should make their leave.

“Yes, sure, let’s go,” James stuttered, Peter just nodded, all of them scurrying away quickly, leaving you to deal with your problem.

“Darling, what’s going on,” Regulus placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, but you could only look back at him with sad eyes, knowing that now you would lose both of them. Your stomach had dropped to the floor, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart.

“Darling?... why are you calling her that?” Sirius crossed his arms angrily over his chest, his eyes staring intently at the hand on your shoulder, jealousy filling his chest.

“Please can we go somewhere more private... I promise I’ll explain everything,” you tried, gesturing towards the girl’s lavatory.

Both boys nodded and let you lead them inside, shutting the door behind you gently and leaning your back up against it.

You looked down bashfully, your hands fidgeting anxiously in front of you as your mind raced with ways to explain to them what you’d been doing.

“What’s happening, pup?” Sirius tried a gentler tone, but the anger was still evident in it.

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks grew hot, and you could feel tears slowly gather in your eyes.

“For what, darling?” Regulus was less angry, putting on a calm front for you.

“I’ve had a thing, with... Uhm... both of you...” you were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t help the slight shake to your vocal cords.

“... it was not my intent to string you both along... I just like you both so much and I couldn’t choose... I know it was very wrong of me, but I-I can’t stand the thought of... losing you,” your voice cracked, and the first tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, knowing how stupid you looked - you weren’t the victim in this.

They both stood shocked, not knowing what to say, but both wanting to reach out to comfort you.

The silence was deafening, the anxiety was eating away at you as you waited for one of them to speak and just end it with you then and there.

“I’m sorry... I understand if you don’t have anything to say to me or if you don’t want to see me anymore... I’ll - I’ll just leave,” your voice was quivering as you tried to keep your tears at bay until you had left.

You turned your body, ready to make a run for it, knowing that they probably hated you, but your hand never properly touched the knob before your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backward and away from the door. You were spun around to face them both, Regulus holding your wrist tight, not letting you run away.

Regulus let out a sigh before speaking, “I’m not happy about what you did, but I’m not ready to let you go... I can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to still want to be with you.

“Well, I’m not ready to let her go either... so now we have a little problem,” Sirius went to stand beside you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, surprising you even more.

The tears made your vision blurry as you looked between them, “I’m sorry... I just don’t know what to do,” you whimpered out, causing both of them to quit their scowling contest to look at you, both of their eyes softening.

“Oh puppy, c’mere,” Sirius pulled you into his chest, hugging you as you cried, wetting his white school shirt.

Regulus came closer to soothingly rub up and down your back.

“Listen here, if Sirius and I can agree, I would be willing to... share,” Regulus said begrudgingly, but anything was better than losing you, especially to his brother.

Sirius scoffed, but didn’t argue against his brother, “I guess, if that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll be willing to share as well.”

You sniffled and looked up, “are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Regulus and Sirius shared a look, and both nodded, “we’re sure,” Regulus answered for the both of them.

You hugged Sirius closer to you, reaching one arm behind you searching for Regulus’s hand, which he didn’t hesitate to give you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but both boys heard you clearly, Sirius giving your body an extra squeeze.

You removed your face from Sirius’ chest to look up at him, “kiss?” you puckered your lips, while his lips turned up into a mischievous smile, but nonetheless he complied, leaning his head down and connecting your lips.

The kiss was much shorter than you would have liked, your lips following Sirius’ smirking ones when he pulled apart, a whine tearing through your throat.

Sirius only chuckled at your needy reaction, prompting you to find solace in the man behind you; you turned your head only to be met with a smirking Regulus, his hand still in yours as he had moved closer to you.

“What do you want, darling?” Regulus had leaned down to be level with your face, his voice coming out soft, yet you didn’t miss the slight teasing tone he held.

“You… I want both of you.”

“Is that how you ask nicely, pup?” Sirius broke in, forcing your face to look at his by grabbing your jaw and turning your face.

You whimpered, “please, may I have both of you,” your eyes searched Sirius' eyes desperately.

He smirked, looking down at your desperate figure while running his hand up and down your waist, occasionally giving it a squeeze, “that’s better… good girls have manners and you are a good girl, are you not?”

You quickly nodded, “I am, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Both boys let out a groan at your words, their pants growing tighter by the second.

Regulus pulled out his wand, casting a silencing charm as well as locking the door.

“You really want to do this here?” you asked with a small tilt to your head.

“Do you have a better place we could go? There’ll be people in your dorm and in mine as well and I’m not going down to the darkest place known to man, also known as the Slytherin common room,” Sirius said before he slowly started kissing your neck, sucking lightly when he found the spot that made you gasp out in pleasure.

“Oi! I’ll let you know that it’s very atmospheric to be under the lake,” Regulus said with an angry frown, not letting Sirius step all over his house.

“Whatever you say,” Sirius retorted against your neck, his tone sarcastic.

You could feel a fight starting to ensue, which was the last thing you wanted from them at this moment.

“Please don’t fight… this is good, please,” you whimpered as Sirius sucked a purple mark right below your ear, his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh before his tongue came out to soothe the skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty darling, we’ll take care of you,” Regulus’s soothing voice said before he stepped even closer to you, your body sandwiched between the two brothers.

Regulus’s hands caressed your body, his hands going over your bum before slowly lifting your skirt to caress your bare skin. He bent down on his knees, his hands kneading away on your bum, he came forward to leave small kisses on the cheeks, his hands trailing down your thighs and moving to the inside of your thighs but purposely ignoring the place you needed him most. “Spread those beautiful legs a little more for me, princess,” Regulus tapped the inside of your thigs; you didn’t waste a second, your legs spreading further apart.

Your hands found a home on Sirius’ shoulders as you used him for balance, your fingers digging into the muscles in anticipation. Sirius’ head retreated from your neck to look at your face, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips.

He was about to lean down to connect your lips, but he was swiftly interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips; Regulus had placed his thumb on your panties, feeling the wet patch that had formed on them. “So wet for us, darling,” he breathed out, his thumb rubbing your core slowly, working his way up to rub your clit through your soaked panties.

You moaned and gasped again as the pleasurable feeling spread through your body.

“Such a little slut, getting wet just from the thought of having not only one, but both of our cocks... such a filthy girl,” Sirius teased, finally leaning down and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

You parted your lips letting his tongue enter and dance with your own, your breathing growing labored.

As you were preoccupied with Sirius’ mouth on yours, Regulus took the opportunity to slip your panties off and down your legs, tapping each of your feet for you to lift and step out of them.

You could hear the low groan from Regulus when he was faced with your puffy glistening cunt, a sight so pleasing he couldn’t wait any longer before diving right in, licking a strip from your aching clit to your entrance. Your body jolted at the contact, you let out a loud moan into Sirius’ mouth and your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, scared you would collapse, even though Sirius was holding your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Sirius pulled apart, desperate to look at your face, but jealous that Regulus had gotten the chance to taste you before he himself had.

“Who would’ve thought that little y/n was such a little whore?” Sirius taunted, pinching your sides. You moaned at his degrading words, the words going straight to your already dripping cunt.

Sirius let out a taunting laugh, “Oh you like that huh? You like it when I call you a whore?”

You nodded and whimpered, “y-yes.”

Sirius’s lips turned up into a satisfied grin, “hmm filthy girl,” he whispered.

Regulus pulled away for a moment, “she tastes absolutely divine.”

At his words Sirius reached a hand down, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers as he ran them through your folds, making you whimper, before bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

He smacked loudly, “mmhm perfect.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you leaned forward hiding your face in Sirius’ clavicle, prompting a chuckle from the boy.

“Aww, are we feeling shy? Huh?” He feigned a caring tone as he mocked your shyness.

You whined and shook your head, but your face was quickly pulled from its hiding spot by Sirius.

“No whining,” Sirius scolded, to which you just nodded.

“Sirius, can you grab her leg?” Came Regulus’s voice, instructing his brother.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “don’t give me instructions.”

You reached a hand up to caress Sirius’ cheek, “be nice,” you whispered, trying to keep them civil, instead of Sirius complying you let out a surprised gasp when Sirius’ hand suddenly was around your throat, giving it a small warning squeeze, but not enough to actually hurt you.

“We might not agree about who’s in charge, but it’s certainly not you... got it?”

You gulped, but nodded, “yes, sir.”

Another groan escaped Sirius at the use of the title, “you’re going to kill me.”

Sirius let go of your throat, reaching down to grab your leg like Regulus had asked, hoisting it up.

“There we go,” Regulus breathed out, his middle finger circling your entrance.

You could feel your heart through your chest, the beating growing faster and more rapid as the seconds went on. Your breath had been replaced by moans – filling the quiet room, along with the squelching sounds as Regulus inserted a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out, feeling your warm walls pulse and contract at the minimal pleasure he was able to give you with just one finger.

Sirius leaned down to suck and bite at your neck; whimpers left your mouth at the pleasurable pain his teeth gave you, your hands moving to hold onto him by the back of his neck, pulling gently at the hairs at the nape.

Regulus added a second finger, pumping them faster while his other hand reached up to rub your clit in fast circles, pressing it occasionally to add pressure.

You could feel the familiar warmth building in the pit of your belly, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please, may I cum?” You begged, gripping Sirius’ hair tighter as you tried to fight off the feeling.

Sirius submerged from your neck, squeezing your waist, “not yet… sluts like you have to wait for it.”

You whimpered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes at the strain of holding it in, “please, sir, I can’t,” you tried begging once more, but to no avail; Sirius shook his head and gestured for Regulus to stop, which he did, but not without a displeased grunt.

Regulus pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the empty feeling and the fleeting orgasm having been stolen from you. You were about to turn your head to give Regulus a displeased look, but your cheeks were promptly grabbed by Sirius, his fingers squeezing a pout from you.

“What did tell you before?” he questioned with a raised brow.

“No whining,” you would’ve dipped your head if it hadn’t been for the hold, you found yourself in.

“Good girl,” Regulus praised as he stood to tower over you once more behind you.

“Good girl,” Sirius mocked, “she can remember simple instruction, but yet she still whines like a desperate little slut.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Regulus scolded, smacking Sirius’ hand that was holding your leg up, causing him to drop it.

Regulus leaned down to your ear before whispering, “don’t listen to him, darling, you’re doing so well, good girl.”

You turned your face, being level with Regulus, you connected your lips, tasting yourself on his lips and the sweet taste of him, breathing out a ‘thank you' before breaking apart.

Regulus just nodded with a smile, glad you understood his comfort, his hand finding home on the side of your waist Sirius wasn’t holding onto.

You felt Sirius’ hand back on your face, turning it to face him once more, “you know you can tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Your heart fluttered at Sirius checking on you, making sure that you were alright and happy with everything that was happening; you nodded in reply, looking into his eyes to show him that you meant it. Sirius smiled and leaned down to also be able to whisper in your ear, “good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Come, over here,” Sirius started guiding you towards one of the sinks in the lavatory, a large mirror hanging above the basin, your eyes meeting your own as Sirius pulled you further towards the image.

“Now look at that, such a pretty slut, it would be a shame if you don’t get the same view as us,” Sirius’ hand was stroking up and down the expanse of your back when you came to a halt in front of the shining mirror; Regulus followed suit standing on the other side of Sirius behind you. They were tall and intimidating – absolutely stunning, enchanting, causing all thoughts to leave your mind as you stared at them through the tall mirror; your stomach was filled with butterflies, accompanied by an ache created by the denied orgasm, your arousal was slowly dripping down your legs, but yet time stood still as you waited for one of them to do something, anything – you would let them do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch yourself get ruined like the filthy girl you are, understand?” Sirius was caressing your sides, but you knew it was as a decoy – his real purpose being freeing your shirt from being tucked into your plaid school skirt.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you voiced your understanding, but you looked to Regulus, unsure what he thought of this particular arrangement.

Regulus caught your stare, returning it with a soft smile and kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, pretty girl, I’ll wait my turn,” he said with a wink.

Regulus stepped in front of you, temporarily blocking your reflection in the mirror, but his reasoning soon became clear as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt, helping you out of it, exposing your bra-covered breasts to the eager boys.

Sirius’ hands trailed up your back finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it, the bra loosening and helped off by Regulus. Out of instinct, your hands went up to cover your now exposed chest, but Sirius was quicker than you and took a hold of your wrists, his arms on both sides of you. “Don’t turn all shy now - you were so desperate before, be a good slut,” Sirius was taunting you, but his words only made the ache grow even bigger causing a whimper to be ripped from your throat and your head to turn to look at him over your shoulder; you were only met with a mocking tilt of his head, whilst his hands brought your wrists behind your back, switching to hold them both with one hand.

“Move out of the way, will you Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, his face contorting into one of disgust at Sirius using a nickname for him, but nevertheless, he complied, but not before leaning down and giving your lips a quick peck.

With Regulus no longer blocking the mirror in front of you, you could see the situation unfold clearly; Regulus was close but leaning casually against a sink strategically placed so he could look at you without being in the way of the mirror, his hands starting to work on the zipper of his black school trousers.

Your focus was back on Sirius when you heard the same sound of a zipper, but from behind you; Sirius was quick to pull his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his own trousers, the tip of his cock red and dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a couple of times, his head thrown back and a groan leaving his lips, his raven-colored hair falling in front of his face when his head fell back into place. You let out a breathy moan at the sight, enamored by his beauty and growing more needy and desperate by the second.

Sirius flipped your skirt up, the clothing piece rather useless as you were bare everywhere else; your focus was momentarily lost on Sirius’ face, therefore, leaving you unprepared for the slap that was landed on your ass, pulling a yelp from you, but leaving you no room to complain as he pushed himself inside you – the complaint dying on your tongue and replaced by a surprised gasp of pleasure. Sirius and Regulus’ eyes were locked on your face, memorizing the look and contortion of satisfaction, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the slight backward roll your eyes made

Sirius set a fast pace, keeping you up by your arms as he held them tightly behind your back, giving both himself and Regulus a perfect view of your breasts as they bounced on every impact.

Your moans and smalls squeals, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds filled the bathroom, the occasional grunt and moan leaving Sirius’ mouth.

A yelp broke through when Regulus used his free hand, the one not currently working himself closer to an orgasm, to reach forward and tug at your sensitive nipples – pulling, twisting and rubbing them, his eyes locked on your reactions; he smiled a pleased smile at the sounds you let out, your eyes finding his, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and hold his stare.

“You gonna cum, princess?” Regulus asked, giving your left nipple a particularly harsh pinch, your cunt pulsing and tightening around Sirius.

“Please, may I,” you pleaded, your eyes flitting between the two brothers, frustration building as well at the orgasm you were trying to hold off.

“Go on, milk my cock like the whore you are,” Sirius grunted, a low moan escaping as well as your cunt squeezed him once more.

Sirius moved his hips with a few hard thrusts, snaking his free hand to the front of your body to put pressure on your clit. Your breath stuttered, a gasp catching in your throat as a silent scream made its appearance, your orgasm rocking through your body, your cunt throbbing around Sirius. You spasmed as you tried, but failed, to topple forward, Sirius’ hands holding you too tight to let you fall.

Sirius moaned loudly as he reached his end, emptying himself in you, he stilled cock twitching. He rocked a couple of times, working you both through your orgasms before

he slowly pulled out, bending down to look at the way his cum dripped from you, muttering a small ‘gorgeous’ to himself. Rising to his full height, he kissed up your neck and your cheek while holding your body close to his, whispering small praises in your ear.

You were trying to catch your breath, your body twitching slightly at the sensitivity and the aftershock of the built-up release you had been keeping in for so long.

You were thrown out of your own thoughts and tiredness when you heard a moan coming from your side; Regulus’s head was thrown back as he tried desperately to finish himself.

You turned your head to kiss Sirius’ cheek as his head rested on your shoulder, before freeing yourself from his grasp to stand directly in front of Regulus. Grasping his face, you turned it down to look in your eyes as you leaned up to connect your lips with his in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. Your hand reached between your bodies as you took his cock from his hand, working it yourself; you applied pressure as you twisted and stroked with your hand at a fast pace. Regulus pulled away from the kiss to let out a stuttered moan as your thumb brushed over to sensitive slit, his hips working to match the pace of your hand.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, “let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Even though his tone was much softer than Sirius’ had been, it was still a command, to which you complied.

You sank to your knees, keeping your hand in motion, but replacing it with your mouth leading Regulus to his much-needed release.

His hands grasped your hair at the base of your scalp, holding your head still as his hips moved him through his release, his cum seeping into your mouth on your tongue and down your throat.

With the help of Regulus, you stood, met with the soft smile from Regulus and a gentle kiss on your lips from him. Sirius stepped behind you, holding your bra and shirt helping you put them on, turning you around to button the shirt up.

“Thank you,” you said, stroking his hair as Regulus stroked your hips from behind you.

“For what? This or the other thing?” Sirius smirked, your eyes rolling at his insinuation.

“Both, I guess,” you giggled making both boys chuckle, as Sirius finished off the last button on your shirt.

Your eyes scanned the floor, but the short search for your panties was unsuccessful.

“Uhm, where are my panties?”

Sirius smirked once more before holding the piece of clothing up but quickly pocketed it when you tried to reach for them. “Oh, I’m keeping these… as a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but the smile was ever-present on your face.

“Again, thank you for this,” you breathed a content breath.

“I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but if this is the price to be with you, I’m willing to pay it,” Regulus said, gesturing to Sirius as he said ‘this’, earning him a disgruntled ‘hey!’, though Sirius nodded in agreement.

“I’m interested in what’s to come.”

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Brown Eyed Girl- Part 4

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Into the reader's second trimester, this dives into the readers cravings and her overall look and feel. Elliot and the reader have a much needed self care night.

Word Count: 1.5k (on the shorter side, sorry)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, I think that's it.

A/n: Hi guys, sorry I'm really bad at putting out chapters and updating. This is like half edited cuz I'm so tired. I'm in a really bad place still and am constantly beating myself up about posting and stuff. I know that my masterlist isn't updated either, I'm working on that tomorrow. Once school ends I should feel a bit better, it's just all a bit too much right now.

“Hey, can you get me another jar?” I quiz, lifting my head to look down at Elliot laying at my feet who plucks at his guitar, his eyes fluttering shut as he groans.

“Another jar? Seriously, our kid is gonna be born allergic to peanut butter with how many jars you’ve inhaled over the last few days.” He chuckles teasingly, setting his guitar aside as he huffs, making his way across the room to his backpack, fishing out another car of peanut butter. It had been the most intrusive and expensive craving of mine in my pregnancy journey so far, topping the charts in weirdest cravings between my mom and I.

Her and I have been talking a lot since I opened up to her a bit more in the weeks that I’ve been pregnant. It was nice to be able to hear from someone that I trust who’s been through this before and to compare experiences. She explained that with Lexi and I, she craved sweeter things and with Cassie she craved more salty foods. She liked to joke that that’s why Cassie’s the way that she is today, bitter and angry. But seriously, to hear from someone first hand about the experiences that I’m going through or will be going through, it’s beyond helpful. Especially knowing that she’s there for me no matter what happens, knowing in her heart that, if she made Lexi and I, that Elliot and I can create someone equally as amazing.

But the peanut butter thing has only become a big issue that’s only gotten worse the longer I’ve been pregnant. I was never really the biggest fan of peanut butter before getting pregnant, not really going out of my way to eat it. Not that I didn’t like it, I just didn’t like it more than the average human, but now I can’t live without it. I realize how dramatic that sounds but it’s not dramatic when I’m crying at one in the morning, begging Elliot to drive to Fezco’s store to buy me a few jars. It was the only thing that didn’t make me nauseous, it even managed to soothe incessant fits of nausea when it gets bad.

“It makes me happy, baby, just nod and smile and hand over the jar.” I grin as he slides it into my lap, plopping down on the bed beside me as he returns back to his music. I can’t wait for the time in my pregnancy where he’ll be able to play and sing to the baby, hopefully inviting some movement and flutters from the little one. It was one of his first questions that Elliot asked when we went to the doctors together, excited beyond belief for the time where he can feel the baby respond to him.

“I just think it’s so funny that out of everything you could’ve wanted, it’s peanut butter. Isn’t Cassie allergic to that shit?” Elliot asks with a chuckle, my eyes rolling at the mention of my older sister. “Maybe it’ll keep her away from us if you continue to eat it.” He winks, a snort leaving me as I shove another spoonful into my mouth.

My relationship with Cassie has not improved in the last few weeks, the blonde only becoming more distant and even more passive aggressive.

Actually, no. She wasn’t passive aggressive. She was aggressive aggressive.

She would avoid Elliot at all costs, steering clear from him like he’s the plague walking through our home. Even when my mom, Lexi, Elliot and I would all eat or spend time together, she would put herself at the opposite side of the house or leave all together. She hated that we were all getting along and that we were all excited for this baby and this experience. It seems like the last thing she wanted to be was an aunt, especially when her opportunity to become a mother was taken away from her by someone convincing her out of it. But that was her issue and her mistake to work through, it has nothing to do with me, Lexi or my mom. It was her decision at the end of the day and I don’t think any of the three of us thought that, by supporting her decision to choose, that we were going to be beaten up for it years down the line for making a different decision.

“Yeah, she’s really stressing me out lately. I heard her and my mom yelling downstairs last night at like eleven- did you hear it?” I ask, watching as he nods slowly, his eyes widening briefly as he sighs. Cassie’s screams had woken me up from my first, sound, comfortable three hours of sleep in weeks, my ears immediately tuning into their conversation down the hall. Cassie was mostly confrontational with my mom and Lexi rather than me, the actual person she had an issue with, but maybe it’s because she knows that I’d rip her apart if she even tried to come between me and Elliot or mention our baby in a slightly negative way. “I thought that she’d be the one to actually understand since she went through the stress of first finding out and trying to navigate all the options. I expected her to react better than whatever this is but apparently I don’t know her as well as I thought I did.” I frown, my head falling back against the pillow as I close the jar of peanut butter, tossing it to my side as I huff. Elliot just watches me, his lips tugging down into a soft frown as I pout. He knows better than anyone that mine and Cassie’s relationship and the wreck that it is has been at the front of my mind, sad that she couldn’t just grow up and talk about what’s bothering her so much. “It’s just unnecessary stress that I don’t need.”

“Well then let’s get your mind off of it, huh?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes as I chuckle, watching him as he slips out of the room, my hands reaching to rest on my stomach as I listen to him shuffle in my bathroom, returning moments later. “Okay, so this is everything that I found, I figured I could help you unwind a bit in your favorite ways.” He laughs sheepishly, tossing the self care items down onto the bed as I smile softly, listening to him as he continues to rant, his cheeks a bit flushed as his hands fly as he talks. He stopped smoking weed after finding out that we’re pregnant, just to practice so he’s prepared for when the baby comes. It was one of his biggest worries, not wanting to be smoking anything around me while I’m pregnant or our child once they’re born. But I can tell from his anxiousness, his jitteriness and constant fidgeting that’s only gotten worse in the last few weeks that weed was probably helping him more than we both thought it was.

“This is great, Elliot, thank you.” I whisper softly, catching his attention as he nods, sliding down onto the bed next to me. I move to slide my legs over his lap, my hands reaching for my favorite lotion but he stops me, stealing the bottle from me as I chuckle.

“Just relax, I’ve got you.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips as I lay back against the pillows, feeling his fingers lift my shirt a bit before squirting some lotion on my abdomen, the cold startling me as I gasp. He apologizes in a hushed voice, spreading the soothing substance all over the expanse of my tummy. The mint smell soothes me a bit, my eyes fluttering shut as I enjoy the way his hands feel on me, missing his touch from the few hours where he was working on his music.

Over the next hour or two, we would do every single self care step that I’ve missed out on in the last few weeks due to my utter exhaustion. We did facemasks, he soothed my every aching muscle and now we rest, my head resting on his chest as his fingers rake through my hair, my eyes drooping heavily as he presses gentle kisses to my forehead.

“I love you, bug.” He whispers, a soft, sleepy smile stretching across my lips as he pulls the blanket further over my shoulders, my arms tightening around his waist as I slip even more into him.

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mollysolo · 2 years

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bucky inviting you over for christmas when he finds out you have nowhere to go

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas:

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky invites the reader over for Christmas.

Warnings: Mentions of the reader being disowned.

Word Count: 881

a/n: thanks for requesting this <3

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he sat in his living room and even though it was the afternoon, you still hadn’t left your apartment and he could still hear the quiet noise coming from your tv in your own living room.

He wondered why you, the kindest and most beautiful person he had ever met had no one to spend Christmas with. He wondered if something had happened between you and your family or if they just didn’t live close enough.

But he didn’t want to bother you with questions that could remind you of the past if your past wasn’t the brightest or happiest.

So, he went across the hall and knocked upon the door of an apartment that belonged to a sweet old lady who somehow knew everything about everyone who lived there.

“Oh, Bucky. Merry Christmas dear, what can I help you with?” she asked him, knowing right away by that look in his eyes that he was coming to her for information.

“Does (y/n) not have anyone to spend Christmas with? She hasn’t left her apartment all day.” Bucky politely asked the old lady who was several inches shorter than him.

And even though you had only been living in this apartment complex for a few months now, that lady still knew everything there was to know about you.

“Her family disowned her after learning that she was leaving her small home town to live here in New York. That poor girl.” The old lady told him and as she spoke, deep frowns appeared on both of their faces.

“Thanks for telling me.” he said to her as he flashed her a soft smile and walked back over to his apartment before he stopped in his tracks for a moment.

He was now determined to make you feel a little less alone this Christmas and hopefully every Christmas after this one. He wanted to make you feel that happiness Christmas most likely brought you before your family disowned you.

He then walked over to your front door and knocked on it a few times, anxiously waiting for you to open it. A smile appeared on his face once more as you did open the door, wearing a set of Christmas pajamas as you looked up at him with curiousness in your eyes.

You had talked to Bucky almost everyday since you had moved in, he seemed like a nice guy and was definitely an old soul at heart. And like most people who laid their eyes on him, you couldn’t help but form a crush on the very handsome man.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you waited for him to talk to you, your feelings for him getting the best of you in this moment.

“Hey, sorry if this sounds really weird but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to spend Christmas with me in my apartment? My friend Sam is out of town so I’m alone for Christmas as well.” he cutely told you, a look of nervousness in his pretty blue eyes.

“Uh, sure.” you answered, matching his level of nervousness as you momentarily turned around to close the door to your apartment.

You hesitantly followed him back into his apartment, letting your hands hang behind your back. But the second you entered his home and saw his small but cute decorations, you couldn’t help but smile at him.

Noticing your reaction to the decorations he spoke to you again, “Hey, I tried.” laughing as he spoke and jokingly held his hands up in defense.

“No, it’s nice. The tiny Christmas tree is pretty cute, if I do say so myself.” you replied with blushing cheeks, contently laughing with him as you then followed the handsome man over to his soft looking couch.

“Thanks.” he said with another smile as he looked over at you, his cheeks now blushing red as well.

He then proceeded to just stare into your eyes and get lost in his thoughts about the pretty woman who sat just inches away from him before he shook his head and spoke again,”So, I was thinking we could watch a Christmas movie together to lift our spirits.” he happily made known to you, his cheeks still a bit crimson red and a twinkle in his eye.

“Sure, Bucky that sounds great. What movie did you want to watch anyways?” you kindly asked him as you subtly inched closer and closer to him.

“Uh, Die Hard.” he quietly said, not knowing how’d your react to hearing him say the title of that movie as not that many people thought of it as a Christmas movie.

You burst out into laughter as you leaned your head back and let yourself fall back onto Bucky’s couch. Causing him to lay down and awkwardly laugh with you as he still couldn’t tell what you were laughing at.

“I still refuse to believe that Die Hard is a Christmas movie, but I’ll watch it for you.” you said with another chuckle, ignoring how sore your cheeks had become since Bucky had shown up at your festively decorated door.

“Alright, doll. Whatever you say.” he said to you in response before he turned on the movie, the pet name making you blush once more.

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touyaspeach · 3 years

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Pro Hero Izuku x Assassin Hitoshi x Assassin f!Reader

A/N ; This was written for @cyancherub ’s Wheel of Misfortune collab, Day 13. I will be honest I struggled a bit with this one, I've never written a threesome before and with the context it was a little hard to get it to flow the way I wanted.

Summary ; You and your partner, Hitoshi, are underground assassins working for a crime syndicate known as The Bureau. When you're tasked to kill the up and coming pro hero, Deku, and your partner confesses his long-standing feelings for the man, what will you do? Words ; 8.6k Warnings ; fem! reader, use of baby girl, baby boy, puppy (Izuku), kitten (reader), oral (m, f), daisy chain, rimming (m), unprotected sex, mentions of death though none explicit, lots of fluff Thanks ; @a-shy-blueberry for betaing, @katonshoko for not only betaing but also for the encouragement. And @kisseswithkai, @a-shy-blueberry, @katonshoko, for giving me so many ideas and help!!!

This mission should be a simple one; in and out, no strings attached. Just take care of the target and get paid. Standard run of the mill; something you and Hitoshi had done a hundred times before. The only catch is that your target this time was the up-and-coming pro hero, Deku. Your old classmate from your days at Yuuei, and one of Hitoshi’s closest friends.

Truthfully, neither of you wanted to fulfill this mission, but you were under contract and couldn’t refuse, despite your reservations and Hitoshi’s slowly breaking heart.

“God, I never imagined I’d be in this situation,” he swore as you readied yourself to do the deed, donning your stealth suits and equipping your back up weapons.

“You had to know it would be a possibility when you joined the Bureau. You had to know that eventually, we’d have to go after our old classmates,” you made quick work of the knife you were strapping to your thigh and moved on to your boots.

“Yeah but I didn’t think it’d be him. You know I was in love with him, right? Like… Really in love with him back then.” Hitoshi said casually.

Looking up at him, you noticed that his catsuit did little to hide just how muscular he’d gotten since then. His neck was thick with a prominent adam’s apple that jutted out even through the thick material. His shoulders and arms were broad and sturdy, though his waist remained rather slender. He was well built for a stealth-ops hero: strong enough to make it out of any fight but small enough to harness lithe movements and silent footsteps.

“Yeah and you know I was in love with you, right?” You chuckled, tightening the laces on your knee-high combat boot.

“Wait, seriously?” He turned to you, then, dark circles and wild purple hair looking more intense than usual after the sleepless night.

“Oh come on, it’s not like I was subtle.”

“Maybe I was too busy looking the other way. I’m sorry if I made you feel–”

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this job done, okay? We can talk about all that later.”

“Sure.”

You went over a mental checklist: knife? Check. Other knife? Check. Back-up boot knife? Check. Back-up, back-up boot knife? Check. Gloves with steel knuckles for brawling? Check. You kicked your heel out, triggering the stiletto that was hidden in the spike of your boot. Check. Lastly you secured a mask over the lower half of your face that doubled as both an identity concealment and a respirator in case gas had to be used.

Honestly? You didn’t think it’d come to that. The plan was to sneak in, scare him, get him under Hitoshi’s quirk and end it with a bullet. Simple. Easy.

“Alright,” your comrade said, securing his own mask around his head and levelling you with those striking purple eyes, “Remember the plan?”

“Yep,” you said standing. You were significantly shorter than Hitoshi, significantly weaker, and quirkless to boot. You were, however, quieter, faster, and deadlier with a knife. “He’s staying at the hotel on 25th, we sneak in through the fire escape and - provided he’s asleep - wake him up, hopefully putting him under your control immediately. Then it’s a quick bullet and the deed’s done.”

As if to prove you knew what you were doing, you pulled the tiny, lady-killer revolver from between your breasts and opened the cylinder. Spinning it and clicking it back into place you pretended to take aim at the bed beside you as if you were aiming at a sleeping target. “Let me take this one so it’s easier for you.”

“Sure, won’t argue that,” he said, voice gruff and lower than usual. You knew this was hard on him. Hell, it was hard on you, too, but if he still had any lingering feelings of love or attraction, you’d have to be the strong one this time.

Killing people is never easy. You have to harden your heart and steel your resolve and just get the job done. It’s thankless, unglamorous, and soul-destroying. That’s why the Bureau employs the harder of heart like you and Hitoshi, but you’re still human. Watching people die takes its toll on you, and that’s also why you’re put in two man squads.

Hitoshi was your partner, he was your confidante, he was the only one in the whole world that could understand the things you were going through, and you were his. And your confession from before? About being in love with him back then? It still holds true; you’re still in love with him. Not that it mattered. Not in this line of work.

“Alright,” he said, tearing you from your thoughts, “Ready?”

“Yep. You?”

“As I can be.”

Ever the gentleman, he held the door for you on your way out of the shitty motel room you were sharing. It’s not like you couldn’t afford to stay at a fancier, nicer place, just that these roach motels are low-key and easy sneak in late and covered in blood if that’s where you ended up.

Your path of travel was as sneaky as you could make it, having planned the route ahead of time. A maze of back alleys kept you from street view, the occasional fire escape, to rooftop, with a sprinkle of free running and you’d be completely unnoticed under the cover of night. And it was around one in the morning as you both sprinted quickly through your route, the perfect time for your target to be sleeping.

You were silent, thankful that you had plenty of endurance training and could sprint for longer distances to get in and out as fast as possible. Travelling at night and on foot was the best way to make sure you went unseen, and though it might take a bit longer than, say, a cab, the lowered risk of capture was worth it.

Well, even if you were captured there wasn’t much they could do to you. You worked for the Bureau, who worked closely with a number of pro-hero agencies and even the police force. Despite being an underground agency, hitmen still fetched a pretty penny so everyone was basically loaded enough to pay off any naysayers.

This time should be much simpler than all that. Provided your plan worked. Provided Hitoshi didn’t succumb to those emotions you were sure bubbled like acid in his belly.

Before you knew it, you were at your destination, and you both paused to catch your breath. You took a moment to admire your partner as he was bathed in moonlight. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his hair already starting to deflate from the humidity, and god, he was so handsome. So stupidly, unfairly handsome.

“Hitoshi,” you got his attention by placing a hand on his shoulder. His large, well-built shoulder. “If you want we can… we can do that instead. I know how you feel about him.”

He eyed you warily, even through the mask you could sense his hesitation. That, as it were, was a failsafe you and Hitoshi had decided on years ago. If there was ever any target you just didn’t have it in you to kill, you’d both find a way to fake the death and sneak them out, you’d find a way to save them.

“Maybe. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said, voice slightly distorted by the mask and tinged with metal.

Once you both caught your breath, and were prepared to finish the job, you quickly ascended the fire escape. Your light footsteps made soft clanging noises as you went, the iron staircases wobbling together under the effort. It wasn’t loud enough to alert anyone, it could have just been the wind.

It wasn’t just the wind, it was two well-trained assassins on a mission to kill their friend. Hitoshi was glad the weight on his heart wasn’t reflected in his steps, his entire body felt leaden, heavy with the burden of his job. With the burden of his heart.

You both paused once more once you were on the proper floor, outside of the proper window. Listening, waiting. The light was off, and there were no sounds coming from inside, so you assumed he was asleep. Perfect.

Your eyes met violet ones, and even with his brow furrowed and intense focus on his face that was half-obscured, Hitoshi was still so handsome. Still so pretty. You wanted to take a moment to admire him, but that could come later. After you were both patched up emotionally from this ordeal.

With a nod, Hitoshi sampled the window. It’d be easier if it would open on it’s own and he didn’t have to fuck around trying to break it or score a hole into it to unlock it from the inside. With a strong and controlled grip, and to both of your surprise, it quietly slid open.

You swallowed thickly, it’s not that you were nervous about the killing. That came easy by now. Moreso you were concerned for Hitoshi, how he’d handle this after the fact. It’s why you offered to pull the trigger, because despite how well trained you both were, he’d just confessed to you his love for the target. And that – well, that was an issue.

Silently, Hitoshi slipped inside, brushing the curtains aside as he did for you to follow. The room was dark, so dark you could barely see. The radiator hummed quietly behind you, just under the window and masked the rustling of the drapery. In the dim light you could see a lump in the center of the bed, blankets drawn over his head and sound asleep.

Hitoshi paused, tilting his head towards you and giving you a few hand signals that told you he’d make the first move and try to restrain him. With a nod, you stood back, removing your gun from it’s holster and triple checking to make sure you’d loaded it properly.

Slowly, carefully, Hitoshi made his way to the side of the bed, and this close he could see the gentle rise and fall of deep breaths only taken during slumber. Was he really going to go through with this? Was he really about to kill Midoriya of all people?

Hitoshi’s back hit the mattress before anyone had time to process it. A firm, thick hand found itself around his throat, and a weight pressed in on top of him. It wasn’t unpleasant, a thigh against his groin, and the pressure around his neck cutting off just the bloodflow, not choking the air out of his lungs.

Deku’s body had moved on it’s own out of reflex. One moment he was peacefully asleep, and the next he was pinning down an intruder. Only, on impact that intruder let out the most salaciously erotic moan, which confused him further. To add insult to injury, he recognized the man beneath him immediately with his signature wild hair and tired eyes.

The two stared at the other for a moment, processing, and Hitoshi felt something hard pressing against his thigh. A gun? A knife? No it was different, it wasn’t that hard.

Oh.

Oh!

Hitoshi smirked, though it was hidden behind the mask. All sorts of words that could poke and prod and get Midoriya to speak to him flooded his mind. “You miss me that bad, Midoriya? I didn’t think you were playing for my team.”

Midoriya’s eyebrows pinched in the middle as he tried to rapidly blink the sleep out of his system. Meanwhile you were making your move. As quickly and quietly as you could, you jumped on him, wrapping an arm around his throat and securing it in a choke-hold.

Deku was unphased. He was big, and muscular, and you were neither of those things. To him you might as well have been a mosquito.

But Hitoshi had a different experience, the hardness he felt grew at your attempt to choke Midoriya and it was his time to shine.

“What’s that, Midoriya? I didn’t take you for someone who got off on this kind of stuff. Do you like getting choked that much?” Hitoshi said with a chuckle, a taunt.

Izuku knew this game, he’d fought his friend on multiple occasions so he knew how this worked. Hitoshi would try to get under his skin, get a rise out of him, make him retort or talk back or say something so that he could take over his mind and gain control of the situation.

Green eyes locked onto violet as the tension continued to build. You would have just shot him, but then the bullet would have risked going right through and hitting your partner, and that wasn’t something worth risking. So now, you were struggling on his back, wrapping your legs around his thick torso to try and get more pressure on his throat.

He ignored you, too focused on the man beneath him. With one hand still on Hitoshi’s throat, he lifted a finger to his lips, grinning, and shaking his head. He wasn’t going to fall for this trap or these taunts.

There was a moment, then, when the energy shifted. Deku’s cock was hard on Hitoshi’s thigh, which in turn had blood pumping straight between Hitoshi’s legs. The pressure of you around Deku’s throat only made it worse, which served nothing more than to give Hitoshi an idea.

Well, less of an idea, more of an impulse. A bad impulse that would jeopardize the mission and both of your careers and-

Hitoshi pressed his thigh harder against Midoriya’s hardening cock, he could feel it even through the thick layers of his catsuit, Midoriya’s sweatpants and boxers, heavy and hot and ready. The action made him suck the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth to stave off a moan, and tighten his grip around Hitoshi’s throat.

Meanwhile, you’d stopped trying to strangle the new hero, instead climbing over him more to look down at Hitoshi, at his flushed face and eyes laced with lust. What the hell was happening?

“Midoriya,” his voice was low, the rasp noticeable even through the mask, “I’m going to take this mask off, okay? I’ll go slow, don’t kill me.”

Deku could, in fact, make quick work of crushing the windpipe beneath his palm. It would be too easy, and you all knew that as fact. Slowly, with carefully planned movements, Hitoshi raised both of his arms, fingers working deftly at the clasps on the left side to unsecure the gear and pull it off. He set it beside him on the bed, revealing the rest of his face to the man that he was supposed to be here to kill.

Deku watched every movement carefully, but seeing the entirety of his old friend’s face, knowing that he was just as hard against his own thigh, only made him throb with need. With desire. This lust that he’d managed to push down since high school, that he’d managed to somehow keep from Hitoshi all this time, hit him with full force. He had so many questions. Why were you here? To kill him? Of course, that was your job, and the only reason you’d sneak into his room so late and without warning. He had so many things to ask, he should definitely fight back harder though neither of you were, currently a threat.

He matched Hitoshi’s movement, using his own thigh to press into the crotch of his suit and apply friction to his dick. It caused him to throw his head back, exposing more of his pretty throat which rumbled with a low moan.

You felt like the third wheel almost immediately once you realized what was happening. The danger, the tension, the years of affection, adoration and need building into a cacophony in which you felt you had no place.

Mission be damned. If Hitoshi was finally going to get his man, then that meant throwing your pride, your career, and your heart into the garbage. But you’d always said you’d follow him to the ends of the earth, and you meant it. You still loved him, after all.

You slid off of Deku’s back, moving off of the bed and towards the window. You could just sit on the fire escape while they finished whatever this was, and then you could all talk about how to proceed. Hitoshi deserved this, at least. If he could have his own little slice of happiness, even if it meant a life on the run, then it was worth it.

“Where are you going?” your partner called softly.

��Giving you two some privacy?”

At that, Midoriya removed his hand from Hitoshi’s throat, straightening up a bit to look over at you. They were still slotted against each other, flushed in their faces and confused but so, so aroused.

“You can stay,” it surprised you when Midoriya was the one who spoke. Wasn’t he afraid of Hitoshi’s quirk, still? Or maybe…

“What? Why? Aren’t you two about to… you know?”

They shared a look, and you couldn’t see it when Hitoshi nodded. Their conversation was silent, but the understanding was mutual. Midoriya extended a hand to you, beaconing you to them. You, however, were only more confused. You didn’t share that same, apparently telepathic bond that they did, and so you hesitated.

“I want you, too.” Hitoshi murmured, the gravel in his voice combined with those words sent heated desire straight to your core. Did he really mean that? And.. and Deku was okay with it? He wanted you, too?

“I want you both. I’m… confused, still. I know you were sent here to kill me, but somewhere in the last few moments that changed,” he looked between you and Hitoshi. If fucking you both meant saving his life and kept him from having to kill either of you? He’d do it in a heartbeat.

He had, in fact, harbored feelings for each of you at different points, so it wasn’t like it was anything forced. And the look of trust Hitoshi had in you, and you in him, told him all he needed to know about your own feelings. This could work.

“I…” you started to ask a question, but Midoriya had moved too quickly. A large, warm hand clasped around your wrist and pulled you into him, the other moved to pull your hair down from where you’d secured it atop your head. At the same time, his lips crashed into yours; all soft and hot and needy.

You heard a soft, “fuck” come from where Hitoshi propped himself up on the bed as Midoriya pushed his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like mint and sleep. It was your first taste of ambrosia. You succumbed to him easily, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders and kissing him back, working your tongues together and getting acquainted with each other’s mouths.

Midoriya, you quickly learned, was an amazing kisser. Maybe he was just naturally good at everything, or maybe he’d had more experience than he let on. You weren’t complaining either way.

Watching the two people he loved most make out so heatedly right in front of him, had all of Hitoshi’s blood pumping straight to his dick. And he was so hard now that his suit was unbearably tight, and painful. He struggled to adjust himself, trying to get more comfortable and enjoy the sight before him. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by the pro.

Midoriya broke the kiss, and you thought he would gently lead you back to the bed. Maybe guide you to Hitoshi, maybe kiss him, too. But no, he hoisted you up with ease and carried you romantically in his arms, gently placing you on the bed, beside your partner.

You looked at each other, your eyes locked onto his violet ones in a silent question. Did he love you? Was he sure he was okay with this? You watched as he swallowed hard, palmed himself through his suit to try and readjust again.

It was the look on your face, lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, heaving chest, that solidified this in his thoughts. He did want this. He wanted you. He wanted Midoriya.

Midoriya, who watched as you two tried to feel each other out, exchanging only questioning and longing glances instead of words. How very like the both of you, he thought.

“You know,” he ventured, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside Hitoshi, “We should probably talk about this. There’s obviously some… unresolved… things… that need to be addressed.”

He was right and you all knew it, even if you were so eager to devour each other and get lost in the throes of pleasure.

You took Hitoshi’s hand in one of yours, looking down at where he intertwined his fingers with yours. His hands were smaller than Midoriya’s, but they still dwarfed your own, making you feel tiny and delicate. “I… I told you earlier, remember? That I was in love with you at UA? It was a lie.”

Midoriya watched as his friend’s face twisted into confusion, but you continued before he could let the questions spill. “I’m still in love with you. And this whole situation is so fucked beyond belief because we’re supposed to kill the man you’re still in love with and -”

A soft palm pressing into your cheek stopped you in your tracks, your gaze lifting to those fucking gorgeous eyes again.

“I can be in love with both of you, you know?” Hitoshi grumbled, his voice deep and husky with emotion and lust and so much more.

“But I don’t even know if Midoriya likes me-”

“I do!” it was his turn to cut you off, “Like you… I mean. I have since back then. Shinsou, too. I just thought you were both more into each other than me, so I never… I never said anything or acted on it.”

So that’s it then? You’d all been harboring these feelings for the others since your time in highschool, and each of you were thinking the same thing: ‘they’re more into each other, than me.’

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you were sent here to literally murder me for now, and assume it’s just because the Bureau assigned that as your job. And I’m also going to ignore the fact that you’re still working with them despite knowing that they are, in fact, a crime syndicate. We can figure all that mess out later. Right now I think if I don’t get to finally kiss Shinsou I’ll go insane.”

Midoriya looked over at Hitoshi’s surprised face; his eyebrows lifted and eyes wide.

His heart was racing, this was all so much and so overwhelming and his body moved before he could talk himself out of it. Leaning forward, he pulled Midoriya into him, parting his lips immediately and kissing him deeply.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. The low groan in Hitoshi’s throat, the whimper from Midoriya when he was pressed back, back, back, until Hitoshi was on top of him. The way the pro’s hands roamed all over your partner’s body until they found the zipper on the back of his suit and tugged it down.

Their lips never parted, even as Hitoshi shrugged out of the top half of his uniform, revealing those broad, muscular shoulders and tapered waist that had you reeling. Hitoshi’s fingertips danced along Midoriya’s abdomen, lifting his shirt as they went higher to flick over his nipple. The action caused him to arch his back and groan into Hitoshi’s mouth again.

They were completely lost in each other, all of those feelings finally having their chance to be explored and acknowledged, and you were so happy for the two of them. Even if you still felt a little unwelcome. Even if you were being ignored and neglected. It’s fine, right? Maybe you should just slip out of the window while they’re distracted and let them go at each other in privacy.

Slowly and quietly you slid off of the bed, glancing over at them to make sure they were still too involved in each other to notice you. Somehow Midoriya’s shirt was discarded, and Hitoshi was completely out of his suit at this point, only in his skin-tight athletic shirt and shorts. It’s a good look on him.

You were quiet, that has always been one of your strong suits and one of the things that made you so good for your job despite being quirkless. And you were sure they didn’t notice you even when you paused at the still-open window, taking in the night air and trying to calm your nerves and the beating of your heart. But Hitoshi did notice. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about you at all times, from the subtle disappointments or excitements, to the way you’d sometimes stay extra close to him when you were scared or nervous.

Somehow he noticed, and ended up being even quieter than you realized as he pinned your back against the wall. He’d pulled you in by the back of your suit and caged you between those arms of his. His eyes bore into yours, heavy with emotion.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten?” he rumbled deep in his chest.

“I… I just-” “You just? What? Do you feel neglected? Does my baby need some attention? I haven’t gotten to kiss you yet. I haven’t gotten to touch you and feel you tremble under my fingertips. Is that what you want?” Hitoshi leaned in with every word, closer and closer until his nose brushed against yours and you had nowhere to go, nowhere to run and avoid confronting the reality of the situation.

He’d confessed his want for you but deep down you knew his heart lay with Midoriya. That you were an afterthought, and a matter of convenience. Right?

Hitoshi’s palm was so, so warm on your neck as he steadied you, tilting your head up towards him so that he could finally kiss you the way he’s been wanting to. Slowly, savoring the moment, he leaned in to close the distance.

If you thought Midoriya was good at kissing, then Hitoshi must be a god. His lips were so soft and so practiced; he worked against you and manipulated you exactly how he wanted. And it was all you could do not to slide down the wall and melt into a puddle from how it made your heart soar.

He loved that cute little moan you gave him, too. And the next one when he parted your lips and pressed his tongue in to taste you. Finally. Hitoshi tasted strongly of coffee, not that you minded. It was pleasant and sweet.

You deepend the kiss, the action not only surprising your partner but also eliciting a pretty groan from the depths of his chest. Your tongue swirled in his mouth, exploring every inch of him you could, as your hands teased up his thighs and ghosted over the length of him. He bucked into your hand automatically, and encouraged you to stroke him through the fabric.

You were so lost in Hitoshi that you didn’t notice Midoriya coming up behind you, sandwiching you between the two men and kissing the back of your head. He took his time unzipping your own suit, exposing inch after inch of your skin. Unlike Hitoshi, you only wore panties beneath your uniform, there were no athletic or compression shirts, it was more comfortable this way.

With every new piece of flesh exposed, Midoriya kissed down your spine. Slowly, sweetly, savoring you as Hitoshi continued his assault on your mouth.You licked up the entirety of his tongue, rolling the muscle against his and massaging it while you snaked a hand down into his shorts.

Small fingers wrapped around Hitoshi’s very hard cock and he moaned. It felt so good to finally be touched, finally have your hands on his body. He’d fallen asleep so many nights just dreaming of this, of you, of Midoriya. And now his fantasies were coming true, and they felt even better than he imagined.

Midoriya urged your catsuit off, having you remove yourself from your partner’s embrace to step out of it and peel it from your arms. Your face flushed once you stood mostly exposed before them. Hitoshi had seen your body before, though it was in much different and more professional settings.

And you were beautiful. They both took a moment to admire you before things became a flurry of hands and touches and clothing being discarded. Before you knew it, you were all naked, and you were sliding up to Hitoshi where he now lay on the bed. His cock was so hard, long and pretty and the way it throbbed for you when your lips wrapped around it had your slick dripping down your legs.

He tasted a little salty, but it wasn’t bad. You swirled your tongue around his head, spreading saliva and precum all over before sinking down as far as you could. He hit the back of your throat pretty quickly, and you half expected him to force you the rest of the way down. But he didn’t, and when you looked up that ache between your legs only got more intense.

Hitoshi had his back pressed against the headboard, and Midoriya knelt before him, cock out and slowly fucking into Hitoshi’s open and eager mouth. He steadied himself on Midoriya’s thighs, urging the pro to use his face for his own pleasure.

Seeing Hitoshi give away control like that, even for a moment, was incredible. But his attention was too focused on Midoriya, and not on you, so you held your breath and swallowed him down your throat. The stretch burned, you weren’t exactly used to deepthroating your partner’s cock. But it felt nice in a way, and even nicer when Hitoshi moaned loudly as your nose hit the neatly trimmed pubic hair at his base.

You closed your eyes, and focused on making him feel good. Bobbing your head and sucking, swirling your tongue around and massaging his underside as you drew back, then sunk down again. Spit pooled in your mouth and dribbled down his length with every motion, sliding slippery down to his balls and onto the sheets.

With one hand you grabbed him at the base, focusing your mouth on the upper half, and the other found his slick covered balls. You worked him over like this, suckling and nursing on his head and lickling all the way down his underside. Running your tongue up and down, back and forth in mock-strokes while pumping him and smearing saliva everywhere.

You could hear the strangled sounds of Hitoshi gagging on Midoriya’s own cock, and Hitoshi’s hips started bucking up into you hard. He must be close, so you didn’t let up; and Midoriya must be too, if the way he’s moaning is any indicator.

“Fuck-fuck I’m gonna cum, Shinsou. Take it all, fuck-!” Midoriya groaned, loud and husky as he spilled deep into Hitoshi’s throat. The flavor and feeling of taking such a hot load did the job of sending Hitoshi over the edge, and he in turn flooded your mouth with his own seed. Salty, a little sweet, and bitter were the flavors that overwhelmed your senses as you drank it down.

You savored every drop of Hitoshi’s cum, but saved a little bit on your tongue. Once he was finished with his orgasm, you crawled over top of him, pressing your body into his and kissing him deeply with his cum and Midoriya’s combining between you. Midoriya’s was sweeter than Hitoshi’s, and they mixed together deliciously.

The man beneath you groaned at the flavor of himself and his beloved’s essences blending in your kiss. He swiped his tongue into your mouth and scooped as much of his own semen out as he could and swallowed it all. Beside you, Midoriya watched the whole thing with heavy eyes and a softening cock.

Finally, after a long moment, you pulled away, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips. You swiped your hand over your chin to wipe away the mixture of fluids and removed yourself from Hitoshi.

You were a little disappointed, both of them had gotten off but you remained slick and needy to the point your cunt almost ached. You took one step towards the bathroom, intent on finishing yourself off when Hitosih’s voice called out to you.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten? Do you think we’re done here?”

“Y-yeah,” Midoriya followed up, “We want to make you feel good too, and I just need a moment to recover! Then I’ll be good to go again!”

As he said that, he had the cutest little determined look on his face, and you couldn’t say no. Especially when Hitoshi had called you that pet name. So you retraced the path back to Hitoshi’s side, and, with careful hands, he pulled you back on top of him. Midoriya moved out of the way, seemingly getting whatever Hitoshi was hinting at, and you were rolled over onto your back beside your partner.

“Midoriya, I want to watch you eat her out. Do you think you can do that, puppy?”

“Yes! But…call me Izuku, okay? I think we’re past using family names.”

“Izuku…” Hitoshi said, sounding out the way it felt on his tongue.

“Y-you too,” Izuku said, turning to you.

“Izuku!” you said enthusiastically, which earned a soft, sweet laugh from him. And then he was caging you in, strong arms on either side of your head as he kissed you tenderly. It was loving, and slow, and it took your breath away. “I can’t wait to taste this pretty fucking pussy, sweetheart.” he said, running two fingers up and down your slit, collecting your slick on them before slowly pressing them inside. When he curled them, it’s like he knew exactly where your sweet spot was, and he massaged there for a moment, warming you up.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re gonna feel so good when cum on my tongue.” He moved down to kiss at your neck, scissoring those thick fingers and pumping them in and out of you. His hot tongue laved over your chest, swirling around one nipple and then the other, then down your belly to your navel. The lower he went, the more intensely his fingers worked in your hole; pistoning and scissoring and curling, making you throw your head back and moan a gentle call of his name.

Once Izuku was between your legs, he planted a kiss on your mound, just above your clit. It sent shivers up your spine to feel his hot breath so close to where you’ve been neglected most. When he closed his lips around your tender bud, you gasped, throwing your head back and moaning again. His mouth was scorching, his fingers stretching as he worked in a third, and your hands found purchase in that pretty, curly hair of his.

Izuku’s tongue flicked over your clit as he applied suction with his mouth, his three, thick fingers pumping slowly in and out of you, working to stretch you to take one or both of their cocks. Hitoshi, while he was still big, was long and pretty. Izuku, however, erred more on the girthy, heavy side. No wonder he was taking his time, getting you used to the stretch.

You arched your back, curling your fingers in his hair the same way he curled his fingers in your cunt, holding on for dear life as he continued his heated assault on your pussy. You’d been so built up from taking Hitoshi’s load down your throat and watching him take Izuku’s, that the coil deep in your belly was tightening at record speeds.

He brought you closer and closer with each flick of his tongue, each rubbing of his fingers along your walls and sweet spot and just when you thought you were going to fall over the precipice, he stuttered. With a prolonged whine at the loss of stimulation, you looked down at him. Your eyes widened at what you saw, and you clenched around his fingers with a shudder.

Izuku stuttered, pulling his head away from you, when Hitoshi knelt behind him, pressing his own lips to the pro’s tight, fluttering hole. Which elicited a harsh intake of breath and a jolt to Izuku’s system, snapping his head back to look at Hitoshi over his shoulder.

Slowly Hitoshi pressed his tongue in, wiggling it around to start stretching Izuku out. With a whine that morphed into a soft moan, Izuku dove back into your cunt, the sudden return of stimulation to your clit made you jump and gasp. Despite his own pleasure, he was quick to pull you back towards the edge, using those deliciously thick fingers and experienced tongue.

“F-fuck, Izuku-!” You cried, your hands which were once curled in his thick hair, now clenching desperately at the bedsheets as you toed the line. “I’m gonna- go-gonna-” you stuttered, your breaths coming out fast and ragged. His fingertips raked across your sweet spot once more as his tongue flicked over your clit in just the right way, and you were gone.

You came all over his tongue and chin, coating his face in your gush as your cunt spasmed and twitched around his fingers and in his mouth. Seemingly at the same time, Hitoshi pressed two fingers into Izuku’s ass, which caused him to groan into you again. The vibrations only serve to prolong your orgasm.

He pulled his mouth away, dipping his head down and worked you through with his fingers until your walls stopped fluttering. Pulling that hand away, he reached up to stuff your mouth full, making you taste yourself on him and groaning when your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick every drop of your essence off.

A loud pop echoed through the room, and Izuku jolted from the impact. He managed to hoist himself up onto his knees and against Hitoshi’s chest as your partner continued to stretch and finger his inexperienced asshole.

“Fuck you,” Izuku breathed, but the way his dick was hard again, you knew he didn’t mean it.

“Actually that’s what I’m trying to do, but I need you to pay attention to me. Can you do that, puppy? Can you be a good boy and let me prepare you?” Hitoshi’s voice was low, gravelly, nearly a predatory growl that sent shivers up Izuku’s spine. He nodded, slowly.

“Good. Kitten,” he called to you, urging you forward with a nod of his head, “Be a good girl and let Izuku fuck you, okay? You deserve to feel good after cumming so prettily all over him.” Hitoshi brought his other hand around to Izuku’s face as you scooted yourself down the bed, and captured his lips in a sweet kiss to taste you. It didn’t last long, though, because once you were situated, Hitoshi forced Izuku down over top of you. Strong arms once again caged you in, a palm pressed on either side of your head.

“Fuck, you taste so good, kitten,” Hitoshi groaned, spitting on where his fingers pistoned into the pro’s ass and adding a third.

Izuku had the prettiest moans, and it seems like three fingers was the way to draw them from him. They bubble up from his chest, get caught in his throat, and then resonate in his head. It’s delightful, melodic, and you were excited to hear more.

Izuku, however, was lost in the feeling of Hitoshi’s ministrations, momentarily forgetting the order he was given and your partner was having none of it. Reaching around, once again, with his other hand, he grasped Izuku’s cock, pumping it a few times and lining him up with your hole. He gave you the mercy of running the head up and down, coating Izuku in your slick before pushing his weight onto the hero.

His dick slowly slid into you, and the stretch was both painful and incredible. It filled you up just right and you gasped, throwing your head back again and moaning softly as Izuku moved his hips slightly. He was only about halfway in, and already tears were pricking at your eyes. It wasn’t unpleasant, it hurt and you were grateful he’d stretched you with those three fingers before this, but the pain mixed so well with the pleasure.

The stretch of his cock, the aftershocks of your orgasm, the hazy, drunk look in Izuku’s eyes before they rolled back into his head once fully hilted. It all had tears pricking in your eyes and threatening to spill over.

“Oh my god,” Izuku moaned in that pretty way you loved. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight, so damn wet. A-are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, “Y-yes and yes. I’m okay, please just.. Fuck, just move okay?”

Izuku obliged, pulling his hips back and groaning loudly as he took Hitoshi’s fingers even deeper. You felt his absence intensely, a burning need alighting in your belly to have him continue, to have him stretch you even if you break.

With a thrust of his hips, Hitoshi stuffed Izuku’s thick, heavy cock back into your cunt and you both moaned. “Keep fucking her, I’ll be right back,” Hitoshi demanded, and Izuku whined when his hole was vacated. Your partner watched as the hero’s ass clenched around nothing with a devilish smirk, a smirk that somehow made him look even more handsome, if not dangerous.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’ll fill your hole with my cock, just let me get ready,” Hitoshi cooed, and stepped back to presumably find either a condom or lube. Though why would he have either of those things? You didn’t have time to ponder over whether or not Hitoshi had actually planned this whole ordeal, because Izuku started to thrust his hips with vigor.

Each drag of his cock along your walls made you shiver, every time his head hit your sweet spot you croned. Izuku met your gaze, then pulled back to watch himself sink into your pussy over and over, the sounds of your slick squelched alongside the slapping of skin in a cacophony of love and lust.

“God you really are so fucking gorgeous,” Izuku said breathlessly, never ceasing his movements. Instead he leaned down, resting himself on his elbows and pressing his forehead against yours; the action immediately shifted the mood from desperate to intimate and you couldn’t help but look up at him with stars in your eyes.

“You feel so good squeezing around my dick, mmm, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed, letting his eyes flutter closed as he abused your sweet spot, as the thick curly hair on his belly and just above his cock stimulated your clit with every thrust. “Wanted you for so long, baby. Both of you. I can’t believe this is happening.”

You cunt squeezed at his words, your heart beating faster. It was such a sweet, heartfelt confession of feelings and all the doubts from before completely washed away. They both loved you, and each other, and you loved them.

“Izuku,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him closer, “I love you.”

“Fuck,” was all he managed as his hips stuttered, you felt him swell inside of you as if your words were enough to make him cum.

“This is so sweet,” Hitoshi murmured, retaking his place behind Izuku, “Puppy are you ready for my cock? You better not cum yet.”

“Y-yes!” Izuku groaned, his dick throbbed inside you once again as he clenched in anticipation.

Hitoshi lined himself up, using two hands to spread the hero open for him, and slowly pushed in. You watched as Izuku’s eyes rolled back in his head, as his once labored breaths halted completely. But then, once the head was in, Hitoshi stopped.

“That feel good? You want more, huh?”

“Y-yes, please!”

“Good puppies beg for their master’s cock, so beg,” Hitoshi demanded, landing another loud smack across Izuku’s rear and delighting in the way it jiggled and bounced from the impact.

“P-please! Please Hitoshi! I want your cock, please fuck me. Fuck me, god I need you to fuck me, please master, please Hitoshi!” Izuku spilled all of this right into your ear, whiny, needy, and it made your cunt flutter around him. Hearing the up and coming pro hero begging to get fucked, begging to take your partner’s dick was so unbelievably hot.

Izuku’s forehead came to rest on your shoulder and you ran your fingers through his curly, thick hair as Hitoshi pushed in further.

“You’re doing so good, Izuku. You’re taking him so well, look at you,” you cooed, singing his praises to help him through the initial stretch. You didn’t know if he’d ever done this before, though obviously he wasn’t opposed or he wouldn’t have begged to get fucked like that. “That’s it, baby, just breathe.”

Izuku inhaled slowly, and his exhale ghosted over your skin and sent gooseflesh prickling all over your body. He let out a long, drawn out ‘fuck’ and then jolted forward, hilting himself inside of you as Hitoshi did the same to him.

You glanced up at Hitoshi, who looked like he was barely holding it together with closed eyes and a concentrated brow. He was flushed from his face to his shoulders as he chewed on his bottom lip. “You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Hitoshi swore, “I don’t know if I can move with how hard you’re sucking me in. You have such a lewd body, puppy, all for me to use, yeah?”

Izuku nodded, the bounce of his hair tickling your chest, “y-yes!”

“Good boy. How you holdin’ up, kitten?” He asked, referring to you. You replied with a sleepy smile.

“Good.”

You clenched around Izuku on purpose, watching as his muscles contracted and his throat bobbed with another whine. He was dangerously nearing overstimulation and subspace, you could tell by the hazy look in his eyes.

With care, Hitoshi pulled his hips back, feeling the way Izuku’s tight hole stretched and contracted to accommodate him. He groaned, deep in his chest, before pressing back in.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay? And you make sure our kitten feels real good, got it?”

Izuku nodded, words failing him at just how overwhelmed he was with pleasure. Everything felt good - too good. Hitoshi stretching his ass, him stretching your cunt, feeling every breath you took against his chest and Hitoshi’s hands on his hips. It was too much and too good and he started to lose a sense of anything that wasn’t you two.

Izuku slowly started to thrust again, instantly reigniting that fire in your belly. With every movement he fucked himself deeper onto Hitoshi’s cock, and your partner was content to stay still and let Izuku do the work for a while.

He was getting lost in the pleasure, rocking his hips back and forth over and over, faster and faster. But it wasn’t enough, it was like he was edging himself and he groaned, throaty and soft and laced with need.

Hitoshi understood, and, securing his hands on Izuku’s hips, started pounding into him. It seemed to be exactly what he needed, and every slap of Hitoshi’s hips against his ass forced him deeper into you. You relinquished your grip on Izuku’s hair, instead opting to claw desperately at his back and surely leaving marks for later as your fingernails dug into slick skin.

Hitoshi’s grip was similarly tight, definitely leaving bruises in his wake, but nobody cared. Everything just felt so good and so right that you were all approaching your climaxes quickly.

“You better cum real pretty for me,” Hitoshi growled, “I wanna watch you both as you do since I was so nice letting you guys fuck.”

“M’close-” you hummed between pants, squeezing your thighs around Izuku’s middle to pull yourself closer to him.

“M-me… fuck me too,” the pro gasped, his arms were shaking with strain and pleasure and you knew that when he came, it was going to be hot and heavy and a lot.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” Hitoshi warned, bending down to place a row of sweet kisses down Izuku’s back, “Cum with me, fuck, you better fucking cum with me,” he said, his hips stuttering as he chased his release.

The change in angle seemed to do it, because now that Hitoshi’s cock was slamming into Izuku’s prostate, he was twitching and throbbing deliciously inside you. “C-” was all he managed to say before you cut him off.

“Cumming--- fuck!” you cried, pleasure washing over you in waves as you creamed around Izuku’s fat cock. Over and over your walls fluttered and pulsed and Izuku came with you. He painted your insides milky white just as Hitoshi did the same to him. A chorus of swears and praises breathily hummed between you filled your ears as you all came down from your collective highs.

Hitoshi pulled out first, slowly, and discarded the condom he was wearing. Izuku was next, careful with you. He kissed you tenderly as he slid his dick from your soaked and twitching pussy, humming into your mouth at the feeling. His cum slowly leaked out of you, down your ass to pool on the sheets beneath you.

Your partner was quick, ready with a towel to catch what dripped down before too much ruined the sheets. The three of you spent time cleaning each other up, passing around some water and breathing before collapsing in a heap on the bed.

Hitoshi was in the center, and he pulled both you and Izuku into his chest with either arm; the two of you in mirrored positions curled up into his sides.

What now? You wondered. Spent, exhausted, the mission compromised and abandoned, love confessions still weighing on your heart. What were you going to do now? The loss of a contract meant you’d surely lose your jobs, and harboring a target to specifically void said contract? Well, you’d be the next target.

Unless the two of you went to the police or another hero agency, confessing your crimes and spilling details about the Bureau. That could work even if it put you both at danger. And there were no guarantees they wouldn’t send more assassins after Izuku once they realized you’d defaulted.

Hitoshi looked over at you, seemingly reading your thoughts. “We’ll figure it out in the morning. Let’s get some rest first,” he said with a yawn. You both glanced over at Izuku, where the pro hero was fast asleep and happily tucked under Hitoshi’s arm. He had the cutest little smile on his kiss-bitten lips that warmed your heart.

How could you have ever gone through with it?

“Hitoshi,” you whispered, garnering a low ‘hm’?

“Do you really mean what you said? That you… that you …”

“Love you? Yeah. I did.”

“How long?”

“Since our first assignment together. You remember the one?”

“Yeah, I do. When I ate that bullet for you. You’d spent our first few weeks together avoiding me and being rude to me until then. Guess all it took to make you fall for me was saving your life, huh?”

He chuckled softly, trying not to wake Izuku. “Actually, it wasn’t that. It was the way you were still so concerned about the hostages even though you literally had a bullet rip through your guts. All you cared about was saving people. That’s when I knew.”

You smiled into him, wiggling a little closer to get comfortable. Hitoshi gave you a soft squeeze, kissing your forehead.

“Get some rest, we’re gonna need it.”

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Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀

Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do

Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)

Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)

Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)

(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)

TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...

Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.

But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.

The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.

Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.

The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.

"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.

"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"

The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.

The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.

With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.

"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"

"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."

"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."

Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."

Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.

"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.

You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.

On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.

Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.

"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.

Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"

After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...

The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.

"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.

You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.

Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...

"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."

The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.

A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.

"How DARE you!"

"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"

#philza x reader #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #yandere philza x reader #yandere technoblade x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #yandere mcyt #dream smp x reader #technoblade dream smp #philza dream smp #techno dream smp #mcyt au #dsmp

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massivedrickhead · 2 years

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At the risk of you destroying my emotions again, could you do (13) if you feel up to it?? 🥰💖

13. Lightly kissing their scars.

Word count: 435

Notes: Went way shorter and softer and fluffier witht his one. I didn't want to go down the potentially more obvious route, and kept it lighter. I could have made it longer, but I kinda felt like it didn't need it. Hopefully no one's dissapointed 🤞

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Beca’s shirt was already off by the time she shut the bedroom door behind her. She tossed it into the laundry basket and began rummaging through the drawers for a clean t-shirt.

“Why do babies have to throw up so much?” She asked Chloe, who was also standing shirtless in their bedroom. “Did Bailey puke on you too?”

“No,” Chloe said, her hand resting on her stomach as she looked in the mirror.

“Oh, so you’re just checking yourself out?” Beca asked, moving to stand behind Chloe. Her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin rested on her shoulder. “I thought that was my job?”

Chloe’s thumbs brushed against the back of Beca’s hands before she moved them into a different position on her stomach so they were no longer covering her scar.

“Sorry baby, did I hurt you?” Beca asked.

“No,” Chloe said, again. “I was just looking at it. It’s… It’s kinda ugly, right?”

Beca frowned, her eyes meeting Chloe’s in the reflection. “Are you kidding? No, it’s not ugly.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Obviously you’d say that. But, like, objectively it’s not attractive to look at.”

“Well, to me, every bit of you is attractive,” Beca said. “Even this scar. Because this scar means we now have our son. And even though he pukes on everything all of the time, he’s pretty great. And when I see that scar, I think of him. And I think of how brave you were. And how much I love both of you.”

Chloe smiled, and she turned around to face her wife.

“I was pretty brave,” Chloe said.

“You were so brave. Much braver than me, I was a wreck.”

Chloe laughed, and her eyes dropped down to her stomach again, her thumb brushing against the scar.

“You’re beautiful,” Beca said. She got down on her knees and pressed her lips against the scar on Chloe’s stomach. “Every bit of you is beautiful.”

“How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?” Chloe asked, wiping away a tear and helping Beca to her feet.

Beca shrugged. “I just… I look at you and my heart tells me what to say.” She stepped a little closer.

“You’re so cheesy,” Chloe said before she pulled her into a kiss.

“He’s been quiet for way too long,” Beca said when they finally broke apart.

“Yeah, that’s never a good sign,” Chloe said.

“I should go check on him,” Beca said, making no move to step out of Chloe’s arms. “Come with me?”

“As soon as I’ve put a shirt on.”

“Spoilsport,” Beca pouted.

#bechloe #bechloe prompt #prompt #101 ways to say i love you with actions #101 ways to say i love you #no matter the timeline #bechloe fluff #fluff

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sonianvmd · 3 years

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thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years

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Panic

Part 8

Hi! Here's part 8😉 this is a bit shorter, because I wanted to leave the main event for the next chapter 😏🥰

Hope you guys are liking it, as always let me know it helps a lot🥰🥰🥰

Chapter summary: the last challenge made some damages, but nothing our Y/n can't go through. Also... Dodge wants to talk.

Chapter warnings: Ray being Ray, Ray's brother, a little angst.

Tag list: @shenevertricks1831 @mixed-theater-faisty-tings @stuckinthesmalldoor @girlygirl-20 @jillo0315 @one-edgy-bitch

Also.. I wanted to write some Eddie Munson stories too, since we gotta wait a month for Stranger Things volume 2 I thought... why not? Let me know what you think, please.

You can also send request if you'd like.

I got some burns on my arms and legs, but nothing serious, thankfully. The nurses wrapped my wounds in bandages and now I'm drinking some tea from the machine with Natalie as we wait for Heather to wake up.. hopefully soon.

"I couldn't do anything." Natalie says, looking at her now empty cup.

"That's not your fault, Nat, don't blame yourself for something you had no power on" I say hugging her.

"I just.." she sigh.

"Just nothing. You got out and told us, you warned us she was still in.. the house was already crashing. No one could do more than that" I tell her.

"Ugh" she groans.

"C'mon let's go see if she's awake" I take her hand leading her to Heather hospital room.

Heather is, thankfully, awake.

"Oh my god, Heather" Natalie quickly sit on her bed to hug her.

"Hey, thank goodness you're okay" I say sitting with them.

"God.. I couldn't even think. I.. you helped me get out. I couldn't.. I couldn't get to you" she says, apologising. "And you saved me"

"Hey, hey it's okay. Really. Really." Heather reassures her.

"We were caught by surprise by the fire. There's wasn't much we could do" I tell them.

"You got back in.. to look for us both" Natalie grabs my hand.

"Yeah.. I mean.. I couldn't let you leave me alone with Bishop here" I joke.

"Hey!" Bishop fakes offence.

"I love you, you know that"

"Yeah yeah, keep playing with my emotions" he jokes too.

This makes both Natalie and Heather laugh a little, at least.

"I go check up on Dodge, now. Okay?" I slowly stand up.

"Yeah, okay"

"But if you want I stay, really, I can call him later...I..."

"Go see him" Heather nods towards the door with a little smile.

"Okay" I say, walking out and to Dodge's room.

As I walk to his room in the hospital I hear

him talking.

"No, I wasn't playing a game. Believe me, sergeant, I can think of better ways to get myself killed" He's talking to sergeant Langley, I think.

I arrive at the door standing there.

"Oh, miss L/n, how are your wounds?" She kindly asks.

"They're okay. Nothing serious. Thanks for asking" I smile at her.

"Can I ask you too why you kids were there in the first place?" She asks.

"Well, isn't a tradition to celebrate graduation at Graybill's House? We were having a small party and then.. I don't know what happened the fire started. Maybe some beer was dropped on something.. I don't know, I'm sorry" I lie. It's the version we all agreed to.

"Mh" is all she say. "Well.. it's good to see you kids are okay"

She comes to exit the room but before she actually does she turns to me.

"Don't play hero again though, it could've cost you a lot" she says, with a kind, yet firm, tone.

"I'll try, sergeant" I smile again at her, who simply nods and walks away.

"Hey you, hi Mrs... uhm.. Jessica" I correct myself as soon as I see her 'I told you to call me Jessica' look.

"Hey yourself" Dodge smiles.

"Hi, Y/n. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, just scratches, don't worry"

"Thank you. For taking him out" Jessica says coming beside me to give me a hug.

"Oh.. how.. how do you know?" I nervously chuckle.

"Drew.. I think his name was, told me" she says " so thank you"

"Ray helped too, I mean.. I couldn't lift him all by myself. But no need to thank me.." I smile at her and then turn to Dodge.

"How about you? How do you feel?" I ask him.

"Oh you know.. just a scratch" he teases.

"I'm serious" I say, letting out a small laugh though.

"I'll let you two talk" with that Jessica walks out.

"I'm okay, I promise. But..." he moves a bit to the side "I'll feel even better if my savior sits beside me"

I playfully roll my eyes and sit beside him.

"I'm happy you're okay" I tell him.

"All thanks to you. You gotta let me thank you this time.. I mean.. you saved my life" he says.

"Not alone though" I tell him.

"Yeah yeah, I'll thank him too...someday" he casually says "so.. can I thank you?"

"Fine" I chuckle.

"Thank you, Y/n" he says making a small bow with his head.

"You're welcome" I answer laughing. "You also solved the riddle, you're probably gonna get those extra points, congratulations"

"I think you solved it with me" he says.

"Nah uh.. you did it. I was just holding the torch" I smile at him.

"That's a big help" he insists, and takes my hand.

"You did great job" I tell him.

"That just mean I could definitely win and.. split my part with you"

I roll my eyes at that, he keeps insisting on this, doesn't he?

"I told you-"

"I'm gonna do whatever I want with the money, deal with it, princess" he says with a teasing smile interrupting me.

"Hey, it's not too late to put you in a coma. Also we're already at the hospital. It's very tempting, I'm warning you" I tell him.

"Mh, I'd love to see you try" he playfully nudges me.

"Don't tempt me" I tell him, again.

"Oh I will always tempt you." He leans down to my ear "in other ways, though"

I turn instantly red.

Before I could find something to say his mother comes back in. As soon as she enters her eyes are on my and Dodge's hands on his lap and a smile appears on her face just as quickly.

"Everything good?" She asks.

"Oh definitely." Dodge answers, but I feel he's watching me.

"Yeah." I smile, a bit nervously.

"Do you need a ride home?" She asks.

"Nah I'm fine. Natalie offered" I tell her getting up. Dodge doesn't let go of my hand just yet.

"Wanna come over tomorrow?" He asks me.

"I can't. I gotta cover your shifts for the week" I say.

"Why?" He wonders, looking at his mother too.

"Because you have to rest" I tell him.

"I feel fine" he states, shrugging.

"Uh uh, I won't take no for an answer. I already talk to Dot and it's arranged." I tell him.

"You..." he starts.

"I will too, so don't start thinking she's gonna do all the work" his mother reassures him.

"Exactly." I nod. "I mean.. I tried to have all the work for me, but she scares me, I had to let her get some shifts." I joke.

"Will I ever see you again?" He says dramatically.

"Never...this is the last time we'll ever see each other" I reply just as dramatically.

He just laughs and lets go of my hand.

"Text me when you can, please?" He asks.

"Of course" I smile at him "get some rest"

"Only because you're asking" Dodge smiles.

I smile back and walk out of the room.

Today I work a double shift, to cover Dodge's, who's better be home resting.

The day goes on pretty much as usual, customers coming and going, cleaning everything... twice and three time minimum.

At some point Diggins comes in with a little flower in his hand.

"Hey there" he greets.

"Hi there" I wave "who is it for?"

"Oh this? This is for someone who played hero and almost died" he says, his tone almost accusatory, but most of all worried.

"Who's this crazy person?" I ask playing innocent, not meeting his look.

He get close so the other customers won't hear us.

"You almost got yourself killed you know?" He asks.

"Oh really? I didn't notice, guess the burns and the smoke weren't enough" I say sarcastically, more to try and ease the atmosphere.

"I'm serious"

This is when I know he's not in the mood for jokes, which happens rarely.

"Well, it's not like I was the only one..." he doesn't say anything "I'm sorry" I quietly add, looking at him.

"I know" he sigh "I was so worried"

"I'm sorry" I say again lowering my eyes.

"No.. you have nothing to apologise for" he gently grabs my hand to give it a small squeeze and then lets go. "You wanted to help them, I would've been very surprised by the opposite".

"Yeah..." I sigh.

"Here, you little hero" he hands me the flower.

"Are you courting me?" I jokingly ask, hoping that his playful mood is back.

"Nah.. I know your heart belongs to someone else" he winks and I roll my eyes.

"any news from the judges?" I ask, to aim the attention to something else.

"Still nothing. I think they're waiting for times to calm down a bit more" he answers.

"Understandable."

"I'm glad you're okay" he tells me. "I was worried already for the challenge itself. I know you don't like dark places"

"I managed. I had.. support" I say smiling.

"I'm sure you did" Diggins smiles. "Told you.. he feels the same"

"What if he doesn't and this is just him being nice? Uh?" I ask him.

"It's not the case. C'mon don't panic" he says.

"Ah ah ah very funny." I sarcastically reply.

"Well that's Panic's first rule, isn't it?"

"I guess"

"Trust me." He insists.

I give him a sceptical look, but nod anyway.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" He tells me as he head to the door.

"Sure" I wave at him as he goes out.

I go back at cleaning the counter, lost in my own thoughts until I hear the doorbell jingles so I look up to greet a new customer, but I instantly freeze as I see Ray and... his brother entering.

"Hi, baby" Ray says sitting at the counter in front of me, Luke sits just beside him.

"Hi Ray. Listen... uhm.. thank you. For Graybill.. for helping get Dodge out and for.. getting me out after." I tell him lowering my voice.

He seems surprised, and sends me an actual smile.

"No problem, how's the kid?" He tries to hide it, but I feel he was worried about Dodge, at least a tiny bit.

"He's fine, he's home resting"

"How about you, babe?" He smirks again.

"Don't call me 'babe', and I'm fine, thanks" I tell him dryly as I keep cleaning the counter.

"Wanna come over later?" He asks.

"Oh you know.. actually.. no" I say.

"You're not scared,are you, honey?" Luke finally speaks.

"Should I be?" I ask.

"Not at all, honey" he answers me.

"Don't call me 'honey'" I dryly tell him.

"C'mon, come over... I'll make it worth it" Ray says, a teasing smile on his face and his eyes looking me up and down.

"I have plans already. But even if I didn't... I would have come anyway."

"You break my heart, you know that?" He tells me.

"Oh really? Oh.. shit well in that case. Still no" I say sarcastically.

"Oh you'll change your mind soon enough" he says confidently, standing up. "I'll see you, baby"

With that he winks at me and walks out of the café, while his brother stays put.

"Do I scare you, honey?" He asks again.

"No, why?" I tell him without meeting his eyes.

"You always seem on edge when I'm near" he says "at that party, I saw you.. you were so tense. Was it because of me?" As he speaks, a mischievous smile grow on his face.

"I don't know what you mean. I just don't like parties" I explain, simply.

"Oh yeah? It seemed like you were afraid of me." He insists.

"Well, sorry to disappoint" I tell him dryly.

He suddenly stands up and I immediately take a step back, he notices.

"Oh.. don't worry. You really didn't, honey. I love that look on your face, by the way." He then says, and simply walk out too.

I take a deep breath to recollect myself and get back to work.

"We haven't heard from the judges in, like, a week." Heather says.

We're hanging out in Natalie's room, Dot let me off early, since I've been working more than usual, so I decide to catch up with them before calling Dodge.

"I know" Natalie sighs. "Does Diggins know anything at all?"

"He knows as much as we do" I shrug.

"If they call off the game, we're fucked" Heather says, worried.

"Well you want to keep playing?" Natalie asks her.

"Well, I don't want to stay in Carp. You know, I wanna apply to a real college. And I want to.. have a dorm room. And a roommate froma different state. And I want to see people that I haven't seen every day of my fucking life" she explains

"Heather, you don't need a stupid crazy game to apply to college" I tell her, trying to make her reason.

"Exactly " Natalie agrees with me.

"No, I'm poor, remember?" She says, sighing almost defeated.

"Do you remember in eighth grade when April was, like, freaking out because I was wearing Adam's sweatshirt and she thought I was hooking up with him?"

We nod.

"He donated it to Goodwill. And that's how I had it. And then I just made him swear not to tell anyone anything" she keeps explaining.

"Why would you do that? She gave you shit for weeks" Natalie asks, confused.

"Because it was better than people knowing that I never get the first pick of anything" Heather answers and walks out, ignoring us calling her back.

"What could we do now?" Natalie asks me.

"I... I don't know. I'd gladly give her all my money to help her, but she will never accept it" I slightly chuckles.

"Stubborn as hell" Natalie says, with a small smile.

"Oh yep. I remember that time, I also remember filling April's backpack with mud after how she treated Heather" I casually say.

"I remember that too." She lets out a small laugh at that too. "We'll find a way, right?"

"Of course" I smile at her.

I look at my watch and decide it's time to go home and call Dodge.

"I better get going, if I don't call Dodge today while I'm free he will complain for eternity" I joke.

"Oohh.. any plans?" She smirks. "Maybe a ride? Not necessarily on a horse"

"Nat!"

"What? As if you never thought about him like that" she winks.

"It would be just a hangout with a friend, that's it"

"Yeah.. sure, keep telling yourself that"

"I'm going, bye" I tell her.

"Say hi to your boyfriend for me" she teases.

I laugh as I walk out.

I get home quickly and change, then I call Dodge to check in on him and ask him if he wants to do something tomorrow. I think he needs to rest a bit more, so better force him somehow.

I call him as I make some tea, he answers rather quickly.

"Hey" I say.

"Hey you"

"How do you feel?"

"Good, just like the last few days, but my mother still doesn't let me go to work still"

"You want to get your shifts back?" I ask playfully.

"Oh yes, I'm gonna get my shifts back. You'll see" he jokes.

"Yeah sure, we'll see."

"I called and Dot says you went home early. Is it true?"

"Yeah, since I've been working more than usual Dot and, especially your mom, insisted on making me go. That's why I called you. To check on you and see if you want to hang out tomorrow. I can come over and watch a movie" I offer.

"Oh don't worry. I'm coming there." he suddenly says.

"Where?" I asks, confused.

"Your place"

"Why? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I told you I'm fine, plus I don't need to rest. I need you" he states.

"I..what.."

"We need to talk. Almost there, see you soon"

With that he hangs up.

Okay... okay.. he's coming here, now? Why?

Diggins is right.. I'm scared he could break my heart, but he's not the type to do it, right? Well... not intentionally.. oh god.

Don't panic...

Don't. Panic.

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #riff fanfic #riff x reader #west side story #riff imagine #wss riff #riff west side story #west side story imagine #panic prime #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason #dodge mason x reader

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Heyy~ Can I ask for a draken x fem reader where she’s also the little sister to Mikey about the same age as Emma and reader and draken really like each other but never told one another and he’s really protective of her just like Mikey is, and Emma knows abt her sisters crush and she kind of jealous of her sister because she also likes draken but she never told anyone of her crush since she knew he wouldn’t like her back so she pushed down her jealousy to help draken win over her sisters heart since she really cares for her and she succeeds with getting them together and is really happy for them

The brothers best friend series continues on but I do love these type of requests cuz I find them reallyy sweet so thank u so much for requesting!! Tho I am so terribly sorry that it took so so long because I really wanted this fic to be good & i usually write hcs first cuz they’re way shorter so hopefully its ok (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。i really hope u like this and again sorry for such a long delay, have a fantastic day!! also big thanks to my girl @strawberiya for helping me out with this one ily always

PAIRINGS: Draken x fem! reader

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

GENRE/INCLUDES: reader being Mikey’s younger sibling, fluff and semi angst

Even as kids, it wasn’t hard to detect what awaits for you and Draken.

“I’m Draken!” He greets you, a firm handshake as Mikey smiles to finally let his sister have the chance to get to meet his new found friend.

“I’m Y/N, Mikey’s sister.” You introduced while you were a bit intimidated because of his height. Still, you freely shook his hand.

“Is that a tattoo? Wait, that’s so freaking cool!” You complimented him, too shocked of the embedded ink on the side of his head.

“I know right!”

Since then, not much has changed in your friendship with him. It intensifies the more years pass with his loyalty towards your siblings and to you and every year is filled with memories and nothing but the best of the days spent with the right people.

But growing up with someone whose been with you throughout everything and has always been someone special to you, that’s where a few signs began to show of your growing feelings for Draken. Now that he and Mikey ruled over Toman, the more it was harder to stop it from continuing when he’s showed how he’s willing to protect you no matter what and it’s not the fact that he’s promised that long before but there’s just something more to his efforts.

For him, he feels like he’s always known from the minute he met you. Just from how pretty you looked, he was in trouble already but when he got to know you a whole lot more, he knew he’d be lucky to have you as a friend but he wasn’t really keen on letting it stay like that.

He tried to show it as minimal as possible but when you’re there, all he wants to do is spend as much time with you as he can. He missed the days where you’d play fight as kids or when he’d carry you on his back when you were dozing off in the dojo with Mikey and Emma. He reminisces on the times where he first made you laugh and how he couldn’t sleep that night with how happy he was. Until now, it shows how his feelings for you increase everyday and he was sure that you were always the person he’d want to stay beside with—aside from Mikey that is.

“Ken- please don’t do it. “ you said closing your eyes and he can only laugh before he speeds up the engine making you let out a shriek as you held onto him, tightening your arms around him along with leaning your head on his back while Draken smiles.

“You don’t have to be scared y’know, I’m right here.”

Those were the type of memories that keeps reminding him of how he adores you.

But when love blossoms through two people, it withers for someone else.

Behind every moment that would be cherished for you and him, Emma could only watch from afar with her heart stinging at what she had to endure as she grew up alongside you. That constant doubt of why hadn’t he picked her or what was missing from her that he found in you always stayed with her and even if all she wanted to do was smile whenever she sees how happy you were.

If she steps in, how much will it cost her? Will her admiration for him mirror his own feelings? Will he able to look her way in the same manner he does with you? She tries to find an answer that didn’t seem to come from her own wishes, an answer that she knows is possible but when she sees the way he closes his eyes and holds on to your embrace more then that’s where she realizes that all the answers conclude to one outcome.

It’s always going to be you—and she reminds herself that everyday even if her jealousy peaks through her tough demeanor.

“You okay?” Draken asks her as Emma wondered what it would be like if she was truthful with what she wanted to say but she’s aware that it would only shift the situation to it’s worst. She felt an arm wrap around her shoulder while you turned to her worried as you leaned on her forearm.

“Emma, do you wanna go out?” you offered when you noticed her frown. She looks at you and she could hear and see how you love her just as much as she does. The years you went through while you depended on each other displayed a bond that could never break. She held onto you when it only became the three of you in the household, you held her all night until you both calmed down and decided to be there for Mikey as well.

Instead, she smiles, patting your hair at her final decision.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” she assures you as you sighed in relief. Emma knows that no one else can love Draken like you and if you two need a little more push to realize that then she’s going to be the one to help.

“What’s with this reunion without me?” Mikey enters in with drinks in his hand, startled at how everyone was stuck in the couch and how he was missing from whatever embrace was happening between you and Emma so he just sits in the middle of you two while you proceed to watch the movie unbothered by your brother.

When dinner had finished, Draken volunteered to wash the dishes while your brother was already passed out on the couch after eating and Emma returns the plates in the cabinet.

“You’re not showing enough.” She exclaims as he turns to her confused. “Of what exactly?”

“You both like each other so why are you guys beating around the bush?” Emma asks, leaning on the kitchen counter while she spares him a look of disappointment. “Don’t even tell me you’re worried that Mikey’s gonna beat your ass if he found out, you know that he’s going to allow it.” She follows making sure he doesn’t have any room for him to make excuses. It was honestly frustrating to see you two move so slow—though it was understandable from a different perspective realizing that you just wanted to preserve your friendship without letting it get ruined if there were any one sided feelings but in reality, you both felt the same.

“You’re right but I just want her to be sure of herself too. Maybe I’m just misunderstanding how she’s acting-“

“Do you not remember when you got stabbed all she did was stay with you even when we told her she should go home?” Emma questions him. She wasn’t in the room back then but she was sure whatever happened then, you were a mess—everyone was but you three took it hard and you all had multiple ways of showing how you reacted to the situation.

Draken always hated seeing the way you cried for him that night. Your head was down on his bed, crying silently while he was asleep and as he woke up, he already wished he didn’t have to hear the way you were too worried to stop.

“Y/N?” He calls out softly and by the sound of his voice, you immediately raise your head as you embraced him tightly while being careful at the same time.

“Don’t fucking do that again, you asshole! Don’t leave us like that please.” You whispered, buried in his neck as he caresses your hair. You were trembling and he frowns at the feeling of it.

“Y/N- I’m not going to leave.” He assures you but you only held onto him longer. Draken hated this side of you especially when it was because of him. He’s never made you cry before but seeing you right now was a sight he’d like to forget. He calls out for you again while you pulled away as Draken wipes your tears with his thumb before he smiles.

“I promise it this time.”

“Ken, you better not lie.” You said sniffling while he laughs. How could he ever leave you? That’d be one of the things he’d regret to do.

“Why would I ever leave? I’m staying with you always, Y/N.” Normally, it just meant that he promised to the three of you and to anyone else but deep down, Draken meant it for you and you alone because if he was meant to stay for a long time then at least he’d do it right.

“She’s always been sure when it comes to you so what exactly are you waiting for?” Draken knew he wasn’t waiting for anything or anyone, he just wanted to give some time for himself to be ready to face this confession.

“I’ll help you. “ Your sister announces while he cocks an eyebrow. “You’re going to take so long if you don’t let me help.” She tried to bargain which results to him sighing. Well if he was going to court you right, than it’d be best to have some assistance from someone who knows you well as he does.

“Okay fine.”

So, it begins, the mission to push to pursue a relationship that they’ve been wanting.

Emma has been writing nonstop for three days with Draken by her side while you were off to buy some breakfast for them for today. In the middle of their planning and writing, they hear the jingle of keys outside the door, at that moment Mikey has never seen Emma bolt to her room and come back like she didn’t just act like the Flash.

You placed the breakfast you bought and Draken is immediately at your side helping to set the table. This was almost a part of his morning routine; he’d come to your house and help with a few chores as well as help in waking up your stubborn brother, you actually started to wonder why he didn’t just move in with the three of you.

“I'll do the dishes.” He insists already standing up, when he got started so you stayed beside him making him face you with an eyebrow raised. “Ya need something Y/N?” he asked placing a rinsed glass next to you.

“I'll help you dry these.” sending him a smile, you took the glass and dried it with one of the plate cloths you had but there was an unusual silence between the two of you even Emma and Mikey took notice of. Maybe they need to be alone for a while they thought. The two of you turned your heads when Mikey cleared his throat.

“I’ll just be in the garage— My bike needs a tune up.” he leaves with his phone at hand.

“I think I have project due today.” Emma pretends to look at her phone and runs back to her room.

And now it’s just the two of you left in silence. You tried to liven up the atmosphere by asking a few questions, asking updates about what Toman has been up to and he would always answer the same. You couldn’t understand why it became so awkward between the two of you so suddenly. Even he’s wondering the same thing—has he always been this silent around you? Weren’t you two supposed to be so open with each other?

“Are you okay Ken? Is everything fine?” You just couldn’t help to ask him while he could feel a speck of regret for having to act this tense with you. Noticing his stance was a bit off, you tried to maneuver the conversation. “Well, I saw this new café downtown, do you wanna-“

“No.” He answered too fast and as he observes the drop in your expression and immediately places his hand on your shoulder, dazed at how hurt you looked. “I mean! We have.. something to do later—me and the guys so I had to say no.” he lied through his teeth while you understood even if his answer felt like a cover up for something else. “Hey, no pressure, okay? I just thought you’d like to visit there sometime but it’s fine.” You assured him before finishing up the remaining plates as you left the kitchen, letting out a sigh for how awkward it was. Draken runs his hand down his face for how he blew that up.

In his mind, he didn’t want to intervene with whatever Emma was planning because who knows? She might have set up a date at that exact café and he’d be at fault for ruining the surprise so he had to pass for any risks of a failed confession. It was quite hard to forget the way you looked at him, so taken aback by his refusal but he had to make it up to you somehow or else he’d be stuck with your reaction.

“Idiot.” Mikey says, hitting him in the back of the head when he exited the kitchen as Draken glared at him. “What was that for? Aren’t you supposed to make her smile?” The smaller blonde teased, nudging him on his side.

“I just didn’t feel like going there today.” Draken argues, hiding how he felt bad that Mikey had to watch his sister get a mild heart ache. Even he was bothered by how distant you two looked despite the fact your hearts were tied to each other like fools, how did you ended up like it was your first time meeting each other?

“Have you seen Emma?” You asked, entering the living room as they look at you. “She isn’t in her room.” You added.

“Emma’s going to pass something for her school. By the way, Y/N, we’re going to go to the festival tonight. Do you wanna come with us?” Mikey suggested, shifting a glance to his best friend, correcting him for his wrongs.

“Oh well—I thought it was only you guys?” You referred to Draken’s statement from before which was another hit to you realizing he might not want you around. “No worries, you’re in Toman anyway as well as Emma.” Your brother explained as you avoided the other blonde’s eyes. “Okay, I’ll join you guys.” Mikey leaves, patting him on the back with a firm smile, giving him different messages with just a gesture and Ken understood what he was supposed to do.

“Y/N?” He calls out, a hand to his nape as you looked at him. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to go to the park today?” He took the chance to ask, to avenge his little mess up earlier. Noticing how you two were alone, Mikey peaks from the stairs, a smile to his face knowing Draken could never treat you wrong—he trusted him enough to know he was going to love you just as much as he does. Mikey could see it since you were young, the overprotectiveness he’s gone through is the exact same when it comes to Draken.

“Y/N! Stop messing around!” Young Draken shouts, carrying you in his arms while you groaned at the open wound in your knee. “Put me down, I don’t want Mikey to see me-“ You argued but he ignores your protests as your brother rushes to see you when he heard your voice but he’s stood frozen at the sight of his best friend carrying his sister.

“Who did this to you?” Draken asked you making you sigh. Even if he was in a frantic state at how bad your wound looked, you were focused on the trouble they’d cause. You got pushed over by one of the older students on the roughest concrete, realizing they were delinquents of their own.

“I don’t know their names! Just don’t tell my brother, I don’t want him to worry about-“

“Look at me now, Y/N! Am I not worried about you? I don’t care if you won’t tell Mikey but I’m not going to stand here and do nothing.” At the raise of his voice, your expression drops until you see your brother behind Draken.

“Mikey?”

“Put her down, Ken-chin. I’ll take her home. “ Your brother instructs while the other boy follows him anyway by gently putting you down as Mikey held onto you by supporting you on his shoulder seeing how your knee kept bleeding.

Before you could both go, there’s a hand to Draken’s side while he crouches down for Mikey to whisper in his ear. “I know whose behind this but don’t do it in front of her. Do it when I’ve got her knee taken care of.”

Once you got home as Shinichiro bandages your knee, Mikey and Draken weren’t there when you were finally okay.

“Good for you, Y/N.” he whispers, knowing you were in love with a man who Mikey trusts with his life.

“Sure, I’ll just get ready.” You excused yourself before going to your room but meet your brother half way. “You two have fun.” He says, patting your head while he went down as you raised an eyebrow but realized how he must’ve seen you and Draken from downstairs so you just went ahead to enter your room with a slight flush to your cheeks at how he seems to approve of this.

After a few minutes of getting ready, you went outside to see your date in his motorcycle already, waiting for you. Looking at you, he clears his throat before he spoke, “You look nice.” He said as you hopped on behind him. “Thanks, Ken. The same as you.” You bid in return while he hands you your helmet. Once you wore it, your hands wrap around his torso and Draken starts the engine.

“Do you wanna stop by that pet shop?” He asked, as you chuckled remembering how he got so attached to one of the pets there. “Is that your way of asking me because it’s you who actually wants to go there?” You joked.

“Hey it’s not me, who knows? I can even buy you one if you want.” He followed along because he knew he could actually do it, without a doubt, anything to see that glee on you once again.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You beamed, happy at how you’ve gone back to your usual conversation. No worries or shyness around each other because of your mutual feelings. It was refreshing to say the least.

Reaching the park, Emma and Mikey got to work as an advantage of you two being away. When your sister saw the disappearance of Draken’s bike, she immediately fled to the house, carrying dozens of roses and flowers to the living room leaving Mikey astounded at the sight of it’s bright colors.

“..is that from a suitor..?”

“No, silly. It’s for Y/N and Draken, so can you help me out?” Emma asks. Sighing, Mikey got out of his seat and took a deep breath. “What are we gonna do?”

“Follow my lead.”

And as your two siblings go through their planning, you continued on your day. It was the typical hang out for you two, discussing random topics—laughing at a few stories he brought up courtesy of the jokes from Smiley and Peh-yan. You two were just sat on the grass, ice cream in hand thanks to Draken as you both stare off into the sky in serenity.

There’s a few questions he wished he could ask just to make sure you two were really on the same page as what others look at you two as. If he were to ask you, would you plainly say that it’d be him? What if you suddenly said yes but it was meant for someone else? But the tables quickly turned in a manner he didn’t realize.

Looking at the old couple in front of you two, you chuckled once you remembered how giddy you were as a kid to find a relationship they had.

“Have you ever wondered about how we’re going to meet someone like that? To spend so many years with them and never get tired of them.” You thought out loud, raising your knees to your chest as you rested your chin on your arm that was on top of it. Draken shifts his attention to you, admiring how you stared at the two as if you were longing.

“I’ve already met that person.” He says, a smile upon his lips because as he says this, his eyes and his heart were on you.

“How lucky.” You bid in return before meeting his gaze as you thought; I met him too. With how he looked, you felt as if he’d directed the words to you. You knew nothing of what he does on his own, he could have possibly met someone else that you weren’t aware of.

But with his emotions being so evident in his eyes, something lightened in your mind.

Is it me?

“I really am, huh?” He asked, suddenly lowering his head to meet yours, leaning in, ignoring the protests of his own senses while you leaned in yourself. Don’t fuck up what Emma is doing! A voice in his mind yelled making him pull away softly before your lips could match his and instead of letting it show how he denied something he’s always wanted just for it to be perfect, his thumb brushes to the side of your lips where he wiped away the tiny smudge of ice cream on it.

“There we go.” he mutters, looking at you straight until you felt your heart pinch at what could’ve happened. You back away, leaning on the tree with a sigh. Draken can see the disappointment in your face and as he tried to reach out for you as you stood up to throw the wrapper, he feels like he’s lost grip on you.

“Why don’t we go home?” You said with a smile and he holds onto your hand, startling you. You looked at your hands and back to him and you feel yourself caught in more questions and ties that you can’t get out of.

Why does he keep messing with me?

“I don’t want to go yet. Why don’t we go look at that café you said before?” he adds, standing up as you stared at him. Was he caught up in the moment or did he truly mean it when he’s found that someone and referred to you? Or did he think you were someone else? But with how he’s acting, trying to make up for some time, its overwhelming the answers you weren’t receiving.

“I-okay.” You stammered yet agreed to his offer. Maybe you were overlooking a few things because Draken was never like this. Even he was conflicted in his actions, why does he keep messing up? Why does he keep falling in and out of what he was and wasn’t supposed to do?

As you enter the café, he stands up to order while you were down to your thoughts since there was a hole in your feelings. Ever since this morning, he’d deny your request yet come back to make it up to you by being here, soon his body leans to you as if his intentions were clear that he’d kiss you but replaces it by removing dirt from your lips. It felt like a constant tug of war.

We might need to speed up the date, I fucked up. He sends the message to Emma and once she receives it, her eyes widen. “DRAKEN!” she shouts in frustration, awaking Mikey who was in charge of doing the sign. “What now?” he asked. “Draken must’ve done something to confuse, Y/N.” which lead Mikey to let out a sigh of disappointment.

The afternoon continues and the worry that you had was pushed back to the edge of your mind because you could see how Draken really wanted to be with you so you had to let your doubts cloud in the corner since you wanted to enjoy this day for yourself. It was easy to fall into the rhythm with him again, holding onto your hand, enjoying some lunch and some cupcakes at the café then stopping by to be at the pet shop—it was impossible not to enjoy because this was Draken, the boy you clearly wanted to stay beside with.

The skies led to the night leading you two to the festival, meeting up with your brother and a few of the founding members. They catch up to you both and Mitsuya sees the gleam in Draken’s eyes whenever he’d look at you even if you were at a different stall with Emma so the lilac haired boy approached him.

“You really like her, huh?” Takashi said and Draken turns to him a bit surprised. “I don’t like her.” He answers and you immediately felt your heart sink to the floor when you walked behind him. Looking at you, Mitsuya grips onto the blonde’s forearm with alarmed eyes before you walk pass beside them, unaware that it was you from Draken’s point of view.

“I’m in love with—her.” There was a long pause to his cut off sentence when he sees how you were ahead of him to escape his presence and Mitsuya face palms.

“Shit!” Draken cusses as Emma pats his shoulder. “Go to her! We’ve set up the lights and the flowers around the garden, go get her!” she encourages while he stares at her, dazzled at how she managed to do it so fast. There was a tug to his hair and a frustrated Mikey comes to his side.

“Don’t make her cry now or I’m taking back what I said, you dumbass.” He threats and now he’s pushing the taller blonde. “Go to her now.”

“I messed up!”

“So? Fix it! You’ve done enough mistakes today so please, confess now.” Mikey ordered him, making Draken sigh before he looks at them. “Thank you for helping me.” He says with a smile as he runs to find you, ready to make up for everything he failed to do.

“We’ll follow you!” Emma shouts making Mikey and Mitsuya nod while they took a different route to open the lights to lead your path.

Meanwhile, you were walking through the forest, drowning in your wrong assumptions, the answer you weren’t ready to receive that was too harsh on your end. It was an answer that he took too strictly as if he’d always known what to say—like he didn’t just move to attempt a kiss and you were left to realize you weren’t the person he’s met to stay with.

“Some signals you threw, Ken.” You muttered to yourself, being too absorbed in the pain until your eyes caught a glimpse of a lit up trail. Lifting your head, you decided to follow it, noticing how beautiful it looked with paths of rose petals. There were also different flowers with notes tied to it, latched in drawings of an arrow to lead you to the final location. You were unsure if this was actually meant for you, seeing that this was a garden perfect for other lovers to go through so you continue on walking.

Your heart suddenly panics when you see Draken at the end, a rose in hand as he looks at you surprised. Taking a deep breath, you walked to him, avoiding to stare at him but avert your gaze behind him. Once you reach him, there’s a saddened tug to your lips as you look at the flower in his hands.

“Are you waiting for someone?” You asked while he cocks an eyebrow but from the tone of your voice, his heart stings at how badly he’s ruined his two chances.

“She’s already here, Y/N.” he argued, trying to make his point be clear to you but he feels how it was being blocked by his previous mishap.

“Oh well, I’ll see you then.” You bid in defeat but before you could dare to step, Draken puts his hands on your shoulders, shaking you softly while you were face to face with each other.

“Y/N, I like you—No, I’m in love with you.” He spoke softly as your eyes widen at what he just said.

“Since we were kids, Y/N. I’ve loved you since then.” Draken whispers, searching for your eyes and what was going through your mind. Your heartbeat was accelerating with every second as you saw the hint of truth in his words, in his touch, in this garden lit with his love to show you.

“Draken—stop joking. You said it before, you don’t like me. I heard and understood.” You argued, pushing into denial because nothing was adding up. How was he so distant and it he suddenly pulls a romantic evening? He clicks his tongue in frustration, annoyed with how you disregard his confession.

“Y/N! I love—oh fuck it.”

It’s now or never.

With hands still on your shoulder, he pulls you to him colliding your lips with his as your eyes widen but it flutters shut when your hands reached to his hair and his hands then cascades down to your waist, holding you closer, fingers gently gripped to your sides. He softly backs away, resting his forehead on yours, panting at his leap of fate yet there was a smile on your faces alongside a deep heat to your cheeks.

“Listen to me, you hothead. I’m in love with you, I’ve always been—I’m really sorry about earlier, I just didn’t want to ruin her surprise for us and you left before I can finish what I was supposed to say.” He explained, as your worries began to untangle themselves.

“If you’re still denying me, I can shut you up all over again.” He teased, hands to your cheek while you rolled your eyes but smile, clinging your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, I didn’t think I got the message the first time.” You answered as he dips you down making you chuckle before he reunites your lips with his as an audience gathers to the side.

“THEY FINALLY KISSED!” Emma said, continuously tugging on Mikey’s sleeve while he fakes to wipe an imaginary tear from his eyes. “Yeah yeah, you did good, Emma.” Deep inside, he was happy to see you two get together after years of pining.

“Are we even allowed to look at them?” Mitsuya jokes as Mikey spoke. “I don’t think so, I don’t think I like seeing my best friend kiss my sister like that.”

“Will you be by mine?” Draken asked when he pulled away, a hand to your cheek as you twirl the flower in hand and smile at his words.

“I always have been.”

“I’m sorry, what was that I couldn’t hear it?” He edged on.

“Yes, Ken. I’ll be yours.”

“That’s my girl."

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coolest-in-chaldea · 3 years

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hello! im quite excited for this blog fate fic blogs are quite hard to find may i have some headcanons of merlin realizing he has fallen in love and what a relationship would be like hopefully thats okay good luck with the blog!

Merlin Realizing He’s In Love Headcanons

note: hi! thanks so much for being the first request ever sent in!! Sorry this took so long to get to, I’ve been swamped with school and grinding on f/go for daysssss, 90 saint quartz but no 4 or 5 stars 😔💔 also I finally got on my laptop so anon is an option now for anyone wanting to request :D

- Merlin’s vast knowledge of pretty much everything happening at any given time is a little scary, so I don’t think he’s really the type to be dense. I think he’s more likely to pace around and talk to himself for a day or so while ‘deducing’ that his racing heart and flushed face are in fact indicative of falling in love. He’s not super serious like some of the other genius servants, he’s more-so just really awkward at handling social situations since he spent most of his life pretty isolated in his tower.

- Meanwhile, everyone else in chaldea are holding their breaths because the lack of Merlin shenanigans is starting to get suspicious..you and the Camelot servants especially are going ‘awww shit here we go again’ as you anticipate an elaborate scheme to come.

- Merlin definitely isn’t insecure, but I don’t think he’d have any plans of confessing at first because he’s never seriously imagined himself in a relationship. He’s perceptive enough to know that he likes you, but he doesn’t see any significance to it until it starts to get distracting!

- When he eventually starts interacting with you again, he’s 1000% more of a hassle than he usually is. He’s like that one kid in elementary school who just constantly bothers his crush. It doesn’t take long for you to grow tired of Merlin’s 24/7 bs, and when you finally retire to your room for the night you have a frustrated ‘why me?!’ moment. Tbh you’re just trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done to prompt Merlin’s wrath, but the knights of the round table are painfully aware of why Merlin’s been constantly targeting you.

- Merlin’s an extremely talented mage, and I’m sure he’d switch around or transform some of your things, but I could also see him pulling some of the classic childhood pranks on you with the assistance of magic.

- You’re having a lovely conversation sitting across from Artoria, but when you get up to leave, you immediately trip and faceplant onto the floor. A very concerned Artoria asks if you’re ill and, trying not to lose your cool, you have to explain to her that SOMEONE apparently tied your shoelaces together with an elaborate series of knots in the shape of a flower. There wasn’t anyone else near you, but you both exchange an exasperated look as you know exactly who the culprit is.

- Merlin's flirting is still totally focused on annoying you and/or pissing you off. what can I say? it's just his favorite hobby! He's the type to believe than any attention from you is good attention, so he's more than happy to provoke you in order to put your focus on him. He's not that awful though, and he sticks to being a general nuisance and causing mild inconveniences as opposed to actually harming anyone. He does care a lot about you if he has feelings for you after all, he just has a...funny way of showing it.

- You will constantly be asking yourself 'is Merlin antagonizing me or flirting with me??' (the answer is both btw)

- If you're shorter than Merlin, he always interrupts your conversations by strolling over and using your head as an armrest. If you aren't, sike yes you are actually because the cheeky wizard is now floating to be taller than you >:)

- Merlin has literally zero chill and I think he'd continue to be chaotic af whether he's just crushing on you or you've been dating for years. He probably does like physical contact and cuddling, but he refuses to initiate it like a normal person. He'll eventually get comfortable enough to where he doesn't have to be affectionate via pranks, but don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that Merlin ever gets calm or discreet about it.

- Any time you're sitting on a couch, chair, the floor, or your bed, regardless of what you're doing, he will just come stand next to you and very dramatically fall on top of you (secretly careful not to hurt you of course) and just chill there sprawled over you in whatever ridiculous position you ended up in. If you adjust him to a more comfortable position (his favorites are sitting with his back to your chest and your arms holding him or vice versa and sitting tucked into your side with one of your arms around him and his around your waist) he'll be more than happy to comply, but how you deal with your beloved needy wizard is up to you!

- Tbh I could see a confession going one of two ways, both extremes on opposite ends of a spectrum with no in between. Either

A.) he never officially confesses, but you get the idea and you both come to an agreement of being exclusive to each other (or having communication as partners if you're polyamorous) as well as comfortably doing everything a couple would, just with an official label OR

B.) He's a total showoff and performs the most absurd, elaborate and extreme confession with magic the world has ever seen. I cannot get the thought of those brilliant wizard pronoun images made by iguanamouth out of my head-

I'm imagining THIS but it's a confession like those 'will you be my date to prom?' signs people make 😳

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baekhansol · 2 years

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Requiem Chapter 4: Conversations

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : supernatural/thriller/action/fantasy + a bit of angst?

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : werewolf!skz x f/nb!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.9k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : talk of abuse, reader mentions dad was a pedophile (in relation to them)

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : discussing things with Chan is easy, but awkward.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : I didn't have anyone beta read this, so hopefully I found all of my mistakes >.< I'm also sorry this chapter is significantly shorter than previous ones. I just... wanted to post something.

additionally, please make sure to reblog so that people can see this, considering the state of tumblr's tags. and comments are lovely too.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

After reading the email, you easily ate your soup, and after a little while longer, you decided to go speak to Chan. “Will you take me upstairs?” you ask Hyunjin, looking up at him.

“Are you wanting to talk with him?” he asks, moving to get up.

“Please,” you murmur with a nod. You take the hand he offers you and slides it around your waist when you let go, guiding you to the stairs.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk? Do you want me to carry you up?” Hyunjin asks.

When you shake your head, he helps you up the first step before following behind you. Hyunjin keeps his hands firmly around your waist in case you were to stumble or fall. It made you feel silly and childish, but you were thankful for it regardless.

“Channie hyung!” Hyunjin calls, wrapping his arm back around your waist once at the top of the stairs.

“Coming!” he calls, coming out of his office. “Oh, hey Y/N,” he says, smiling. “You ready?” Chan asks, playing with his hands as his smile grows.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nod, glancing up at Hyunjin as he continues to help you down the hallway.

“Hehe! Great!” he says, giving you a goofy smile.

Hyunjin helps you down the hallway and into a chair in Chan’s office, excusing himself.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” You finally ask Chan.

“Well, there’s a few of them,” he admits, sitting back down and letting his computer idle, focusing on you. “The first thing is I want to apologize, because I think I was rude to you when you asked about us being registered. I want to go ahead and do that, and I was told that you would help me do so?”

You giggle a little, nodding. “Yeah, I got an email earlier and… well, that’ll be my new mandatum!”

“I think this one will work out, don’t you?” Chan says with a soft laugh.

“Most definitely,” you agree, smiling brightly. “Do you want to do it now, or-?” you begin, unsure.

“No, I just want to talk right now… about.. Quite a few things. The first thing… Well, I should just get it over with. We have a really strong sense of smell. And like wolves and other animals, we can smell pheromones, which… basically means we can tell when someone is horny,” Chan says, rubbing the back of his neck as his face turns red. “And I know it’s not something you can control, and I’m sure any of us wouldn’t mind giving you space, but as your mate…. Well, it affects us too…”

“Oh God, did Jisung know?” you ask, feeling the blood drain from your face as pure embarrassment washes over you. How could you ever face the man ever again?

Chan doesn’t say anything, but his silence is enough of an answer.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done anything!” you groan, facepalming with your good hand. “Am I supposed to apologize? Wouldn’t that make it worse?” you ask him for advice, glancing up at him.

“I think he would just get embarrassed then too. So… I wouldn’t say anything, honestly. I just thought you should know,” Chan admits with a shrug.

“Do the others know?”

Chan bites his lip, drumming his fingers on the desk. You feel your heart drop as dread overtakes you, and you wish you could just hide.

“Well, we can communicate telepathically… and sometimes people aren’t always good at keeping their thoughts to themselves… so if they were awake, they know,” Chan admits.

You had known about their telepathy some, but knowing that made you want to sink into the cushions and disappear like lost change.

“Which… more or less brings me to another very important subject,” Chan says, folding his hands together in his lap, a leg beginning to shake.

You tilt your head in inquiry, and he continues. “Every so often, werewolves go through mating season. You may be aware, but for wolves, mating season is between February and March. For werewolves, it’s December through about March. Some packs will have a second mating season in May through August. So far we have not, but before now none of us had found our mate, and we are finally used to our new climate and territory… all of which are factors that can cause a second mating season,” he explains.

“It’s… That’s now…”

“Correct. I think it would be safest for you to not be here while… some of us are in rut, at the very least.”

Before you could ask what Chan meant by a rut, he continued.

“A rut is what a male werewolf experiences every year once he reaches maturity. So, puberty. For females, it is a heat. Once her body reaches maturity, her heat is a sign that she can get pregnant. I’m not… actually sure if they can get pregnant outside of their heats…” Chan admits, his cheeks very red. “Anyways, it depends on your biological sex. So. We all have ruts. Both make you want to have children..”

“You get incredibly horny, got it,” you laugh, trying to make the situation less awkward.

“Yeah, it’s… yeah…” Chan says, nodding and looking away at anything but you. After a moment, he clears his throat. “Some of us are a lot better at keeping themselves in control and I… am not one of them.”

“I expected that,” you admit, shrugging. He was the alpha, after all.

Chan laughs, deciding to take your words as a compliment. “It doesn’t last for three months straight. Mine tends to be twelve days, while Minho’s is only four. The average is about a week, and they can repeat. I will have mine each month, whereas Hyunjin tends to just have his in December for a week.”

“Hopefully not on Christmas?”

“Sometimes on Christmas,” he regretfully confirms.

“Damn,” you curse.

“Anyways, my point is that… you shouldn’t be here then. At least not while I’m in rut. I don’t think you should be alone with your hand how it is though either, and I don’t want you thinking you aren’t welcome here. You are always welcome here. But I want you to be safe and feel safe…”

“I do have a home, Chan. I’m not… a lone hunter…” you tell him, a strong pang of guilt suddenly shooting through your heart. You had left your mom alone for months. You knew someone was taking care of her, but it wasn’t you. You had a responsibility to her.

Chan can sense your unease, and frowns slightly. “I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t,” he says, shaking his head.

“You’ve never asked about my family before, you know,” you say quietly.

“No, and you’ve not asked about mine either,” he says, his lips curling up slightly. “Tell me about your parents. What’s your dad like? Your mom?”

You take a deep breath, remembering your exercises from therapy. “Well, my mom is… completely dependent. When I was little… Well, I came home after school one day after being at a friend’s, and she and my dad were fighting. But… it was actually a ghoul that had shapeshifted to look like my dad…” you begin to explain, pausing and taking more breaths to keep yourself steady and calm. “It… wasn’t an unusual scene; them fighting. The ghoul fell down the stairs and the mirror shattered and killed it… and my mom has never been the same woman.

“My dad, from what I remember of him… Well, he was an asshole. He fought with my mom a lot, and she tried to protect me from him. Sometimes when she wasn’t there… he…” your voice breaks at this point, and you clench your hands into fists. Your nails dug into your left palm, while your right twitches in a pathetic attempt to copy it.

“He was a pedophile,” you say louder than you mean to, and you’re nearly positive that the others could have heard you from downstairs.

Chan pauses, his eyes softening. "I am so sorry. That shouldn't happen to anyone," he says, slowly taking your hand. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we won't do anything without your clear consent, no matter how small. Okay?"

You shyly nod, glancing down.

"And feel free to tell us if something makes you uncomfortable. We want you to feel welcomed and safe here… okay?"

"Okay…" you softly murmur, nodding.

"I'll go ahead and work on the paperwork for now," Chan says, opening up what you sent him and beginning to work on it.

You go downstairs and the house is eerily empty, and you have a sinking feeling everyone is avoiding you.

You end up outside and at the healing house, taking a deep breath before going inside. You smile when Seungmin turns to greet you, and he mirrors the action.

"Can we work on some hand exercises now?" You ask him hopefully.

“Yes, actually,” he responds, seemingly searching for something. He eventually brings you a stress ball, a bright yellow with a smiley face. “Try squeezing this. I’ll have to look up more exercises online for you though, to be honest. That way I can also print off images for it too!”

You take the ball, doing your best to squeeze it.

“Don’t strain yourself too much. Aim for five times, then take a short break, and repeat it three times for a total of fifteen squeezes.”

“Just fifteen?” you ask, glancing over at him again.

“Can you even do one as much as your left hand?” he asks, and you try squeezing it with your left hand.

“No…” you awkwardly admit, frowning slightly.

“Fifteen it is.”

Fifteen was harder than you expected, but you were pleased that you could at least hold onto the ball.

“Take it with you when you go,” Seungmin says when you finish.

“To remember you by?” you tease, attempting to throw it at him.

It misses him, but you are glad to see that it went past him. At least the rest of your arm had some strength.

“No, to keep doing that every day. And maybe throw it at the others who go with you,” he suggests.

“Play catch with puppies?” you tease a little.

“I’m not sure who will be going with you, but don’t say that to Minho,” Seungmin warns, grinning back.

“Now you catch,” he says as he picks it up and gently tosses it.

You miss it, as you expected.

“You’ll get there,” he encourages you.

After Seungmin shows you a few more exercises, Jisung comes to check on you. Upon seeing him, you feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“I came to see how things were going?” he awkwardly starts, his eyes darting to Seungmin.

“I’d say better than I was expecting,” you say with a shrug.

“They’re doing well,” Seungmin agrees.

“Well, um, Chan wanted me to come and say he can work on the paperwork with you after dinner tonight… and that he thinks you should leave tomorrow morning.”

You blink at Jisung’s words, surprised that he wanted you gone so quickly. You suppose it was best; your mom could think you were dead by now.

Before any more dreadful thoughts could surface, Seungmin said, “Yeah, we can tell he will be in rut soon.”

You nod, uncertain how to respond. Was it good for you to avoid it? What if you wanted to help? Would it be too dangerous with your injury? You grimace at the thought, shaking your head to free yourself of them. The action only sometimes worked.

“It’ll be easy for me to pack my things, in that case,” you finally say with the slightest of shrugs.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Jisung agrees. You knew immediately neither of them were happy with the situation, but they also knew it was for the best.

#ultkpop #kwritersworldnet #skz werewolf au #werewolf!skz #skz au #stray kids angst #stray kids au #werewolf stray kids #chan fluff #skz fanfic #skz fic #julia writes

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stealforreal · 3 years

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Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

#mha #mha x reader #dad au #shoto todoroki #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha x y/n #dad todoroki #Twins #timetravel #quirks #Shoto is so cute #futurekids

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midnightsenchanted · 3 years

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foolish love (wolfstar x reader)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: minor hurt/comfort, insecurities, miscommunication trope (sorry but i like it?!), never wrote a fanfic before, probably a lot of inaccuracies.

Summary: The reader finds that happiness for those you love can be hard, it can even break your heart. (Truly so bad at summaries I’m so sorry).

A/N: I’m definitely new here and I’ve never written fanfiction before. This is my attempt at it, and I am eager to learn this particular style of writing. Hopefully I’ll be able to make fics a bit shorter in the future!

You, Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene sat huddled around a table full of books, parchment, quills, and ink pots scattered about. The professors were assigning more work than usual and, in an effort to keep up, you started working together in the library.

“I’m surprised we’ve been in here for an hour and Lily’s shadow hasn’t appeared,” Marlene teased.

Lily sneered, “Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.”

“More surprising that Remus and Sirius haven’t come wandering around for this one,” Dorcas piped up, nodding her head to you.

Unlike Lily, your face warmed slightly. The difference was that everyone and their mother knew James was in love with Lily, and though she was warming up to him lately, it took a hit on her pride to admit it. With you, it was blatantly obvious that you harbored feelings for the other two. The girls could see it and thankfully the boys remained ignorant.

You would trust James with your life, but not with the secret of your affection, and you would be mortified if your feelings got out to Sirius and Remus.

When you arrived at Hogwarts, you fit in nicely with the three boys. Finding their pranks and antics hilarious and having their backs when they were wrongly accused as payback from other students. You also balanced them out, being laid back like Remus, in comparison to Sirius and James’ flamboyant energy. As your group expanded to include the other girls, individual relationships and different levels of closeness formed.

Sirius and James were thick as thieves. Remus was never left out especially as he developed a strong bond with you. He helped you with subjects you struggle with, and you helped him when he struggled to keep up with the workload occasionally. When James went off to speak with Lily, that left Sirius to spend more time with you and Remus, developing another tight knit bond. Much like with Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas.

“That’s right,” Lily said, eager to get the heat off her. “Remus usually follows you to the library. Odd that he’s not here.”

“And yet he is,” another voice rang out as James stepped around one of the bookcases with Sirius and Remus in tow. He plopped down into a seat nearest to Lily while she avoided his gaze entirely. “Now what were you saying about my best mate Remus?”

Marlene smirked as Sirius and Remus took spots next to you and said, “Only that he is usually a few steps behind whenever she comes to the library, Sirius too. And we were right.”

“Teasing our girl, huh McKinnon?” Sirius threw back an equally devious smirk as he tossed an arm over your shoulders.

“Yes,” you interjected, pouting slightly up at him for your own amusement. Marlene and Sirius bickering back and forth was quality entertainment. Egging them on was perfect punishment for the teasing.

“They’re just jealous that you’re our favorite,” Sirius quipped.

“Hey!” cried Dorcas, as the girls started bickering back and forth with Sirius.

You laughed softly while James tried in vain to interject how Lily was his favorite. It wasn’t long before Madam Pince was scurrying over to shoo you out of the library for the ruckus.

The argument continued back up to the Gryffindor common room with Marlene declaring herself as the automatic favorite of everyone.

Remus trailed behind with you as you laughed at your friends. He knew exactly what you were up to when you gave Sirius that little pout, knowing he’d fall into the trap.

“Don’t tell Marlene but,” Remus whispered conspiratorially before stepping through the portrait hole, “you really are our favorite.”

***

The next time your group was all together that did consist of schoolwork or mealtimes was during the celebration party in the Gryffindor common room. The Quidditch team pulled out another win, against Ravenclaw this time, and of course the room was packed.

“Are you sure you have to go soon?” Dorcas asked for the fifth time, hiccuping as she was slightly tipsy.

“Yes,” you sigh. “I’ve got detention with McGonagall. I still don’t know how I forgot to turn in work for her class three days in a row.”

Lily, perched on the arm of Marlene’s chair, gave you a knowing look. “You know why.”

“I don’t,” you huffed indignantly. “Must’ve just slipped my mind.”

“Sure, and it has nothing to do with you spending more time than usual with two shaggy haired boys?” Marlene said.

“Yes, that’s it!” Dorcas shouted, as if it was something she had been attempting to figure out. Maybe she was a little more than tipsy.

“No, it’s not,” you said. “I mean, yes we’ve been spending the afternoons together a bit more, but I’ve kept up with the rest of my work.”

“Yes, but Remus helps you with Transfiguration and he hasn’t been lately,” Lily added.

Your shoulders sag at their reminder. You were falling a bit behind in Transfiguration, but it really wasn’t your fault. Every time you gather with Remus for help, Sirius tags along and you get very little done.

It didn’t help that your feelings were growing lately. Feelings were always there, since you first became friends, but you always saw it as harmless crushes. They were cute boys who cared about you and had your back. As of recently, it felt like more than innocent puppy love.

“I’ll tell Remus that the next time I need his help that Sirius can’t tag along… he’s terribly distracting,” you conceded.

“I’m sure he is,” Lily smiled.

You rolled your eyes, though you smiled back. “I’ll see you later.”

***

After spending an hour with Professor McGonagall while she reviewed spells and techniques with you (not necessarily detention then, more so a tutor session) you made your way back upstairs. It was getting late, but the parties tended to go on for hours and you were hoping to make it back before they called it a night.

You were passing a darkened hallway with alcoves when you heard the faint scuffling of shoes. It was only the briefest of glances, but it was enough to make your heart sink into your stomach.

Two people were sharing a passionate embrace, lips meshed, and hands firmly placed onto the other's body. To your heart’s dismay you could clearly make out Remus’ tall, lanky frame bending slightly while a smaller dark-haired Sirius clung to the front of Remus’ shirt.

Just as Remus started backing Sirius against the wall of the alcove, you bolted as quietly as you could, desperately trying to keep your cool.

You felt heartbroken and foolish. Over the last couple of weeks, you let yourself hope that your feelings were shared. Worse than that, you began to dwell on how you would ever pick between the two should they both feel the same about you. Deciding you wouldn’t even be able to choose, because how could you be with one when you have feelings for the other?

Now you knew it was never you. They enjoyed your company because you were their friend. Sirius tagged along on all your outings together and it wasn’t to spend time with you, but Remus. Remus was spending that time with you because you kept asking him to.

If anything, the two probably wanted time alone together and you were butting your way into their rare moments spent without James.

Your racing mind carried you back to your bed, ignoring everyone you passed on the way. What you needed more than anything was to wallow in self-pity, to recover from the lingering embarrassment for reading the situation so horribly wrong.

You closed the drapes on your four-poster bed and let the tears fall freely as they guided you into a restless slumber.

***

Three weeks have passed since and it did not unfold the way you anticipated.

Part of you expected them to openly be a couple, but it went on in secret. You wondered how long they had been together, who knew about them, why they kept it hushed up. You’d rather take on the Whomping Willow than expose them, or their sexualities, which you weren’t sure of. Sirius made it known he had no preferences, but Remus never explicitly stated for himself, and it wasn’t your place to speculate.

Now that you knew of their relationship, you started to notice the little things. The shared glances between the two, how Remus’ cheeks got a bit rosier when Sirius was around, and how Sirius approached Remus more delicately than he did with James. Not in a way that made Remus seem fragile, but in a way that showed he was adored.

You started to like an outsider in a way you never felt before. And matter how hard you tried, everyone was aware of your sadness. Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas tried expressing that you could tell them anything, but you really could not, would not. Finally getting them to let it go after the first week. Even James who was usually oblivious noticed how your smiles never met your eyes anymore.

No one noticed your shift in mood more than Sirius and Remus, who seemed more desperate than ever to spend time with you. They knew after asking several times that you weren’t going to confide in them, so they took alternative measures, like Sirius giving you chocolate frogs from his stash or Remus offering to let you borrow that book he swore he’d never let another soul touch.

But the harder they pushed, the more you pulled away. You swore up and down it was to protect your heart, but deep down you knew some of it was selfish. You just didn’t want to witness their happiness when you were still hurting so badly.

“Lily,” you begged while walking to class. “Please just say you need my help in Charms so I can sit with you and Marlene, and James can sit with them instead.”

She sighed and flung her hair behind her back. “Listen, I’ll do it but no offense, I don’t think anyone will believe I need help.” She lowered her voice and said, “I also know you don’t want to tell anyone what is going on but it’s becoming obvious that it has to do with Remus and Sirius, and it’s really starting to upset them that you keep making excuses to not be near them… I respect your wish to remain quiet, but I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked at the ground rather than her piercing gaze. “I want to tell you, but I can’t. It’s my own personal thing I’m working on. I promise that it won’t always be like this, I just need time.”

“Alright. I’ll help you but be aware that they’re getting suspicious.”

As always, Lily was right. They were offended when she lied for you… It made it even worse when you asked James for help with Transfiguration.

“I’m not that much better than you are, “James said, glancing nervously between you and the other two boys. “Why not ask Remus?”

“Because Remus tried helping me three times and it landed me in detention because nothing got done!” You tried adding a teasing note, though one look at Remus and Sirius revealed they didn’t buy it. Gulping, you begged again. “Just this one time James, please.”

Sirius ended up stomping to his room without another word once James agreed to help while Remus just looked at you sadly before you retired to your own bed.

***

The following day on your way to meet James, you overheard Lily, Remus, and Sirius speaking harshly to each other near the Great Hall. It gave you pause as they got along very well, Lily and Remus never even having a minor spat.

“I’ve told you several times that I don’t know why she’s upset!” Lily seethed. “And if I did, I would not tell you if she herself decided to not confide in you.”

“We just want to know what we did wrong,” came Remus’ voice. “If it’s something serious and she won’t tell us, we’d like to know so we can fix it.”

“I don’t think you did anything wrong,” Lily said, her tone softer but exhausted.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Sirius snapped. “Why else would she be avoiding us? I mean really, asking James for help in Transfiguration? James is good but not as good as Remus or even you. Why does she suddenly want to work with him over anyone else?”

“Don’t be ridiculous and imply what I think you’re implying. She has no interest in James so don’t start working yourself up about that,” Lily said.

“I’m not working myself up over it! It just… it... doesn’t make any sense,” Sirius sputtered.

You heard enough. Your own heartache was causing a ripple effect through your friend group, a very unpleasant one that you could not let go further. Even if this changed everything between the three of you by making it awkward, it can’t be worse than how it is now. There was nothing left for you to lose.

Turning the corner you said, “Remus… Sirius… can I talk to you?”

Your sudden appearance startled the trio before they recuperated. Sirius and Remus nodded and hurried up the steps toward you while Lily gave a sad smile and turned to leave the entrance to go outside where most of the other students were.

You led them to the nearest classroom, sitting on a desk and waiting for them to sit across from you. Noticing the sadness in their eyes made you realize this was the right call.

“I know,” you said plainly.

They glanced at each other in question before turning to you. Remus said, “You know… what?”

“The night of the party after Gryffindor won… I was heading back after my detention with McGonagall, and I heard feet scuffling. When I looked up, I saw you two… kissing.”

Their eyes widened and Sirius’ mouth dropped open. You looked away as anxiety started to consume you, for what you were going to have to soon reveal to them.

Sirius broke the silence. “So that’s why you’ve been avoiding us?”

“Yes,” you whispered, staring intently at a strand of hair caught in the threads of your robes.

“I can’t believe this,” Sirius laughed humorlessly, standing up and pacing between the two desks. “I mean… out of all the people I’d think would have a problem with such a thing, I’d never suspect that would be you!”

Remus said firmly, “Calm down Sirius. It’s alright.”

“No, it really isn’t!” Sirius retorted, hands clinging to his hair. “Of all the things I expected it certainly wasn’t this! I mean, after the thing going on between McKinnon and Dorcas, I assumed that wouldn’t be an issue… I never thought… and I’m openly out, at least I thought I made that very clear but I—”

“Sirius!” you cut him off. “I don’t have a problem with you and Remus being together.”

“But you said—”

“It hurts me to see you together, so yes I started distancing myself, but that’s all it is! Don’t think anything else for even a second.”

Your words echoed around the empty classroom as both boys stared at you. This was when you’d find out if you could all be friendly and move past this. If they could accept your desire to be separate from them for a while until you sorted your feelings out.

The table scraped against the concrete as Remus stood up and moved to stand in front of you with very little space in between. Your eyes met as he approached and softly said, “Why would it hurt you to see us together?”

A single tear slid down your cheek as you whispered, “Because I have feelings for you, for both of you.”

Seconds after uttering your last syllable, Remus darted forward, cupped your face, and pressed his lips to yours. Your body moved of its own accord as you melted into his touch while he kissed you with the same passion you saw him kissing Sirius with a few weeks ago. All that mattered now was his warm touch and the way his lips moved so sweetly against yours.

As you broke apart, your mind caught up and you went to ask about Sirius and what this meant, when Sirius turned your chin to face him. He leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss of his own to your lips. Once more you were thrown into a moment of freedom and comfort while you let all worries go, focusing on your heart shimmering in triumph.

He pulled back, pressing one last small peck to your lips, then leaving you to glance shyly at the two boys you’ve loved for years.

“I don’t understand,” you managed to utter. They chuckled softly at your confusion before moving back to give you space.

“We have feelings for you too… If those kisses weren’t obvious enough, we can do it again,” Sirius winked.

Remus ignored Sirius’ flirting and said, “We weren’t sure if you felt the same, and when we kissed for the first time that night—”

“—you haven’t been dating for longer?” you interrupted.

“No,” Sirius said simply.

“We were both a bit drunk that night. Sirius thought it was a good idea to invite Peeves and went looking for him.” Remus cast him an amused glare. “I followed. One thing led to another and, well, you saw. We went back to our room and passed out, then when we woke up the next morning we… discussed our feelings.”

Sirius continued, “I told him that I had feelings for him, but that I felt the same way about you, that I couldn’t pick between you. Honestly, if it had been you following me that night, I probably would have kissed you just the same. That’s on me, really. I get overly confident when I drink.”

“You’re always overly confident,” you chided.

He smirked at you. “For good reason, I think… So anyway, Remus sort of just sighs in relief because he felt the same way. We decided that we wanted to see if you liked us too.”

Remus added, “It would be pointless for us to worry about our feelings for you if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Right,” Sirius continued. “But then you started avoiding us and seemed really down, so we forgot about trying to figure out if you felt the same and started worrying about what was wrong, what we did wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you winced. “I tried, I really did. But my heart was hurting so badly and with you two being so nice and trying to make things better, it just reminded me of why I like you so much and I just, I wanted to create distance to try to heal so things could go back to normal. So, I could be a fully supportive friend by the time you two decided to be open about your relationship.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Remus said, grasping your hands in his. “We appreciate it, but this clears everything up, and we’re sorry you were so hurt these past few weeks.”

You smiled softly and rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand while looking at Sirius. “So where does this leave us?”

“I’m not sure,” Sirius said and walked back toward you. “But as long as it means being with you two, I’m excited to find out.”

You nodded as you leaned in to hug the pair of them, knowing that whatever happened from here, the three of you were going to be okay.

#wolfstar x reader #remus x reader x sirius #sirius x reader x remus #wolfstar x fem!reader #harry potter

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village

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Always You | JJK (Seven)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mention of erection, heated make out, marking, grinding, mentions of suicide:( (If this makes you uncomfortable pls skip), mentions of cheating, quick blowjob, swallowing,

Notes: sorry this chapter is shorter than the last! But we only have 2 chapters left guys! And they are long!!! Sorry in advance lol. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) Anyway feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:)

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Jungkook runs his finger through your hair, his mouth hot on your neck as he leaves behind what feels like a million, slow kisses. You taste sweet and he’s reminded of the first time he got to do this with you and his heart swells at the memory. He feels you grind against him, making him impossibly harder as he grinds back. Your moans fill his ears and it sounds like a chorus of sweet, sweet music to him, he can’t help but grin into his kisses. Suddenly, the image of him kissing down your throat becomes blurry and the sound of your whines echo in the distance. He must be waking up.

Jungkook feels you hovering over him with shocked eyes and he can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into you. He can feel his head beginning to throb from the inevitable hang over that wishes to visit and he raises a hand over it. You continue to look down at him and that’s when he notices it. Them. The hickeys that spread across your skin and he goes absolutely pale.

He looks back at you with wide eyes but he can’t help but feel pride bloom all throughout his body as he looks at how he has marked you but those petals quickly shrivel up when he realizes how badly he must have messed up.

“Oh fuck.” He says under his breath.

“Yeah. ‘Oh fuck’” you repeat back.

Jungkook lifts himself up, leaning on his arms as he takes another look at the bruises that cover your skin. He releases a shaky breath contemplating what to say.

“Drunk.” His eyes slide to the side, “We were really…drunk.”

You narrow your eyes for a split second then look at him with ease,

“Yeah…right…drunk.” You quickly agree.

Jungkook and you share a moment of a silence, admiring one another’s work on the other. You hesitantly reach out, your fingers coming in contact with the side of his neck, brushing against his soft skin.

“This ones huge…I’m sorry.” You say, not sounding entirely sorry. A slight smirk graces your features.

“Ha, you don’t look very sorry.” Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, “Plus, you don’t even want to see what I did to you.”

You retreat your hand back to touch your own skin, you shuffle out of the sheets and stand from the bed. You walk towards the little mirror over by Jungkook’s closet and take a look.

You audibly gasp, the purple marks that spread across your neck and collarbone are ones for the books.

“What the hell Jeon! How am I supposed to walk out of here today! Everyone’s going to see this!” you gesture towards yourself. “Oh my god.” You turn back to look in the mirror. “This is horrible.”

Jungkook leaves the bed to join you at the mirror,

“Holy shit.” He looks at himself, “I’m not any better!” he throws his hands up but he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing! You watch in disbelief as he chuckles the fucking day away.

You watch him and you can’t help but start to laugh too. This is just so ridiculous.

“Wait wait…” Jungkook calms down, suddenly becoming serious. “We didn’t do anything else…right?”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn’t you also remember?”

“You’re the girl! Can’t you like tell…if we…” He motions his hands between your bodies.

“Oh my god. No, we didn’t do anything else. Do you really not remember everything?” you ask with a frown.

“I feel like I do…but I was just being you know, sure.”

Jungkook wishes he could remember everything in great detail but the reality is he was really drunk and some moments are hazier than others. Which is a fucking shame because he wants to remember the first moment you caressed his skin to his lips on yours.

“Do you remember everything?”

“I remember enough.” You admit.

You were drunk, yes. But the memory of you and Jungkook is almost crystal clear and fresh in your mind.

“Bottom line is…we were really drunk and drunk people do stuff like that all the time.” Your hands go to your hips, “I mean, I’ve literally made out with Trina before. Don’t feel special.” You wink, your tone is light and teasing and Jungkook finds you amusing.

“Just two drunk idiots.” Jungkook grins. “So no acting weird.”

“I won’t be weird, will you?”

“I’ll try my best.” He chuckles.

“I’m serious Jungkook, we can be cool about this…” you give him a smile, “It’s not like we haven’t—”

“Stop…” Jungkook lifts his hand up, “I get it.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Your small smile fades, your heart pinches. He never wants to talk about it, did he hate it that much?

“Right…” You begin walking closer towards him and he steps back, your heart pinching once again. “Well, lend me a fucking turtle neck or something so I can get outta here.”

Jungkook smirks down at you as he walks to his closet.

“Fine. Hopefully I have two…I have a black and a white one right?” he asks you from inside his closet.

“Shit, I think I have your white one at my place…”

“I don’t think Nick owns any…”

“Why do you need one? Just stay home today.”

“I’m supposed to meet Vanessa later…”

Your heart doesn’t just pinch this time, it sinks. Deep down into your lower belly until its falling to the ground.

“Oh.”

“I’ll find a scarf or some shit.”

“I’ll bring you your white one, don’t worry.”

“Really? Thanks y/n.” Jungkook walks out of his closet smiling at you, his black turtle neck draped over his arm. “Here.” He hands it over to you.

“Turn around.”

Jungkook raises a brow at you until realization hits him.

“Okay.” He whispers out.

You quickly change into the long sleeve shirt and let Jungkook know he can turn back around.

“I feel like I should make you breakfast or something…” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, standing here awkwardly.

“Really Jungkook?” you laugh out, “And what would you make me?”

“I think Nick has some toaster waffles.” Jungkook offers with a grin.

“I’m good. I’m gonna head out but I will be back with your shirt!”

“Sounds good, I’ll walk you out.”

You two nod at one another, exiting the bedroom and walking towards the front door. You stop to say goodbye and Jungkook steps into your space, wrapping his arms around you.

“See you in a bit.” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You pull back and smile at him. “See you in a bit.”

~~~~~

“Why the fuck are you wearing a black turtle neck in the middle of August?”

It’s Trina, if you haven’t guessed. It’s the first thing you hear when you step into your apartment, she is over to hang with Holly you’re assuming.

“I was a bit chilly.” You lie through your teeth, giving her a strained smile.

“Take it off.” Trina commands.

“Trina…” Holly warns softly, she’s got her hand on Trina’s shoulder and you can’t help but giggle.

“Wait, your date was last night, right? With this ‘Min Yoongi’? Ooooh, did things go well?” Trina whistles out.

“It wasn’t a date, I already told you…” you whine as you walk into the living room, sitting on the sofa.

“But it did go well! I had a really nice time.” You admit softly, smiling at the memory of your ‘thank you outing’. “He’s so cool and so sweet.” Your eyes light up, “He owns the record shop a few shops away from the bakery!”

“Owns it? Like it’s his?” Holly asks, she shares a pleased smile with Trina.

“Yes, like it’s his.”

“He sounds like a man. Marry him.” Trina gives you an aggresive thumbs up.

“Chill dude.” You laugh. “I think he and I could become really good friends…and…”

“And?”

“Well, you never know.” Your eyes shift to the side as you smirk. “The world is full of mystery.”

Trina smiles brightly, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

“I’m saying that there’s not not a chance…”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Trina lifts up Holly’s hand and high fives herself with it. “Whatever isn’t Jungkook.” She finishes with a grin and you feel your whole body go stiff.

“Trina…” you frown, “I really don’t like when you say stuff like that. Jungkook is a good person. He just…he messed up, yes. But he’s trying.”

“He hurt you.” Trina’s tone goes serious. “How could you forgive him for that?”

“I’m trying too. But I am able to try because I know him…he wouldn’t just hurt me without him having his own reasons…and I love him, T. Like as friends, of course but also…”

“I know.” Trina goes soft, “I know.”

Holly clasps her hands together, “And that’s that! How about we make some food and chit chat some more over some mimosas!”

“I love that idea.” You say.

“But seriously girl, please go change out of that turtle neck…you’re making me sweat just looking at you.” Trina says.

Right, the turtle neck. You told Jungkook you would drop off his white one…well, you gotta find it first.

“Okay, but I have to run an errand first then we can hang.”

“An errand?” Both girls look at you quizzically.

“Don’t worry about it.” Great, now you sound like Jungkook.

~~~~~

Within the hour you are quickly dropping off Jungkook’s shirt off at his place and going back to yours. He answered the door in nothing but his towel again and you tried so hard not to drool. You recall the night before when your fingers were dragging down his chest and his toned stomach. You felt every ab beneath your fingertips. Fuck, that felt good. You’re home now, you shake your head trying to rid yourself of thoughts of Jungkook’s body. But with a body like that? It’s so so hard. Just like how he was…STOP. You shake off these thoughts and try to pay attention to what Holly is saying.

“—And then I turned it in anyway and still got an A!”

“That’s amazing Holly.” You say, trying to act like you weren’t just having impure thoughts.

“Yeah, you totally kick ass.” Trina says.

You girls are a few mimosas in, you feel the champagne starting to work its wonderful magic on you but unfortunately it is making you start to sweat. You want to take off this damn turtleneck.

“I’ll be right back.” You say quickly before retreating to your bedroom. You find a baggy t-shirt and slip it on. This feels much better! But god damn. These marks on your skin are something else. You rush to the bathroom and try to cover some with makeup but it’s hardly helping. Fuck.

“Welp, maybe they won’t notice.” You whisper to yourself.

You walk back out into the living room and you notice both Holly and Trina’s eyes go comically wide.

“Wow, that date did go better than you thought!” Trina starts whooping and hollering.

“Wow y/n.” Holly really does look shocked.

Okay, so maybe they did notice. You feel so self conscious all of the sudden, your hands flying up to your neck to cover yourself.

“It’s—It’s not what it looks like.” You stammer out.

“It looks like this Yoongi guy is really into marking!” Trina yells out with a grin.

“Yoongi is really into marking…” Holly eyes you with horror in her eyes.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!” Trina begins chanting, she looks over at Holly and lightly taps her thigh to get her to start chanting the name as well.

“Guys…” You whine into your hands, “It wasn’t Yoongi.” You must be admitting that because you’ve had a few mimosas.

Silence. The room falls undeniably quiet.

“Wait what?” Trina asks, her wide grin beginning to fade.

“Did you meet with someone else last night?” Holly begins to pry.

“Did you go to a bar or something and meet a rando?”

“Did you bump into someone on the street?”

“Did you call up and old boyfriend? An old hookup?”

“Guys!” You yell out, “I met up with Jungkook last night!”

Once again, the room goes silent.

“You what?” Trina asks plainly, “What does that have to do with the hickeys on your neck?”

“Really Trina?” your head falls into your hands, “We kind of…”

“You guys fucked? Really?” Trina’s serious tone is back.

“No! We just got really drunk and made out! That’s it!”

“But is that really it for you?” To your surprise, it’s Holly who asks this.

“It’s fine. We were just drunk. We decided not to be weird about it. And we won’t.”

“How can you be sure of that?” Trina asks, her voice gone soft.

“Because I will text him in a few days, he’s going to text back. Or I’ll call and he will answer like normal. I’ll ask to hang out or something and we will just be two friends who hang. It will go just like that!”

Except it doesn’t go like that at all. A few days pass and you decided to text Jungkook in the morning after you woke up. You don’t expect to hear back from him for a couple of hours since he will probably sleep in. But hours and hours go by and it’s the afternoon now and you still haven’t heard from him.

“You have reached the voicemail box of…” You click the end button on your phone again for like, the 6thtime. Why isn’t Jungkook answering? It’s a Wednesday afternoon, you know you remember him saying he had today off for some reason so what is he up to? Even if he was with Vanessa, would he really ignore you like this? 6 calls in a row?

You decide to try Jimin, maybe they’re together. You look him up in your ‘Favorites’ and click clack away to calling him. After several rings the boy finally answers,

“Hey.” He says somewhat out of breath, “I’m working, what’s up?”

“Hey it’s nothing really…” you begin, “But have you heard from Jungkook…? I can’t get a hold of him…”

“Huh? No? Maybe he’s just, I don’t know, busy babe.” You can hear Jimin directing some poor child of his wrong moves on the other side of the phone.

“Look, I gotta go. But just try again in a little while, okay?”

“Can you try calling him for me?”

“Huh? Uh, sure. I’ll let you know later. Love you, bye.” Jimin hangs up and you’re left with your phone to your ear, talking to no one.

It’s Wednesday evening now, you and Holly are sharing a pie while watching some weird show on Netflix that Holly insists is good. You’re three episodes in and you’re starting to wonder when the ‘good’ part happens. It’s mostly just been weird but Holly seems invested in it. You’re trying to keep your mind busy, the thought of Jungkook making you feel antsy. You just wanted to call and see if he wanted to chill together…to prove things aren’t going to be weird between you two. Is he really going to be so fucking immature? Big deal, you made out. But to go this far to ignore you? You can’t help but feel so fucking anxious. He won’t ghost you again right?

You mindlessly stick your fork in the pie repeatedly when you feel your phone buzz. Thank God, some sort of reason to look away from this show, you think.

Jimin 6:22pm

Hey, I got a hold of Jungkook…

What the hell? So he answered to Jimin?!

Jimin 6:22pm

It’s probably best to let him be today babe, today is…not a good day

You click off your phone and throw it on the cushion to your side because what the hell does that mean? Not a good day? If he’s not having a good day then shouldn’t he like, lean on you? Wait, you’re asking for too much right? You mean, you’re the one who set boundaries. But if he’s having a bad day why ignore you? You throw the fork in the pie and set it next to Holly, she looks at you mortified that you would just throw your fucking fork. You stand to your feet and start heading to your room.

“Uh, where are you going? Things are just getting good.” Holly whines.

“I’ll be back in a little while Hol, just gotta do something real quick.” You call out from behind you, entering your room to change into some clean clothes.

Once you’re ready you grab your purse and your keys and head towards the front door, and out to your car.

It’s a really quick drive to Jungkook’s apartment, he lives so close to you it’s ridiculous. He couldn’t find an apartment that was further away from his old one? Well, still…you’re grateful it’s a short drive. You wonder how you’ll confront Jungkook. He isn’t the best at opening up so you have to go about this strategically. But knowing you, you’ll be anything but strategic. It’s just with Jungkook you really have to force it out of him—whatever it is. Even then you may get nothing.

You find a parking spot a little a ways from the building, it’s a nice refreshing two minute walk to get inside to find and ride the elevator. You remember riding this elevator with nick and oh god, cringe. You cringe so fucking hard. Speak of the devil, he’s who answers the front door after your insistent knocking.

“Oh hey y/n. What’s up?” Nick’s eyes dart from you to the rest of the hallway. “Is it just you?” he asks, “Jungkook isn’t here…”

“Can I wait inside until he gets home?” you blurt out.

“Uh, sure…” Nick opens the door wider for you to enter. You breeze past him, taking off your shoes at the entrance and make your way to the couch. Damn, you are a woman on a mission.

“Can I get you some water?” Nick offers as he closes the door.

“Sure.”

Nick comes into the living room with a glass full of water and you couldn’t be more grateful. You didn’t even realize how dry your mouth has gotten, the anticipation of Jungkook’s arrival making you nervous.

“Do you know where he went?” you take the glass from Nick and gulp down like half the glass. “He hasn’t answered me all day.”

“Wait, he doesn’t know you’re here?” Nick asks in panicked surprise. “Should you really be here? He might be with Vanessa or like, coming back with her…”

“It’s fine. I’m waiting, is that okay?” you nibble on your lips, waiting for his response.

“Yeah, I guess.” Nick shrugs, “I’ll be in my room if that’s okay? You can watch whatever on TV or like, whatever.” He smiles at you, gesturing towards the TV.

“I’ll be fine Nick.” You smile back.

More than an hour passes, a god damn miserable hour of you sitting on Jungkook and Nicks couch when you finally hear the front door being unlocked. Jungkook.

You straighten up when you hear the door beginning to open, the soft creak sounding a million times louder in your ears.

Jungkook walks through and you notice he is alone, and you sigh in relief. His shoulders are slumped and his head hangs low as he takes his shoes off and you immediately sink in your spot. What’s with him? So, you stand to your feet and clear your throat and he doesn’t even flinch. He just continues walking inside, finding his way into the kitchen. You watch as he opens up a cabinet and reaches for a glass, next he’s fishing the fridge for some fresh water and filling up his cup. He takes a few sips of his water before his dark eyes find you.

“What are you doing here?” his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“You went ghost on me today…I was worried.” You leave the living room to walk into the kitchen as well.

“I…” he begins as he sets the glass on the counter. “I didn’t ghost you.”

“How could I be so sure?” you step closer to him, “How come you answered Jimin but not me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words, like a deer caught in headlights. He blinks at you repeatedly until he tries forming words.

“It’s nothing personal.” He settles for. “Can we talk tomorrow, y/n?”

“Where did you go today?” God, why do you sound like some weird, possessive girlfriend? You cringe at your own words.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jungkook’s eyes darken again, his voice low.

“It matters to me.”

Jungkook looks down at the floor and you notice him take a few deep breaths, like he is struggling to find a steady one.

“Talk to me, Jungkook.” You reach out to him, your fingers finding his and he flinches at your touch. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

“I….” Jungkook’s voice cracks and you wish you could bring him in to hug you but you don’t. You just let him continue.

“I…have nothing to say.”

Oh. Of course. Of fucking course. Of course Jungkook chooses to stay silent. Of course he chooses not to talk to you.

“Is it Vanessa?” you finally find the courage to ask, “Did you two break—”

“No, we’re fine.” He cuts in. Jungkook frees himself from your hand and looks up at you with a strained smile, “I’m fine, y/n.”

Now, you shouldn’t feel upset. Or angry. But you do, you fucking do. It’s been almost 4 years of this same bullshit where he cannot open up to you and its starting to feel insulting.

“You’re…” you step closer to him again but he takes a step back until he’s backed into the counter. “You aren’t fine. Please talk to me, Jungkook.” You try to say calmly but you think the rage is a little evident in your voice.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, not knowing what you mean by that. Yeah, that was a stupid thing to assume but you aren’t smart right now.

“You can’t confide in girls because you have trust issues? You know, because of your mom…how she left you…”

“Stop.”

“That’s it right?” You volume increases as your anger shows, “Are you fucking serious? When have I ever made you feel like you couldn’t trust me? When have I ever fucking left you?”

“Shut up.”

“No! And yeah your mom left you so you like, don’t trust girls I guess but god damn, Jungkook maybe it’s time to get over—”

“I said shut up!” Jungkook’s voice rises to a volume you have never experienced with him before.

“Have you tried looking for her?” you continue to speak, not realizing you are making everything worse.

“I know where she is.” He states, his nostrils flaring.

You flail your arms around, “Then go fucking talk to her.”

Jungkook looks at you with an unreadable expression, his shoulders to his ears and his fists balled up at his sides. He’s quiet. Too quiet. His breaths are beyond shaky and you finally notice it.

Jungkook’s eyes are glossed over and you think you may have gone too far. His lip begins trembling and he tries to speak but no words come out. He struggles to speak to you and it makes you blink at him like an idiot. Why can’t he speak?

“Jung—”

Jungkook lifts a hand up to stop you from talking any further. He inhales sharp breaths and releases shaky ones. His eyes are full of tears but none fall. He stares down at the ground just trying to do something as easy as breathing, but he falls short.

“Jung—”

“Please.” He croaks out. Jungkook walks to the couch and sits down, his head falling into his hands and you aren’t entirely sure at first but after a few moments you really realize…he is softly and quietly crying. Your Jungkook who never cries in front of anyone is sitting on his living room couch crying. You’re speechless. You also don’t know what to do. Do you try to comfort him? Do you leave him alone? But how could you leave him alone when he sits on his fucking living room couch sniffling away?

You hesitantly walk towards the sofa and take a seat next to him. He doesn’t lift his head to look at you, just continues crying into his hands. You don’t have to think about it, you reach your hand to rub soothing circles on his back and start whispering words of comfort in his ear.

Several moments pass when Jungkook finally lifts his head from his hands, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Mom…” he clears his throat. “Mom didn’t just leave us. She left everything. She left me.”

“I know Jungkook…I’m sorry… I just lashed out on you, you can heal at your own pace and if she wants to see you again, she will.” You continue to rub his back.

“No, you don’t get it.” Jungkook murmurs. “Mom was hurting a lot. You know?” he begins to get choked up, his throat burning.

“Dad cheated, yes. But he was also neglectful of her and she was in a lot of pain,” he sniffs repeatedly, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“She felt like she had no one, not even me.” Jungkook face scrunches up as he resists more tears.

“She couldn’t even rely on me.”

Fuck. You know where this is going. It is all starting to make sense.

“Mom killed herself when I was 16.” Jungkook finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was too afraid to say it out loud. Like it made it more real.

“Dad didn’t take it well…he started drinking and I rarely saw him around…I had to take care of myself.” Jungkook finally lets the tears fall.

“I hated him. I still do.” Jungkook clenches his jaw.

You sit on the couch unable to comprehend what Jungkook has gone through. You feel like the biggest bitch alive. You forced your best friend to reopen his wounds in front of you and you had the audacity to pour salt in them.

“Jungkook I’m so—”

“Forget it.” He’s quick to cut you off. You stare at him with wide eyes, your own tears staining your cheeks.

“Please leave me alone for a while.” He whispers and immediately you stop him from rising from the couch.

“No!” you pull him back down. He doesn’t even resist, he falls back to your side and you lead his head to rest on your beating chest.

“I’m here for you, Jungkook.”

And that’s it. That’s what it took for Jungkook to scrunch and twist his face until more tears begin flowing out of his swollen eyes. He cries into your shirt, wetting the material.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You pat his head, your fingers weaving through his dark locks.

Jungkook cries like this for several minutes, until he’s wiping away his tears and snot with his shirt sleeve. He rises from your chest and looks at you with a painful expression.

��Today is mom’s birthday.” He admits.

Fuck.

“I went to her grave today…” he sniffles, “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. It’s just…” he starts crying again, “Saying it out loud. Makes it real, don’t you think?” His face is swollen and puffy from his tears and you can’t stop your own tears from sliding down your cheeks.

“Jungkook, I’m so, so sorry.” You feel awful. You can’t even fathom what he has gone through…

“It’s okay, this was bound to happen eventually right?” he laughs awkwardly, snot still dripping from his nose.

“I shouldn’t have forced it out of you…God, I am so sorry.”

“I…” Jungkook’s eyes refill with tears as he tries to speak again, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I really am. I tried so many times but I just couldn’t say it out loud. I just couldn’t.” The tears fall down his face once again, “I tried.” He begins to cry harder. “I really tried y/n.”

You heart breaks. This is a sight you never want to see again but if anyone has to see it you want it to be you.

“Baby…” you whisper. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“You’d never leave me…right?” Jungkook chokes on his words as he speaks. “I couldn’t handle it.”

You shut your eyes as you think about what Jungkook has gone through. You think about why he’s been so closed off and why he has troubles with people sometimes—especially girls.

“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” You say in promise. “You’re too important to me.”

Jungkook’s face falls back into your chest, he cries into your shirt for several more minutes as you rub his back and play with his hair.

“Wasn’t I important to mom too?” You hear him whisper.

Your heart breaks even more.

“Of course you were, Jungkook.” You try to save, “I know she must have loved you a lot.”

“Then why?”

“She must of thought you were going to be strong enough without her…” Your fingers thread through his hair again, “And you are. But you know, you aren’t completely without her…” Your hand goes to his chest, over his beating heart.

“She’s here too, with you.”

And with that, Jungkook sobs harder. Like, it’s the first time he’s cried over this. And you wonder if it is. He’s gripping on to your shirt so tightly as he releases intense sob after the other. Your heart continues to fucking break.

“I’m here. I’m here.”

It’s been quiet the last 30 minutes, neither you nor Jungkook have spoken. He’s not even crying anymore, just lightly sniffling every now and then. You wonder if he has fallen asleep. You wouldn’t be surprised, all that crying will take out all the energy out of a person…

You lean your head down to get a look at Jungkook’s peaceful face…he is sleeping. You feel yourself relax as you continue to play with his hair. He needs the rest, you think.

You feel your own eye lids getting heavy and you let yourself fall asleep as well. Jungkook snuggles deeper into your side, his face nuzzling in your chest and you hold him tighter. You two sleep like this for many hours until you’re being woken up at the sound of the blender going.

The living room is lit up with sunlight and your eyes blink lazily. You realize Jungkook isn’t sleeping with you anymore and you start to panic. Where did he go? Then the blender goes off again and you decide to stand from the couch, even though your body feels so heavy.

Jungkook is in the kitchen when you walk over, he’s got his back turned to you and you creep up behind him.

“Boo.” You say, wrapping your arms around him.

“When will you realize that will never work on me?” Jungkook lightly chuckles, “Sorry to wake you up. I figure I could make us some fruit smoothies.” He turns around in your hold. You eye him up and notice how puffy his eyes are and you feel your heart drop.

“Fruit smoothie sounds delicious.” You squeeze him tighter and Jungkook laughs a wonderful laugh. It’s loud and full and filled with joy.

“Hug me back.”

Jungkook smiles down at you and circles his arms around your waist, “Sorry, sorry.”

You smile back up at him and lean your head on his body, he feels so warm it could melt you.

“About last night…” Jungkook begins pulling away from you, “I’m sorry I kind of…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” You cut in. “It’s my fault.”

“No y/n…I’m glad things happened the way they did. I actually feel so much better.” He admits, “Lighter, even.”

“Oh? Well, good. But I am still so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay baby.” He goes back in to hug you tighter. You feel his strong arms hold on to you and you want to stay like this forever. You would if you could. But—

“Shit. What time is it?” You step back from him, digging in your pocket for your phone. “Holy hell, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Then get going. I’ll text you later?” Jungkook asks with hope filling his eyes.

“Yeah.” You smile.

~~~~~~

Work was lame as usual, nothing eventful happened. Yoongi must have been too busy at the shop today since he didn’t come in for cookies. You decide you will go see him at the record shop tomorrow but for now…you’re dealing with something else—someone else.

“Oh? You thought Trina wouldn’t tell me?” It’s Jimin. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with a popsicle between his lips. “Huh Miss Hickeys?”

“Jimin.” You drag his name out, “It’s not a big deal!” you throw your hands up in exasperation. “We were just really drunk and it didn’t mean anything. Just two drunk idiots.”

“Idiots, for sure.” Jimin sucks on the tip of the popsicle while he speaks.

“Seriously, it isn’t a big deal. We’re both over it.”

“Are you? You like him and he…fuck, this is getting so ridiculous. Promise me, just promise me…you will tell him the truth? You might be sur—”

“Jimin, stop.”

Jimin huffs out a deep, long breath and rolls his eyes at you.

“No.” he says matter of fact. “I won’t stop until you two talk.”

“Anyway there’s something more important we need to talk about…” you begin, “He told me about his mom.”

Jimin’s expression goes from shocked to guilty. He takes a few moments to finish the popsicle, biting the last inch or two and throwing the stick in the trashcan.

“I know. He told me.”

“Oh.”

“He’s been wanting to tell you for a long time y/n…but he just—”

“I know. It must have been really hard for him…all this time…”

“Yeah.” Jimin bows his head, “Me and Tae are the only ones who know because we were friends with him when it happened. That’s the only reason why or else I’m not sure anyone would know.”

“Is that…is that Jungkook’s secret? That you three…”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he realizes what you are talking about.

“N-No.” He admits softly, “That’s something else. That’s something Jungkook will definitely have to tell you on his own and trust me if you guys just talked…”

You tilt your head in confusion. What’s the correlation?

“Anyway, Jimin has Jungkook ever cried to you? About it all?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“He didn’t even cry at the funeral y/n.”

Fuck. You had a feeling. But knowing for sure is a whole other thing. The way Jungkook broke down in front of you felt like it was his first time and maybe it was and that makes your heart ache.

“Did he…cry? In front of you?” Jimin asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…”

“Oh… he must really trust you.”

You only nod your head in response.

“If you guys just learned to communicate better…I’m really rooting for you two.”

Your heart swells at Jimin’s little confession and you nod your head again, this time with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Thanks Jimin.” Finally, you feel supported. And it makes you breathe just a little easier.

“I know things haven’t always been easy with you two ever since the Tae thing…but honestly this goes back even further. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. We…I don’t know what’s with us.” You chuckle bitterly.

“I do. And I am going to force you two to talk one of these days. I swear on it. I will give you guys some time but damn babe, this is just…” Jimin releases a long breath. “Just don’t give up, okay?”

“Can’t you just tell me?” you don’t mean to sound like you are begging but you kind of do.

“No. It’s truly truly not my place.”

“I can’t just assume what you are talking about, you know? I can’t hope for the best then get crushed. That’s too scary, Jimin.”

“I understand babe.” Jimin scoots closer to you until he’s within arms-reach and caresses your calve. “Just talk to him, please.”

“Too scary.”

“One of these days one of you will have the courage.”

~~~~~~

“And what could be in this little baggy of yours?” Yoongi grins, showing his wonderful gummy smile.

“I brought you 2 cookies Mister Oatmeal Raisin!” You shake the little bag in front of his face in a teasing manner and he chuckles.

“What did I do to deserve your kindness?” He takes the baggy from you and inspects both cookies. “You decided not to be bratty today?” he questions with a smile. “These cookies are perfect.”

You decided to visit the record shop today, on this fine afternoon. It’s one of those days where it’s cloudy and looks like it could rain but it never does. You love days like that.

“This place looks so nice!” you say, bobbing your head around to get a proper look.

“There’s a section where you can sit and drink coffee…it’s not much but its cozy. Wanna check it out?” Yoongi offers, gesturing towards the other side of the shop.

“Yeah.” You say, “Lead the way.”

He guides you to the other side of the shop next to a window. There’s a table for two and he’s right—it is cozy looking.

You sit down and wait for Yoongi as he fetches two coffees, which you are so excited about since you have a fucking addiction.

He sets a cup down in front of you and takes his seat.

“So any new happy moments in life? Anything new to be grateful for?”

“I—”

“That’s a trick question,” Yoongi’s eyes go small as he smiles widely, “There’s always new moments to be grateful for.”

You can’t help but laugh, you bring the steaming hot coffee to your mouth and you blow on the liquid multiple times before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

“Yes I guess so.” You smile.

“And what are they?”

“I’m grateful the sun is hiding today, I like the clouds a lot.”

“I love that.” Yoongi takes a sip of his own coffee. “What else?”

“I’m happy you brought me coffee.”

“I’m glad I somehow made it on your list of things.”

“What about you?” you ask.

“I’m grateful my A.C is working again!” he laughs, “It was actually broken for a couple days and I had like 5 fans plugged in around the place. I don’t think anyone wanted to come in here.”

“Oh no! Well, I’m glad it’s working!”

“How are things with your friend Jungkook? You guys were complicated last time I checked.”

You raise your brows in surprise that Yoongi would bring up Jungkook. But somehow you also aren’t surprised, it seems Yoongi takes a genuine interest in your life.

“We’re actually doing okay…” You bring the coffee back to your lips, taking another sip when—

“Have you told him your feelings yet?” Yoongi casually takes a gulp of coffee as you choke on yours.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry…was that too forward?” Yoongi sets his cup down. “To be fair, you both are very obvious.

“What do you means us ‘both’?” You grab a napkin and wipe your chin where coffee dribbled.

“He clearly likes you too.” Yoongi stares at you as you stare back with a blank expression, and he laughs. “You two remind me of myself and someone I used to know.”

“Used to?”

“We were never on the same page…too many missed opportunities that it ruined anything we could have had.” Yoongi frowns for a split second before breaking out into a soft, gummy smile. “I’d hate to see that happen to you.”

“Yoongi—”

“But if it does then better for me?” he whispers with a smile in his voice.

“What do you mean by—”

“Oh. But he has a girlfriend, right?” Yoongi cuts you off with his question.

“Not exactly but basically…”

Vanessa. Your stomach drops at the mention of her and you hate it. Why does she have to have such a strong affect on you? Why does she even have to exist? You mean, she can exist but maybe not in your life—or Jungkook’s life.

Suddenly, the doors bell goes off with a ding and Yoongi is smiling brightly at whoever just walked in. You continue to sip your coffee not giving it much mind.

“Taehyung!” Yoongi shouts out, standing from his chair to wave over his friend.

Wait, Taehyung? He can’t mean the same Taehyung—

“y/n?”

Oh shit. You turn around in your seat and your face falls when you see him. Even on this cloudy day his skin is so golden like the sun is shining down on him, he looks bright and beautiful. As usual.

“Hi Taehyung.” You wave awkwardly. He can immediately tell how uncomfortable you are, his face deepening into a frown.

“I can come by later…” he offers to you.

“No, no. Don’t be ridiculous.” You try smiling but it’s quite tense.

Yoongi looks between you two and he points between your bodies.

“You two know each other?”

“We went to school together, had mutual friends blah blah blah.” You say.

Taehyung only agrees with the nod of his head. Yoongi blinks at your two and opens his mouth to say ‘Ah.’ And heads to the back for another cup of coffee.

“How have you been y/n?” Taehyung asks awkwardly, he shifts from one foot to the other as he stands here.

“Pretty good, I think.”

“You think?” he chuckles. “Hey, sorry if my texts bother you…”

“They don’t.” you say honestly. “Sorry I don’t always reply.”

“It’s okay, I understand. How’s…Jungkook?” Taehyung eyes shoot down to the floor. “He doesn’t answer my texts either. It really hurts to see years of friendship go down the drain…”

“He’s mad at you Tae,” You begin, “But I think one of these days he will chill out.” You laugh and this makes Taehyung ease up.

“He really fucking loves you.”

“Well we are best friends… sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“We kind of stopped talking for a little while but we’re back to being friends.” You try explaining but Yoongi is walking back in with a cup of coffee in hand. He hands it to Taehyung, which he accepts gratefully.

“You’re here for that new Jazz mix record, right? I have it behind the counter for you.” Yoongi says to Taehyung and Taehyung only gives him a thumbs up. He eyes you curiously, wondering what the hell happened between you and Jungkook.

“I have to get back to work boys!” You stand from the table, “Thanks for the coffee Yoongs”

Yoongi smiles at the new nickname.

“And maybe I’ll see you around, Tae?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung gives you his signature boxy grins and you feel like maybe things all around are getting better. Just maybe.

~~~~~

Jungkook has his hands knotted in Vanessa’s hair as she chokes on his cock, her lips wrapped around it fully.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines out, “I’m so close.”

Vanessa only moans in response, she continues to bob her head up and down on his dick making his orgasm approach quickly.

“Gonna come, gonna come.”

And he does, he comes down her throat and she swallows it all perfectly. Only a drop or two left behind on her lips which she quickly wipes away with her fingers.

Vanessa stands to her feet and Jungkook pulls her in for a quick kiss.

“That was good…” he says, somewhat out of breath.

“Glad.” She says smoothly, going in for another kiss. This time she lingers, her lips lasting for a moment longer on his.

Vanessa’s fingers brush against his neck, she traces the outline of one last bruise left on the side below his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she smiles coyly. “You two sure are weird.” She says flatly.

“Vanessa…”

“It’s fine. I know you know I still see him. It’s not like we agreed to be exclusive.” She taps her skinny fingers on his chest.

“But we are trying aren’t we? To make this work?”

“You aren’t trying very hard, are you?” the amusement in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“He cheated on you, Vanessa. Why are you still seeing him? I thought you said he has a girlfriend now?”

Vanessa pauses her tapping on his chest, her eyes go wide for a second. Like, for a second she wasn’t void of emotion.

“He does.” She says smoothly before she begins tapping her fingers against his chest again.

“He cheated on me with this girl.” She admits, “Little does this bitch know—”

“Is that healthy? Getting revenge?” Jungkook asks, concern lacing his voice.

Vanessa continues to tap her fingers as she narrows her eyes at Jungkook.

“You want to talk to me about what’s healthy?” her empty laugh fills the room.

“I want you to stop.” Jungkook’s hands go to her hips, “Let’s be exclusive, Vanessa.”

“I can’t stop…” she whispers softly, “I can’t let go.”

Jungkook observes Vanessa for a few moments, she looks as vulnerable as she did the first time she talked about her ex with him. He feels sorry for her. He really does want her to move on, for her own sake.

“You can move forward, Vanessa. You have me.”

Vanessa looks into his eyes, studying his serious expression. She can tell he means well but…she doesn’t have him. She never will.

“Please Vanessa, we can make this work.” He begs, yes begs.

Vanessa tilts her head to the side. Oh? This must be his desperation talking, she thinks. His desperation to get over you. She knows this. And she doesn’t hold it against him and instead she decides to help him.

“Okay, let’s make this work.”

~~~~~~~

y/n 8:09pm

On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you wanna watch spirited away right now?

Jungkook 8:15pm

11 girl don’t play

y/n 8:16pm

I thought so, I think this means you need to come over and watch it w meeee

Jungkook 8:20pm

Lemme shower and I’ll be over:)

y/n 8:22pm

Bring beer pllllssss

Jungkook 8:42pm

On my way

y/n 8:45pm

Drive safe bb

It’s around 9pm exactly when you hear soft knocking on the front door. You scurry towards the door and open it, finding Jungkook on the other side. He is wearing your favorite gray puma sweat suit and his hair is wavy and damp. He smiles at you when he sees you eyeing him up and down.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

“Wow, what a classic line Jungkook. Real original.” You scoff, letting the boy through.

Jungkook walks in, setting down a case of beer on the breakfast table.

“I brought our favorite.” He gestures towards the beer on the table. “Let’s drink it while it’s nice and chilly.”

“Agreed. I already have the movie set up.” You point towards the T.V “Ready for our viewing pleasure.”

“Where’s Holly?” Jungkook takes two beers from the case, handing one over to you.

“Her and Trina went out to some bar, I didn’t feel like going.” You take the beer and twist off the cap, Jungkook does the same. You two clank the bottles together in cheers and take a few sips.

“Ah.” You say, the refreshing beer making you feel well, refreshed.

“Because you don’t feel like going to a bar? Or because you would rather hang out with me?” Jungkook smirks, taking another sip of his beer.

“Because I didn’t feel like getting pretty.” You bring the beer to your lips, but you don’t drink from the bottle, just waiting for a response instead.

“You’re always pretty.”

You take a sip of the beer, feeling satisfied with his response. “I know.” You half joke.

“Let’s go to a bar.” Jungkook blurts out.

“W-What?”

“Let’s go in our lounge clothes.” He smiles, “Let’s just do it.”

“No!” you laugh out, “We look like slobs. Well, I do. You look…” your hand motions towards his body, “You know, you look…”

“Are you trying to say I’m hot, y/n?” Jungkook’s sly smile grows as he drinks his beer.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out.

“Well, I think the same of you. So let’s go.”

You can’t help but laugh, you continue to drink your beer back, the liquid settling nicely.

“Okay. Fuck it, let’s do it.” You can’t help but grin, the idea of going to a bar in yoga pants and a t shirt with your sort of best friend sounds so great to you.

“But maybe a little makeup…” Jungkook starts chuckling as you hit his arm with your fist.

“Shut up.”

The bar is mostly pretty casual, maybe not as casual as you and Jungkook but still casual.

Only a small handful of people are actually dressed nicely, but mostly are in jeans and nice shirts. Somehow Jungkook is still the hottest guy here. Even in his sweat suit. You’re surprised you two even got let in, does this place not have some sort of dress code? Guess not.

It’s pretty loud inside, the place has a live band and a decent dance floor. You and Jungkook head towards the bar and take your seats.

The bartender takes a few minutes to reach you two and when she does she automatically nods at Jungkook for his order.

“Two long islands please.” He says, he smirks towards you and you smile back. Long islands? Oh you’re getting drunk drunk tonight.

“You got it.” She smiles at him with all her teeth, and turns around to start mixing the drinks.

“Long islands, huh?” you rest your head in your hand on the bar top.

“I figure neither of us are driving tonight, we might as well go hard.” Jungkook smiles at you. “I’ll buy this first round?”

“Sounds good to me.” You bump fists with Jungkook with a wide smile. “Wanna make a bet?”

“What’s that?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you.

“I bet you $5 that by the end of the night the bartender will hit on you.”

“But I also bet $5 that the bartender will hit on me.” Jungkook pouts.

You stare at him in disbelief at his cockiness and you burst out into giggles.

“Fair enough.” You say between laughs.

The bartender slides two drinks to you and Jungkook, she twists and twirls her hair in her fingers as she asks Jungkook how it tastes. He takes a sip and gives her a thumbs up, you can’t help but snicker.

“Can we also get two tequila shots?” you wave at the bartender. She turns to face you and frowns.

“Sure.” She puts on a fake smile and turns to fill up two shot glasses with tequila. She sets them in front of you a Jungkook and tells you the amount due.

“Tequila shots? Are we trying to fucking die tonight?” Jungkook chuckles from beside you. He grabs two limes and hands you one.

“To us.” You say, lifting your shot in the air.

“To you.” Jungkook whispers as you clank glasses and throw back the shots.

Holy shit, you are fucking wasted. After several tequila shots and a few long islands you and Jungkook are barely holding on. Okay, fine. It’s not that bad. But you guys are really drunk!

His hand hasn’t left your waist for hours, and it feels so fucking nice. It feels perfect. It feels right.

“y/n?” a voice calls out to you. You know this voice, really well in fact.

“Taehyung!” you cheer. You stumble forward and go in for a high five and his drunk ass high fives you back.

“Fancy seeing you again.” You giggle.

Jungkook’s hand grips your waist tighter as he narrows his eyes at Taehyung.

“What do you mean again?” Jungkook asks, his voice low.

“We ran into each other at my friend Yoongi’s” you slur out.

“Hi Jungkookie.” Taehyung awkwardly sways back and forth, his words also slurred. It’s obvious he’s on the same level as drunk as you.

“…Hey.” Jungkook hesitates to respond, he looks between you two. “y/n…is this okay? Talking to him?”

“Hm? Oh? Yeah.” You stare at Jungkook blankly. Why wouldn’t it be, you think.

“Jungkook, maybe we could talk just the two of us?”

You look between the boys and somehow you feel yourself sobering up just a bit.

“Uh. I’ll go to the bathroom.” You say, already walking away.

“You know how sorry I feel.” Taehyung begins, “About everything.”

“What’s everything?” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

“I’m sorry for what I did to y/n. But I am also sorry for holding your secret over you like that to keep mine.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook slurs out, “That was fucked up.”

“I miss you guys…” Taehyung takes a sip of his drink, “Even Jimin barely talks to me.”

“Shouldn’t have messed with our girl.”

“You mean, your girl.” Taehyung drunkenly corrects Jungkook.

“Whatever.”

“Seriously man, when are you just going to grow the fucking balls?” Taehyung raises his voice just a bit, “It’s clear how you both feel—”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about man, plus I have a girlfriend now—”

“You guys are official now?” You walk up to the boys, cutting in. You feel like maybe he’s just saying that.

“y/n…yeah, we just made it official.” Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair, sighing out in frustration.

Oh. You feel your heart begin to crumble. They’re dating for real now?

“Do you have feelings for her?” You blurt out.

Jungkook shifts from one foot to another, he breathes in and out in and out. He bites on his bottom lip, thinking of how to respond.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

Well, at least he’s honest.

“Well, I’m going to head back to my friends…” Taehyung butts in awkwardly. “It was nice seeing you two.” And with that he’s slipping away in the crowd.

“Wanna dance?” you say, trying your best to change the subject. You decide you don’t want to know his answer.

“Sure.” Jungkook smiles at you, he reaches for your hand and you squeeze his tightly. You guide him to the dance floor, the song is a slow one. You two look at one another but there’s nothing awkward about this. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands circle around your waist, he pulls you in close as you two sway to the music.

“Never go 3 months without me again.” You whisper into his neck.

“W-Why are you bringing that up now?”

“I have to keep my eyes on you, Jungkook. Without my supervision you go off and get yourself a girlfriend.” Your drunken words pierce his heart.

“Is that a problem?” He whispers back. “Yes, a big problem.” You lean back to get a look at his face, he’s already staring down at you, he somehow brings you in even closer.

“Whys that?” He breathes out.

“Want you all for myself.” You admit, drunk words are sober thoughts right?

“You want me baby?” Jungkook leans down until he’s so close, like he cannot control it.

“Yes.” You blink up at him, your lips parted.

The song changes but you two continue to dance like it’s a slow song.

“I bet you $5 that some guy will hit on you in the next couple of minutes.”

You tilt your head and drunkenly giggle, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook reaches in his back pocket and hands you a five dollar bill.

“What’s this f—”

“You’re so fucking beautiful” and then his lips are just a mere inch away from yours before he’s pulling back with a look of horror and guilt plastered on his face.

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m with Vanessa now. I’m just drunk. I’m really drunk. You’re really drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He drunkenly rambles.

You feel your heart sink down into your lower belly, you feel it crack and break into a million pieces. That’s right. Vanessa. He’s making it work with that girl.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“You’re my best friend y/n.” Jungkook slurs out, “I’m trying so hard not to ruin that.”

You only nod your head.

“Let’s go home.” You say.

~~~~~~

Your bed is comfy as ever, especially this drunk. Jungkook takes his shirt off and slips into the sheets, settling next to you.

“Wanna cuddle?” he offers.

“I don’t know if Vanessa would like that.” You slur.

“Right.” Jungkook lays on his back, his arms folding beneath his head. “Should I sleep in the living room?”

“No. I want you here.” You admit between soft breaths. “I always want you here.” You yawn out.

“Good.” Jungkook reaches out to hold you, “I don’t think Vanessa will mind if I cuddle my best friend for just five minutes.”

“Five minutes only” you tease. You shuffle closer to him, his warmth escaping his body and clinging to yours.

You two fall asleep like this. Morning comes slowly, like the world is giving you a chance to really appreciate one another’s company. Like the world knows that moments like this are so hard to come by. Like the world knows that you two need this.

When you wake up the next day, its half past noon. You’re still in Jungkook’s arms while he is dead asleep. You nuzzle into his chest and thank the world for giving you this moment. This moment to embrace him like he is yours, a moment to kiss his cheek like he is yours, a moment to whisper you love him like he is yours.

But he isn’t. He isn’t yours and that’s the reality. But you thank the world nonetheless. Because you need these moments to stay sane. But how do you two always end up like this? Can you keep blaming the alcohol? He tried to kiss you last night and that’s also the reality.

Jungkook wanted to kiss you. Can he keep saying it’s just because he’s drunk?

But he’s with Vanessa now and you have to respect that. And you will respect that.

You thank the world though, that right now he’s in your arms, breathing your air, and sharing this moment. Just you and him.

Finally, after another half hour Jungkook begins to stir in his sleep.

You stare at him as he wakes up and his sleepy eyes find yours.

“G’morning.” His voice is low and raspy and you want to swoon.

“Hi.”

“We…” he looks between your bodies. “Didn’t do anything, right?”

You feel your chest tighten, “No, Jungkook.” You answer calmly.

“Okay…” Jungkook frowns, “We can’t keep doing this, can we?”

Somehow you know exactly what he’s talking about, you can’t keep building this tension between you two. It goes nowhere.

“No” You admit softly, “We can’t.”

You think about Jimin’s words…could Jungkook…? But you don’t want to jump to happy conclusions, put yourself out there and then be wrong. But he tried to fucking kiss you. The girls were right, is this really all for you? You can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for you. “We really can’t.” you say again.

Jungkook smiles, but its soft and sad and makes you want to kiss his pouting lips until he shows you a real smile but you can’t.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Jungkook moves to his back, he stares up at the ceiling.

“I was just really drunk.” He continues, “Drunk me is wild.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Is that really an excuse anymore?” you feel brave enough to say.

“y/n…”

“Forget it. We’re okay.”

“Are we?” Jungkook moves back to his side, facing you. He gives you a troubled look and you melt. Why are you always melting because of this man?

“Yeah. What’s more important is that your birthday is next week…”

“Oh yeah.”

“Can I be in charge of your party?”

“I don’t want a party, just a couple of friends.”

“Let me host it!”

“Okay, fine.” Jungkook smiles, “I can’t wait.”

“Do I have to invite Vanessa?”

“y/n.” Jungkook groans.

“Kidding!” you sing. Although, you aren’t entirely sure that you’re just kidding.

“It would be nice if you could plan this with Vanessa actually…she mentioned wanting to do something nice for my birthday too.” He sort of whispers out, like he didn’t want you to actually hear.

“Oh.” You aren’t sure what to say. You obviously don’t want co-host a get together with Vanessa but she is his girlfriend after all.

“Fine.”

You and Vanessa? Let’s see how this goes.

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