#*slaps forehead* i forgot about raine

[flowerandblood]

Glass Cuts Deepest (2)

[ professor! • Aemond x student! • female ]

[ warnings: angst, trauma, mention of sexual harassment, violence, swearing, self-destructive behavior ]

[ description: A female painting student is finally able to choose the specialisation she has dreamt of - stained glass. She wants to become a student of the best specialist in this field, but he, for some reason, refuses to accept female students into his workshop. She finds out that he once slapped a female student of one of the other professors. Nevertheless, she makes an attempt to find out what happened then and to convince him to teach her. Slow burn, sexual tension, dark, agressive Aemond, great childhood traumas. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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He woke up suddenly pulling himself up to sit down, breathing loudly, his heart pounding so hard he thought he was dying. He looked around, he was alone in his bedroom, his room was in semi-darkness, it was barely dawn. He swallowed loudly feeling his sweaty t-shirt stick to his back and ran his hand over his face, trying to calm himself down.

Every time he thought he had got over it, it all came back to him in nightmares.

Embarrassed, he found that his legs were shaking as he rose from the bed, heading towards his bathroom to take a shower. He stood under the rain of warm water and leaned his forehead against the wet, tiled floor, trying not to think about it, to push it out, to forget it.

He tried to focus on his classes, on the fact that he had to prepare, on the fact that his midterms were coming up soon as well as the deadline for his stained glass windows for his next church.

He needed to focus on his work.

He went to his workshop earlier than usual, taking only a cup of coffee with him, knowing that he wouldn't last alone at home anyway, with only one thing on his mind.

He felt like he was about to throw up and stopped for a moment, clenching his eyes shut. He swallowed loudly, acknowledging that the feeling had passed, and clicked the light switch on the side of the table, the pieces of glass he had cut earlier lit up in bright, intense colours.

He thought that although the glass had hurt him so many times, cutting his hands, in the end it rewarded his suffering with a beautiful final work that he hoped would last for centuries. In this case, he thought, his physical harm had a purpose, it was almost noble.

Unlike what had befallen him then.

He pressed his lips together at the thought, feeling sick again, and put down his brush of patina, putting his hands on the table and leaning back, tired.

He had no strength left.

He heard someone's footsteps, someone entered his workshop, but did not greet him.

He shuddered when he smelled an intense female perfume beside him and stepped back like a man possessed, looking at Jason Lannister's student with wide eyes.

He felt like something had locked inside him, he couldn't move. The girl opened her mouth to say something, but he wouldn't let her.

Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

"Get out. Immediately." He said coolly, feeling that his hands were trembling.

The girl smiled at him in a way he hated, in a way that suggested she thought he was teasing her, that he was pretending.

"I only came to ask for advice on my work, Professor Lannister is absent today." She said surprised, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Whore.

"Get out." He repeated, louder this time, his heart pounding like a mad.

Slut.

Bitch.

Get out.

"Are you so unpleasant to all female students, or just to me, Professor? Oh, I forgot, you don't accept women into your workshop. Fucking chauvinist." She growled, furrowing her brow, recognising that she had a right to judge him, to speak to him like that in his own workshop, to a professor who had achieved more in a few years than she would achieve in a lifetime.

The girl bit her lip, putting her hands at her sides, looking at him with some kind of pride, as if she thought she had the right to do so, to tell him how it was going to be, to bring him down to earth with her feminist bullshit.

"Get the fuck out." He hissed, looking at her menacingly, all tense, unable to get the smell of her perfume out of his nose, too much like her smell, then, he felt like he was about to really throw up though, his stomach twisting in an intense spasm.

"You have no right to speak like that to any woman. Do you understand? I demand an immediate apology." She said with certainty, from which he laughed out loud, shaking his head in disbelief. His face turned from amused to pale with rage, he saw fear and discomfort in her gaze.

She really thought he hadn't seen it?

"When Jason pats your ass you squeal with joy. Did you come here because you were hoping for the same thing? Then you were wrong. Now, get the fuck out." He hissed, shaking with anger and horror at the same time, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

It was things like this that he paid the most attention to.

He had fought for years to get all those fucking perverts thrown out, and because of students like her, Lannister believed that what he was doing was normal, healthy.

He felt a gag reflex in his throat and stepped back, swallowing his saliva loudly, trying to catch his breath.

You are such a pretty boy, Aemond.

Your eye, your scars don't bother me at all.

Why are you so tense?

He stepped back, horrified, as she came close to him, too close, looking at him with her lips clenched, her breasts exposed in a substantial cleavage rising and falling in uneven breaths.

All he could think about was wanting to pull away from her, but he couldn't move.

He stared at her with his mouth wide open, panting loudly, she looked at him with resentment and horror, catching herself with her hand on her red cheek, not believing he had done it.

"I know very well that you are a worse pervert than he is. Why do you not accept girls into your workshop? Maybe you're afraid you'd rape them because none of them would ever want you of their own free will?" She hissed, and he slapped her face so hard that she fell to the floor.

He barely had time to run to the sink where the students washed their hands after finishing their work before he threw up.

"I won't leave it like that, Professor. Have a nice day." She mumbled terrified, on the verge of crying, and walked out, leaving him alone.

Why are you so tense?

Just stay still and let me take care of myself.

Look, see?

You wouldn't be so hard if you didn't want it.

He was panting loudly, coughing in convulsions, panting all over, clasping his hands on the metal sink. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing it was a panic attack, that it would pass soon, it would pass, it would pass, as it always, always had, and it would now too.

It took several long minutes before his heart stopped beating like mad, before his mind sobered again, before he felt he knew what was happening to him again.

He rinsed his mouth out quickly with cold water, washed his face with his hands and groaned low, terrified, knowing what awaited him now.

What he had done.

He was not surprised when, later that same day, the rector himself called him in.

He was surprised that he hadn't reacted just as strongly when he reported to him that Jason was too fond of his female students and not every one of them was happy about it.

He listened calmly to the allegations, but when the man asked him to explain, he said nothing but what he really thought.

This slut deserved it.

If he could, he would slap her again.

She was just proof to him that he was right.

He didn't want any woman in his workshop.

His therapist was not happy to hear that.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, fiddling with the pen in his hand, and he sighed heavily.

"…violated your space." He finished calmly, and he pressed his lips together, tracing his chin with his fingers.

"She suggested I might be a rapist. She came and threatened me in my own workshop. She came too close, she…"

"Yes."

"What consequences will you face now?" The man asked him, correcting with a slight movement the glasses slipping off his nose. He sighed heavily, massaging his temple, no longer having the strength to think about it.

"None. I bring the university too much money from the curia. The girl won't press charges against me because I know about her relationship with Jason, but she's slandering me on some inferior gossip site. She implies that I was interested in her. Fucking bullshit." He chuckled, burying his face in his hands, shaking his head.

The next two years he faced the wry stares of other students and lecturers. He knew what they thought of him - that he had hit innocent young girl, that he was an abusive man with mental problems who needed psychiatric treatment.

"Is this ever going to stop? I don't want to hurt any women. I just wish they wouldn't come near me anymore."

If it had been a female student who had slapped him, everyone would surely have thought that he had obviously done something to deserve it, that he had picked on her or made immoral proposals to her.

The fact that he did it must have been because he was habitually violent.

Even if he tried to explain it to them, they would still think he had gone too far.

He didn't give a shit.

They couldn't destroy him any more than he already was.

He just wanted to be able to work in peace.

When he saw before the new semester in the system a woman's name on his attendance list for the second year of his specialisation he decided immediately that it was a simple mistake and went to the dean's office with it, wanting it fixed. The woman grunted loudly, looking at him uncertainly.

He looked through them quickly and clenched his eyes, feeling like he was about to explode.

"It's not a mistake, Professor. She signed you in as her supervisor." She said, standing up, pulling out for him the documents she had submitted to confirm her words.

Why?

Why couldn't he have holy peace?

He figured that he would simply not read her out during class. That he would pretend she didn't exist until she was discouraged. He had no intention of wasting his strength or attention on her.

That's what he did.

This surprised him, as it was the first time since they had worked together that he had tried to smuggle a girl into their workshop despite knowing what his opinion was on the subject.

"She's not like that, Aemond. Really. She focuses on her work, she's diligent. Three times I made her start the same face over and she did it without saying a word. She is humble and learns quickly. It's a shame to give her up to waste to Jason or Floris." Said Cregan, massaging his chin, sitting across from him in his office.

He glanced over his shoulder surprised that he hadn't said anything and saw her notebook and pen.

"No. There are always problems with them sooner or later. She was almost crying by now. I don't want any weepy scenes in my workshop. I −" He paused as he heard a loud knock on the door, Cregan immediately got up and opened it.

He squeezed his eyes shut, running his hand over his face.

Fuck.

No. No. No. No. No.

Although dressed like a boy, she had something of a girlish lightness about her, her face pleasant, her eyes large, surrounded by long lashes, full of terror, her lips pressed into a tight line.

"Please, find five minutes for me, Professor." He heard her soft, pleading tone. Cregan stepped back and it was only then that he saw her.

He figured that if he didn't let her say what she wanted she'd probably pester him with messages, and he didn't want that, so he hummed under his breath, took out his phone and turned on the stopwatch.

"Five minutes." He said lowly and heard Cregan walk out quickly leaving them alone.

She, however, stepped back and swallowed loudly, looking down at her fingers, fiddling with her notebook in a nervous gesture.

He felt his heart pounding hard, his whole body trembling as he saw her take a step towards him.

"Don't come up, just stand there and talk. You're running out of time." He burst out coolly, clenching his hand into a fist, feeling his whole body take on a defensive form, ready to react aggressively immediately if necessary.

"I know what rules you have set in your workshop and I wish very much now that I had been born a man, but unfortunately I am not." She muttered with difficulty, her voice trembling with fear. He felt a squeeze in his heart at her words and thought that it was indeed not her fault, but he couldn't help the way he was either.

He knew she cared and some part of him sympathised with her, but the other distrusted her, trying to see through the manipulation in her behaviour so notable for women.

"I saw your artworks while I was still in high school at St. John's Cathedral, and having always dreamed of creating stained glass for churches, I wanted to be taught by someone who is such an accomplished specialist in the field as you are. I know how difficult the job is and I promise to do what you tell me to do without a shadow of dissatisfaction. I will not approach you except to revise my designs or projects. I will always work at the furthest table and sit in the last seat as far away from you as possible, dressing in such a way that you do not notice me and forget my existence on a daily basis. Please." She uttered the last word pathetically, pleadingly, on the verge of crying.

He thought she talked about his work to please him, that she was cowering in front of him and trying to pass herself off as humble, where surely if he had only agreed she would have shown him her true face straight away.

They were all the same.

They dressed their disgusting desires in the most beautiful words.

You are such a pretty boy, Aemond.

He swallowed with difficulty, drawing in air quietly.

However, she did not.

"Just because you're a fan of my works doesn't make you a talented person. What good is it to me that you work in silence if none of your pieces will be at least satisfactory and your colleagues will have to correct your mistakes?" He asked indifferently, glancing at her again. He could see that she was growing pale and stifled, her big eyes looking at him as if she was about to drop to her knees before him and beg him.

What an idiot.

"Well. All I have with myself now are quick sketches in my notebook. They're portraits of people I see travelling on the bus to my classes." She mumbled, looking at her notebook, and he sighed heavily, burying his face in his hand, disbelieving that, knowing his attitude, she hadn't brought anything with her on which he could judge her artistic ability.

"None of my colleagues had to −" She started with a frown, but closed her mouth immediately when she saw his disgruntled, warning look.

"So you are unprepared." He summarised and saw out of the corner of his eye that she had moved restlessly.

"− I − yes, I'm unprepared. I'm very sorry." She whispered in shame, lowering her gaze, and he sighed again, looking ahead, raising his hand in the air.

He heard her walk up to him and slip the notepad into his palm, he didn't smell any perfume, just the scent of some pleasant coconut shampoo and lotion.

He began to look through her sketches page by page, finding that they were ordinary, simple, not bad, but not good either. He stopped, however, at a depiction of a mother holding a child on her lap, sketched quickly with a simple outline and linear shading.

The composition made him think of Renaissance paintings depicting the Madonna and Child. A young woman was leaning slightly towards the infant, helping him to hold something in his small, clenched hand.

His attention was also drawn to a drawing of a thoughtful old man with carefully depicted wrinkles and an endless, lifelong weariness, some age-old wisdom flowing from his aged eyes outlined with such quick and simple movements.

He paused, too, at the drawing of the young man, his face almost resembling that of an angel sunk in deep sleep, leaning with his temple against the glass, his lips slightly parted.

He sighed heavily and massaged his forehead, himself not knowing what he thought of it, tired and discouraged. He raised his hand with her sketchbook without looking at her.

He thought for sure she was about to start crying and begging, saying that she would improve, that she could do better.

"Three of your fifteen sketches I would consider good. Do you think that's enough?" He asked dispassionately, hearing her move restlessly.

Bullshit.

He lifted his gaze to her, having the feeling that the matter was now settled and that if she had any doubts about whether she wanted him to teach her, they had just been dispelled.

"No. It's not enough." He heard her heartbroken voice and hummed under his breath, satisfied with her answer and any self-criticism, tossing her notebook into the bin with a slight movement, where it belonged.

He saw that she was looking at the spot where he had dumped her notebook in disbelief, her lower lip quivering slightly.

He shuddered as he heard the ringing of his timer and reached for his phone, muting it, staring blankly ahead.

"So I'll do 200 sketches, 40 of which will be good. Or 300 of which 60 will be good. I will do as many of them as you see fit, Professor." She exhaled with difficulty, but with a kind of certainty and ferocity that surprised him. He felt a strange tightening in his stomach and didn't know what to make of her words, feeling that this was a challenge of sorts.

I will do as many of them as you see fit, Professor.

"No. Thank you for the chance, Professor." She mumbled in surprise and simply walked out, closing the door behind her.

"400 sketches. And they're all supposed to be good. Without them, don't even show yourself to me. Anything else?" He asked coolly, impatient and angry with himself for not being able to discourage her enough, for not being able to find an answer to her words.

A moment later, Cregan walked in, excited, pretending not to ask her at all what he had decided.

"And how did it go?" He asked, and he threw him a furious, tired look and stood up, taking his leather jacket from the back of his chair and walked out, slamming the door loudly.

He walked out in front of the university building through a side exit and fired up a cigarette while standing by his car, taking a deep drag of the smoke, clenching his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

He didn't want her at his place, he wished she would just leave him alone.

He looked around him with absent-minded eyes, seeing students entering and leaving from a distance, and then he spotted a face he recognised, but something didn't feel right.

The same girl who had begged him to let her study under his supervision was apparently just walking towards the bus stop, but instead of a long black hoodie and black trousers she was wearing a light-coloured dress with buff sleeves and long woollen socks to mid-thigh.

She had changed her clothes.

She came to his class covered up, dressed as a boy.

I know what rules you have set in your workshop and I wish very much now that I had been born a man, but unfortunately I am not.

I will always work at the furthest table and sit in the last seat as far away from you as possible, dressing in such a way that you do not notice me and forget my existence on a daily basis.

He was furious with himself for feeling some kind of shame and pain, knowing that she looked perfectly normal.

Now, looking at her sideways, he realised that if he had seen her dressed like that today when she came to talk to him, he would have immediately lost his good opinion of her.

Most girls who applied for a place in his workshop thought that the prettier they dressed, the sweeter and more appealing they looked, the better the chances were that he would say yes. However, his tendency was just the opposite and for some reason this girl knew it.

She knew she wasn't the problem, it was how he perceived her and she wanted to change that image in his eyes, to blend into the background.

He swallowed hard, taking a drag on the remainder of his cigarette, staring blankly ahead, realising that she really must have cared.

He figured that if she did what he told her to do, he'd give her one and only chance.

For that sacrifice, for the fact that she understood what he had a problem with.

She showed up only a week later with two thick folders filled with sketches, again dressed in a big black sweatshirt, black trousers and trainers.

For some reason, he felt a squeeze in his heart at the sight of her.

He took her to an empty classroom so he could look at her work without the curious stares of other students. He knew she had done as many sketches as he had told her to, but he didn't have the energy to look through them all.

He saw that she gave him a quick, horrified look and parted her lips, looking at the thick bundle of papers she held in her hand. He rolled his eyes, trying not to explode.

"Lay them out here. Show me the top 40." He said impatiently, standing a good distance away from her with his hands folded behind his back, smelling that coconut shampoo again.

"Can't you judge which of your works are suitable to be shown to me?" He growled warningly wanting her to pull herself together, but she shook her head quickly and began at last to choose.

He frowned as he saw that most of her works were copies and sketches of details from churches he knew well, at least dozens of them, so he decided that she had really taken his task to heart.

"That's enough." He commanded and stepped closer to the table, she moved away immediately.

He thought he liked how she respected his private space and allowed him to focus without her input on what he was seeing.

He leaned over her works, noticing that they were more refined than the ones he had seen before, still light, but also enigmatic and expressive, all drawn on scrap paper, so they reminded him of sketches by Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo.

He liked the fact that she had wisely chosen to portray saints and angels, as these were the most common commissions they received as a students or workshop, showing her skill in this field.

He picked up one of the sketches of a sculpture of the Virgin Mary which he knew intimately, having looked at it often as a child when he went to Mass every Sunday with his mother.

"Is that a figure from the church of St Michael the Archangel?" He asked indifferently, wanting to see if she knew what he was talking about, or if she was sketching by looking at pictures on the internet.

She, however, nodded quickly.

He hummed under his breath and stepped back, looking at everything she showed him from a distance, folding his hands behind his back again.

He thought he was pleased with the result of her work.

That he could give her a chance.

He stepped into the workshop and was met with curious, uncertain looks from his students.

"A month. For a trial. If you disappoint me, I'll kick you out." He said lowly and walked out, leaving her alone with his words.

"Don't you have anything to do?" He growled, and they immediately bent over their tasks and sketches, all around him the swish of a diamond knife and the sound of breaking glass, the rustling of paper and brushes.

Cregan walked up to him and stood over him, unable to contain his curiosity.

"And how did she do?" He asked quietly, but before he had time to answer him, he saw her standing in the threshold, pressing her sketches to her chest, looking at him questioningly.

He nodded for her to enter, and with a light, happy step she crossed that invisible, mysterious line that separated his world from everything else.

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[traveler-at-heart]

What we were - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

CW: Character death, cheating.

Not sure if ya’ll gonna like where this is going but... this is my design.

Over the course of three weeks, you received yellow tulips, chocolate and danish scones from your favorite bakery.

Each item always included a hand-written note from Natasha wishing you a good day or with a poem you loved. You gave your thanks via text, but that was about it from your side.

Natasha also made it a point to drive and pick up Anya at least three times a week. On Fridays, they had dinner together and brought extra for you and Bucky.

A peace offering that he didn’t give a damn about. Still, it was fun for you to watch them interact with phony smiles, wondering who would break first.

As August ended, Anya’s school sent out their usual PTA meeting invite. You RSVPd, not really expecting Natasha to be there.

“Let me drive you” Bucky says as you look at yourself in the mirror. For the first time in months, you’re about to leave the house to interact with grown ups that won’t look at you with pity or sadness.

“And leave Anya alone? I don’t think so”

“It looks like it will rain, and you absolutely can’t drive at night with rain” 

“Are you calling me old? You, the centennial man?” you pinch him, reaching for the wrong arm. “Ouch” 

“Clearly, this interaction has shown that I’m more mature than both of you,” Anya proclaims, doing her homework in the living room. “It’s a short drive and you know uncle Bucky is right, Mom” 

“Ugh, fine. But call us if you need anything, please?” you kiss her forehead and in spite of yourself, wear your reading glasses. 

“Yeah, yeah” 

“Be back in a second, kid” Bucky says, ruffling her red hair.

“With Chinese”

“Fine” 

“She’s so bossy” you comment, buckling up. He chuckles.

“Wonder where she got that from” 

“Hey!” you slap his arm, thankful that it wasn’t the metal one this time. “I know you’re just driving me because you want to see Miss Day”

“Anya’s teacher? Nah” his blush gives it away.

“Busted” 

You have to hold back a laugh when, out of all people, Miss Day is the one greeting everyone at the door.

“Sergeant Barnes” she greets a little too eagerly. “Will you be joining Mrs. Romanoff tonight?”

“Just dropping her off” he stumbles with his words.

“He’s such a gentleman, don’t you think?” you say, nudging him. “Any girl would be lucky to have him” 

“Well, Anya speaks wonders of you. And you’re welcome to stay, we will just be a little crowded in the classroom, considering the other Mrs. Romanoff is already here” 

“Oh. Right” 

“That’s my cue. Call me later” he mumbles, annoyed at the idea of Natasha arriving earlier than you two.

“Of course!” Miss Day is quick to answer, but blushes a second later. “Oh, right, you meant… her. Ha-ha, silly me” 

You’ll never, ever, let him forget this.

As you walk into the classroom, still smiling, your eyes meet Natasha’s. She waves at you awkwardly.

“Saved you a seat” she points at the chair next to hers and you nod.

“Thank you” 

Miss Day goes over the upcoming fairs, projects and field trips. The curriculum goes next and by the time she finishes with the Q&A session, it’s been an hour.

The last part consists of parents meeting privately with Miss Day to review grades and conduct. It’s in alphabetical order so you’re one of the last.

“I forgot how long these things are” you sit next to Natasha in one of the hallway benches. You lean back, sighing. 

“Want some chocolate?”

“Mmm, yes. I’m starving” you take the snack and practically moan at the first bite. “Sorry” you mumble when Natasha blushes. 

“I like it when you wear glasses,” she says, looking at her feet.

It’s your turn to blush.

“Thank you” 

“Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff?” Miss Day calls for you.

“Us? So soon?” you look at Natasha and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, we’re not doing the alphabetical thing anymore. We go over top performers first. Please sit. Anya is doing great. As you know, she’s already fluent in four languages…”

“Five” Natasha corrects and you go over the list in your head. Oh yeah, German.

“Right, five. Sorry” Miss Day looks flustered, and you remember that most of Anya’s teachers have always been particularly afraid of your wife.

“I forgot as well. It’s hard to keep up with Anya sometimes” you intervene, kicking Nat’s leg softly.

Be nice.

The Russian smiles, trying to look friendly.

“She’s leaning towards Humanities a little bit more than last year. As you remember, she won first place at the Interstate Science Fair. And her grades are still great in all subjects, but she has been reading a lot more. And taken some interest in learning to play the piano” 

“My dad made me take lessons when I was her age. I may have mentioned it once or twice. Though none of us really know how to play any instruments, right, darling?” you say, distractedly.

“R-right” Natasha’s eyes widen at the pet name. “Yelena, her aunt, she plays the guitar”

“Oh, yeah” you nod, still unaware of your slip up. “Well, I’ll ask her if she wants to take some private lessons. I’m too rusty to teach her anything”

“Other than that, she’s doing great. She’s a great kid, sweet and very kind to her peers… as for faculty members…” 

“What?” you're shocked to think that anyone would complain about your daughter.

“Well, kids like Anya…”

“Like what?” Natasha practically barks at the teacher and she jumps in her seat.

“I mean super smart. They tend to have an issue with authority and question everything. There’s also that thing where she’s very good at sneaking around”

“We’ll talk to her” you promise, but you’re uncertain about how the conversation will go.

After all, you married her other mother while you two were running away from the American government. And the Avengers were famous for breaking rules regularly.

The team had a whole Wikipedia page on broken laws, including sections by country and international organizations.

“In that case, class dismissed” the woman seems relieved when you say goodbye.

You walk next to Natasha, caught up in your thoughts. She keeps you from walking into the rain by pulling you next to her.

“Huh?” you look back, your face inches away from hers.

“It’s raining” she explains.

“Oh” 

“Do you want my jacket? Where did you park?”

“Buck drove me here. I’ll get a cab” 

“Let me” she offers, her green eyes pleading.

“Could we… get something to eat first? I’m very hungry and not in the mood for chinese”

“Yes, anything you want” 

There’s an awkward moment as she walks you to the passenger door and you both reach for the handle.

“Sorry, yeah…” you let her pull and then you slip inside, trying to control your breathing.

“What are you in the mood for?” she says, driving out of the school’s parking lot.

“Grilled cheese” you say and she chuckles. 

“From Al’s?”

“Where else, Nat?”

“Coming right up”

--

“You really were hungry” Natasha smiles as you steal another one of her fries.

“Maria had me on back to back meetings. And then I went to swim for a whole hour. So this is just me rewarding myself for being such a responsible adult” 

“How’s the leg?”

“The same”

“My offer still stands,” she reminds you. Her phone rings and you’re saved the trouble of refusing said offer for the second time. “Will you excuse me?” 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll finish your fries for you” 

Natasha rolls her eyes, but pushes the plate towards you.

The evening has been surprisingly pleasant. But a minute later, she hurriedly hangs up and walks back to you.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah” she lies.

In the past, maybe because you loved her, you let those small lies fly. But not pushing enough was part of what brought you here.

“Tasha? I’d like to know”

You lock eyes and you hold your breath as Natasha studies your expression.

“Ok” she nods. You give her a moment to gather her thoughts. “I’ve been researching… that mission. Trying to find whoever is responsible for Clint’s…”

She bites her lip, looking down. On instinct, you reach out across the table to squeeze her hand. Natasha holds on tight, running her thumb across your skin.

“I think I’ve found them. Kate was tracking her mother after she escaped prison. Seems like Eleanor Bishop is now working with international terrorists” 

“They weren’t prepared for that, then? Kate and Clint thought it would be something…”

“Easier”

You nod.

“So, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not gonna be easy to get to them. It’s a matter of international security and every government wants in on the mission. I was hoping I could call a few favors…”

“So, you’re not gonna go rogue and beat them on your own?” you arch an eyebrow, impressed with her self control.

Honestly, you expected Natasha to fly and kill them as soon as she got the intel.

“I wouldn’t be a very good mother if I was stuck at the Raft. Or running away like we used to”

“I’ll travel to D.C.” you offer and her eyes widen. “I can pull some strings. As much as I hate it, my father’s name still holds some weight there” 

“Would you do that? I know how much you hate going back there”

All the politics and the lies, the power these people craved and hoarded… yes, it made you sick. But if you could help Natasha, you’d take it.

“It will be fine”

“This means the world to me, Y/N” 

“I know, Nat. Which is why you’ll get me ice cream for dessert” 

“Deal” she lets go of your hand to call the waitress and you smile.

You also wish she hadn't let go.

--

Packing for one was easier than you remembered. It was only a two day trip, anyway. 

Natasha insisted on driving you to the airport and Anya wanted to tag along. It was as good a time as any to remind them of the rules of the house.

“Pop quiz, everyone” you announce.

Anya and Natasha groan at the same time.

“Do we really have to?” your daughter complains.

“How many times a day do you have to water my plants, Natasha?”

“Uh… five?”

“Once! Just once, tomorrow” Anya laughs at her mother and you turn to point at her. “Ok, plants are your responsibility now, missy”

“Aw, Ma!” 

“No Nerf guns inside the house” you keep listing the rules with your fingers.

“Hey, that’s no fun!” Natasha complains and you ignore her.

“No horror movies, if you order pizza it should have at least two different vegetables and last but not least, I do not want to come back home and see that you acquired any sort of animal as a pet” 

“So if a puppy shows up at our door and it’s raining, we’re supposed to leave them outside?” Anya peaks from the backseat.

“No, you drive them to uncle Buck’s and force him to take care of them” 

“Alright, we get it. We’ll behave, right, kiddo?” Natasha promises, winking at Anya.

Saying goodbye it’s harder than you imagined. Anya doesn’t know why you’re going to D.C., but she understands you wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t important.

“Y/N, it’s a two day trip” Natasha complains, carrying your heavy suitcase. “Bucky had no issue getting it down the stairs”

“That’s low, even for you, Ma” Anya says, but still laughs.

“I know, I’m sorry” you take the suitcase from Nat.

“You are not,” she chuckles.

“Tiny, tiny bit” you put your thumb and pointer finger close together. Anya hugs your side and you turn to her. “Take care of Mom, please. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow”

“We’ll be ok, I promise” 

“I love you” you say against her hair. She hugs you tight.

“We love you too” Anya says and you smile. 

“Have a nice trip” Natasha approaches nervously, her hands on the pockets of her jeans.

“Thank you”

Before you have time to process what’s happening, she leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

It’s all you can think about on the flight to D.C.

--

Secretary of State Leah Renfield sends a driver to pick you up from the airport. She accepted your request to meet immediately, which can only mean one thing: whatever you’re gonna ask of her, she already knows how you’ll pay it back.

“Agent Romanoff” she greets you, walking away from her huge mahogany desk. She’s tall and her blonde hair has some white on the front. 

“Madame Secretary, it’s good to see you again” you take the hand she offers and follow her to a small futon next to a giant window. 

“I must say, I love that you took your wife’s last name. Natasha Romanoff is a KGB double agent and you’d rather be associated with her than with Thaddeuss Ross” 

“Well, it’s hard to be on good terms with a parent that turns you into an outlaw” 

“In the end, the Avengers did more for the world than he did” she concedes. It’s no secret that she never liked your father, but you share the sentiment wholeheartedly. “So, I am very happy to welcome you whenever you want. I know that you’re still working in intelligence and SHIELD ops”

“Right” you sit straight and look her in the eye. “The thing is… as you know, Agent Barton was killed seven months ago”

“A tragedy” 

“We’ve gathered evidence and it all points to an international terrorist organization called Helios. They’ve been collaborating with some lower rank Hydra officials. It’s all here” you hand over the information that Natasha has collected, about members, attacks and possible targets.

“This is an issue of international security, then” she declares, after browsing through the files. “But what’s the point of bringing it to me?”

“We want to be the ones on a mission to tear it down and arrest those responsible for killing Agent Barton” 

“We, as in, the Avengers”

“Yes”

Renfield sighs, and stands up to walk around the room. She pauses near the alcohol cabinet. It’s too early for a glass of bourbon.

“The world isn’t what it used to be when you were a team, Agent. Frankly, I don’t know how you all got away with so much contempt for the law”

“Well, we saved the universe once or twice. Remember Thanos?”

The woman sighs and nods. Yes, she does. Her daughter and husband were blipped, after all. She has her family back because of you.

“I’m here because we want to do things right. Without causing you too much trouble, as I understand you might run for president next year…”

Renfield laughs and looks at you.

“I always thought you’d do great in politics” 

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment, Madam Secretary” 

“Me neither”

There’s a knock at the door; her Chief of Staff reminds her she has to run to another meeting.

“Walk with me” she asks, taking the file and handing it over to her assistant. “When are you going back to New York?”

“Friday morning” 

“I’ll try to have an answer by then”

“Thank you” 

“Let’s meet before you go back. And give my best to your wife”

“Will do”

--

“I don’t want her greetings, I want her to okay the mission. In fact, I want her to authorize a nuclear warhead straight to these terrorists’ asses” Natasha rants.

You finally made it to the hotel and have a few hours before you meet with a friend from Law School.

“Jeez, Nat. Let’s just wait for her answer”

Natasha insisted on a video call the minute you checked in.

“Fine. You’re good at reading people. What do you think she’ll say?”

“My guess?” you sigh. “They’ve known about Helios for a while. Their operation is very similar to Hydra. We were the only ones who could deal with Hydra. And now, we’re offering to do the work for the CIA, MI6 and Interpol”

“So they’ll say yes”

“But since we came asking for the favor first… I don’t know. Maybe Renfield will want some type of endorsement for her campaign. I can do that”

“I didn’t mean to put you in this position. I’m sorry”

“I offered. And it will be worth it if we can put Clint’s killers behind bars” 

“Yeah…”

“Natasha, you can’t kill them”

“It could be an accident, detka”

“Stop, I’d like to know as little as possible in case this goes to trial” 

“Fair enough” she chuckles. “By the way, can I use your computer? I need to check my email and my phone is being stupid”

“Sure, the password is our anniversary” 

“Oh, ok” 

“Right… It’s almost time for you to pick up Anya. And I want to take a bath and sleep a little. Tell her I love her and that I’ll call her later, please?”

“Yeah, for sure”

“Thanks, Tasha” 

Walking away from your phone, you begin to get rid of your shirt and the black skirt falls to the ground. The bathtub is almost full so you go back to the bedroom in nothing but your underwear.

“Shit” 

Natasha is still on the call, mouth wide open. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you hung up”

“I thought you did” you mutter from the floor, hiding from the camera. “Byeee”

Damn it. 

--

Natasha can almost remember what life was like before she lost her best friend.

The domesticity of picking up Anya, making sure she does her homework while dinner is ready. You’re the only piece of the puzzle that’s missing.

She desperately wants to make it all better. Fix all the mistakes she made, take back the hurtful words she threw at you when she was so angry at the world.

“Dinner’s gonna be ready in five” the redhead tells her daughter.

“Can we eat in the living room while watching Project Runway?”

“Yes, but don’t tell your mother” 

“Mmkay” 

Just then, she remembers the email that Maria sent and she was supposed to review. She goes to your study. Nothing’s really changed in the room. Every wall is covered with books and your desk is full of pictures of your family.

Even the ones from your wedding.

Natasha runs her hand through one of the pictures. She’s looking at the camera and you’re looking at her, with complete love and adoration.

How could she be so blind to throw it all away?

As she logs in, there’s a notification from your calendar.

Dinner with Cynthia Florrick - Finestra

She tries really hard to not think about it, but that name rings a bell.

Oh, right. The divorce lawyer that Pepper threatened to hire if Tony didn’t retire.

You’re meeting with a divorce lawyer in D.C.

Natasha lost you.

--

“Hi, I have a reservation under Florrick” you greet the hostess. It’s an expensive Italian restaurant full of big suits and elegant women. 

Another thing you don’t miss about D.C.; their fixation on fancy clothes.

“Oh my God, it’s been ages!” your friend shouts. Her loud voice and manners are a little out of place among the clientele.

“Hi, Cyn” you hug her and take a seat. “Well, you won’t visit me in New York so I had to come to you”

“Oh, that’s soon about to change” she smirks. You don’t have a chance to ask why, as an older man walks behind you and she waves. “Cliff, so good to see you”

He gives her the side eye and walks away.

“He doesn’t look happy to see you”

“Oh, he’s just mad because I got his wife the lake house in the settlement. And anyway, as I was saying, I’m opening an office in New York and another one in San Diego”

“Congrats!”

“Yeah, baby. Call me the Tony Stark of family law”

“Well, I’ll be happy to introduce you to some people. You wouldn’t believe the divorce rate among spies” 

“Not you and Natasha, right?”

“Oh, no! We’re doing great” you lie.

“Well, good to hear” Cynthia raises her glass of wine. “Let’s chat, gossip about everyone from college and celebrate that we’re both great” 

--

It’s impossible to nap as you wait for the plane to land. 

On Thursday, Secretary Renfield invited you to a luncheon with some of the biggest names in national security.

The attendees were drawn to you. After all, the Avengers had been successful where most intelligence agencies failed. 

Before you left, she stood aside to brief you on her decision.

“The answer is yes. But with one condition. You lead the mission. Do you agree?”

“Yes”

“And you were right, I am aiming for the White House next year. If you feel inclined to show your support when that happens, I’ll be very grateful”

“Madam Secretary, you have my vote and my endorsement” 

You can’t wait to tell Natasha the news.

Maybe, just maybe, your lives can go back to normal.

Bucky and Anya are the ones waiting for you at the terminal.

“Is… everything ok?” 

“Yeah, I was just stealing this one for a baseball game” Bucky points at your daughter. “So you have a chance to catch up and get some rest”

“Well, it’s good to see you both” you smile, uncertain. Anya hugs you and she doesn’t seem too concerned, so you figure Bucky is telling the truth.

On the drive back home, you catch your daughter yawning a couple of times.

“You so went past your bedtime”

“Nuh-uh” she denies it.

“Yuh-uh”

“Real mature” Bucky mutters and you hit him.

“I leave for a day and everyone goes rogue” 

“Good thing you’re back, then”

When you finally get home, Bucky helps you with the suitcase while Anya waits in the car.

“Ok, as your friend, I’m warning you that Natasha asked me to take Anya so she could talk to you”

“James!” you say, punching him again. “Why didn’t you say something? Did she look happy? Worried? What were her exact words?”

“I don’t know, just go talk to her. The game is about to start. Good luck”

He sprints down the stairs and you are left to drag your heavy suitcase across the hallway.

“Nat? Natasha?”

You walk to your office, where she’s sitting, looking at your wedding pictures.

“Hi there”

“Hello” she greets, her voice low. She looks defeated.

Your heart pounds in your ears.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t need you to do me any favors out of pity or whatever it is you feel for me. I thought I had a chance, and all this time you were thinking about a divorce. I’m an idiot” she chuckles, but it comes out as a sob.

“Am I in an alternate universe where I mentioned the word divorce? Because I’ve never brought it up”

“You met with a lawyer” 

“Cynthia? You were spying on me?”

“The notification popped up on your computer when I was checking my emails”

“And instead of asking me, you go around making up scenarios. Just like you did last time, assuming I’d jump to bed with James. I get it, Natasha. You want to think the worst of me, that’s fucking fine. Let me know what other evil shit I’ll do next. Turn our daughter against you, maybe? Which would be really funny, considering I’ve made it a point to not tell her why you moved out of the house”

You look out the window, turning your back to her.

“You’re the only person that made me feel safe and happy and loved. All I ever wanted was to do the same for you. Even after everything, if you asked me to, I’d take you back in a heartbeat. I was so hurt because you kept pushing me away while you were sharing yourself with someone else. I thought you finally realized I couldn’t make you happy. And I love you and want to set you free, but I’m also too scared to let you go. So, sorry to disappoint you but if you want to move on, you’re gonna have to ask me for the divorce”

She’s silent as you pause to wipe your tears.

“So, are you gonna leave or what?” you bark out, impatient.

Natasha doesn’t move.

“Fine, I’ll go” you turn around, walking to the door. You’ll find a place to mourn, because this feels like the end, and you can’t take it. Natasha’s touch brings you back to earth. “What are you doing?”

“I-”

“Let me go” you plead, not turning around. She pulls you closer, spinning you until you face her.

“I’d be an idiot to let you go” 

A sob escapes and she silences it with her mouth, pressing her lips against yours in a searing kiss.

It’s everything you need, to feel complete again. Natasha’s touch is your sanctuary and you welcome its warmth. Her arms slide down your waist and you keep her close as she begins to undo the buttons of your pants. You break apart for a moment to take your shirt off, asking her to do the same with a tug.

“Let me take care of you” she pleads, going down and leaving a trail of kisses across your exposed skin. Your knees buckle when she reaches your underwear. “It’s ok, I got you”

Trusting, you allow her to lap at your folds, but the pressure is too much so you begin to lower yourself to the floor. Natasha makes sure that you’re comfortable and then resumes her ministrations, soft and deep.

It’s not possessive, but very intense. She’s soft and considerate, taking her time to build up the pleasure, until you’re on the brink of orgasm, holding her face close to your center until you ride every wave. 

“Was that ok?” she hovers over you and you taste yourself in her lips.

“Yes. But I need more”

“How much more?”

“A lot more”

--

Three hours later and you’re in bed, clothes scattered across the floor.

Well, Natasha’s clothes. Yours are still at your office.

“Was it good?” Natasha whispers and you make a face. “What?”

“You’ve never asked me that before. And now, this is the second time you do it”

“I just want to make sure you liked it” 

“I did. Very much liked it. In fact, like might be a bit of an understatement”

“Ok, good” she turns to her side and you do the same, your faces an inch away from each other. “So, what do we do now?”

“Well… we have a mission to complete. Then we can worry about the rest”

“Renfield said yes?” she asks, shocked. You nod.

“On the condition that I lead the mission. And I think we should tell the team, Nat. They deserve to know” 

Natasha sighs, sitting up.

“Maybe we should just let someone else handle this” 

“It’s not like us to let the bad guys get away with it” you kiss her shoulder, resting your chin against her arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I just got you back. What if something happens?”

“Everything will be alright. We do this together”

“Together” she promises, her forehead resting against yours.

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Just a Friend (BTS Reactions || Hyung Line)

"Oh baby, you got what I need."- Biz Markie. Everyone loves a friends to lovers trope- let's see what happens when you guys finally acknowledge the elephant in the room <3

A/N: some mentions of dr*g @buse. Also Twilight slander.

Maknae line ||

1.) Jin

"How about this?" You turn to face yourself in the mirror, the tight black dress you'd bought earlier that day clinging to every curve on your body, "Too much?" Jin glances at you and then back down, "Looks great." His voice is noticeably flat, his face equally fallen. "Jin? What's wrong?" You ask, turning to look at him. He's silent for a moment, debating on whether or not to speak. "Did you forget we had plans tonight?" He asks. You furrow your brows, trying to remember what he's talking about. "We were gonna watch my brother's band play tonight and then hang out afterward." You slap your hand to your forehead, "Oh God. I completely forgot. I'm so sorry," You step closer to him, though he immediately recoils, "Just forget it." "Jin, come on. Don't be like that. I completely blanked- I never would've agreed to have gone out with Jimin if I'd remembered, You know that." "I said forget it." "Jin-" You reach out to grab his arm, "I get being annoyed but why are you being so cold?" You ask; he's never been this way with you. In all the years you've known each other, even in his low points, he is so gentle with you. When he looks back at you, he doesn't pull is arm out of your grasp; he just stares for a long while. "Jin, talk to me." His eyes soften, and now he looks more like the Jin you know.

"Y/n...we need to talk." "Okay," You let go of him and he straightens out his shirt, "Sit down. Please." You nod and take a seat on the edge of your bed. He goes over a few feet away and sits down on the stool that goes to your vanity. There's a long stretch of silence, as seems to be the pattern for tonight. When he finally does speak, his voice is low and steady, "I'm not sure that I can do this anymore..." "Do...what?" "This," He motions between the two of you, "I know we've been friends for a long time but I just can't..." He lets his head fall into his hands. "What? What do you mean you can't do this anymore? Because I forgot our plans this one time? I don't get why it has to be such a big deal, dude. I can just text Jimin and postpone. I don't get-" "Are you blind, Y/n?" His head shoots back up. You're dumbfounded by his question, "How is it that everyone can see it but you? How? How can you be so dense?" "See what?" You feel yourself getting more and more annoyed with his tone. "That I'm in love with you, Y/n. That's what."

Your heart feels like it stops mid-beat, and you have a difficult time processing what he's just said. "You- you what?" "You heard me," His voice is slightly hoarse, "I've loved you for years, and-" You see his eyes getting more watery, "-and if you don't feel the same way, I understand but that also means that I can't do this anymore." "Jin I- I had no idea." He laughs incredulously, "Oh really? No idea? Then tell me, Y/n- what happened at the office party this past Christmas? Hm?" You know what he's referring to, and you feel your cheeks heat up, "I don't know what you're talking about. I- I'd had a lot to drink." "I was with you all night and you had ONE vodka cranberry. You kissed me- and not like a friend. You kissed me like-" He runs his hand through his hair, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft, "like I was so much more... and then the next day, you pretended like you didn't remember. Do you know how that made me feel? But I didn't say anything. Didn't bring it up again. Just like I didn't bring it up again when you cried into my chest that night when you had that fight with your dad, or when you had me hold you all night during that rain storm- but I'm done not acknowledging this, especially when I know that you feel it too."

You look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. Of course you know what he's talking about, but to give it a name...you'd risk losing everything. This friendship has stood the test of time but this- this is something else entirely. "I don't feel like this is a wise thing for us to talk about at this point in time." "Okay, then when?" His heart is beating hard, already anticipating the worst from you. "I- I just don't want this to get ruined, you know?" You feel the tears starting to form. He nods, "Well, alright then." He stands up and walks over to get his jacket from right next to you on the bed. "Jin, please don't go." The brokenness in your voice gives him pause as he's about to turn the knob on your bedroom door, though when he looks back at you, you see a look of pained finality on his face, "See you around..." And with that, he's out the door, leaving you stuck in place, completely unable to even chase after him.

2.) Suga

You let your head fall back, causing for the sweat to drip from the sides of your face rather than forward into your eyes, "Just gimme a few minutes, I'll be ready to beat you again," You say, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. "Oh please, those were lucky shots," He laughs. You simply shake your head, a smile forming at the corners of your mouth. The gym is completely empty; different from how it usually is. You quite like the silence, save for the occasional basketball dribbles from Yoongi. It's so nice, you even close your eyes to take in the uncharacteristic calm.

He goes over to where you're sitting on the ground and settles down on the bleachers right behind you. "Hey, Y/n...let me run something by you real quick," He says, breaking the silence. "Mm?" You grunt, not even bothering to open yours eyes. "You know Jin, right? My friend from the gym?" "Mhm?" "He has this like...enormous crush on his like, best friend from childhood-" "Oh, are you about to spill some tea?" You ask, eyes shooting open as you turn to look at him, your smile getting bigger, "Has he told her?" He blinks a few times and then quickly looks down, "Uh- no- I- I don't know. That's why I was bringing it up." "Psh. What's there to bring up then? You know I hate incomplete gossip." "Well, he- he asked me to ask you what he should do..." He looks back at you, eyes abnormally wide and doe-like. "About...his crush on his best friend?" You're a bit confused as to why Jin would want to know your opinion, seeing as how you've only met the guy a handful of times. "Yeah, about his friend."

You go quiet for a bit, mulling over the situation, considering all the possible outcomes- very Dr.Strange. "I...I don't know. On the one hand, they've been friends for kind of a long time by now and if he tells her how he feels and she doesn't love him back, it could not only damage his ego but even break apart their friendship. Scenario number two would be that he tells her, she feels the same, but then it doesn't work out in the end and we're back to scenario one..." Yoongi goes back to looking down, his eyes seemingly low and his expression crestfallen, though you assume it's just him being overly invested in Jin's love life as he tends to be, even with yours. "Although, there is the possible third scenario...one where he tells her and maybe she feels the same way and they try it and it's even more beautiful than they imagined, you know? Like maybe it was what they should've done all along and the timing was overdo- or maybe...the timing is just now completely perfect..." You look over at him, shrugging your shoulders, "I don't know though." "I love you."

You stare at him for a long time before it clicks, your heart feeling confused and simultaneously...something else. "You...love me? What do you mean?" "I mean..." He trails off, standing up from his spot and then turning his back to you. You can tell his mind is racing- and so is yours. Finally, he turns back around to face you; his eyes are fixed on you in such a way that it makes your heart flutter in your chest, "I mean that being your best friend already gives me everything I could ever want, but that being more...would be so much more than anything in this world that I could ever want." You're quiet for a long time but he doesn't stop staring at you.

His gaze is soft and patient, "Y/n, if you don't feel the same way I understand, and look, I will never bring this up again and I will still love you and support you just as much as I do now- but if there's a part of you- even just an ounce- that believes this could really be somethi-" You don't know when exactly the decision was made within your body, but somehow, you find yourself standing to your feet and completely closing the distance between the both of you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you press into him, taking in the delicious smell of his cologne. You couldn't get any closer to him if you tried. "I love you too," You say into his neck. His arms tighten around your waist and he also buries his face into the crook of your neck,

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to say that..."

3.) Hoseok

Your stomach is in knots and your palms are incredibly sweaty. You feel as though you might pass out but you try to calm yourself down. Breath. Breathe. Breathe. You're about to do what you swore to yourself you never would...

You and Hoseok have been friends for years now; your connection was instantaneous and completely different from any other friendship you've ever had. You'd meet up for coffee, and then coffee turned to grabbing a drink with friends, then chugging beers just the two of you at whatever crusty bar you'd decided on that night- he was hilarious and sloppy and so...wonderful.

You're not really sure when it changed for you, but one day it was like a switch had flipped and things were...different. You couldn't put your finger on it but suddenly, you could feel something else going on between you. You used to be able to talk about your individual love lives: who you'd been with, who you wanted to be with, etc. but now, you feel your blood absolutely boil when he mentions even the vaguest interest in another girl- but you can see it's the same for him too. It wasn't lost on you when you brought up your date with Taehyung, how Hoseok's grip tightened on his beer bottle; his knuckles practically turning white even as he downed the rest of his bottle. His mouth was a tight line, his lids low and narrowed- and if it were physically possible, you're sure you'd have seen literal fire in his eyes.

Hoseok's been having a hard time lately. Things have developed in his personal life that would make anyone buckle...he was drinking pretty heavily for a while and even dabbled in...other things- but he's been working on himself and you've been as supportive as humanly possible. These days, you see the light back in his eyes the way you used to. Now, it's finally time to come clean."What are we watching?" Hoseok asks, plopping down on the couch, individual kernels accidentally dropping out of the bowl of popcorn. You clear your throat, snapping back to reality, "Uhm- I was thinking of something super cheesy and dumb." "Twilight it is," He scrolls through until he finds it and then the screen turns black for a moment as you wait for it to load up. In the blackness, you see your reflection; your facial expression is heavy with worry, but he doesn't notice. I need to tell him. I need to tell him. I need to tell him. Before you know it, it gets to the part of the movie where Bella goes out to meet Jacob and his dad.

"You know, I was so peeved when I re-watched the first movie after watching New Moon," He says, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Oh? Why?" "Because her and Jake should've been endgame." You furrow your brows, "Really? I always thought she looked good with Edward," You shrug. "Are you kidding me?" He turns to look at you, "She had so much more chemistry with Jake- Edward didn't even LIKE her at first and basically wants to kill her all the time. And besides-," He takes a sip from his glass of Coke and then hands it to you to drink from as well, since he knows you always forget to serve your own drink before sitting down, "-everyone knows it's better to start off as friends first and then go from there." You stare down at the glass for a moment. This is it. This is my in. "I- I guess you're right." "Of course I am," He says, turning back to the TV. "Uhm, Hoseok?" "Mm?" "Can you pause it for a second?" He immediately pauses and looks at you, "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine- I just need to talk to you about something." "Okay, shoot," He positions himself so that he's able to face you directly, his expression showing concern. You suddenly feel your cheeks get hot, his gaze burning you with every second. "You're my best friend, you know?" "Of course." "I truly feel like you know me more than anyone and that you are the absolute most amazing person I've ever known." He smiles and looks down, "Shut up, dude." In the light of the TV, you can see he's blushing and it makes your heart flutter. "Hoseok, I love you." You stare at each other for a few seconds, and you watch as your words enter his ears and then settle into his brain- though when it does, his smile falters. Wait- what's happening? "Hoseok...say something." He remains quiet, his eyes moving from your face to his hands, and then he turns his whole body away from you so he's back to facing the TV. He presses play and then...nothing. He's completely mute. You let it go on for a few scenes, your heart about to break out of your chest. Tears begin to form in your eyes and you're so grateful that the lights are off. "Hoseok, please. Please say something." "What do you want me to say, Y/n? That I'm happy you told me? That I'm happy that now things are gonna be different?" "They don't have to be different," Your voice comes out as barely a whisper. This was not how you imagined this going at all. "Doesn't have to be different? Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I'm-" He catches how loud he's getting and then his voice drops down to a whisper, "I'm not okay right now. I'm messed up. I don't have the capacity to give you- to be the thing you need me to. I'm incapable." He lets his face fall into his hands. "Hoseok, I don't need anything from you. I just wanted you to know-" "Why, Y/n? Why did you need to tell me? Why did you need to take this away from me?" "Take- what?" You're getting more and more confused at his reaction; granted, you always knew there was a chance he'd reject you, but this is so much worse. "This, Y/n. My best friend. My comfort. I'm never going to be able to feel like this again. I'll always feel like I let you down." "You're not letting me down," You try to reach out and touch him, but he tears himself away from your hand. "I have to go." "Jhope, please. Let's just pretend I didn't say anything-" "I need to clear my head. I have to go." You want so badly to get in his way, to stop him, to block the door- but your legs won't listen. Within two minutes, he's gathered his things and walked to the door, "I'll…talk to you another time."

4.) Namjoon

Music is blaring from all sides of the club; bodies are practically sticking together from how hot and sweaty everyone is, and you've lost count of just how many people have bumped into you in the last hour- but he's here. Right next to you. He hasn't left your side all night. When he invited you out, you assumed it was because he'd felt bad that you'd be alone tonight and reluctantly, you got as ready as you could and met him there. He was standing out in the front with some of his boys, which made you nervous since you'd only met them a couple of times. You haven't gone out with him to a club in a few years; not really your scene so he doesn't invite you that often, so you assumed he'd eventually ditch you to go dance with some girls, but to your surprise, he stayed. "Hey!" Namjoon says loudly, leaning in so you can hear him over the music, "Wanna go get some air?" "Sounds good!" Immediately, he grabs your hand and pulls you so that you're as close to him as possible as he guides you through the sea of people. You're trying to focus on not tripping but it's hard to do when all you can think of is how you've never held his hand before. Of course, you've never really had the opportunity to do so. You've been best friends for years and he has no idea that you...feel the way that you do. No one does. When you finally make it back out to the front, you both let out a deep breath and he lets go of your hand. "Oh my God- fresh air!" He exclaims. "It was hot as hell in there, wasn't it?" "Yeah, and it's clear some people have never heard of deodorant," He scrunches his nose in disgust, making you laugh. "I'm gonna be honest, I don't know that I can go back in there," You chuckle. He smiles gently, "We don't have to. I know clubbing isn't really your thing to begin with. Thanks for coming." "Oh, it was nothing. I wanted to come." "Oh yeah? Plans to dance on some totally hot guys tonight?" He jokes, raising an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, "Oh please, the last thing I need is for some weirdo to latch on to me all night." He lets his mouth hang open in mock disgust, "I'm offended." "I meant a different weirdo than you," You assure him, a smile creeping up on your face. "Of course, of course," He smiles back, dimples on full display. "God, I love your dimples." Your eyes widen in shock; that was supposed to remain in your head. "Well, thank you," He says, surprised at your compliment. "Sorry, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud," You blush, immediately looking away to avoid further embarrassment. "Why not?" "Because no." "But I liked it." You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes and wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. "Why are you getting shy?" He asks, reaching over and lifting your head by your chin so that you're looking at him. Your stomach is practically doing summersaults. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush before," His smile is even bigger now. "Who's blushing?" You ask, trying to calm yourself internally, darting your eyes every which way just to avoid looking at him. He steps closer, hand still cupping your chin, "You are." His tone is low and soft, and yet, it commands your attention completely and you can't help but lock eyes with him. You can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears and you're almost positive that he can too- but neither of you break the connection. In fact, with every passing millisecond, you find that the both of you are inching closer and closer until finally, you can feel the heat of his face so close to yours. "Can I...?" He whispers, lips already parted in anticipation. "Please..." You say, finally allowing yourself to press into him.

#bts #suga #jin #namjoon #angst #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook #jimin #jhope #fanfiction #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys

[ihavefrogsinmybag]

Chapter 2: Rainy Friends and Worried Brothers.

The clock hit 3:45 PM. Seren's eyes lit up. They jumped up from their desk and sped into the living room. They grabbed their key from the key bowl and double-checked that they had their phone.

"Bye, Mom. I love you!"

"Love you too, honey! Be careful."

"I will!" Seren assured their mom before walking out of the apartment. They glided down the staircase and stepped onto the sidewalk. Their shoes slapped against the pavement as they made their way through the crowd. Yesterday, a girl named April accidentally pushed Seren over... which seems bad.. but it actually helped them. Seren found out that April worked at the Dollar Hut near their apartment, so that probably meant she lives nearby. This could be a chance for Seren to make a friend.

When April bumped into them yesterday, Seren noticed it was almost 4:00. They assumed that her shift started at 4:00. Seren was hoping to catch April before her shift so they could exchange contact info and maybe hang out sometime.

The clouds became dark and rain started pouring. Seren lifted up their hood and turned the corner onto the street where the Dollar Hut was. They made their way to the entrance of the store and took shelter under the awning. Luckily enough, as they stood there catching their breath, April also ran under the awning for cover. It looked like she had just gotten there for her shift and was taking a moment to compose herself before clocking in. Despite the fact that Seren had been so excited to come and find April, they sort of just...froze up and stood there. They didn't want to bother her at work or come off as weird. They couldn't think of what to say. They just stood stiffly and held their breath. The pressure in Seren's chest grew and they felt like they were going to explode until-

"Hey! I know you. You're the kid I accidentally pushed over yesterday!"

Seren sighed in relief. They were glad April had noticed them first because they were not good at starting conversations.

"Yup, that's me." they stuttered.

"Seren, right? Fancy seeing you here."

"About that, I actually came here for you."

April raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"For me?"

"Yeah for you, but it's nothing bad. I promise! Remember when I told you I don't have any friends because I just moved here?"

"Yes?"

"Well, you said to come visit you during a shift and I was hoping we could maybe hang out sometime?"

April had a look of realization and then smacked herself in the forehead.

"That's right. I did say that! I'm sorry I completely forgot about that."

Seren relaxed a bit. "Don't sweat it, I totally understand. I forget stuff all they time."

"Tell me about it," she chuckled

Seren paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"So.. would it be weird if we exchanged contact info and hung out sometime?"

"No, not at all!" she smiled, "Here let me.."

She rummaged through her pockets and pulled out an old receipt.

"Do you have a pen on you?"

Seren quickly pulled a pen out of their hoodie pocket and handed it to her.

"Yup! I always keep one on me."

April took the pen and flipped the receipt over to write something on it. She folded it up and handed it to Seren.

"There. I wrote my number on the back of that receipt for you. Text me and I'll text you back when I get off work. "

Seren pocketed the receipt and smiled.

"Thank you! Can't wait to hang out with you." they beamed.

"Same here." April looked at the time on her phone.

"Well, I gotta go clock in. I'll talk to you later."

"Alrighty, see you later. Bye April!"

"See ya Seren!" She waved before heading into the store.

Seren was ecstatic! That had gone better than they hoped. They skipped back out onto the pavement, which was now damp because of the rain. They couldnt help flapping their hands. They stepped in every puddle they could on the way home enjoying the sound of the rain as they went.

(Time skip to after April's shift ends)

It was 10 PM and April walked out of the store, relieved that her shift was finally over. The sun had already set. The air was still a bit misty because of the rain. April turned into a run-down alley and carefully looked around. Once she was sure no one was watching, she squatted down to open a man hole in the middle of the alley. She climbed into the hole and drug the manhole cover back over her before making her way down the ladder. April knew these sewers like the back of her hand so she had no trouble navigating the tunnel systems. She walked to the end of a tunnel and knocked on the wall in a specific pattern. She took a step back and the wall opened for her to get in. She walked into the lair through the opening and was immediately greeted with excitement.

"April!" Mikey exclaimed as he leapt out of a bean bag chair to hug her. Raph and Leo heard Mikey and walked into the skating room.

"Finally, I thought you'd never get here," Leo poked.

"Hey April!" Raph cheerfully greeted.

April gave Leo a hateful glance for his teasing and then smiled at Raph.

"Hey big guy! Sorry it took me so long. My boss wouldn't stop talking to me. "

A voice came from above them.

"Oh good, April, you made it." Donnie remarked midair. He flew down and landed next to her.

"Nice to see you too, Donnie."

"Of course she made it, it's movie night!" Mikey confidently added. April gently pulled away from the hug her brother had locked her in.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Angie!"

"Speaking of movie night.." Raph piped in, "The living room is all ready. We've got popcorn, drinks, and everyone's favorite candies. "

"That sounds awesome Raph! Just let me change out of my work clothes real quick." Before April could do anything else, one of Donnie's robotic arms reached out of his battleshell and handed her a neatly folded stack of clothes.

"Thanks Dee, you're a life saver!"

"No probels"

Leo reached an arm over Donnie's shoulder, pulling him close just to annoy him.

"We'll meet you in the living room when you get done."

The turtles walked out of the room to get the movie ready and April headed to the bathroom to change clothes.

After April got changed, she took a moment to check her phone. She noticed a text from an unknown number and clicked on it. It was a text from Seren.

"Hey April, it's Seren! Thanks for giving me your number and being nice to me. Hope you have an easy shift at work and I am looking forward to hanging out sometime!"

April smiled and left the bathroom. She walked into the living room and flicked on the lights.

"Hey guys, before we start the movie, I have something to show you."

She proudly held up her phone to show the turtles Seren's text.

"See, I told you guys I can make normal friends. I met this kid at work yesterday and they wanted to be my friend!"

Donnie walked closer and squinted at the text.

"Hmm, yeah, the last "normal friend" you had turned out to be made of goop. Plus, we just defeated the Shredder a few months ago. You're new "friend" could be an undercover foot recruit."

Leo nonchalantly leaned against Donnie with his arms crossed.

"And this guy looks like a bit of a try hard. "hope you have an easy shift at work"? That's a bit much for someone you just met."

Mikey pushed the twins onto the couch.

"Don't listen to them. They're just being negative. I think it's great that you're making new friends!"

"Thank you, Mikey." she put emphasis on Mikey's name.

"I dunno April, I want you to make friends but the twins have a point."

April scoffed.

"I met them by accidentally knocking them to the ground. Unless the foot is just waiting for me to push people over, there is no way they could be a spy!"

"Well I guess so.."

Someone clearing their throat broke the silence.

Everyone looked over to see Splinter standing in the doorway.

"What is all this noise about?"

"April has a new "friend" and we think they could be a spy." Leo cut Donnie off,

"Woah, who's "we"? I never said I thought they were a spy. I just said I didn't like how overly nice they were."

"Basically Donnie's over thinking, Leo's trying to start drama, and Raph's just being worried for her."

Splinter sighed in annoyance.

"April is almost an adult. She is allowed to be friends with who-ever she wants. Now.. can we quit arguing and watch the movie?!"

Mikey nodded his head.

"Agreed. Now, let's watch!"

Donnie rolled his eyes and sat in his spot.

"Fine, but if I'm right, you guys will never hear the end of it."

Leo got cozy next to Donnie with a big bowl of popcorn.

"We know Donnie."

Everyone sat in their respective spots and April got her phone out to text Seren back. Raph hit the lights.

"Hey, no phones during the movie!"

"Fine, fine, I'm putting it down."

April pressed send on the text and put her phone away.

"Hey Seren! Glad to see you text, I wasn't sure if I had written my number right lol. I'm excited to hang out with you. Talk to you soon."

#rottmnt #dsatm rottmnt riseoftheteenagemutantninjaturtles tmnt teenagemutantninjaturtles #dostarsandturtlesmix #rottmnt au #rottmnt oc #rottmnt april #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfic #writing

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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Manager!Inarizaki

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i would put in all the reqs but there were so many people who requested for our fox babies that it would literally take up every space :”) and im happy to comply so here it is

AAAA LOOK THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG LIKE BLS BUT IM A RIN SIMP :’)

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sunarin simp is typing😍🍃💞..........

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hehehehehe

so im actually just going to include the starting lineup like i knowwwww theres subs but im only most familiar with the regulars :(

okay so anyways!!

now

you might be wondering

how in the hell did you become the manager of these crackheads

from calm papi kita to psycho tsumu,

why are you their manager

you, the cute and shy and innocent not wittle first year, somehow became the manager of the powerhouse volleyball team of inarizaki high

it all started with our dear lovely samu

hehe bet you didnt see that coming

now we all know baby samu literally is the biggest foodie in the team and he constantly thinks about food 24/7 therefore there isnt much room in there for anything else except for volleyball

basically, 

the dude loves to eat

it just so happens that you made food

your family owned a cafe down the street from the school and you worked there after school to help your parents

now how does this tie in with samu you ask

this chile was so hungry that he had to skip practice

sending kita a quick text about doing a quick errand, he walked down the street on the hunt for a quick place to grab a bite

he totally ignored kita’s warning of cramps if he ate a lot then practiced but whatever food is life

it just so happens he stumbles upon your family’s cafe

when he entered, the smell of bread and food entered his nostrils causing this baby to just float right in

you were manning the register while your brother was at school so you smiled at the incoming figure of this familiar boy

and because you recognized him, you couldnt help but grin and gasp a little

‘oh! miya-senpai!’

you exclaimed and osamu was confused because he’s never seen you before but he thought you were probably a kouhai in school

you looked young and definitely not a face he’s seen before so he concluded you were most likely a first year

and you were really cute

like really

really

cute

that thought caused this babe to blink awkwardly and nod at your direction

‘uh, hi’

he greeted and you smiled at his awkward nature

‘what can i get you today, miya-senpai?’

he must’ve been busy looking at you to actually look at the menu behind you and he fumbled, rushing to find a food to get

‘wh-what do ya recommend?’

he asked and you paused then thought deeply

‘hmm, we have onigiris freshly made! and we also have milk bread thats really good!’

did you just-

did you just say onigiri?

‘yea ill take some onigiri’

he decided and you lit up

‘perfect! the total is-’

he completely blanked out because wow your smile was really pretty

‘miya-senpai? miya-senpai?’

you called out and he snapped out of it

‘oh, sorry, here’

he gave you the cash and you gave him back his change before wandering to the glass case where the savory foods were placed

you seemed to glide over and osamu watched you with fond eyes, interest bubbling in him

there was something about you that made him curious

but he just didnt know what

it confused him because maybe you were just someone he hasnt seen before and not the same fans he sees all the time

‘you’re really lucky, miya-senpai. i just finished making them minutes before you walked in’

you commented

this took him aback

‘you cook?’

he suddenly asked and you chuckled, soft and airy laughs filling the air

‘of course, senpai! learning to cook is an essential for a business like this’

and thus created a beautiful friendship

he would come over to eat nearly every day of the week while you would happily serve him

sometimes, he would even buy extra so you could eat with him

while you were talking, he noticed you lacked the accent others from there had and he thought you were not originally from hyogo

he learned that you were actually from miyagi and you moved here just this year

‘so, how ya liking it ‘round here?’

he asked one day, after swallowing his food

you thought about it before shrugging

‘i mean, its still the countryside so i guess everything’s the same. maybe the dialect? my neighbors have strong accents, haha’

samu chuckled

‘its common over here. ya sound a lot more from tokyo. my best friend’s from there, ya see’

you raised an eyebrow

‘hm?’

‘rin. suna rin is in the team and hes from tokyo so he sounds like a standard city boy. ill take ya to meet him sometime’

nah he really wasnt

he wanted to keep you away from the others as much as possible, especially his brother, because he was a greasy mf

but that didnt really work out into plan because you approached him in school the other day

you saw him and you hurriedly ran to him where he stood with his twin and some guy

tsumu saw you coming from behind his brother and he smirked before nodding at you

‘samu, ya got a girlie running for ya’

samu turned, confused, until he saw your adorable face

‘y/n. whats up?’

you grinned

‘you left your team jacket, miya-senpai’

the red jacket was clutched in your hands and the two boys behind him shared a surprised look because osamu never mentioned a girlfriend

and with the way you were holding his jacket, the two boys immediately jumped into conclusions

well

more like atsumu started whining at osamu for not telling him he had a girl

‘i thought we were brothers! brothers for life!’

samu just awkwardly stands there and he has a sheepish look in his eyes that were looking at you apologetically

‘sorry about him, y/n. but thank you for returning it’

you handed him the fabric before smiling

‘it was a good thing you had a spare one for me, miya-senpai. who knew the rain would come so suddenly’

osamu sighed then playfully poked your forehead with his finger

‘how many times do i have to tell you to call me by my first name? i really dont want to hear anything that associates me with this bastard’

atsumu socked osamu at the shoulder causing the gray-haired boy to look away from you and start yelling at his brother

‘touch me again! see what happens then!’

‘yer just showing off for yer girlie! ya aint doin nothing!’

suna shook his head before turning to you with a sympathetic look

‘you really want to be with this guy? him and this idiot are practically a package’

you tilted your head

‘im,,, not with miya-senpai?’

suna blinked

‘but he gave you his jacket. he doesnt even give it to me. i guess its not part of best friend privileges’

at the mention of best friend, you lit up

‘oh! you must be sunarin! the tokyo boy!’

baby rin choked a little at the sight of your grin and he scrunched his eyebrows while awkwardly raising the corner of his lips to a smile

‘you,, uh,,, you know me?’

like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you nodded

‘at first, when miya-senpai told me, i didnt know who you were. but! youre actually very popular, suna-senpai! too bad i never saw you until today, though, because we’re in different floors. but! a lot of girls talk about you!’

poor rin didnt know how to react to that because he didnt want to look flustered but he didnt want to look cocky either

so he just opted to smile gently

‘oh. well, in that case. let me introduce myself to you. suna rintaro’

can we normalize suna being an actual nice guy instead of the cold stand-offish player bastard?

you shook his hand and said your name as well

like samu, he asked you to call him by his first name too since you were close to his friend therefore should try being close to you too

speaking of samu, him and atsumu reduced the violence to just bickering and they were still teasing each other even after you and suna talked

the coochi bangs boy rolled his eyes then slapped atsumu’s arm to gain their attention

‘yo. theres a girl here. try and be nice and civil’

atsumu seems like he forgot your existence because his eyes brightened at the sight of you

‘oh! heya!’

you nervously smiled at him because his hyperness and overall atsumu-ness was quite overwhelming

‘h-hello, miya-senpai’

atsumu pouted at how apprehensive you sounded

‘eyyy, why are you being nervous, girlie? im just samu, yanno! same face and everything!’

osamu knew you well enough that you were kinda awkward and you didnt know how to approach a hyper person like his brother so he naturally saved you

‘hey, y/n, the bell’s about to ring any moment now so try to not be late and ill be sure to see you later. do you want me to pick you up from your class and we can walk together?’

to you, it was just a simple offer from a friend but to the two, that was the confirmation of your relationship with the wing spiker

‘wahh, atsumu, your brother really is better than you. he knows how to treat girls good’

atsumu took offense to this

‘excuse you! i would be too if there were genuine girls in this school!’

osamu’s aggressive blinking was his signal for you to hurry along and you noticed causing you to chuckle before bidding goodbye

‘it was nice meeting you, rin-senpai. and,,, you too, miya-senpai. samu-senpai, later at 3?’

osamu softly smiled while nodding

‘later at 3’

the TEASING HE FACED from the two was unbearable and despite the amount of times he denied it, they were still teasing him

‘samu’s got a girlfriend~! samu’s got a girlfriend~!’

‘tsumu, i swear to god if you dont shut your trap’

‘imagine having a girlfriend’

true to his word, osamu was waiting for ya at the bottom of the stairwell from the one that led to the second floor, absentmindedly kicking some invisible thing in the floor

you were fixing your bag straps on your shoulders when you saw him at the end of the hallway and you couldnt contain your excitement seeing the grey haired boy

‘samu-senpai!!’

you shouted, getting his attention that made him whip his head up

the blank face contorted into a small smile and he raised a hand

‘yo’

when you made it next to him, you were grinning really big and samu felt flustered at your happy face

so he cupped your chin with his large hand that allowed him to squeeze both cheeks

‘cutie’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it, too busy trying to get him to stop squishing

you were originally supposed to go walk over to the cafe but you didnt know that osamu was actually trying to skip practice and he was trying to hide from the members

okay first off, i dont think samu would ever skip practice willingly bc he has the same drive as miya atsumu but he also just wants to spend time with you asklfjldfjdlk

but the loud mouth tsumu saw you guys as you turned a hallway

you were busy talking to osamu about some cooking chef guy gordon and he was nodding and talking but then he heard a loud shout

‘SAMU!’

osamu babie didnt know what was happening so he protectively placed an arm in front of you and hurriedly shoved you behind him in case something happened

duh you didnt know what was happening either so you were clutching his jacket and peeked from his arm to see atsumu stomping over with suna trailing behind him, seemingly texting on his phone

osamu lazily glared at his brother

‘what’

atsumu blanched and sped walk faster until he was right in front of him to yell 

‘IM TIRED OF YER EXCUSES! JUST CUS YA GOT YASELF A GIRLIE DUN MEAN YA GET TO SKIP PRACTICE!’

you furrowed your eyebrows

you tugged at his jacket and osamu turned to peer down at you and he gulped, preparing himself to hear your scolding

it wasnt the first time you scolded him as you just told him off the other day for not eating enough vegetables and fruits to balance out his unhealthy love for onigiri and sweets

‘samu-senpai,,, you told me you guys were taking an off week. why are you skipping practice today’

you were genuinely worried and you didnt seem to understand why he did that but the other two did and atsumu didnt hesitate

‘CUS HE WANTS TA SPEND TIME WITH YA, Y/N! BASTARD CANT EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME THE REASON! YER SICK?! WHAT THE HELL EXCUSE IS THAT! YA NEVER GET SICK!’

poor suna is just watching this go down and he felt bad that you were caught in the middle

so he suggested a compromise

you watched sunarin push atsumu’s chest to make him back off and he gently smiled at you before looking at the two

‘how about we all go to practice and if y/n-chan wants, she can wait and osamu can spend time with her when hes done? besides, atsumu, you know osamu has been doing good on his spikes. maybe we can persuade coach and kita to let him off early since hes,,, quote unquote,, ‘sick’’

osamu debated but you emerged from behind him

‘sure! samu-senpai would love to go to practice! right, samu-senpai?’

you smiled at him but it was a stern smile

you just wanted him to go to practice because you knew now of how important volleyball was to the school and they needed to get all their time and energy to win the sport

atsumu agreed to this plan but osamu was forced to accept it

simp

just for extra measure, sunarin and tsumu walked behind you guys to the gym so you and samu had time to talk

you were chiding him of course because why would he waste time with spending time with you

‘just wanted to see ya, y/n-chan’

he winked but you pouted and wrinkled your nose

‘you cant weasel yourself out of this, samu-senpai’

osamu has never heard you scold him before so he was like o.o but inside he was like,,, hot

the gym was already on full practice and kita saw the second years from the door

aran LAKDJFLAKSFJLASDKF ARAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA nudged mimi with a smirk

as much as they loved the underclassmen, watching them get told off by kita was too funny to not watch

but what caused them to curiously peer behind the three was the appearance of a girl

a girl?

‘why’s a girl with them?’

aran mumbled and mimi shrugged, but also intrigued

you were behind osamu and he could tell you were nervous because youve heard of the reputation of the team

they were seen as practically as popular as the basketball team and everyone worshipped them

they were who put the school’s name in the map and you were about to meet the legends of inarizaki

thankfully, atsumu and rin walked to the front of you two so you and samu were at the back

samu didnt look at you but he reached behind him to open his palm as a signal for you to take it

you gratefully grabbed it and leaned closer in case something happens

‘KITA-SAN! WE GOT EM!’

atsumu shouted and suna chided him for being really loud

‘you’re late’

an even voice said in front of them and you leaned over to the side to see who it was from

your eyes bulged out of your head because one, wow he was handsome, and two, he looked like someone from miyagi

YALL KNOW WHO IM TALKING ABOUT BYE-

‘oh wow’

you mumbled absentmindedly and samu looked at you at the corner of his eye before scoffing

your face was totally bright red and your eyes were super wide

kita? really? of all guys? it was kita?

‘SORRY! was samu who took so long!’

atsumu lowered his voice down but he didnt tell the captain of his brother’s plans to skip

‘he has a stomachache and he was at the nurse’s office’

suna smoothly came up with a lie and he might look cool and calm, his hands were clasped behind him with it clenching his phone

your eyes left kita to notice that habit and you had a small smile because it was another reassurance that these boys werent as high and legendary as everyone made them to be

in the end they were still just students and boys

they were still human

‘oi, osamu, who’s the girl?’

aran finally bit the bullet and asked the question everyone has been wondering since the beginning

both you and samu stiffened at the direct question to you but he nodded

‘this is l/n y/n’

he introduced and you raised a shaky hand as a greeting but let go of samu to bow slightly to your seniors

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n, i’m a first year’

a few players also raised a hand but it was mimi who spoke at last

‘nice to meet you’

kita nodded at you but turned to the three

‘why is she with you? are you skipping again, osamu?’

again?

osamu inwardly cringed 

obviously, kita was sharper than they would think because he easily saw through suna’s lie

he also knew that samu never really got sick

he watched the younger shovel 5 bowls of ramen and still have enough room eat a plate of mochi and he was perfectly fine

it was silent between the four of you and atsumu and suna were looking at each other as they ran out of lies

dang they even planned the entire walk of what to say to kita

you looked between the twins and their friend before speaking up

‘samu-senpai really did have a stomachache. i was-uh-helping the nurse! um, i want to be a doctor or a nurse when i grow up! and-’

you started to ramble but because you were trying to lie and it was never your forte

ALKESDJFLKD Y/N I NEED TO TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL OMG

‘we were tryin to convince y/n to be a manager. thats why we took so long’

atsumu huffed

you froze

a what?

a manager?

you were genuinely truthful about wanting to go into a medical profession but not a manager

you were already a manager before and you didnt really want to do it again

kita was inspecting suna’s and atsumu’s and osamu’s faces to see a trace of dishonesty

you saw him raise a dark eyebrow and you knew then that these three cannot tell a lie to save their life

so you nodded frantically making kita look at you

‘mhm! they asked me! miya-san wanted someone they knew already so they asked me because i’m samu-senpai’s friend! so here i am!’

your awkward smile and stiff outstretched arms might’ve seem suspicious but kita moved his gaze from you to atsumu and the blonde nodded

‘yea! ya’ve been talkin bout bein worried of next year cus yall aint here no more so i got sum person responsible enough fer us!’

STOPP I HATE IT HERE I CANT SEEM TO WRITE OUT ATSUMU’S ACCENT LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

after the longest 3 seconds, kita finally nodded and closed his eyes warily

‘alright. l/n-san, come here’

you froze at the way he said your name but suna was kind enough to walk over to your place beside samu to gently push you forward to kita

‘its okay’

he mumbled and you were so thankful because that gave you enough motivation and strength to keep going

your height was staggering between these men and kita seemed to tower you

but you kept an even and calm face 

‘yes?’

you asked

kita looked at you and he stared at your face, pupils moving as a sign that he was inspecting your eyes and every feature 

oh my god you shouldve plucked your nose hairs this morning

before you could feel more self-conscious, he spoke

‘you said you want to be a doctor?’

‘well, more like a nurse but um same thing’

‘you know medical stuff? know how to treat injuries?’

‘yes. i was a manager back in my hometown so i have experience’

‘where are you from?’

‘miyagi’

‘ya familiar with shiratorizawa?’

you cringed but nodded

‘yes’

‘are you from there?’

‘yes’

the three stooges from behind you had wide eyes at this sudden revelation because that was a school theyve played before

even the last interhigh, they were familiar of how strong that school was

the eagle and the guess monster

and you were their manager before? 

must’ve been during middle school as you were just a first year

‘so you know how plays and stats work?’

‘yes. anything you want me to do, im familiar and capable to do it’

god why are you saying this

you didnt even want to be a manager in the first place

yet here you are again

you were getting flashbacks from the war ajkfdfd

kita looked at you silently once more before finally standing up straight and pointing you to their coach who was watching the whole thing with crossed arms and furrowed brows

‘there. talk to him and you can finalize everything. i think its too early to say this but nonetheless, welcome to the team, y/n’

AND THUS STARTED YOUR JOURNEY WITH THE BOYS

akldjklfjsdlakj

IT WAS ALL BUILT ON LIES BUT WHATEVER

AS LONG AS NO ONE DIED ISSOKAY

no but really dont tell lies in general yall, maybe white lies, but try not to do that

OKAY MOVING ON

MOMENTS WITH THE TEAM

duh you are much much closer to samu than the rest of the team so you tended to stick to him more

like you would go to him first if you needed something or if you wanted someone to help you with the crate, he would be your go-to

that would make atsumu whine because he felt that samu was better than him

‘oi, y/n! im really good with ma arms! i can bench 300 yanno?’

you politely smiled and nodded

‘thank you for telling me, miya-san’

then you would proceed to nudge samu’s arm yum to ask for help

butbutbutbut

dont worry!!!!

you do end up warming up to him

for my atsumu stans, yall tend to go to him when samu is either busy or you just need a good laugh

this mans will embarrass himself both on purpose or accidentally to make you laugh lmao

you also have extra bottles for his medicine because he has adhd and the guys are like,,,, yo chill

and duh atsumu would forget to take them so youre practically his reminder

we all know how tsumu was practically attacked that one time when he insulted those girls, right?

yall may have forgiven but i will never forget >:(

well, during matches, you as their manager, always have to tell the stands to be quiet when atsumu is serving 

but no one told you this

you kind of figured it out during your time like when his eye would twitch if samu was talking to suna too loudly or when he would close his eyes to shut off his hearing because of the loud spikes on the other side

you noticed it

so you would go to the stands and nicely tell them that if they see atsumu serving, to be quiet

‘i understand you are all excited when he does his serve but we would all benefit more you could release that excitement inside and silently’

*cue atsumu pretending to faint in sunas arms*

OH SPEAKING OF SUNA

YES I SAID THAT I DONT REALLY LIKE FANON SUNA BC,,,

WEED

AND DRUGS

AND RUDE 

JUST OVERALL

NOT RECOMMENDED

but canon suna :”)

as a player, suna is seen as really manipulative and snarky and witty

he loves to poke fun at the other team, even his own, and just all-around annoying

but off-court

suna is a very quiet and reserved person

totally different from the one who talks and yaps constantly to the other side of the net

and hes a really pure person in some topics

like he would turn red when you would compliment his new picture that he posted in inasgram 

PLEASE SUNA IS TOTALLY A PHOTOGRAPHER LIKE HE TAKES PICTURES OF SUNSETS AND STUFF

or when you would offer to bandage him up for him because it’s hard to do it himself and your hand would touch his

dont tell anyone this but suna is very relieved that you and samu weren’t dating

thats all

thats all for now

;)

OOOO kita!!!

okay so kita is the captain, right?

but he doesnt play

like he plays rarely and aran is usually the on-court captain

this causes you and him to be at the sidelines a lot

he would tell you what he thinks would happen next or what the next plan should be and you would provide your own input

in a way, he was the one who really taught you the mechanics of volleyball and he would tell you the different tricks that techniques that the twins came up with 

what makes you really soft and fall for him is when he starts to compliment his players

his pride in aran for being one of the top aces that has led them to nationals

his pride in mimi for being able to go on the longest on court and not be tired

his pride on akagi for being able to receive each ball and successfully give it to their setter

his pride on hitoshi for being the one who could handle the team personality wise and his plans for him to be his successor

his pride on ATSUmu for being the best setter he’s ever seen and his drive to get better no matter what

his pride on samu for being so strong and still getting stronger despite his dream career to be something not volleyball-related

his pride on sunA being motivated enough to help the team and make sure everyone knows that every ball can be stopped

like pls you almost cry all the time when you hear kita saying that because he seems to not say it to the others but only to you

it makes you happy that kita relies so much on these guys as much as they rely on him

OH MY GOSH OMIMI

okay

so omimi ren is a very quiet and calm character

hes kinda like suna where they dont really say much but when they do, its usually important and not irrelevant like atsumu

and he didnt say much when you got inducted in the team as a manager

like he just stared at you and you were just like o.o

ngl he did scare you a bit bc of his tall height looming over you and the way his dark eyes just pierces you through your soul

hes the type that you cannot willingly tell a lie to him bc you know he will find out one way or another

he can see right through you

maybe thats what makes him such a good middle blocker

but you started to warm up to him really quick and he would sometimes walk you home if the others cant mainly bc he knows his appearance will make anyone back off

its the simple things that make you appreciate him

two words: ginjima hitoshi

he is so two-faced

NO LISTEN BEFORE YALL BEAT ME UP JUST HEAR ME OUT

you know how like the 4 second years (PLEASE I KNOW THERES A GUY NAMED YUTO BUT LIKE I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM AAAAAA TELL ME IF YOU WANT HIM IN HERE)

like suna, the twins, and hitoshi

the twins are the annoying ones who causes trouble, suna is the one taking pictures and evidence while cheering them on, and hitoshi is the one trying to break it up

BUT

i think that hitoshi is really the worst out of the 4 and he keeps in because who else would be the responsible one of the bunch

hello? they were about to be third years next year like are we really gonna go on with possibly a miya twin or suna being captain?

no

so he tries to force down his inner chaos to take on the role of the responsible one

BUTTTTT

you try to release that inner chaos

you sometimes hear him egging on atsumu under his breath like ‘do it’ but quietly so no one hears him

and youre like

?-?

please? we’re not? supposed? to allow? atsumu? to eat? and swallow? a whole? raw egg?

at first, duh he was also like that with you but you want him to be himself and be comfortable with you so you work hard to make him open up

now

you kinda regret it

because he now wants to go through the mcdonalds drive-thru, with no car, just to get mcflurries

you stared down at hitoshi from your bedroom window with a confused expression

‘but? you dont have a car?’

he grins up at you

‘but i got a CART! they said as long as it’s a car and car is in the word cart and the extra ‘t’ is just a bonus!’

‘hitoshi no-’

AAAAAA MICHIMICHI BABY

so akagi is the libero of the team and he is the one responsible for the make sure the ball doesnt touch the ground type of thing

you get really worried about him bc he does a lot of flying saves and his knees always get roughed up and such

so you try and stitch him up as much as you can like you even send him sites for good warm packs to buy

something that isnt known about akagi is that he, like atsumu, really likes to cook

but more like

he bakes

he bakes as a stress reliever and its like his meditation time

you go over to his house a lot to go bake something w him and share it to the guys later on

during ina get-togethers, him and samu are in charged of the food while youre the sous chef

SPEAKING OF SAMU

we forgot about him for a sec aldfjklkfdjlk 

it was all thanks to him

because of him, you became a manager despite your initial refusal to become one again

you made friends with more people and you were able to have a fun high school life because of it

because of him

osamu does get a little sad or irritated whenever the guys start to hog you up

like he has to push down the tantrum of ‘I SAW HER FIRST!’

he wants to be the better twin lmao

he gets really butthurt when you would go to someone else even during the middle of your conversation

like he would be talking to you on the side but suna calls you over for tape and youre going

he pouts and atsumu teases him about it causing him to bark at him

LOL HE BARKS

okay so training camp

i think therell be an imagine for this so ill try to not make it as detailed

lets just say its a mess

suna really wants to go hiking bc he wants to go the top of the mountain for pictures of the stars and stuff

but atsumu whines of the bugs and possible creatures in there

this causes osamu to tease him and call him a coward and a wimp

and leads to a fight which aran tries to break up but gets sucked in anyways

and omimi just stands by and watches but he intends to intervene if it gets too much

then akagi gets taken by suna to go the hike with him even though hes scared of bugs so hes whimpering and complaining

while kita and hitoshi are off in the kitchen talking about new grains of flour and stuff

where are you?

youre at the lodge, drinking your f/d (favorite drink) and watching all this go down bc at training camp, it’s every man for themselves

there is a lot of bonding times as a team bc these boys may seem like all they think about is volleyball but they like to do something else outside of that

what they love the most is going to the beach

not only do they get to have fun, they get to relax and see you in a swimsuit alkfdjkfj

especially when kita accidentally falls asleep? they bury him with sand and make him look like a mermaid

because they are players who work out so great bodies duh

and they get so much attention for that

but they all mainly pay attention to you and oh my

youve expressed not being comfortable in wearing a swim suit and watch these guys absolutely start throwing compliments at you

but the third years would softly tell you that it’s okay not to wear one bc all that matters is if youre comfortable or not

HELP I WANT AN ARAN AAAAAAAAAAA

OH SO

we know how kita’s family are rice farmers, right?

well

he farms to help his granny and sometimes, youre the only one who’s free enough to go and help him 

so you go over there all the time and granny really loves you bc one, you take care of her shin and thats beyond everything, and two, youre reliable and make shin laugh and such

like one time, you were carrying a basket to the back deck and granny saw you from the kitchen

she smiled before waddling over to the door so she could talk to you

‘y/n-chan!’

you whipped around quickly at the call of your name before grinning and hurrying up to her

‘yes, granny?’

she gave you a bottled water then gestured down to the field where shin was tirelessly tending to the rice

‘please give that to shinsuke. poor boy has been pushing himself too hard with the field and his sport and not taking care of himself’

she chided but there was a certain hint in her tone that made her sound so proud of her grandson

you looked down at the bottle and squeezed it

‘kita-san works hard not for himself, but for everyone else. it makes me sad when he neglects his health and tends to the team instead. so dont worry, baa-chan! i’ll take care of kita-san for him! for you!’

nah bc granny was already gossiping with her neighborhood ladies about this beautiful girl that shin got and how they should be jealous their grandsons don’t have someone like you

OOOOOOO 

since your family owns a cafe, the guys goes there all the time

its kinda like the ramen shop for the seijoh boys

they go there mainly to see you even outside of practice ANDDD

they wanna look good in front of your family

like tsumu suddenly knows cleanliness bc he cleans up the mess on the table or kita is no longer an introvert as hes now talking to your mom about the benefits of rice water and her not needing one bc her hair is already beautiful

PLEASE WHAT

and even during the summer, theyve helped out a lot when it was busy lunch times and you couldnt handle it yourself

GOSH IMAGINE SAMU BEING YOUR MOM’S APPRENTICE AND HANDSOME BOYS TAKING YOUR ORDERS WHILE SOME ARE CARRYING HEAVY TRAYS THAT MAKE THEIR ARMS POP

okay imma stop now

OH DONT GET ME STARTED DURING THE DEFEAT WITH KARASUNO

I DONT CARE YALL CAN HATE ME FOR SAYING THIS BUT KARASUNO SHOULDNT HAVE WON LIKE INARIZAKI WERE LITERALLY THE SECOND PLACE IN NATIONALS AND COMPETED AGAINST I T A C H I Y A M A

LIKE WHAT

OKAY ANYWAYS

everyone was already down and moody bc of the loss

and you wanted to be at the back bc you didnt know how to handle the situation

in your time as their manager, not once have you seen them lose

during those 10 months of being a manager, you have not once seen them be defeated during a game even with practice matches

then with those nobodies?

karasuno?

last time you checked, karasuno went down under when coach ukai retired

so having them lose was a real shock

and a really bad event

there was a certain air around you all during the bus ride to the hotel which made the entire time very uncomfortable

everyone finished their crying either in the locker rooms or the bathroom so all that was left was their red eyes

the coach sent everyone off to bed and although they were allowed more days to stay, they all collectively chose to just go home and keep those excused days as a rest day

‘we all would like to just stay at home and recharge’

kita’s request was everyone else’s, even yours, as you were both worried and tired for the boys

so that night, the coaches were able to book train tickets for everyone the next day back home

you stayed up, watching tv in your own room out of boredom because the group chat was quiet and you were too tired to do anything else

the next day, everyone 

osamu claimed your shoulder and he held your hand tight with his

his breathing was ragged and even with his closed eyes, the redness around them made it obvious he had been crying

the bus that was filled with excitement before, became quiet and the sound of the engine and wheels took over the silence

you thought samu had fallen asleep so you raised your free hand to stroke his hair

‘hey y/n?’

you flinched at the surprise but hummed 

‘imma tell him today. later, but today’

his voice was low and he was murmuring to hint that this was the extra sensitive topic you both discussed a few days ago at the cafe

you nodded but made sure he knew that no matter, he still got you

the coaches were upset and mad at the loss

but in the end, they all realized that this was the last game the boys would play as a team

sure, they could have practice matches and they could play again together in the future but nothing would change the atmosphere and feeling of playing the important matches 

this was the team that brought them closest to nationals with placing second out of the entire country

they were a good team that somehow got defeated

but the coaches were still proud

they didnt even yell at the boys to take laps and instead brought them into a team meeting

you stood beside the coaches, your own sniffles with everyone else, and listened to them talk

‘-year has been the most productive this school’s team has had in decades. i hope you all are proud of yourselves as we are proud of you. you lost so you are no longer in the competition and we talk about it tomorrow. but for now, go home and take a rest because tomorrow, we will be running laps and drills and miss y/n will be timing you until you pass out from exhaustion’

you blankly looked at the coaches bc you thought this would be a heartwarming talk but quickly turned into a threat

‘but thats for tomorrow. so go home and rest up. expect what is to come’

you were just wanting to leave lmao

like you wanted to hurry home and make something for the guys to eat tomorrow

just do something to make them at least smile

the guys were quietly packing up and you watched them with trembling eyes at their dismissal

you wanted them to stay longer

stay here and laugh and mess around

like tsumu poking kita and pretending he didnt

or mimi talking about something and aran staring blankly at him but he’s really sleeping with his eyes open and startling him awake

‘guys!’

you shouted

they all stopped and turned to look at you

‘hm?’

hitoshi asked

you hurriedly looked around to find something to stall them here and you noticed the cherry blossom tree that’s blooming 

must be the time of the year

‘l-lets! have a-take a picture! outside! by the tree!’

you pointed and they looked at each other

you were acting strangely

but they were simps for you so they just nodded and went outside

they didnt even complain and went to stand out in front of the tree

you had your phone and pulled it to the camera app to raise it to get the team in the frame

they looked sad and tired and worn out but they were still trying to joke around and have natural smiles

‘closer, you guys! bunch in closer!’

you motioned with one hand but they stopped

‘um? y/n? aren’t you gonna join us?’

ren asked but you shook your head

‘its? for you guys? besides, no one will take it for us, silly’

the boys insisted on you prop it up on a bench over there because they wanted you there with them

‘hey, come here! lets all be in it!’

aran shouted and you had no choice but to follow them

the boys had to stand closer to the camera as the bench was a ways ahead of the tree but dont worry, the tree is still there

they wanted you in the front bc they were all taller than you but they really wanted to showcase you

you were their manager and the person who took care of them

they treasure you so much

‘smile!!!’

someone shouted and the timer hit zero and the picture was taken

sure, their school’s motto was that they didnt need things like memories

to not have anything tying you down to the past and to challenge yourself with everyone focusing on the future ahead

in years from now, you could just be another thing from their past and nothing else

but they would be damned if that happened

any fragment of you to remind them of the best time of their youth and the person who loved them more than anyone else did

so yea, sure they wanted to represent their school’s motto

but this time

they can make an exception

a/n: HII!!!! IM BACK AND SUDDENLY IM ABLE TO WRITE AND FINISH THIS I SWEAR I CANT BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO PUBLISH THIS I CANT WITH THIS YALL IM LOWKEY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AND IM ASHAMED IM SO SORRY

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"You look cute in my tshirt"

idol!jungkook x reader/oc

established relationship

word count: +1.1k

genre: fluff

warning: none

summary: oc and jungkook spending the night together at his place for the first time after a storm makes things difficult for oc to get back home.

mlist

“It’s so amazing the view from up here” you said while staring at the rain through the big window of your boyfriend’s apartment. “I think I should come back home, it’ll start raining in any second” you said a bit loud so he could hear you.

And just when you finished saying that, a big lightning appeared in the sky and heavy rain started to fall in front of your eyes. Guess you’ll have to wait a bit more until the rain stops.

“Stay here” your heart almost stopped when you felt him hugging you from behind, he was in the kitchen just a second ago.

“Yeah, I can wait until the rain stops” you said while grabbing his hands and resting your head on his shoulder, giving him access to your neck.

“I meant‐” he left a quick kiss on your neck, just how you expected “stay here all the night” his lips meeting now the top of your head.

You’ve been dating him for a month but still, you’ve never slept at each other’s places, of course you wanted to spend all the time you could with him but he is always so busy that the only time when he is actually able to rest is at night, and you didn’t want to take that time away from him, that’s why you’ve never asked him to stay at your place in the first place.

But now that he was the one telling you to stay, how could you say no to him?

“Don’t you have work tomorrow morning?” you asked him as you turned your body to look at his face, which was visible thanks to the dim lights of the city that entered through the window.

“Yes, but that’s not a problem, you can stay here all the time you want tomorrow” he gently used his right hand to pull a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Feel like home” he smiled and you instantly smiled at him as well.

“I’ll stay” you said as your wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, tilting your head up to look at him since he was considerably taller than you. “I can’t sleep with this clothes on though” you set him free and he grabbed your hand to guide you to his bedroom.

He went to find something in his closet and you waited for him on the bed, it wasn’t the first time you visited his bedroom but somehow the whole place still felt new to you.

“Here” he handed you a shirt, one of his shirts. “You can change here, I’ll wait outside” you nodded at him.

“Thank you” you said as he made his way out of the room.

You got rid of your clothes and put his shirt on. Jungkook loved oversized clothes and once you looked at yourself in the mirror you could definitely tell that he had given you the biggest shirt he had. He was trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

“Are you done babe?” he said while knocking at the door.

“Yes, come in” you were so focused folding your clothes that you forgot he was waiting for you.

Once you were done you turned your head to the side and found him staring at you with the sweetest smile on his face.

“What?” you asked with curiosity, it was difficult to know what was going on inside his mind sometimes.

“You look cute in my tshirt” you took your eyes off him and you felt your cheeks going red.

“Oh shut up” you weren’t usually the shy type but there was just something about him calling you cute that made you feel butterflies in the stomach, god, you were really in love with that man.

“Actually, I have to correct myself, you are cute” he said as he approached you. “and hot, and beautiful, and let’s not forget you are the most amazing human being on this planet” he was looking at you with those bambi eyes full of adoration.

“Since when you give me so many compliments tho?” you asked lightly slapping his chest.

“Since I realized I should say out loud everything I think about you, you deserve to know all of that, you know?” you almost never give compliments to each other, you were more used to demonstrate how much you loved him and how much he loved you in other ways, but it was nice to hear those things from him.

He kissed your forehead and went straight to his closet, he also needed to change his clothes, and you needed a glass of water.

“Babe?” you could hear him calling you from his bedroom.

“I’m in the kitchen gguk” you replied back.

“Here you are” he said getting closer to you. “I’ll sleep on the couch so you can sleep in my bed, ok?” deep down you wanted to say no, that you wanted to sleep besides him, but maybe he wasn’t ready to share a bed with you yet, so you just nodded. “Just wake me up if you need anything” he kissed your forehead for the second time tonight before making his way to the couch.

It’s been like an hour since you’ve been trying to fall asleep but it was so hard. First of all because you couldn’t stop think about Jungkook, was he going to sleep comfortable on the couch? Was he asleep already?, and secondly, the bed was so big that it felt so lonely, you wanted to be with him.

Not wasting any more time, you got up and you headed to see if your boyfriend was still awake.

“Gguk?” you whispered his name in the dark of his living room. “Ggukie?” you tried not to bump into anything but suddenly the couch appeared in front of you, causing you to hit your foot with it, not to mention that you also woke him up.

“Babe? Are you okay?” his voice sounded so raspy, he was definitely sleeping.

“Yes, I’m sorry" he turned on the lights of the lamp that was placed at the side of the couch to see you better. "I just can't sleep" you confessed.

“Do you want me to stay awake with you?” you couldn’t believe he was offering to stay up all night, just because you couldn’t sleep, when he was clearly so tired.

“No, no.. can I sleep with you?” he closed his eyes smiling sleepily.

“Come here” he opened the blanket inviting you to lay there with him, and you didn’t hesitate to join him, it was big enough to fit the both of you.

He held you close to him with his arms around your body, and you used his chest as a pillow. It was time to sleep now.

“Goodnight gguk”

“Goodnight love”

♡

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[xxxsweetdreamzxxx]

warnings/tags: dom!wonho sub!reader, fluff, smut, fanfic; cursing, railing, unprotected sex, hook up, size kink, other types of filth

summary: your first encounter with your new nextdoor neighbor turns steamy

word count: 2k

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Had this dream and decided that Wonho was a good fit to replace the rando my mind made up. Didn't require much editing, so this is straight from my messed up subconscious. Hope you enjoy!! ;>

and yes, I am a certified Wonho simp. (′ꈍᴗꈍ‵)

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You glanced up past the tops of the skyscrapers of Manhattan at the gray sky and sighed, pulling your coat tighter around you in the cool air. Seeing the older structure that was your apartment building in front of you, waves of relief washed through you. Getting excited to head inside and warm up a little, you thought: 'Another day of work over, time to relax.' But as you neared the entrance, you heard a voice behind you. 

"Goddamn." A man muttered under his breath. "What's your name?" He said a little louder so you could hear, his tone indicating obvious interest. 

Fighting back a sigh and without looking his way, you replied: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Despite wanting to desperately go inside, you turned and headed back the way you came, thankful he didn't follow. You figured it wasn't a good idea for him to know where you lived. Once out of sight of your building, you decided it was probably safe to head back.

Approaching your building for the second time, you could see no one stood outside the building, so you entered. Heading up one flight of stairs onto the second floor, you made your way into the hallway and to the second door, reaching into your pocket for your keys. Unlocking your apartment door, you went in and closed the door behind you. 

Glancing around, you could see your bed in the corner, the small two-person couch against the opposite wall, and the kitchenette near the door that consisted of only a mini fridge and tiny stovetop. The wall furthest from the door had a window with it's curtains drawn to the sides, letting natural light in. A door along the wall with the couch lead to your bathroom. You didn't mind living in a one room apartment much, its location was amazing - and something you cared more about then the square footage. 

Setting your keys down on top of the mini fridge, you changed into some more comfortable shorts before moving towards the couch, reaching for the remote that was on the armrest as you sat down. Flipping on the TV situated across from you, you turned on the show you were watching last night before bed. Taking place in the 1920s or so, it was about some rich influential family and their daily lives. Of course, more drama filled than it would've been in reality. One of the younger couples in the family had been slowly growing closer, and you were just waiting for them to hook up. You secretly hoped today's episode would deliver. 

To your delight, it didn't take long for the episode to go where you wanted, with the couple locking themselves in a bedroom late at night and climbing onto their canopy bed. The girl's soft moans made you turn down the volume and pray to god that no one could hear anything through your thin apartment walls. It began to pour outside your window, thankfully drowning out some of the noises coming from your TV. You curled yourself up in a ball and watched the semi-pornographic scene play out, feeling satisfied in the direction the show was going.

You were so wrapped up in the show that it took a second for you to process that the sound you heard was a knock at your door. 

"Fuck." you hissed under your breath, scrambling to pause the show on a frame that wasn't too suspicious. 

You left the remote on the seat you'd been sitting on and hurried over to the door, which didn't have a peep hole so there was no way to see the person on the other side. 

"Yes?" You question through the door. 

A man's voice answered. "Sorry to bother you, but I forgot the key to my apartment nextdoor and got caught in the rain on the way back from work. I don't have anything out here to dry off with and my roommate doesn't get back until a few hours from now. Could I please borrow a towel?" 

He sounded familiar somehow, you felt like you'd heard his voice recently but couldn't place where. He did sound desperate...

You opened the door. The poor guy was drenched and shivering, and looked at you in embarrassment. His expression then seemed to turn to recognition of some kind. Even though the way he carried himself seemed sweet and innocent, he was tall and you could tell that under layers of winter clothing was nothing but muscle. Despite feeling a little uneasy being alone with such a large man, you beckoned him to come inside. 

You took in his appearance further as he hesitated a bit before doing so. His wet dark hair was plastered flat across his forehead, his equally dark eyes looked tired. His red cheeks and nose stood out against his pale skin, and you wondered how long he'd been out in the cold. Even in such a disheveled state, his perfect visuals made you feel flushed in the face. He was prettier than any man - no, person - you'd met before.

"I- I'm y/n by the way." You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. "You can stay here until your roommate gets back, I'd hate for you to be standing in the hallway the whole time." 

"I'm Hoseok," The man replied, "and I can't thank you enough." He smiled gratefully at you, making your heart skip a beat. 

You averted your gaze to quickly duck into the bathroom, getting him a towel. You gave it to him and showed him where he could sit on your couch, the seat next to where you'd been sitting before.  You could notice he was still shivering after sitting down. 

"Would you like some hot tea to warm you up?" You asked. 

He gave you another grateful smile. "Yes." 

You headed over to the kitchenette to heat up some water, pulling out two mugs for your tea. You continued the conversation, talking about work, the weather, city life, etc. until before long you'd finished making the tea and headed back to the couch to keep talking, sitting down next to him. 

You learned he was a mailman of all things, and funnily enough he delivered mail to the building you both lived in. He'd moved in with his roommate only recently, an old friend from high school. You'd met the roommate a few times, out in the hallway and such. You had no idea a second person had moved in.

Then there was a pause in the conversation, and his eyes drifted over to the TV. He noticed that it was on, but paused. 

"What you watching?" He asked in a teasing tone. 

"Oh, ummm," you trailed off, "It's nothing."

"Can I see?" He teased further, a slight smirk on his lips. "Its nothing bad is it?" 

"No, I just forgot to turn it off." You say quickly. 

At that, you went to grab the remote where it lay, on the opposite side of you than he was. A bit surprised by your quick motions, he tried to reach over you to grab it and press play, curiosity overtaking him. Trying to reach that far caused him to lean over quite a bit, too much. Nearly collapsing on top of you, the weight of his body pushed you down onto the couch underneath him. You yelp in surprise. 

Completely engulfed in his shadow, you look up at him, who seems equally surprised by the awkward position he got you both into. He held himself up with his arms on either side of you, but didn't climb off. You can see blush across his cheeks, your own face feeling hot. Something in his previously sweet and tired eyes changes, and his eyes move down to your lips. 

The next thing you know, your lips are crashing against his, and he pulls you into an upright position, placing you on his lap. He runs his fingers through your hair; neither of you stopping to take a breath. You can feel your panties already starting to get damp, clinging to your clit. Moaning softly against his lips, you began to grind your hips against his, feeling a growing bulge underneath you. Seeing this as an invitation, he swiftly picks you up and starts moving you across the room in the direction of your bed. 

Without unlocking his lips from yours, he splayed you out across your bedsheets beneath him. The feeling of being trapped under him only makes you wetter. He begins to grind his hips in rhythm with yours, the fabric of your shorts and his pants brushing against each other. His hands begin to feel you up, finding every curve on your body through your clothes. He then takes them down to the waistband of your shorts, wasting no time in using it to pull them off, along with your panties. 

He then tugs impatiently at your shirt, and you help him to remove it before placing your hands on his belt, fumbling with the clasp. He tugs his shirt over his head before helping you to remove his belt and then his pants. You use your own hands to explore his abdomen, feeling his hard abs between your fingertips. He definitely worked out a ton.  

You then felt his erection brush against your inner thigh, more apparent through the much thinner fabric of his boxers. Although, you wanted to feel it without the boxers. Your hands drifted lower, letting him know to remove them. He did so without hesitation, groaning in satisfaction now that his cock was freed from any restrictive fabric. The pace of your kisses slowed down a little as he spread your legs a bit more, then teased your folds with his tip. The contact with your dripping pussy caused you to moan louder than before. 

He moved his lips onto your neck, marking you as you waited for his next move - which apparently was slamming into you hard like a truck. You sharply sucked in a breath and unintentionally clenched your walls around his dick, causing him to moan against your neck. Tears rolled down your cheeks, caused by momentary pain. Relaxing a bit, you tried your best to match your thrusts with his again. He pushed in forcefully until he was balls deep. He was so large, he filled you up completely. 

Seeing your sweat and tears, he looks into your eyes with slight concern and speaks for the first time in minutes. "You okay?" 

"Mhmhmm." Is all you can reply. In reality you were much better than okay. 

He presses his lips back onto yours before pulling out and ramming back into you aggressively several times, causing lewd noises to escape you both. Feeling his orgasm approaching he pulls out quickly,  leaving you a sweaty mess. Only seconds later hot strings of cum splash against your inner thighs, spilling onto the bedsheets. Squirming a little at the tenseness there, you begin to move your hand down but he pins it to the bed, making you whine. 

"So needy." He comments before using his own fingers to rub fast circles on your clit. 

You arch your back - somehow him doing that feels better than you could ever make it feel. It doesn't take long before a feeling near your tummy begins to build up, your hips grinding a little faster. Before you can remove your lips from his to warn him, you release onto his hand, your nerves relaxing as you ride out your orgasm beneath him. He pauses to lick you off of his fingers, causing you to blush. 

"Fuck, you taste so good." 

After finishing every last bit, he lies down next to you onto the bed, snuggling you up against him. All of the sudden it seems he's gone back to his sweet and innocent self, despite what just occurred. Your kisses become softer until you eventually stop, he wraps his arms around you, and you bury your head into his chest. After a while, he speaks out in a soft and quiet voice. 

"So, what was it you were watching?"

You smile bashfully. "It was a sex scene in a show I've been watching."

He chuckles and pulls you closer. "You're so cute y/n."

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[love4buckybarnes]

PROMISES

Summary: Bucky and Y/N we’re married and love. But differences had set them apart. A promise, one of many they had made, was broken, threatening the love between them.

Bucky Barnes x Reader. Warnings: car accident, minor injuries, mention of pregnancy complications, and angst. Happy fluff ending.

A/N: Let me know what you think of this one. The title is a bit questionable so if you have one that you’d like to share, I’ll credit you :).

They were both madly in love. When they first saw each other, the world stood still. Cheesy, but it was true. At least that’s what they would tell everybody of how they met. Their romance story is one you would read from a book or see in a movie. Bucky knew Y/N was the one, so he got on one knee and asked her to marry him. The day he proposed and when they made their vows and promises, were the most memorable moments together. Ones they could never forget.

Time went by and what appeared like the perfect happy couple turned upside down. Around family and friends, they put on a fake persona. Behind closed doors, the endless fighting and tension caused a rift between them. It started when they were trying for a family. Sometimes things aren’t just handed out freely to everyone. Y/N experienced fertility issues. It was stressful for the both of them. Most fights were over something small which would blow up out of proportion. Some nights they made up, and some nights, one would end up on the couch. Sometimes they wondered if they should give up.

Tonight was supposed to be important. Y/N had all of it planned out for the special occasion. She made reservations at their favorite restaurant. Bucky promised he would be there. Despite everything, she still loved him all the same. She wondered if he still loved her .

She sat there alone. The stares and looks of the people around her was unsettling and made her embarrassed. Y/N had been all dressed up and makeup done. Eventually, she had enough of waiting and stormed out.

The door to their apartment swung open. Bucky has been sitting at the table with his face scrunched up in concentration. He couldn’t even bother to look up.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” Y/N spat out each name, crossing her arms. She was furious.

Bucky glanced up. “Hi,” he said quickly, before returning his attention to the computer in front of him.

This made her tick even more. She marched over to where he sat and slammed the laptop shut.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Bucky exclaimed, standing up. The chair fell backwards to the floor with a loud bang. “Why would you do that? I didn’t save what I was working on.”

“I don’t care,” she snapped. “Do you remember where you were supposed to be tonight?”

Bucky thought for a minute. After remembering and realized his mistake, he cursed. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

She stepped closer to his face. “You promised you were going to be there.”

“Sam needed me to work on this mission. It’s important. I got wrapped up in it.”

“So this was more important than what we had planned?”

“No, I did not say that. Now you’re just putting words in my mouth,” he fought back.

“Gosh, why can’t you just try to put in a little more effort?” She hadn’t noticed the tears rolling down her face.

“Me try? How about you?” he scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “You have everything to do with this chaos of whatever this is just as much as I do. In fact, it’s all you. It’s all because of you!”

Y/N felt like someone cut into her chest with a blade and ripped her heart out. She always thought it was her fault. And now he blamed her, too. This has been the last straw. “Oh wow, well, thanks for the clarification I needed to know.”

“Where are you going?” he asked in a frantic tone when she headed towards the door.

She paused in her tracks to answer him. “I need to go. I can’t be here. Especially knowing what you really think of me.”

Bucky winced at her words and flinched at the loud thud she made when she left. The palm of his hand brushed over his face. He regretted what he said. He never blamed her. Whether she knew it or not, his love for her has been the same since they have met.

Thunder rumbled, and lightning dashed across the dreary night sky. Y/N stepped out into the pouring rain. She reached the car parked across the street. Before she could get in, Bucky stepped in front of her, blocking her from going any further. He placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Please don’t go,” Bucky begged. “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. I love you.”

Y/N avoided his eyes and yanked away from his grasp. She was so angry, she didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Yeah well, you have a funny way of showing it.” She got in, locking the door. He knocked on the window. Ignoring him, she drove off. Her mind swirled and her eyes hazy with tears. She wasn’t sure when she would come back, or if she would return at all.

Bucky saw it happen right in front of him. He watched her drive off. Turning around to go inside to get out of the rain, he heard the tires from afar screech against the concrete. He looked back just in time to see the vehicle swerving. The slippery road caused the car to skid across the road. It hit a curb, tumbled over and rolled a few feet away.

He could hear his heart pound wildly in his ears, stomach turned in knots. He felt as if his airway were being constricted. Bucky didn’t feel his legs carry him over there, not caring he was soaking wet. All he cared about was her.

Darkness spotted her vision. A blurry figure appeared in front of her. Even through fogged vision, she recognized who it was.

“Baby?” Bucky croaked out, his voice soft, trying to keep himself calm. Inside, he was all but calm. He had to keep the sheer panic under control so he could help her. “Stay with me, okay? I’m going to pull you out.”

“Bucky?” she hissed out in pain.

“I’m here, Doll,” he said reassuringly.

Her eyes fluttered. A loud snap in her ear stirred her back to consciousness.

“Don’t close your eyes, love,” he pleaded. “Just focus on me, okay? Keep them on me.” He watched her fight herself from passing out. His hand reached in to unbuckle the seatbelt that held her to the seat. With ease, he unhinged the door, that was already hanging off the rest of the way. He carefully maneuvered Y/N from the car and set her down on the ground. He trembled as he dialed 911.

When he looked back down, she was unconscious. Blood seeped from the gash on her forehead. He slapped gently on her cheeks to get her to wake up, but she was out cold. Bucky felt like his whole world was shutting down. He couldn’t contain the sobs escaping his throat. He rarely cried. He’s only ever shed tears a couple of times in front of her. Once when they first said I love you and when they said their vows.

Guilt devoured his entire being. The whole time they’ve been together since being married, had been spent with fighting instead of loving each other. All he ever truly wanted was for the both of them to be happy. But he let the blaze consume them.

Hearing sirens wailing in the distance, relief released from Bucky. Flashes of bright blue lights got closer, and soon the EMTs were there to help. They placed a brace to keep her head and neck supported in case there was an injury before putting her on the stretcher. For Bucky, it was all in slow motion. He blocked out the EMT asking him questions, jumping into the back of the ambulance.

At the hospital, he tried following her into the emergency room, but wasn’t allowed to. He paced around outside. His foot tapped on the tile uncontrollably, the nerves wracking his mind. He held his head between his knees to keep himself from having a panic attack.

Couple of hours later, the nurse stepped out to talk to him. “James?” she called out.

He jumped up hearing his name. His jaw clenched as he waited to hear what she had to say.

“Your wife is going to be fine. She has a concussion, a few stitches, and a fracture in her collarbone ,” she started to say. He let out the deep breath he has been holding in. “The baby is also fine.”

Bucky whipped his head up, confused. “The what?!”

“Oh, maybe you didn’t know, but she’s pregnant,” the nurse clarified. “Luckily, the baby doesn’t have a scratch.”

Now he understood. Why it was so important to be there at the restaurant, and why she was so upset about it. The guilt he felt engulfed him more. He needed to figure out how to make it up to her. Bucky swore to himself he would never disappoint her again and to keep all the promises he makes.

Annoying constant beep sounds lulled Y/N out of her sleep. Vivid white blinded her vision as she came to. She groaned at the pounding pain in her head. Her fingers twitched, gripping the sheets. Eyes opened to the ivory room. Her face scrunched up, trying to remember what happened and where she was.

A snore next to her got her attention. Bucky slept in a chair beside her hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up.

“Bucky,” she rasped out, her throat scratchy.

Bucky stirred. When he realized she was conscious, he sprung awake. He called for the nurse to check her over, making sure everything was fine. When she left, he sat back down, taking one of Y/N’s hands in one of his, pressing it to his lips.

“Oh, baby,” he said, ever so softly. He brushed the strands from her face and tucked it behind her ears. “Oh, thank god you’re awake.” Tears brimmed, and he didn’t care, letting them fall. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t fully reach his eyes. He gently left kisses on her cheeks. Calloused thumb brushed the delicate skin.

“What happened?” Y/N asked.

“You got in an accident,” he explained. “Just a concussion, broken collarbone, and a few scratches. And you might be achy from the whiplash.”

Y/N shot up out of bed in dismay, only to be pinned back down.

“Hey, no, you need to stay in bed and rest,” Bucky ordered her, firmly keeping her from moving.

“But the bab-,” she began, but Bucky cut her off.

“I know,” he said sadly, interrupting her. “I know you’re pregnant. The baby is fine, love.”

Y/N felt relieved. “How did you find out?”

The small smile on his face dropped. “When they x-rayed you to check for injuries, they found out you were pregnant.” His lip trembled as he cried harder. “I’m so sorry. That’s what you wanted to tell me. That’s why you wanted me to be there. I should have kept my promise and showed up. If I had, you wouldn’t be here.”

Y/N knew he was being true to his word. She reached up to wipe the tears from under his eyes. He sighed, leaning in to her touch he missed. “I’m sorry too. I was so excited to tell you. Things haven’t been easy for either of us. I couldn’t wait to tell you.”

He shook his head, beating himself. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s not your fault. None of it is. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. From now on, no more fighting. I just want to be us again.”

“‘I agree, Bucky,” she agreed. “I’m tired of fighting too. You still love me right?”

“Yes of course I still love you,” he said, in disbelief. “I love you so much. I could never stop loving you. And when you left, I was so ashamed. Then I witnessed the wreck. I thought I was going to lose you for good. And now I’m going to be a father. You’re going to be a mother.”

Y/N started to cry too. He kissed away the tears leaking down her face. “We’re going to be what we have always wanted. A family. You won’t lose me. I love you.” She grew weak with exhaustion.

“Sleep, darling,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Before he could step aside, she took his hand to stop him. “Lay with me?” she begged.

He smiled, with the usual twinkle in his eyes that she adored. “Of course.”

She scooted over, making room for him. Bucky laid down next to her. Not wanting to hurt her anymore, he cautiously enveloped her in his arms. For once in forever, they both felt harmony. All the worries and differences lost in the past. They knew the rift between them was no longer. What seemed like the perfect couple hidden under the fire, still was. And they both knew their love for each other was now stronger than ever.

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[issaxcharlie]

Something so right

Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader

Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?

(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)

Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.

“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."

Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."

The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.

“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.

“Austin Grayson.”

“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.

“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.

“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.

He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.

You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.

When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.

A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.

“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.

“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.

“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.

"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.

“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”

Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.

As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.

Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.

“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.

“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“

“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.

Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.

"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”

The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.

“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”

She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.

"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”

They both make a pinky promise and smile.

“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”

“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”

“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.

Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.

The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.

After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.

The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.

After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.

Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.

He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.

Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”

You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.

“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.

“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.

After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.

“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.

“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.

“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.

The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.

"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.

“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."

“I sound very intense.”

“You are.”

They both laugh at the memory.

"You were still right."

“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.

“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”

He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.

“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”

His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.

He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.

“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”

“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”

Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.

When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.

Thank you for reading!

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safeword

Small smut drabbles of the safeword being used during sex with Aizawa, Hizashi, and Gang Orca.

Warnings: daddy dom, slapping, choking, spitting, thoughts about wanting to be abused and raped (it’s not intense, but it is [very briefly] mentioned)

Aizawa Shouta

The grip on your neck tightened, cutting off the last of the air, completing his control. Dark eyes glared down at yours. Daddy’s voice directed you, “Open.”

Your lips gaped for him, allowing beads of spit to enter. A hand rubbed your jaw. Before you could swallow, Daddy gruffed, “Don’t you dare. Keep your mouth open-” A slap shuddered your cheek then grabbed your chin, roughly angling it. “-And look at me.”

The demand fluttered inside, but turned into a ripple, surging to a heavy wave. You weren’t listening. You weren’t being a good girl. You needed punishment, pain, abuse. It’s what you deserved.

Between the growing saliva pool and his hold, you strangled out, “Hurt me.”

“What do you want?” The grip loosened a tad so you could talk. 

“Hit me.” Firm fingers smacked your cheek. Everything went out of focus. Spit drizzled from your mouth. You sought Daddy’s face with no luck. Your wet eyes closed as you begged, “Harder.” It came again, weakening your muscles and voice to near nothing,  “Daddy, please, harder. Hurt me, more. Beat me. Abuse me. Violate me for being naughty, Daddy. Rape me. Rape me, Daddy. I deserve-”

“Red.” The solid yet distant word fuzzed every way. You couldn’t find his face. But you could feel his heat move from your body.

“Sho-” you whimpered, unable to catch your breath.

“I’m right here.” Heat settled beside you. Your name reached your ears, sounding tender and concerned, gently hushing the masochism. A hand stroked your chest. You grabbed for it, winding your fingers with his. “I’m right here. Take some deep breaths. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.”

Tears formed and fell when fresh air filled your lungs. 

“Just like that.” He droned your name with your breaths, kissing away the tears between each whisper. Fingers traced from your temple to your still-soaking-with-spit jaw. Wanting to be completely enveloped, you burrowed into his neck. Faint cologne, warmth, and his touch were the foundation for your emotions to settle.

Once not as distraught, you realized what you had been asking for. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Don’t worry about that. Focus on your breathing for me.”

“No, Shouta, I’m sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I don’t even know why I… I’m just sorry. I’m sorry.”

He felt your forehead, then kissed it. “It’s okay. My concern was you. You were crying and didn’t look like yourself.”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. He kissed your forehead, again and again, whispering, “I only want you safe and comfortable. I love you.” Arms circled, not releasing until you were consoled.

Yamada Hizashi

“Deeper. All the way in.”

With spread legs, you dropped onto the dildo, showing Daddy just how wet and swollen you were, leaking onto the sheets.

“I said all the way.” Fingers latched into and hands pushed your hips down. You moaned for him, trying to steal one little kiss. It wasn’t too much to ask. But he leaned away, clicking his tongue. “You’ve been misbehaving. No kisses for you. Now up, all the way.”

He kept his hold on your hips as you rose. Nails dug at every sensitive part, so intensely, too harshly.

Daddy ordered, “Sit.”

You stuffed yourself in one plunge. But your heart plunged farther. His next command didn’t stick. You heard it but didn’t hear it. Blond hair moved through a fog. Your body stopped listening, leaving you anchored on the dildo, limply twitching to and fro. No sound came from your throat. Praying Daddy saw your distress, you lamely snapped three times.

Hands lifted you off the toy. It slicked out loudly, flopping to the bed. Hizashi paid it no mind, wrapping his arms tight around you, embracing you and your quivering muscles. He reassured you, “It’s alright, baby. We’re all done with that. Are you hurt?”

“No, I- No. No.” A few tears escaped.

Lip softly lifted them from your skin. “Was it too much, too fast?”

You nodded.

“Oh, honey.” His chest thrummed with a cooing, calming hum. 

In spite of laying on him, he felt beyond your reach, floating far away. He couldn’t leave you. He was the only one able to make you feel everything you feel. To keep him close, you clawed his sides. Graceful fingers kneaded your back. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.”

His shoulder muffled your whines.

In response, Hizashi kissed over the side of your face, praising, “You know, I’m so proud of you for using the signal when you needed it. I’m so proud of you, and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“My baby, Daddy’s got you.” A plush blanket covered your bodies. Humming shaped into a quiet lullaby, soothing your nerves and trembling. You curled up as small as possible, loving how his arms and legs protected you from the world.

Gang Orca

“Da- ddy- ple- e- ease-” you panted between thrusts. His body came down heavier and heavier, all but forcing the wind from you. The claws on your thighs tightened, pricking your skin, keeping you open for his viewing pleasure.

Your orgasm was approaching fast, making you twist and mewl. His thumb hooked your bottom teeth and pulled your jaw down. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

“Please, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

“You can and you will.”

His force and ruling ignited you more than his thrusts. Thoughts stopped coming. No sensations toyed your nerves other than hot. Not even when he sunk every inch of the way, pushing against your cervix for, what should be, glorious gratification. But you couldn’t. Frozen and helpless, you could only watch him fuck your useless body. 

The word wasn’t coming to mind. What was it? Why couldn’t you remember? You needed it. You desperately needed it. 

Something wet licked you. “If you forgot, your word is pineapple. It’s there if you need it.”

“Pineapple,” you cried.

That instant, you were emptied and shifted around. A blanket touched your shoulders. You shoved it away. “I can’t. It’s hot. It’s really hot, Kugo. I can’t…”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

Arms embraced, lifted, and carried you. Rubbery-like skin could only cool you so much. Lights switching on made you nuzzle against him despite all the fire crawling inside. But the sound of running water was relaxing. You were still hiding in him when it rained, not ice-sharp, but cool enough to abate the flare.

“Is it too cold?”

“‘S good,” you mumbled, bundling up on his thighs, rubbing his chest as the shower doused your naked bodies.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I- Everything just got so hot. I couldn’t feel anything.” Your breath stumbled. 

“Shh, you’re safe now.” Kugo returned the gesture by stroking your arm and back. Dense wetness lapped along you, cleaning the bites on your shoulder and bruises on your neck. It flowed calmly: tasted gently: searched lightly for more injuries.

The claws that pinched now coddled you, guiding soap across your skin. It washed away the last kindling coals. It also left you numb and drained. You rested on his arm, content to sleep right there.

His tongue swept your temple one last time. He rocked your nestled body, hushing you asleep, “You were amazing, my love. Sleep now. I won’t let go.”

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BO SINCLAIR X READER - Waffle House Pt. 1

You're a server at the south's greatest and best-loved institution: Waffle House. The graveyard shift can be tough, but you can usually find ways to entertain yourself. Turns out tonight's entertainment is named Bo, and he wants to know if you're on the menu.

I wrote this especially for my friend Zin! This title is SAFE FOR WORK. Pt. 2 is NSFW (and in Bo's POV!)

Soundtrack: Diner Ambience ; Rain ; Faint Hard Rock

Words: 3,269

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READER POV

It was raining when he came in, a light rain that tapped on the windows and made you want to leave your shift at Waffle House early to crawl into your warm bed. He was just some guy—average, white, brown hair, blue eyes. And yet you felt compelled to watch him as he tapped his dripping boots against the door and shook out his hat.

Wow.

You were new to the overnight shift. It was mostly truckers coming up and down the interstate, guys who just wanted to tuck into a warm meal and leave. They tipped well, too, so you didn't mind. It wasn't like your sleep schedule wasn't fucked anyway. May as well make some money while you were up all night.

This was the first time you'd had a physical reaction to any guy who'd walked in. You completely forgot about the orange juice you were in the process of putting away. You could feel your heart race as he gazed around the restaurant, and when his eyes found yours and he flashed you that grin?

Wow.

He took a seat at the breakfast bar, right in front of you, like he could sense your pulse quickening. "Evenin'."

Right, you were supposed to greet him. "Hi, there. Can I getcha some coffee?"

"That'd be real welcome, [miss / sir]." His crow's feet wrinkled, and he set his hat aside on the counter. His twang sounded so good mixing with the classic rock pouring from the speakers that you had to bite your lip to keep from sighing. "Sure is comin' down out there."

"Yeah," you agreed with a breathless laugh. God, did you sound stupid? You turned quickly, retrieving a mug and the fresh pot you'd just finished brewing. "How do you like it?"

"If you bring me the fixin's, I'll do it up," he said easily. When you turned and handed him the mug, his eyes found your chest, staring at your name tag for an extended moment. Then, his gaze crawled to yours. "Y/N."

Your face was so hot you wondered if he could see you blushing. Rather than say anything stupid, you practically shoved ramekins of creams and sugars at him, then mumbled some excuse or another before disappearing into the kitchen.

Pressed against the wall, you took a few deep breaths. You saw a hundred men every shift, some of them quite handsome, and yet this guy was standing out to you. Why, you had no idea, but you had a table of college kids to wait on and three other people at the counter ... you couldn't be fixated on this one person.

The cook glanced up at you, then did a double take, frowning. "You okay? Look like you're about to pass out."

Worried your Average Man had heard him, you cleared your throat and announced, "I was just getting some straws," before grabbing a handful and exiting.

You shoved the straws in your apron, trying to avoid eye contact with the man ... but as you poured refills and took orders, you found it hard not to glance over at him. He was just sitting, enjoying his coffee, but every so often, you could feel him watching you from the corner of his eye.

You knew you couldn't put off talking to him for long. You had to take his order, after all, and he'd been patient. As you walked back to him, he looked up, smiling brightly. "Welcome back."

"Thanks." Why were you thanking him? Jesus Christ, you sounded like an idiot. "Ready to order?"

He laughed a little, carding a hand through his slightly damp curls. "Once you give me a menu, darlin', I reckon I won't be long."

"Oh, sh— shoot." You scrambled to grab him a menu, slapping it down in front of him. "Sorry. It's been a long night."

"No worries." As he flipped the menu open, he nodded to his coffee cup. "Can I get some more a that, sweetpea?"

"Of course." Man, you were really fucking up this serving thing tonight.

By the time you'd grabbed the pot and refilled him, he'd set the menu down and was ready with two white packets between his fingers. He tore them both open in one motion, then looked at you, smirking. "Extra sugar. Don't tell."

Shit, you can have all the sugar you want. But your mouth was not half as dirty as your mind, and so you just smiled back, trying so hard to keep from giggling. "So, what'll it be?"

"I'll get the, uh ... Texas bacon patty melt with hashbrowns."

"Sure. How you want those hashbrowns?"

"Just plain. Actually, make 'em smothered. Oh, an' a side of biscuits 'n' gravy, please."

"You got it." You jotted the order down quickly and passed it through the kitchen window, readying yourself to move on to the next customer for your own sanity.

But it was the man's voice that drew you back to the counter: "Hey..."

You turned. He was about to ask you a question, you could tell from the tone of his voice. "What's up?"

"I'm not really from around here." His smile was friendly enough, but his shocking blue eyes seemed almost calculating. "S'pretty late, an' I don't feel like sleepin' in the truck again. You know any good motels 'round here?"

It didn't even occur to you in the moment that he could be flirting. "Well, there's a Motel 6 not far from here ... a Red Roof a few miles down the interstate. Those'll probably be your best options in terms of good quality."

His expression shifted a bit, but then his smile widened, crow's feet wrinkling again. "All right. Thanks, sugar."

Sugar. You weren't new to being called that—you lived in the south, after all—but something about the way he said it...

You tried to get him off your mind the rest of the night, but it was kind of difficult. Even after he'd finished his food, he lingered, draining coffees and flipping through a newspaper someone had left on the stool next to him. He got up to go to the restroom a couple times, but besides that, he stayed planted right in front of you, where it was impossible to ignore him.

It was an hour and thirty minutes later that your shift ended. You gathered your things, and as you headed toward the door, you weren't surprised to find him still there.

For some reason, only then did his lingering presence give you pause. Why was he hanging around a Waffle House at 3 a.m., anyway? He'd said he wasn't from around here ... had he gotten kicked out or something? Chosen a direction on the interstate and just started going?

Poor guy. You bit your lip, going back and forth with yourself for a few moments before your pity won out. "Hey, sir."

He looked over his shoulder, forehead wrinkling.

"Um, you take care. Lindsey'll ring you up whenever you're ready."

He cracked a smile and waved. "Take care, darlin'."

You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at those words.

The sky was just beginning to turn the color of dusk, but it was still raining as you exited the restaurant and headed to your car. Your keys jingled as you wrestled them out of the pocket of your jacket. It took you a moment to find the keyhole in the driver's side door, squinting through the rain like you were.

The inside of the car was blissfully dry, and as you slammed the door and blocked out the pounding rain, you closed your eyes and pushed out a long breath. It was time to go home—have some dinner of your own, maybe some tea, then collapse in bed.

That thought finally moved you to put the key in the ignition and turn.

And turn.

...And turn.

Well, you were the only one turning, because the engine certainly fucking wasn't.

Dread crawled up your spine and gripped the back of your neck. What? How could something like this happen? You'd just paid through the nose for a ton of repairs and an inspection. How could your engine just...

Anxiety floated you as you climbed out of the car, braving the rain to look under the hood. But hell, you barely knew which one was the engine, let alone how to fix it if it was broken. Your hands shook as you fumbled for the hood prop, heat climbing your face and stinging your eyes. How were you gonna get this fixed? How would you even afford it? Below minimum wage and tips from truckers wasn't going to cut it.

You turned, leaning against the side of the car and taking your cellphone from your other pocket. The tears finally fell once you realized that you didn't have anyone to call. You slammed the hood of the car and covered your face.

"Hey."

The voice, raised over the downpour, made you jump. You'd been standing in the rain for a few minutes, sobbing your eyes out, and you were completely soaked through. The rain and the heat of your tears fogged your glasses so bad, you couldn't see who was there no matter how you squinted.

"Hey," he said again, much closer now. You recognized the twang.

Quickly, you grabbed your glasses off, wiping them against your shirt before replacing them. You could see the Average Man much more clearly now, watching you but keeping his distance.

"Hi," you managed, sniffling hard.

His face fell. In a few seconds, he was beside you, offering you a hanky from his back pocket. With a little mumble of thanks, you wiped your face and blew your nose. The hanky smelled like motor oil and musk. He was close enough for you to smell him, too, feel the heat coming off his body.

For some reason, that made you cry harder.

He clicked his tongue above you. "Why you cryin', darlin'? It's pourin' out; you're gonna get soaked."

"My ... my car," you managed, gesturing helplessly.

"Oh? Somethin' wrong with your car?"

"Yeah. And I don't know jack shit except the model and year." You vented your frustration in a hard exhale, wringing his hanky. "I just got it inspected, too."

The man paused for a moment. "Well, hey, I'm a mechanic. I could take a look if ya like."

You raised your head, wiping your glasses again. "I— no, it's fine. It's raining out, you don't have to..."

"I don't mind," he said dismissively, opening the hood with one hand and propping it up. "Pretty thing like you shouldn't cry like that."

Again, you found yourself staring at him. This man definitely gave off an ... energy, calling you pretty while fixing your car. For a stranger, he was certainly taking control of a situation he hadn't even been aware of a minute ago. You'd been well aware he was attractive and compelling, but this was a whole new level. You were so taken off guard you couldn't think of a response.

"Go ahead and climb in front," the man said, waving you that way. "Try 'n' start it when I knock on the window."

"Okay." You slid into the front seat again, waiting for his command. He knocked once, and you turned the key.

No luck. You hesitated before knocking back.

Another knock. No luck. After the third, he rapped on the driver's side window instead, and you opened the door for him.

He was soaked. His clothes were drenched to his skin, his hair curling wildly around his ears and forehead. "No luck, darlin'. Think your engine's shot."

You felt your face crumple, any hope you'd had now crushed. It was four-something in the morning. Where were you going to get a ride home let alone a tow truck? And then how were you going to pay for it all?

"You gonna be okay?"

His words shook you out of your reverie. Your chest felt cold and numb ... the beginnings of a panic attack starting to take hold. "I just ... I don't know what I'm gonna..." You clenched your hands, freezing and trembling, and inhaled shakily.

"Listen," he said after a few moments, glancing up at the sky. "It's real shitty out, if you'll pardon my French, an' I don't feel right leavin' you all alone out here..." He sighed, almost grimacing. "You want a ride? I can getcha home, you can rest an' make your phone calls in the mornin'."

Getting into a stranger's car ... it was the most stereotypical thing in the world, but you didn't see any way you could turn down the offer. He seemed nice enough, and if it came down to it, you could run if not defend yourself...

At this point, you'd risk anything to be somewhere warm and cozy instead of in this stupid, freezing parking lot.

"I don't want to ... inconvenience you," you said weakly.

"It's no bother." His smile tightened a bit. "I'd rather you say yes or no so I can get out of this downpour."

You slipped out of your car, shutting and locking it behind you. Hopefully it would be alright for the night. "As long as you don't mind, mister."

The man simply smirked in response, slamming your hood and heading for his truck. It was a beat-up Chevy in dire need of a paint job, but it was running, which was more than you could say for your own vehicle. He opened the passenger side door, then shut it behind you, hurrying himself out of the rain. The pickup's vintage interior smelled faintly of cigarettes as you slid into place, buckling in.

He swore softly as he climbed in beside you and started the truck. Heat blasted through the air vents, and you relaxed a little. It smelled musty and old in here, but the engine sounded good, and whatever problems there were were easily smoothed over by the handsome company and the rock droning from the radio.

"Name's Bo, by the way." He spared you a smile as he backed out of his parking space. "Only fair you know mine since I know yours." When you balked, he laughed. "Your name tag, remember?"

"Oh. Right. Duh."

The man—Bo—took it in stride. "You must be beat as hell, shift like that. Betcha can't wait to get home and curl up in bed."

"Yeah," you replied, giggling awkwardly.

Bo smiled. God, he was so pretty. "Don't blame ya. I'm dog tired myself. Do just about anything for a drink and a soft bed right now." A chuckle. "Guess I'll just have to settle for a beer and a motel mattress."

Again, you giggled awkwardly.

On the other hand, he wasn't awkward at all. In fact, he seemed perfectly comfortable carrying the conversation, as if he'd gotten the script before you and rehearsed his lines a thousand times. "So where'm I headed?"

"Oh, uh, take the next exit..."

You continued to navigate for him, but you were working from memory, your eyes barely on the road. You couldn't help but watch his hands as he maneuvered the truck. They looked strong and warm, with fine hairs near his wrist, and on his right hand, a signet ring glistened in the low light. When he stroked and squeezed the steering wheel, his muscles and skin shifted beautifully over his knuckles.

You kinda wished you were that steering wheel.

Eventually, the truck pulled up to your apartment building, engine purring as it idled. "This the one?"

"Yeah." You clutched your things closer and smiled over at Bo. "Thank you for this. Really, I don't know what..."

You'd been about to say I don't know what I can do to repay you, but the state he was in, it wasn't hard to guess what he needed. Not only was he drenched, but he looked half-dead with exhaustion despite that easy smile of his.

Even as you opened your mouth, you knew this was a crazy idea.

"Do you ... want to come in for a minute? I can at least get you a towel, um, and maybe some cash for taking you out of your way."

Bo paused. He had an expressive face—you could see him weighing his options. "What the hell," he sighed, giving a tight white-guy smile before cutting the engine. "Sure."

Your heart leapt. You had half expected him to turn you down out of politeness, but you supposed you had inconvenienced him. Excitement mixed with terror at the thought of having this man—a stranger—in your apartment. Alone with you.

But it was a little too late to back out now. You slipped out of the truck and led him quickly up the front steps, then the interior stairs to your apartment. As always, your building smelled like Second Floor's cats and First Floor's cheap weed. Bo only stood behind you, hat in his hand, nice and polite as he waited for you to unlock your door.

"Home sweet home," you said, laughing awkwardly as you stepped in.

Bo gave a cursory glance around the place but didn't seem to feel one way or the other about your decor, simply smiling at you. He sure did know how to make people feel at ease. This almost didn't feel like an insanely stupid idea.

"Make yourself at home. I'll go get a towel. Um, and I can get you a drink. What do you like?"

"I'm not fussy, but I'll take whiskey if you have it."

Your place was so small, you were able to carry on the conversation while you hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel from the cabinet. "I think one of my friends left some behind the last time she was over. Wild Turkey? It's bourbon?"

"That'll do." When you brought him the towel, he gave you one of those dazzling grins in return. "Much obliged, darlin'."

God, you just wanted to stand there and take him in while he toweled himself off, but you forced yourself not to, instead going into the small kitchen and fetching the whiskey. You weren't much of a drinker yourself, but you'd seen your friends drink plenty, so you poured a couple fingers in a wide glass and brought it out. He had already made himself quite comfortable on your couch, leaned back, legs spread, arm across the back of it.

"I hope it's not irresponsible of me to give you a drink when you're gonna be driving," you said as you handed him the whiskey.

He chuckled. "Don't you worry about me. I've pro'lly driven worse off a thousand times." He threw it back in one go, and you watched his slightly stubbly throat bob as he swallowed smoothly. He practically moaned, "That's it," before wiping his mouth. Looking you up and down, "None for you, sugar?"

It took you a moment to find your voice. "I don't really drink much. Tastes like paint thinner to me."

That drew a laugh from him. "Sacrilege." Then a hum. "You don't have to stand there, y'know. It is your house."

Sitting next to him would mean his arm was practically wrapped around your shoulder. An edge of wariness was beginning to press against your thundering heart. This was such a terrible idea, for so many different reasons.

You approached slowly, lingering before him. The way he looked up at you through his lashes, body sunk into your couch, nearly made your mouth water. He lifted his glass slightly. "Think I'm good for one more ... if ya don't mind."

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Part 2

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[omgrachwrites]

A Perfect Stranger - Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: When a mysterious man in a mask saves your life, you long to find out who he is. You soon discover that you know more about the masked man than you thought.

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of blood, swearing, fluff, ooc 

Words: 2193

Disclaimer: The characters will be ooc, I’ve barely seen passed season one!

A/N: Aaah, this is my first time writing for Matt, I recently started watching Daredevil and I fell in love with Matt! I hope this is okay and please let me know what you think, and thank you to those amazing people who have welcomed me into the fandom! I love you all! xxx

The rain was completely soaking your hair and you were sure that your clothes were becoming see through, but that wasn’t your main concern right about now. All you were focused on was the cold metal of the gun that was pressed against your forehead. You were frozen, rooted to the spot, numb with terror. The man who held the gun to your head was shaking as he held your purse in his other hand. You wondered if this was his first time mugging someone.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” you tried reasoning with him, “you can take my purse, I promise that I won’t call the cops.”

“Shut up!” he yelled, his face was set and he looked more sure of himself. This was it; this was how you were going to die, among the scum and the filth of Hell’s Kitchen.

Suddenly, something fast and dark – like an avenging angel – came down upon the man; your assaulter cried out in pain and dropped the gun as your saviour twisted his arm. You could have run but you stayed rooted to the spot, tears running down your cheeks but you still stayed rooted to the spot.

Your saviour was too quick for you to see but they couldn’t have been human, a human couldn’t move that fast. Meaty sounds resonated through the alleyway as your saviour punched your mugger over and over again before he was thrown against the wall, rendering him unconscious.

The alleyway stank of blood and rain and as the angel stared in your direction with bloody fists, you were shocked to see that it was a man, just a man, and he had a strip of cloth covering his eyes. How did he save you without being able to see? Nervously, you approached him, it was definitely not the smartest thing to do but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you. You touched his face, feeling the stubble along his jaw.

“Thank you,” his pink lips opened just slightly when you leaned forwards and brushed your lips against his cheek. A perfect stranger.

“Did he hurt you?” his voice was deep and rich, there was something that you recognised but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“No,” you whispered, “I scraped my lip when I tripped and fell, that’s all,” the masked man cupped your jaw, gently rubbing his thumb over your wound as you gazed at the water droplets running down his face.

You shivered as his touch sent tingles down your spine and he dropped his hand when he felt your reaction. You walked behind him to retrieve your purse and when you glanced up again, he was gone; he’d disappeared into the night. You let out a sigh as you ran your hand through your wet hair and you wondered just what sort of a man your saviour was.

2 weeks later

You knocked on the door of your brother’s office and silently popped your head in, bagels and coffee in hand. Matt Murdock, your brother’s best friend looked over at the door and grinned as he adjusted his glasses.

“Hey, Y/N.

Foggy gave Matt a strange look as he looked over at you with a smile, “good morning Matt,” you laughed as your cheeks grew hot, almost glad that he couldn’t see how he affected you. But, you did wonder how a blind man could know it was you.

The confusion must have been clear in your voice because Matt chuckled softly, “I knew it was you because I recognise the scent of that beautiful rose perfume from France. You wear it a lot.”

He never ceased to amaze you, “it’s one of my favourites, I’m glad you like it,” you gazed longingly at the beautiful man before you turned to your brother, “I brought breakfast,” you held up the bag and passed him a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Y/N, but I’ve already had breakfast.”

You tutted as you rolled your eyes, “coffee and a cigarette doesn’t count, Foggy,” you laughed as you placed the bag on the desk and turned to Matt, “there’s enough for you too, Matt.”

Matt shook his head and gave you a regrettable smile, “I’m afraid that I have other business to attend to, be good you two,” he laughed as he made his way to the door with the help of his cane.

“Bye, Matt,” you called after him with a wistful tone in your voice.

Foggy snickered and you turned back to him with a glare on your face, “what’s so funny?” you demanded.

“You’re still holding a torch for him huh? It’s been ten years, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you laughed as you gazed out of the window, at the beautiful sprawling metropolis below.

It was a shithole but you loved Hell’s Kitchen, even after you were almost killed a couple of weeks ago. Foggy was right of course, you’d had a crush on Matt for forever but there was something dangerous about him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You didn’t want your brother to get caught up in it.

You spent the morning with your big brother, eating breakfast and talking about his new case. He even told you about his new crush, Karen and you smiled at the way his eyes lit up when he talked about her, you couldn’t wait to meet her.

“Shit!” Foggy cursed beneath his breath as you got ready to leave the tiny office.

“What’s wrong?” you laughed and Foggy looked up at you with a grimace on his face.

“I forgot to give Matt these files,” he slammed the papers down on the desk, frustration marring his features. He was such a drama queen sometimes.

“I’ll swing by after work and give them to him,” it was a perfect excuse to spend more time with Matt.

“Are you sure?” Foggy asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise and you nodded, smiling gently at him, “thanks Y/N, you’re the best.”

You grinned as you took the files off the desk, “I know,” you giggled, “I’ll see you later,” you kissed Foggy’s cheek before leaving for work.

Hours later, you were in front of Matt’s apartment door, a bag of Chinese take out in hand as you wrestled with yourself, trying to gain the courage to knock. You tried telling yourself that it was only Matt, a man – a gorgeous man – who you’d known for ten years. It didn’t help. You let out a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds passed – but it felt like an eternity – before Matt opened the door.

Your throat went dry as he stood before you in a white shirt and grey sweatpants and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, you had so rarely seen him without them. You were breathless at how gorgeous his deep brown eyes were. You gulped back your nerves.

“Hi, Matt.”

A slow charming smile spread across his face when he realised it was you, “hey Y/N, is that Chinese take-out I smell?” he chuckled and you grinned.

“It is indeed, you forgot a few files at the office and I told Foggy that I’d drop them off and I thought it couldn’t hurt to bring some food over.”

“That’s so sweet, please come in,” he graciously welcomed you into his spacious apartment.

It was dark inside, illuminated by the huge billboard just outside his window and you placed the files on the coffee table before turning back to Matt who was already moving around his kitchen.

“Here, I’ll get some plates out,” you smiled but he shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it,” he moved around the space with such ease and you mentally slapped yourself for being an idiot. Of course he would know his way around his own apartment.

“I’m so sorry Matt, that was a stupid thing to say,” you flushed.

He chuckled as he sauntered over to the couch with plates in hand, “it’s really okay,” he sat next to you, so close that his leg touched yours and you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Do you miss it? Being able to see,” you blurted out without thinking, thrown off by this gorgeous man’s presence.

Matt only smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling and he nodded, “I’m used to it now but I do miss being able to see,” he paused as he lowered his eyes to the floor, “I wish that I could see your face but I can tell that you’re beautiful.”

You giggled nervously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you busied yourself with unpacking the food. As you and Matt ate, you talked about anything and everything, from life in Hell’s Kitchen to the dates you had been on. You knew that Matt didn’t date one person for too long and you felt a twinge of jealousy when you thought about all the beautiful super models he’d had in this apartment.

As he talked, you were completely captivated by his good nature and his gentle beauty. He almost caught your eye a couple of times and you found yourself wishing that he could see you. You wished that he could see all the longing glances you gave him because then he would know how you felt about him.

When you were both finished, you cleared the plates and took them to the sink, despite Matt’s protests. On the kitchen island you noticed a strip of cloth, it was just a strip of cloth but it stirred a memory. It was as if you were in a trance and picked it up, lifting it to your nose. It smelled of blood and rain, and you knew exactly where you had smelled it before. The alley on the night you had been attacked.

Suddenly, your heart started beating wildly as a thousand thoughts ran rampant through your head, returning to the same possibility as you looked at Matt. He seemed to sense your discomfort because his head perked up and an expression of worry marred his handsome features.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?”

You didn’t reply right away, how could you? You imagined Matt with the strip of cloth over his eyes and your heart jolted. He was blind, how could a blind man do the things that your perfect stranger had done? You hoped that Matt wasn’t lying about being blind, why would anyone lie about that?

“You’re the masked man,” you said simply as you pieced everything together, you were numb with shock.

Matt let out a surprised gasp as those rosebud lips opened in surprise. No wonder you had recognised him, “Y/N,” he trailed off, biting his lip.

“Aren’t you? Don’t lie to me Matt, please not now,” you sighed and he dropped his head in defeat, running his hands through his hair.

“Yes! Okay, it was me, it’s always been me, come and sit down Y/N, please,” he gestured to the couch; he sounded so desperate that your feet moved of their own accord and you found your place next to him.

A thousand possibilities ran through your head, how could a blind man be so good at fighting? How did he save you? “you saved my life, Matt. How could you possibly do it? Are you really blind?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

A flash of pain flickered across Matt’s handsome face and you instantly wished that you could take it back, he reached for you and took your hands in his, rubbing his calloused finger tips over your knuckles in soothing circles, “yes, I’m blind. But, I see the world in my own way, I have certain…abilities,” he hesitated and then proceeded to tell you that when he was a little boy, an old blind man had come to visit him in the orphanage and had trained him, teaching him how to use his abilities.

It was a wild story, like something straight out of a comic book but you knew that Matt wouldn’t lie about this, you were a good judge of character, you had known him for ten years, “does Foggy know?” you asked, after a couple of minutes of silence.

Matt laughed a little, “no, I don’t want to get him involved, I didn’t want you to get involved but I guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought, you won’t tell anyone will you?”

“No, Matt. Of course I won’t,” you smiled as you trailed your fingers across his rough jaw, “but you need to tell Foggy, he’ll be pissed if he discovers it another way.”

Matt, chuckled as he leaned into your touch, “yeah you’re probably right.”

“You saved my life, Matt, thank you,” you grinned as Matt’s fingers trailed over your face gently before he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours. It was amazing how brutal he could be when you were faced with an assaulter but so gentle when he kissed you. You gasped into his open mouth and let him kiss you in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

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[real-jane]

heat/lightning

[ben solo x rey] ▪️ summary: London is... unseasonably warm, which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't come with a thunderstorm. ▪️ warnings: astraphobia, comfort, modern au. ▪️ words: 2k+

"Oh my god--I'm shaving my head." Ben secured his mess of black hair in a tie to get the infernal weight off his neck. Sweat beaded on his brow. He stood in front of the open window, fanning his torso.

Rey snickered. "No, you won't." She handed him a glass of iced tea, which he chugged. "The heat is making you bold. All of London will see your nakedness." Ben's sense of modesty went hurtling out of the window the second the air con went out. He wore only a pair of briefs printed with cartoon penguins. Rey had a matching set, given to them on their last anniversary by a smug Poe.

He wiped his mouth on his arm and pressed the icy glass to his forehead. "If I could remove my skin, I would. England was supposed to be temperate."

"It's not that bad!" Rey sat on the sofa. Despite her assertion, Rey was sweating, too; Ben had graciously plaited her hair into two french braids. She was no stranger to heat after all those summers in Jakku.

"Sweetheart, it's always raining--and it's still horrible." Ben scowled at the sky like it personally wronged him. They had only lived in London a few weeks--once his job transfer had gone through, his company found them this flat, which was lovely, if not a bit dark for Rey's taste. The massive windows in the living room made up for it. The air con, however, was about twenty years old. Ben had called the building manager seven times in the course of twenty-four hours, demanding to know when the technician was expected--his phone went 'missing' in Rey's sock drawer.

The sky flashed. Ben stepped back from the window. "One, two, three, four, five, six..." he trailed off. No boom accompanied the sudden flash, but the clouds were foreboding. "Huh. Must be heat lightning." The lights flickered and the entire flat went dark. Ben pinched the bridge of his nose. "Great." He set his glass beside hers on the coffee table and went to the control panel in the front hall. He flipped the breaker but nothing happened. Of course the two hundred year old building didn't have a backup generator.

Thunder rumbled outside and the light flashed once more.

"No, no, no..." Rey jumped up. "It was only supposed to rain!" Where did she pack the torches? In the bedroom boxes? Or... kitchen?

"Rey, it's okay!" Ben called, but she ignored him, running for the kitchen. The boxes loomed in the corner but she couldn't read his chicken-scratch on the side.

"Have you seen the torches?" Rey yanked open the drawers. Many metal items with handles glinted at her but none of them produced light. She found a long-handled plastic propane lighter and flicked the trigger a few times. No flame.

Ben followed her into the kitchen. "The lights will be back on any moment."

She slapped the lighter against his chest. "Remember when I asked you to refill this with lighter fluid but you didn't?" Rey stormed past him down the hallway towards their bedroom. She stubbed her toe against an uneven floorboard and hopped on one foot. "Ouch!"

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I forgot. Can you take a deep breath--" Thunder shook throughout the flat. Rey hunched over and covered her ears. Ben knelt in front of her, covering her hands with his. She wriggled out of his grasp.

"You're a fucking furnace!" She had a frantic, unreachable frown on her face. Ben made a deliberate decision and lifted her around the waist, dragging her into the washroom. He shut the door and plunked her in the bathtub. He closed the curtain (so she was encased in darkness), and sat with his back to the wall.

Her fingers curled into her palms. Her eyelids refused to blink. She stared at his silhouette through the clear plastic, back-lit by erratic lightning flashes from under the door. "...why the bath?" she managed.

"It's too damn hot to hold you," he said. "At least there's no window in here."

She pressed her forehead to her knees. "Smart." The sound of the thunder was faint, now that they were away from the windows. The porcelain was cool to the touch. Goosebumps popped up on her arms.

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?"

"Just be with me."

"I'm here." He listened to her sniffle only once before taking the toilet paper roll off the dispenser. He set the roll within her reach. Rey blew her nose.

This storm wasn't half so bad as the gale they weathered together the first time they ever went camping. They slept in the Falcon after the wind wrenched the tent out of its tether and the poles snapped... the old sprinter van stalled out on the side of the road, where they waited out the tow truck. Hail pelted divots into the paneling. Neither of them slept a wink, between Rey plastered to his chest, crying, and the incessant howling. Ben never took her camping in the early summer again.

He knew she was annoyed with herself.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

She sniffed. "You know... when you have nightmares? And you can't get back to sleep, or you'll pick right back where you left off?" Rey let out the breath she had been holding. "What do you think about?"

He turned around and moved the curtain, enough to prop his head on the edge of the bath. He touched the back of her head with the faint brush of his knuckle. "Hmm. Sunflowers."

She peeked at him. "Really?"

"Mhm. Fields of them, as far as the eye can see, taller than me. The size of dinner plates."

Rey smiled. "Nothing's taller than you."

"This is a fantasy, sweetheart. I imagine walking through the field on a sunny day, no clouds in the sky. Nowhere to be, a little breeze. Helps every time."

"They're... endless?"

"Yes."

She raised an eyebrow. "...that's kind of creepy."

"What?"

"I mean... you're describing a cornfield, basically. Bad people hid in cornfields."

He snorted. "Ax-murderers and possessed children, maybe--hang on, are you saying I'm a bad guy?"

"When we met, you had a pseudonym--"

"Lots of copywriters have pen names!"

"'Kylo Ren.' Blech." She pretended to vomit.

"Hey, I like it--"

"Sounds like a brand of bleach."

He pushed the shower curtain aside with a flourish and waved his hands. "Scoot over! I'm coming in."

Rey laughed. "No! You giant! You won't fit--"

Ben sat beside her, legs hanging well over the sides of the bathtub, and tickled her sides. She writhed, laughing. She grabbed his wrists and leaned against him. She caught her breath by forcing his arms to settle around her shoulders, and they shook with laughter.

"It's too hot, you jerk!"

"Don't care," he laughed. He kissed her hair.

She sighed. "Sorry."

He shrugged. "For what?"

She narrowed her eyes. Even in the dark she could make out the way his mouth quirked. "I'm... isn't this annoying to you? That I do this?"

He scoffed as if the very thought was preposterous to him. "No."

"I'm a mess, Ben--"

"You're afraid of thunderstorms! So what? I'm afraid my father will come back from the grave just to haunt me for how long my hair has gotten" He squeezed her shoulder. "I love you.”

She turned her face into his skin. "I know."

"If this happens and I'm not here, will you call me? Even if I can't come home right away... I can talk you through it."

"I survived a lot of storms before you came along. Besides, what if you're in meetings all day? I'll be fine."

"Yes, but I would feel better if you checked in."

"Does your mother know she raised a nag?"

Ben chuckled. "Don't tell her, ok? She'd be insufferable. She already gloats about setting us up."

"Remind me to thank her."

"Letting her plan the wedding is enough. She's overbearing and she's across the Atlantic."

Rey hummed in agreement. Another streak of light flashed under the door and her engagement ring shone for a moment. The ring was Leia's. Rey was sad not to be able to see her--sadder than Ben, even. She promised to visit before the end of summer, but she couldn't stay with them if they continued to drag their feet about unpacking.

Rey smacked his arm in excitement. "I know where the torches are!" Rey leaned over and opened the bottom drawer of the sink cabinet, producing two black Maglites.

Ben laughed. "Why did you pack them with the bathroom stuff?"

"What's the worst place to be if the power goes out?"

"The sun."

She elbowed him in the side. "The bath!" Rey pressed the button on a torch and held it under her chin. "I'm a genius."

Ben took the other torch from her. "You're a Rey of sunshine." He shined it in her face and she cringed, batting his hand away. He laughed. "Hey, listen." He pointed the torch upwards, and gestured to his ear. There was no sign of rumbling anymore. Like a blessing, the lights came back on, and a whirl of forced air wheezed as the air con sprung to life.

"We're saved!" Ben threw his hands up.

"Your luscious mane lives another day."

"One day, you're gonna come home and it'll be--bzzzzt! Gone."

"I hope not." She tugged the hair-tie free of his ponytail and ruffled his thick hair so it fell forward over his face. "You like it too much when I pull your hair during sex, and what would I hold onto, then?"

His eyes darkened as he carded a hand back to push it off his forehead. "Get out of this bathtub," he growled. Rey giggled, jumping up. He tossed his torch back into the bathroom drawer.

Ben was on her heels, flicking off lights behind them as he went.

"Still too hot for this!" she gasped, brandishing her torch like a sword.

Ben advanced on her. "What are you going to do, stab me with your light sword?"

"It's more of a blunt force weapon," she winced. "Truce?"

He held up his hands in acquiescence. Rey turned off her flashlight and set it on the coffee table. She breathed out in relief. "I'm hungry. What would you say to Italian for dinner? I found a new place--Ack!" Ben tackled her to the sofa and pinned her there. He laid his head on her chest. "Why?" she sighed.

"Can you slow down?" he murmured into her neck. "We've spent the weekend in abject misery, but now the air is back on and the storm is over. Tomorrow is Monday. You were pretty upset earlier... I want to touch you for a second." He wiggled his arms beneath her and hugged her waist. Rey brushed his hair off his face.

"Ben?"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing we do can be described as 'abject misery.' So." She poked the end of his nose lovingly.

He rested his chin on her sternum. "Do I need an excuse to hold you?"

Rey shook her head and smiled. He looked pleased with himself and kissed her collarbone, before pillowing his head against her chest in self-satisfaction. She felt guilty that her panic attack took up so much of their Sunday.

She still had a hard time appearing 'weak.' Storms were awful for her, always had been, since that time Mr. Plutt locked her out of the house in a howler (before she perfected running away from the bad foster placements). Something about her nearly-nude fiance depositing her into a bathtub made the fear a little... less dire. Not that lightning wasn't horrifying in the way it arced, defiant of any life in its path--coupled with explosive thunder. It wasn't so bad with a hulking, penguin-print brief-wearing, refrigerator of a man to help her through it.

Ben was pretty open about his own fears. One of their biggest fights evolved out of his fear of losing her if his job required him to relocate, but he didn't want to stifle her either, or force her into something she didn't want. They were already engaged by that point, and he still thought she might have doubts. As if Rey didn't want this. His openness was his strength, a rare trait in men, in her experience. Said man was laying with his eyes shut, cheek squished. Not yet asleep, but could be if they laid there much longer. He fell asleep so easily, it was comical. He slept through practically every movie they tried to watch. The moment he snuggled up--boom, asleep. There was no question that he felt safe with her.

Her stomach growled. Ben opened his eyes.

"Okay, okay," he conceded. "Let's order dinner."

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[thebeebi]

your little games pt. 6

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: fluff in later chapters, smut, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 3.8k+ [part 6] 

a/n: I am posting a bit later today. I am sorry but I hope you will enjoy this part!  I was too busy to check grammar, so I am sorry if you see any mistakes. English is not my first language. :) Enjooooy ♥

taglist: @njrwifey​ @danietoww04​ [If you want to be added, just let me know :)]

You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

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You could see him smirking even in the darkness. His teeth were showing and the bright white colour pulled your eyes in. “That is not necessary,” He came closer to you and you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body. The familiar voice made your knees go weak and you were about to fall down. With a scream, lord Black was ready to save you from falling but Jungkook’s strong arms held you still. He let go of you soon enough seeing the older man pulling the chair for you to sit down. “Are you okay?” Lord Black was worried about your well-being but your aunt hit her fist on the table. “Don’t spoil her, Lord Black.” You looked down on the chair and shook your head slightly showing him that you do not want to sit on it. Lord Black frowned and looked at your aunt. “I am sure she deserves to sit down after living with you. She deserves to relax.” With trembling fingers, he removed hair from your forehead. “You scared me, Y/N.” You looked into the lord’s eyes and whispered. “I am sorry.“ Suddenly you had the need to cover your already clothed body. You knew the feeling. You felt Jungkook’s hungry eyes on your body who was already taking off your clothes with the sight. You were about to say something but your aunt interrupted you telling you what to do. “Now tell us again what happened. Lord Black wants to know all the details because he wants to be sure there is no injustice towards captain Jeon. To put it simply, he does not want to make the captain Jeon father of your bastard when there is a possibility of it… well, not being his.“ Lord Black exhaled and pressed his lips together not wanting to sound rude. “Dear lady, I am sure I can speak for myself. So please, let me do that.” With that, he turned to you and held your hands in his. “Y/N, tell me.” He started hesitantly. “I have my honour and I cannot force captain Jeon to be the father of your child, while I am not one hundred percent sure, that he is the father. So tell me, was there some el-“ He wanted to continue but you shook your head as the answer. “There was no one else. When I left his ship, one man of his crew got me a carry and with that, I came to my aunt’s house. My aunt is the witness when I came there.” You looked down and your aunt stood up hitting the table once again. “And when she came in, I did not let her out of my sight.“ Your aunt smirked as if proud that she made you into the prisoner. “What about before that?” You shook your head and Jungkook who was the entire time completely silent tilted his head to the side and smiled proudly. “I am the father.” Your aunt giggled and turned to the lord Black. “See? He admitted that.” Lord Black sighed and nodded. “I should have taken Y/N away from you all these years ago, she would have not suffered with me.” The aunt’s eyebrows furrowed. “It is not my fault that she’s s slut. She shouldn’t have gone to bed with that man-“ She was mad but you could not take it. Not when you knew all she was saying was not the truth. “No!” You screamed which surprised everyone in the room but your aunt did not hesitate and walked towards you slapping you right across the cheek. She forgot she had a ring on her finger which caused your skin to tear a little near your lips and a little cut was filled with the blood.

You could hear a jar hitting the table loudly from behind you after the harsh slap. It surprised the lord and he backed away from Jungkook who placed his hand on the table and stared at your aunt. His cold deep voice caused you to run your hand down to your stomach. “Madam, I believe you are behaving more than inappropriate. You act like a savage, if you were a man, I would ask you to repay for what you just did. You touched something that belongs to me.” He was mad and you knew it. After that one night, you knew what you could do and could not, but your aunt did not know as much. “It will be better if Y/N went to the bed. She is tired and confused.” You were relieved that you might finally go since Jungkook said that he was the father and he wanted you to go. You stood up, passing by your aunt ready to leave the room but your aunt changed the plans. “No! She will stay here since she caused all of this! I kept on telling her that her body is the art of the devil. No normal woman would cause this trouble. Just look at her body.” She grabbed your dress and with a swift pull she ripped them apart letting the material fall to your feet.

Jungkook who was sitting the whole time stood up so quickly it caused the chair to fall. With fast steps, he walked towards the opposite side of the room. Your aunt got scared when she looked at him, she remembered that she always called you a slut and witch, but this man was Lucifer. She tried to put oh her hand to protect herself but Jungkook swiftly pulled down his cloak ignoring her. The captain wrapped the material around your body after seeing you wrap your arms around yourself to cover the nakedness. You felt the heaviness of his cloak which was soaked due to the heavy rain. You were shaking but not because of the coldness but because he was so close. Him being close scared you more than anything else in this world. “Enough,” Jungkook said coldly. “This woman has my child and I am responsible for everything. I will not return home right away but will stay here for a bit more. I will look for the house for her and for the stuff that will serve there. I will provide everything for Y/N.” He turned away from you looking at your aunt. “I wanted this to be my last voyage, but I will return once a year to provide for her and my child.” He walked towards the aunt and frowned. “I have to do that because she cannot stay with her abusive family anymore. I am worried they might hurt my child too. I am warning you madam, do not touch the girl while she is in your care, or you will regret it.” Then Jungkook’s sight when to the older male in the room and sighed. “I am done here, when you will need something, then find me on my ship.“ With that Jungkook walked out of the room. As he passed you by you noticed his handsome face that was frowning and realised there he did not talk about the marriage. He said that he would take care of you and your child but never mentioned the word marriage. He will make you a mistress. Just as he wanted. You froze still once you heard your aunt’s words. “Once we will be done with him, he will not act to mighty.“ You heard her giggling and lord Black’s sigh. “I hate doing what you want, madam but I have to. For Y/N. But let me tell you, you should listen to captain Jeon. He is hot-tempered. It would be better if you did not touch Y/N anymore. Not like you had any good reason to anyways.“ He looked at you once he heard your aunt. “He has no right to command me around. I will do whatever I want. I will do whatever I want to her.” Lord Black come closer to you and pat your head gently turning again towards your aunt. “You are wrong, madam. He has every right to do so. He is the father of the child and in a few hours, he is going to be Y/N’s husband.“

The gentle sun rays came through the windows that still had residue raindrops of last night’s rain and touched your face. You covered your face with the right arm and turned to the side groaning. You covered your head with the blanket and tried to continue dreaming about your father and mother who were smiling.  You knew you were awake and were not happy about it but you uncovered your face and inhaled the fresh air that came through the window. For the first time in a long time, you did not feel morning sickness and it honestly surprised you. You sat up opening your eyes wide. You realised where you were and looked to the side to see Jungkook’s cloak on the arm of the chair. “Idiot,“ you mumbled remembering last night’s event where you met him once again. “He thinks, that he can just buy me a home and keep me there as a mistress. I’d rather chose to give birth to my son as a prostitute than being his …well whatever.“ You said to yourself, thinking about Jungkook and his plan. I am sure he is thinking of how he is going to take me to his bed again. He for sure thinks that I will be glad for everything and I will let him do anything he wants. But he is wrong! You huffed and hit the innocent blanket then pushed it away. If he thinks that I will let him touch me he is wrong. I will not let him see his child grow inside me. The anger was speaking but even more the fear. You were scared that he would not be gentle and might hurt a little baby inside you. He wanted to take you as a mistress saying that he would treat you nicely, but you were sure if by any chance they will make him marry you, he would hate you. He would be angry and he would take you right there, even if it would be in the middle of the room.

Soon you could hear the soft knock on the door and because you did not want to wear his cloak, you pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped yourself into it. With that, you walked towards the door and opened them. You saw an older woman standing in front of you. “Hello miss, I am Ms Moon,” with a smile she introduced herself and made her way inside the room. When you were about to close the door, she pointed at the door. “these girls are going to help you with anything you need.” Suddenly a few girls bowed to you that you did not notice before. “We came here because lord Black asked us to help you with the wedding.” You weren’t sure if you heard her correctly. Wedding? You felt a stinging pain in your heart and you had to hold the door handle tighter to support yourself. The fear came back and you tried your best not to show Ms Moon how scared you were. Your legs were shaking, but she did not notice it. Instead, she looked around the room not looking at you and asked happily. “Have you eaten already, my dear?” She turned to you waiting for the answer. A little “No,” escaped your lips. You walked towards the closest chair and sat down on it, not knowing if you would be able to stand any longer. The older woman did not notice your pale face and decided to make your bed while explaining to you. “Don’t worry then, I will send one of the girls to get you something for breakfast. We cannot let you be hungry during the most important moment of your life.“ Your expression was blank. You knew what was happening but did not want to accept reality. You covered your face with both hands and rubbed them frustrated. “When is the wedding?” She turned to you confused wondering why did you not know about your own wedding. “In the afternoon,” She smiled and realised they may have wanted to surprise you. How foolish of the woman but after all, not everyone had to know the real reason behind your quick marriage.  You sighed and nodded. “I think they did not want to tell you exactly when because they want to surprise you. I bet your groom is eager to marry you. You are so beautiful, my dear.” She giggled but you did not listen to her. Your only thoughts went to the man you feared and how soon you will be laying in his bed again. How you are going to feel his breath on your lips and his hands on your body. Even though you were scared, the thoughts brought a blush to your cheeks at the imagination. He won’t be gentle. he won’t care if he hurts me. Nervously you stood up and walked to the window. When you realised you caused the tension in the room, you bit your lower lip trying to calm yourself. You wished there would be more time before it actually happens but here you are, just a few hours before the wedding ceremony.

It was lunchtime when the maids brought to you your last meal as a single woman. You were pretending to be hungry and took bites of the bread and kept throwing other things to the stay dog that was on the street through the window. When they took the dishes away and started brushing your hair, Ms Moon came closer and sprayed you with perfume. “I know you are beautiful, but either way this perfume will make your husband want you even more.“ She winked at you took out the white dress wife of lord Black sent you. You looked at the beautiful dress sighing. It was beautiful and if there would be another occasion, you would be happy to wear it. You would feel like in a fairytale in that kind of dress, but this is not the fairytale and you were not even hoping for a happy ending. They finished putting on your clothes and you did not even realise they were done until you heard the older lady gasping. “There is no prettier woman than you, my dear.” You were apathetic. You did not care how you looked like since you know what is going to happen to this dress. It is going to be ripped apart once I walk into the same room as my soon-to-be husband.

You turned to the door once you heard a knock and nodded to the maid letting her know that she could open them. Your aunt walked in and smirked when she saw you. “I see that you are all dressed up. I bet you are thinking how beautiful you look, am I right? But honestly, you don’t look any better than you looked like in my dress. Still like trash!” Ms Moon who was smiling at first frowned and stood in front of you. “Excuse me, madam, but I believe what you are saying is highly inappropriate. I have never seen a more beautiful girl, than Y/N.” Your aunt tilted the head to the side raising her eyebrows and replied. “She is the devil’s daughter. Her beauty is his work and no man that will see her will find peace. She only brings disaster. The man she is marrying is the devil just like herself!“ She spat the last sentence and Ms Moon held your hand squeezing it. “This girl is an angel” You were honestly glad that someone thought of you like that but when your aunt opened her mouth again, you froze. “Angel?! I bet you do not know the real reason why she is getting married so quickly!” She was about to continue but Ms Moon interrupted her. “Because her husband wants her to be his as soon as possible. That is why!”  Your aunt was ready to tell her the truth but stopped. You wondered if it was because she did not want to embarrass herself or because of the fear she felt thanks to Jeon Jungkook’s aura. The aunt inhaled as if to try to calm down and smiled fakely. “I have to admit, I will be happy once you are gone out of my life.” She spat looking at you. “Taking care of you was no pleasure.” You backed away after she hit you with hateful words. You did not expect that even though you knew she was always harsh. The tears in your eyes caused you to turn to the window once again. You did not want her to see how much the words hurt you. For the last ten years, you did not feel any love from your family. You wanted to feel it but was okay with no affection. Now all you wanted was love for your unborn child, but you were also worried Jungkook would not love him. You did not want your child to hate you just because you forced his father to marry you. You wished for your little baby to always love you. You were worried you would not be loved again in your life. You closed your eyes tightly preventing the tears to fall down and your hand slid down to your belly. You wanted to protect the little one growing inside even if it meant throwing yourself away. “It is the time, my dear.”  Ms Mood said smiling but there was also a hit of worry in her eyes. She was sure you were going to better hands than your aunt’s but it still did not sit right with her. She shook her head wanting to throw away the useless thought and pat your shoulder. “Come on, my dear. Your beloved awaits. Let's not keep him waiting anymore.”

“You look wonderful,” whispered the older woman who you met just in the morning and you slowly nodded thanking her. She did the last touches on your hair and moved the diadem on your head a bit to the side so it would look right from all the sides. “Like a queen.” She pinched your right cheek and smiled which you reciprocated. The music changed to the traditional ceremonial and your heartbeat got suddenly faster. “Is he inside, already?” you asked softly not wanting to look inside the church. “Who? Your soon-to-be husband?” She laughed and continued. “He is waiting for you inside. I think he is ready to marry you. Well, who wouldn’t be?” She asked not expecting the answer. She looked at you with a motherly look and sighed. “Y/N, listen to me.” She said not wanting to sound too serious. “Everything will be alright. He loves you, otherwise, he would not marry you. You don’t have to worry too much. Calm down and go find your happiness.” Her words were encouraging but she did not know the whole truth. She did not know that he raped you and that you were expecting his child. She also did not know that the made him marry you. She did not know anything, but her words calmed you down a little. “And let me tell you, he is handsome. If I were younger, I would have stolen him from you.” She winked at you and you smiled. She turned to the door and pushed you softly forward. You knew it was the time.

When you walked inside the church, lord Black lent you his arm to hold onto as a replacement for your father. You did not look at him, because your eyes were locked with Jungkook’s burning dark gaze. He looked wonderful. The satin dark green suit went well with his dark eyes. You bit your lower lip as you walked closer. When you finally stood next to him, you felt so little compared to Jungkook. At that moment no one looked taller than him. The light from the candle was showing up on his face that was frowning the entire time. He looked so cold and you tried your best not to run away from there. Nervously you clenched your teeth and quickly looked away from him. You found comfort in the priest’s face who smiled at both of you and nodded. The ceremony did not take a long time as usual but instead, the priest asked the most important question a few minutes after everything began. Jungkook was the first to answer, but hearing his cold voice sent shivers down your spine. “I, Jeon Jungkook, take you Y/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife…“ You could not hear him finishing the sentence, thinking about his face and the tone of his voice. He really must hate me for what they did. For what I did. When you realised the was a silence you widened your eyes knowing it was your turn to repeat Jungkook’s words. You did so quietly as if not wanting others to hear it. Jungkook took your hand into his and put a ring on your finger. With that, both of you turned to the priest and bowed down to show respect. When you both turned to each other, Jungkook looked into your eyes still holding your hand. He whispered#. “I think it is the tradition for a husband to kiss his wife,“ you nodded a little agreeing with the statement. You looked away, not wanting to look at him. Your heart beat rapidly and even though others could see it because it was slightly showing on the dress how nervous you and your heart were. With long fingers, Jungkook pulled you closer to him and placed his hand on your jaw squeezing it a bit, to hold you in place. The other hand sneaked behind your head and then he pulled you into his embrace. He held you so close as if wanting to show others that you were his. That he now owned you. The colour of your face disappeared and you opened your eyes wide. His arms felt like burning steel when he pulled you close. He leaned down to your face and opened his lips. You inhaled and he connected your lips in a heated kiss. It was the same kind of kiss as he gave you on his ship. It was full of passion, lust and need. You could feel the eyes of other people on you, but Jungkook did not seem like he really minded that. When you pushed him away from you blushing looking at the others, Jungkook smirked and tilted his head to the side licking his lips. Finally mine, little one.

Part 7

a/n: So they are married. Geezzz, looks like there is no way to run away now. Anyways, I have a question for you guys. Do you want me to post longer chapters but only once a week or three shorter ones  a week? ♥ Please let me know! 

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“Sirius loves all the attention,”

Warnings: Mentions of violence, angst

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: James Potter’s sister, Y/N, opens the front door to find Sirius Black covered in blood and bruises.

Part Two “Everything between us is a moment”

(Angst! Send in requests please!!!)

“Y/N, dear, set the table, will you?” your mother called from the kitchen door, you groaned and stood up from the living room couch. 

“Why does James never have to set the table?” you whined,

“The answer is obvious,” James smirked as you looked at him with annoyance in your eyes, “I’m the favorite,” your brother shrugged innocently. You thumped him on the back of the head with your book earning an “Oi” in response.

“More like a big baby,” you huffed and began to set the table with four plates.

“Dinner is ready, dear!” your mother rang to your father who folded his newspaper and placed a kiss on your mother’s plump cheek.

“Gross,” James complained as he plopped down in the dining room chair. 

“Just because you don’t understand the circumstances and actuality of love and are too dimwitted to treat Lily Evans like a human doesn’t mean you can judge other’s on how they express affection,” you teased,

“Just because you don’t understand the circumstances of blah-di-blah-di blah,” James mimicked you in a high pitched, overdramatized voice.

“Will you stop acting like a child?” you hissed, 

“Will you stop acting like a child?” James mimicked back. You turned to your mother exasperated,

“Mum, can you please tell James to stop making fun of me,”

“Mum, can you please tell James to stop making fun of me, boo-boo blah blah- blah.” 

Your father rubbed his forehead and your mother rolled her eyes and smiled at her children,

“James, I swear to merlin if you don’t stop,”

“James, I swear to merlin if you don’t stop,”

You mimicked his voice back, creasing your eyebrows and pouting your lips, “I’m James Potter, I’m a right prat who can never get a girlfriend because I’m too in love with my own face,”

James leaned towards you and flipped his nonexistent long hair, “I’m Y/N, I love to correct people and take the fun out of everything because I’m a lonely know-it-all and nothing else brings me joy,”

The two of you sneered at each other and turned to your helpless mother again, “Mum!” you begged her to be on your side of the argument,

“Ah yes, Fleamont, ‘let’s have children, better yet, let’s have two,’” your mother sighed and shook her head comically, placing her hand on her husband’s shoulder to hold.

“I never said it would be easy, darling,” he replied.

“Stop it, James, shove off!” You pushed his forearm so you could make room for yourself,

“Stop it, James!” He mimicked again, 

“I mean it, you nitwit, stop it.”

“Stop it!” James heightened his voice. In the distance, beyond your anger and annoyance for James, you heard a thump at the door. No one else seemed to notice it. Your mother had just poured herself a glass of water and your father was asking what was for supper. But, you heard the soft knock at the door.

“Is someone...? Seriously James, stop it.” you shoved him again,

“Seriously, James, stop it,” you attempted to listen for the knock again, concentrating and narrowing your eyes. 

“Mum, are we expecting anyon- James!” you growled and slapped James’ bicep, “shut up!” you focused on the sound,

“Shut up!” James whined, 

“No, seriously James. Shut the hell up!” Your mother was about to scold you when the entire Potter family heard the loud fist-sized thumps at the door. You stood up, sending James a glare for being a bloody idiot and paced towards the door. You flung open the front door expecting to see perhaps a mailman or your neighbor who had lost her kitten once again. You, however, did not expect to see Sirius Black, bloodied and bruised, and nearly unconscious leaning on your front door frame. You gasped loudly and quickly placed yourself under his armpit to support him,

“James!” you called, “Mum, grab the plasters, James, come help me.” James turned quickly at your gasp and sprung up making his chair fall back.

“Sirius!” he yelled, racing towards you and helping you carry Sirius in from the evening rain. The two of you laid your best friend on the living room couch, searching for his wounds, not minding the blood on your hands. Your father retrieved his wand and began to attempt to heal Sirius’ deep wounds resulting in him shutting his eyes and wincing. His eyes were squeezed shut and he bit his lip as his forehead creased in pain. His shirt was ripped and you could make out the scratches and burns on his side.

“What do we do?” you asked James, you could see your elder brother was scared but he squeezed your hand tightly and turned his eyes towards Sirius,

“He’ll be okay,” James’ hoped. Sirius’ eyes flung open and stared at the Potter family. He began stuttering, frightened and out of control,

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. ‘m boy, calm down,” your father tried to reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “lay still, the wounds are still deep,”

“Is he alright?” Your mother hurried in, bandages in one hand and her wand in the other as well as a towel, she put a loving hand on his forehead and rubbed the towel in order to gain some warmth into him. You’ve never seen Sirius so distraught, so vulnerable. His eyes were terrified and he continued to fidget on the couch. Your chest dropped, seeing him like this made you want to throw plates and glass at the wall.

“I’m sorry-” Sirius cried in pain and embarrassment, “I- he, James, James said if it were ever too much, to- to come here, but I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I-” Sirius cried out again making you grip James’ arm.

Your father glanced worriedly at your mother and said, “Son, calm down. It’s quite alright, we’re glad you’re here where you’re safe.” he turned to his two children and said, “children, quickly, leave us be with Sirius. Your mother and I must ask him some questions. Run the kettle,” and hurried you two out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“What happened to him?” you asked your brother, attempting to shake the fear from your face and placing the kettle on the stove.

“I-” James began, combing his fingers through his messy hair, “It was his god-awful family, I presume.”

You gasped and shook your head, “they did that to him?” you said, angrily.

“I believe so.”

“And you told him he could come here if it-”

James nodded, “If it ever became too much.”

The two of you peeked out from the kitchen door to see your father sitting next to Sirius, a solemn and serious look on his face. Your mother stood, a tear down her face as Sirius whispered to him what had happened to him at Grimmauld Place. 

“I want to kill them,”

“Me too,” James agreed.

“I’m scared,” you admitted to your older brother, he turned and wrapped his brotherly arms around you. The pair of you instantly forgot your insignificant quarrel from earlier and focused solely on Sirius. 

“Me too. But for Sirius’ sake, we need to be brave,” 

Your father approached the kitchen whilst your mother tended to Sirius on the couch, he looked at the two of his beloved children and said, “Sirius is to stay here for the remainder of the summer. He will not be going back to his home. I will send a letter to his mother at once, but there is no way in hell that boy is going back.” James hugged his father instantly before opening the kitchen door and disappearing to see his best friend. You looked at your father, who removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes,

“What happened, dad?” your voice was quiet, afraid to know the answer.

Fleamont Potter shook his head and placed his glasses back on, he pulled you in for a close hug and kissed the top of your head. He was thankful to have you and James in such healthy conditions. “Let’s not talk about it, child. Everything will be okay. Go on and be with your friend,” you kissed your father on the cheek before sneaking into the living room. Your mother saw you as she was leaving and placed a kind hand on your arm before retreating into the kitchen, most likely to talk to your father.

You watched James pull up a chair next to Sirius, two brothers with a stronger bond known to man. 

“Y’know, mate, if you wanted to see me this bad, you didn’t have to have such the dramatic entrance,” James’ joked making Sirius grin,

“You think I wanted to come here? Blimey, no. The inn across town wouldn’t take me, so I thought I’d come to the Potters.” James laughed and shoved Sirius,

“I’m glad you’re alright,” James said seriously,

“Don’t go all sappy on me, Prongs. Only a couple cuts and bruises,”

“Yes, James, don’t go all sappy on him.” You emerged from the shadows and sat on the edge of the couch Sirius was lying on, “Sirius loves all the attention,” 

“Only from you,” even though Sirius was in immense emotional and physical pain, he still found the energy to make you blush.

“Mate, you’ve only been here for a minute and you’re already acting dodgy towards my sister.” The three of you laughed,

“James, can you help bring the tea in?” your mother asked from the kitchen, James stood with no argument and left for the kitchen. Sirius closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the couch. You couldn’t help but stare, his face, though had a bruise and a split lip, was still as handsome as the day you first saw him. 

“I can feel you staring at me, darling,” Sirius opened one eye to peer at you,

“How could I not, you look like shit,” you shot back. Sirius’ eyes were amused before taking hold of your hand in his,

“I’m alright, y’know,”

“I know.” you placed a smile on your face that quickly faded away, “but unfortunately, you have to room with James and we both know he snores.”

Sirius shrugged, “if I can live with him at Hogwarts, I can live with him here,” Sirius squeezed your hand again before kissing your knuckles, “and I certainly don’t mind living with you,”

“I’ll only say it once this summer,” James warned whilst carrying out a tray of tea and biscuits, “hands off my sister.” 

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