#I’m not mad in the slightest by the way! You just all shared one fucking braincell
The Stuff of Nightmares
WandaNat x PregnantFem!Reader
Warning: Misguided Mama’s, Traumatized children… Mostly though, it’s a lil funny. | 1,526 Words
Book Referenced: Sylvester & The Magic Pebble
It had been plaguing your mind for a month now, on as to why your perfectly good sleepers suddenly sought out your comfort every night. They’d stopped doing that well before grade school, but ever since your wives started taking over their nightly routine so that you could rest up during your third trimester they’d been moving into your shared bed a lot.
At first you suspected it was some premature jealousy for the incoming infant, but just last night your daughter was softly sniffling, and when you asked why she stiffened, her eyes flickered between the faces of your sleeping wives, and suddenly she was just fine again. Her reaction was unsettling to say the least, so tonight you’d settled on doing some quiet investigating, which is why you find yourself stood in the hallway with your mouth agape.
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"The bombs were raining down as Viviana and Oleg frolicked through the town.," Wanda reads enthusiastically to your terrified looking children as they lay in their beds., "They jumped from one pile of ashes to the next to avoid the ground as it was 'lava' on the way to the bakery they hoped was still standing."
You cleared your throat from the doorway, and made your way over to put a stop to this clear madness at once. Both of your kids looked to you with eyes full of hope, which truly left you feeling quite horrible. The loves of your lives, who hadn't realized they were even in trouble were both beaming at the sight of you, and you felt a bit bad having to be crushing their spirits.
Then you noticed the book in Natasha’s hand, “The Wolf and It’s Prey,” the cover an obvious depiction of children being mauled by massive hairy beasts, and the feelings quickly faded., “Absolutely not; Natasha, Wanda, please might I have a word with you both in the hallway?,” the book was promptly snatched from your pouting wife’s hand, but they quickly obliged. Before meeting them you moved to tuck the kids in, kissed their foreheads, then promised to return with a less abrasive set of storytelling.
“What the fuck is this?,” you asked in a harsh whisper as you gently closed the door behind you and stared at yours lover a bit bewildered., “It’s my favorite childhood book, we didn’t have much to read in the Red Room, but this story brought me immense comfort.,” your face fell at the creepy admission., “Nat, these kids are clearly screaming, and being murdered.”
“Yeah, but the point of the story is to always listen to those in charge, so that you don’t break rules like they did and get eaten.,” you were honestly shocked that she thought the moral of the dark story would change your tune, as if there weren’t many books about the exact same principles that didn’t leave kids in tears, and eventually leading them to your bed., “Nat—honey, this isn’t comforting, like at all.”
Wanda was standing very still, hoping that you would be so focused on berating Natasha for her terrifying story you’d overlook hers., “And you.,” she winced when your finger wagged in her face., “What was that you were reading?”
“I-it is one of the books from my childhood that I recently found at that old timey bookstore up the street.,” your features softened upon hearing the vulnerability in your far more sensitive wives voice, and it was as if it all clicked., “My loves, I think I understand the sentiment here.,” your tone was a lot less accusatory this time, your hands gently reached out for theirs, you tugged them closer, and settled your joined hands on your bump, not missing the way they smiled at the action.
“These stories are nostalgic I’m sure, they represent to you a piece of your harsh history that you actually remember fondly.,” they nodded at your words., “Which is great, but what comforts you, actually terrifies our kids.”
“Have neither of you been the slightest bit curious why they’ve taken to sleeping with us again?,” you asked, this time with humor in your voice to lighten the darkened mood., “Well we don’t mind, it was actually nice to have them snuggled up to us again.,” Natasha admits, to which you smile in understanding., “Yeah, but you want them to do it because they miss us, not because they’re scared shitless.”
They chuckled at your deadpanned expression, then they shared a soft set of smirks that you always knew meant trouble for you. Natasha used her hold on your hand to abruptly pull you into her for a kiss that quickly left you breathless. Then as soon as you gasped upon release Wanda was pulling you in next., “Oh dorogoy, now what would we do without you?,” you ducked your head at their words, then lightly shoved them away for flustering you., “Probably live on to traumatize an entire generation.”
They cackled, and you smirked back at them while walking back into your kids room to collect them, figuring you might as well get ahead of their sneaking in. Natasha scooped little Sarah up into her arms as soon as you exited the room, the sight of the tired little girl, with her bunny stuffy tucked under her arm snuggling into your wife settled your heart.
Wanda did the same with Zachary, who giggled wildly when she blew a raspberry onto his exposed tummy as she lifted him up higher than necessary, but then she settled him when you glared at her for riling him up., “Mommy’s no fun.,” she whispered in his ear, making sure it was loud enough for you to hear, and your son giggled again while looking at you as if he had a chamber of secrets to uphold.
“Alright, off to bed! All of you.,” you boomed, and the collective brood rushed off to your room. As soon as you walked in Natasha’s hand was splayed over your lower back, guiding you to the mattress where Wanda already was laying on her side with the gremlins at her side. Wanda took the book from your hand, and Nat patiently helped you into the center of the bed.
Once you were all settled you began to read: “Sylvester and the Magic Pebble.,” your wives, and children gave you all their attention.
“Mama, look!,” Sarah gasped, and Nat shuffled to get a better look at the page., “A lion!,” your wife subtly glared at you, as if your lion eating a donkey was better than her wolves tearing children apart., “Yeah baby! What a scary beast he is.,” she mused tauntingly, shuffling a bit to avoid your knowing elbow jab to come.
“After a month of searching the same places over and over again, and inquiring of the same animals over and over again, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan no longer knew what to do.,” you read, an air of sadness in your tone to convey the emotions to your children, not missing the way your wives were also hanging off of every word., “They tried their best to be happy, to go about their usual ways.”
“Mommy…,” your son sniffled, you dropped the open book on your chest to look to him., “Would you guys be okay if I was a rock?,” the wobble of his lip broke your heart, but you were able to muster up a loving smile., “Of course not honey, we’d miss you so much.,” Wanda’s arms tightened around the both of your kids for emphasis., “Our precious babies, don’t worry, I’m sure Sylvester will be okay.,” Natasha looked to you for needed reassurance, to which you winked, and went on reading.
Natasha’s hands clutched your shoulder as the climax of the story was building., “He was stone-dumb.,” the redhead then groaned., “Oh god, that’s so corny.,” you chuckled then continued on reading about the reunification.
"I have the strangest feeling that our dear Sylvester is still alive and not far away."
“He is! He is!,” the entire bed shouted in unison, and you smirked at their enthusiasm., “I am! I am!,” you read out right after, and all the bodies on the bed shifted closer to you. Cheers erupted as you flipped the page to show that Sylvester’s wish had finally come true, he was a donkey once again, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the bed as you flipped to them all cuddled up together on the couch.
“That was such a good story mommy.,” Sarah said over a yawn, her face falling into a tired smile as you helped her shift over you, and in between you and Natasha’s body., “Yeah, I loved it.,” Zach added over his own yawn, his tiny arm now thrown over your belly, and his snores soon followed his shifting.
“Moya lyubov’, I hate to admit it, but you’re right, that was a good story, and it didn’t even need the mauling.,” the redhead quietly teased as she leaned over your sleeping daughter to kiss Wanda, and you goodnight, “Or the bombs.,” Wanda added as she pecked your lips, and you playfully scoffed., “You are menaces.”
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Forgive and Forget
Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Y/N
Words: 2.7k
Warnings: angst
Request: you’re back, yay! ik you have a ton of requests so get through so I hope you don’t mind me adding another one 🥺 but I thought it might be cute to have something where you and pierre/max (your pick) have a fight and you decide to go back to your family for a while. then they fly out to you to apologise and you end up having to share your bed. you’re still mad though but it’s cold af where you are. friend to lovers with stubborn cuddles, lovers to lovers. let your imagination go wild.
The entire garage was silent. Mechanics were all on their feet, hands on their helmets as they took in the scene unfolding before them. It was like it was happening in slow motion. Your stomach was churning as you stood in the back of the garage, Pyry stood beside you as you waited for Pierre to get out of the car that was currently in bits having been shunted off the track. The longer the silence of the radio lasted, the more you felt like you were going to throw up.
After what felt like years but was realistically only less than a few minutes, a groan was heard over the radio, followed by ‘I’m okay.’ You could hear the collective sigh of relief as the garage realised Pierre was okay, probably badly bashed up but the fact he was conscious was a good sign. Pyry and yourself made your way to the medical tent where he would be taken for a medical assessment, sitting quietly in the waiting room as you weren’t allowed to see him before.
As soon as the door opened you were both on your feet, your heart clenching at the site of your boyfriend. He already had bruises forming around his eyes, the darkening circles accenting the furious look on his face. His eyes met yours, but the face of thunder didn’t change in the slightest. ‘Let’s go.’ Pyry offered to drive the two of you back to the hotel as Pierre obviously wasn’t fit to drive at the moment.
The car ride back was nothing short of uncomfortable. While Pierre was usually the most loving and doting boyfriend you could ask for, he had barely spared you a glance since he’d spotted you waiting for him outside the medical tent. You weren’t sure why you were getting the silent treatment out of everyone, but you knew it wasn’t the appropriate moment to ask what was wrong. As you pulled up to the entrance of the hotel the door was flung open with a short ‘thank you’ muttered to his trainer before the door was slammed shut behind him. You thanked Pyry for driving as you scrambled out the backseat of the car, legs working hard to keep up with the long strides Pierre was making.
The elevator ride was just as quiet, the only noise to be heard was the awkward background music accompanied by Pierre’s heavy breathing. As soon as the doors opened on your floor he was out like a rocket, not sparing you a glance to see if you were coming with. It was so unlike him to act like this that your stomach was twisting in anxiety, wondering if he was more hurt than he had told the doctors. The hotel room door shut softly behind you, Pierre was pacing the room and you could tell that he was just getting angrier with the situation with every passing second.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ You spoke quietly, not wanting to aggravate him further. His pacing stopped as he turned to look at you, eyes cold as he took in your figure.
‘No. Especially not with you.’ He stood planted in his spot as you took in his words. Especially with you?
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You couldn’t help but be on the defensive, feeling as if you’d done nothing wrong while taking the full brunt of his anger.
‘It means that I don’t want to talk about it with you.’
‘But why me in particular?’ This wasn’t something you were going to let go easily, he’d riled you up now. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what he was saying.
‘Because it’s all your fault! This entire shitty season is your fault. If you weren’t so fucking needy then I could focus on racing and helping the team, but you demand all my fucking attention like a child.’ The look he was giving you was anything but loving, which was all you’d ever seen from him before. Your heart was hammering against your ribs at his statement and as much as you were willing them not to, you could feel your eyes beginning to water. He rolled his eyes in your direction, ‘Go ahead, cry about it like you always do.’ You could feel your heart breaking at every word he spat in your direction. This wasn’t your Pierre. It was like you were in a room with a stranger.
‘All I’ve done is be supportive of you and your career, you know that. I’ve sacrificed so much to help you in any way I can, but it’s obviously not enough for you.’
‘I can’t be around you right now.’ With that, he walked straight past you and out the doorway, slamming the door shut behind him. You broke down in tears as his footsteps retreated down the hallway. You’d never seen him react to anything that way, never seen such anger, let alone directed towards you. He’d always been so sweet and caring, treating you as if you were the apple of his eye. Which evidently you weren’t anymore. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d felt this way.
Once you’d cried yourself out you began packing your suitcase to head home. There was no point in sticking around somewhere you clearly weren’t wanted. You booked yourself the first flight to your home country, wincing at how expensive it was but deciding it would be worth it rather than having to stick around here.
You were stood waiting outside the hotel for your taxi when you heard your name being called from behind you. Charles was walking up with a smile on his face, he’d had a great weekend, so it was no surprise he was so happy. His smile faltered as soon as he saw your tear-stained face, instead his features being taken over by a look of concern. ‘Are you okay?’ Before you could reply he’d pulled you into his chest and you could feel your eyes welling up again. You explained what had happened and the Monegasque couldn’t hide the shock on his face.
‘Do you not think you should stay and talk it out?’
‘He made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to talk to me. I think it’s best if I just go home.’
‘Milan home or home home?’
‘Home home.’
Charles couldn’t help but feel angry at how his best friend had treated you, and he didn’t want you to be left on your own with a stranger when you were in this state, so he cancelled your taxi and offered to drive you to the airport instead.
‘You really don’t need to drive me; you should be out celebrating your win!’ As much as you appreciated his kindness you didn’t want his memory of his win to be tainted by your and Pierre falling out.
‘I honestly don’t mind, I’d rather make sure you were okay. Plus, if Charlotte knew I’d let you go to the airport alone in this state she’d kill me.’ At least that made you laugh. Charlotte had become one of your close friends after you started dating Pierre, being one of the few people who understood the trials and tribulations of dating a formula one driver.
After making sure you got checked in okay with your bags, Charles left you to your own devices, but not without giving you a big hug and asking you to text him when you got off your flight. The wait in the terminal was long and you couldn’t help but think back to the argument, his harsh words playing over and over again in your head. Should you have told him you were leaving? He made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to be anywhere near you so he probably hadn’t even noticed you’d gone.
Every time your phone went off you couldn’t help but hope it was Pierre who was messaging you, asking you to come back to the hotel so he could make it up to you. But it wasn’t. Soon enough it was time to board your flight, and as soon as the plane was in the sky you were fast asleep. The drama of the afternoon had obviously worn you out. Landing was a breeze, but it felt like you were just going along with the motions of collecting your luggage and organising a taxi home, not really putting any thought into your actions.
Your knuckles made contact with the front door of your family home. You hadn’t even told them you were coming; it had slipped your mind in the madness of booking a flight so quickly. The door opened in front of you and your mother stood before you. As soon as your eyes met her they were flowing with tears again. She didn’t even have to ask to know something had happened with Pierre. She had always been weary of you dating someone with such a high profile, worried it would end it tears which it definitely looked like it had.
Your parents didn’t ask any questions, knowing you would tell them in time what had gone wrong, but they didn’t want to presume it was about your relationship with the Frenchman. They fed you before tucking you into bed, just like they used to do when you were little. You had checked your phone before getting into bed, but you still had no messages from Pierre. As hurt as you were by it you tried to repress the sadness and just focus on getting some rest so you could deal with it tomorrow. It was clear that you were exhausted, the emotional events of the day having taken their toll on you. You thought it would’ve been hard to sleep given the situation, but you drifted off immediately, not being woken until the next morning.
You awoke to a familiar laugh ringing through the house. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in your surroundings. Back in your childhood home, but that laughter definitely didn’t belong. Begrudgingly you got yourself out of bed, trundling down the stairs until your eyes confirmed what your ears suspected. Sat at your kitchen table next to your mother was your boyfriend, laughing away at something she had said.
He glanced up and smiled softly as he saw you, an action that wasn’t reciprocated, instead being met by narrowing eyes and a frown that would scare even the mightiest warrior. The look of hope on his face faltered. Had he made the right idea to follow you? He knew how badly he had fucked up yesterday, then he had lost his phone which made it a million times harder to try to find out where you were. It wasn’t until he ran into Charles who gave him the worst telling off he’d had since he had left home that you’d left the country and gone home.
Your mother could feel the tension spreading across the room, and she knew the look on your face meant trouble. ‘I think I’ll leave you two to it,’ she said before making herself scarce. You made no effort to sit down, instead remaining standing to take the dominant position in the room. Pierre didn’t really know what to say, he didn’t even know if you wanted him here.
Before he had the chance to speak you took the silence as an opportunity, ‘what are you doing here?’ The accusatory tone of your face made Pierre cringe, he was well aware of the fact you would be angry at him, but he thought it would be a quick fix. That was looking more unlikely the longer he stayed sat at the table.
‘I came to see you.’ Your eyes rolled of their own accord at his daft reply.
‘I gathered that. But you made it pretty clear yesterday that you didn’t want anything to do with me.’ If someone had told you twenty-four hours ago when you were still curled up in bed with the love of your life that in a day’s time you would be stood in your childhood home on the verge of breaking up, you would’ve told them they were mad.
‘I can’t tell you how sorry I am for yesterday,’ he rubbed his hands over his face, and now you’d taken notice you could clearly see that he hadn’t slept at all since you last saw him, ‘I acted like a dick and I’m so sorry.’
‘That’s a light way to put it.’ You muttered under your breath, but it was still loud enough for Pierre to hear and respond with a huff.
‘I was angry about the race; I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.’
‘You think? You said some really hurtful things yesterday, Pierre.’ The tears were welling in your eyes for the countless time since yesterday as everything he’d said came screaming back to you. ‘Do you really think I hold you back that much?’
As the first tear rolled down your cheek, your hand wasn’t quick enough to stop it before Pierre had leapt out his chair and wrapped his arms around you. You wormed your way out of his embrace, not ready to immediately jump back into his embrace quite yet. ‘No! You can’t just come here, say sorry, give me a hug and think everything is going to go straight back to normal.’
He retreated a few steps back from you. His own eyes were watering, the reality of the situation finally settling over him as he realised quite how badly he’d fucked up. ‘Mon amour, how can I make it better? I can’t explain to you how sorry I am. I never should have said those things, I said them because I was pissed off at the race. You haven’t done anything wrong.’
‘You wouldn’t have said those things if you didn’t think they were true.’ All you could do was whisper those few words as your throat constricted, the waterfall willing to be let out from your eyes, sobs begging to escape your mouth.
‘They’re not true. None of them. I don’t know why I said those things because they’re not true.’ Pierre was shaking his head, tears falling onto his flushed cheeks, the emotions finally taking over him.
You sighed, not knowing how to deal with the situation. ‘Do you want some breakfast?’ Your question confused him, were you really offering him food right now?
‘Breakfast?’
‘There’s no point in us talking about this on an empty stomach, we’ll just get more upset.’ He nodded slowly at your point because he knew it was true. You were both notoriously grumpier when you hadn’t eaten yet.
So, that’s how the day went. Eventually the pair of you retreated up to your bedroom so you could have some privacy, to properly talk through what had happened yesterday and how you were going to get through it. By the time dinner time came round you’d undeniably made some progress but not enough to the point where you were back to normal.
Of course, you weren’t going to kick Pierre out of your house, but you had no extra rooms, so it meant he was laying next to you on your bed come bedtime. Neither of you quite knew where you stood at the moment, there was still an air of tension lingering in the room. While you’d spoken a lot today, you still couldn’t shake the feeling of when you first heard those words and Pierre couldn’t shake the guilt he was feeling. So you settled on saying a quick goodnight before turning your backs to each other, something you’d never done in the history of your relationship.
Apparently this didn’t last long, because when you woke up the next morning you were tangled together like headphones in a pocket. It was impossible for the two of you to be any physically closer together without having sex. You had to be honest with yourself, the feeling of being back in his arms was comforting, and his smell washing over you had brought a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in the last forty-eight hours. You snuggled your face back into his chest as you began to feel him stirring. You two were going to get through this, you were going to be okay.
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You break it, you fix it:
A Buddie Fic
(Eddie is dating again, and Buck is mad)
Three dates, two weeks.
Eddie has been on three dates, in two weeks.
And that’s not the part that bothers Buck.
I mean, yeah, he hated that he wasn’t the one Eddie was taking on dates. But, it’s not like Eddie liked any of these girls. He’d come back to work the next day and talk about how ‘crazy’ his Tia is for making him go on all these dates, with women he’s not interested in in the slightest. That was, until the fourth date.
“So, Eddie, how was this week's date?” Chim asked as Buck and Eddie made their way to the firehouses table.
“It actually wasn’t that bad.”
“Really?” Hen chimes in, “how so?”
“She’s…nice? I mean, the other women were obviously not my type. But I guess, she could be? I’m not sure, I’d have to go on another date with her.”
“Another date?” Shit. Buck didn’t mean to sound that angry.
Everyone turned their heads towards him, Chim and Hen’s mouths hanging open and Eddie’s face all scrunched up.
“I mean- uh..” Buck started, but then the alarm went off. Thank you, universe, thank you.
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To say Buck was off the rest of the day would be the best way to describe what was going on. In reality, he was pissed. Pissed at Tia Pepe for making Eddie go on these dates and pissed at Eddie for agreeing to them.
But most of all? That woman. He was so, so mad at her. Whoever she is. He imagines her and Eddie at some random restaurant with candles on the table. He’s dressed up for her. And laughing. Laughing at some probably unfunny joke, just to make her happy. He’s supposed to be laughing at Buck’s unfunny jokes. If he even makes jokes that aren’t funny.
“Buck? Helloooo?” He turned his head and saw Hen waving at him.
“Come on, Buckaroo, we’re at a scene.” Chim says, trying to push him out.
“Right, uh, sorry.”
They shared worried looks that Buck can’t see and whispered to keep an eye on him today.
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Despite Buck’s mood, all of the calls went smoothly today. It was back at the station when Buck finally broke.
“Hey, you coming over for pizza tonight? Chris has his sleepover, I’ve just got to dropped him-” Eddie starts
“No, I don’t want to go ‘over for pizza.’ Hell, Eddie, I don’t even want to see you right now. So, can you please just get out of my face and let me go home. You’ve probably got some girl waiting for you anyways. You promised her a second date, right? Yeah, go have fun. Just leave me alone.”
Buck storms off, not even grabbing his bag, and turns the keys in his Jeep with a bang. Great. Now his elbow is bleeding and will likely be bruised.
He heads back to his loft and buries his face in his pillows. It takes mere seconds for him to sobb into them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, DAMNIT BUCKELY.” He screams, punching the pillow next to him.
“You always fuck stuff up. Everything good, you ruin it.” He says, sitting up and running his hand over his hair.
He looks up at the clock, realizing that Chris is already at his sleepover. Maybe it’s not too late to try and fix it.
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After texting Chris a confirmation that he’s already at his friends, and an embarrassing amount of Taylor Swift songs, Buck wipes his tear stained eyes on his sleeve, and walks up to Eddie’s door.
After unlocking the door with a click, he steps into Eddie’s living room, throwing his jacket down on the couch.
“Eddie? Hey, uh, could we talk?”
“One sec, Buck.” Eddie replies, stepping out of the shower. He’s wearing only gray sweats and water is dripping down his chest.
Don’t stare, Buckley, don’t stare, Buckley, don’t stare-
“Uh, sorry, were you going somewhere?” Buck says, finally looking up. Is Eddie,, blushing?
“Yeah, to yours. Wanted to see what was going on. Didn’t feel like it would be a phone conversation, y’know?”
“Yeah, probably not.” Buck sighs, sitting on the bar stool closest to Eddie.
“So..? You going to tell me what’s up?”
“I, are you?” he inhales, deeply, “are you really going to go out with that girl again?” Shit. Did those words really come out of his mouth?
Eddie moves his knee closer to Buck’s, pressing them together.
“Why do you ask?”
He doesn’t know why. Well, yes he does, but he can’t tell Eddie why. He’d ruin it all. Ruin it more than it already is.
“Evan? Can you please tell me why?”
Fuck it.
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“I don’t want you to. Go out with her again. Or anyone else. Ever. Ever again.”
Eddie’s hand moves to Buck’s knee and he attempts to get him to look at him. Buck’s been staring at the floor since they sat down.
“Why, Evan. Why don’t you want me to go out with her again? Or anyone.” He asks, knowing the answer.
Buck finally breaks his staring contest with the floor and looks into Eddie’s eyes. When did he start crying?
“Because, Eddie, I don’t..I don’t want you to see anyone. I don’t want you to need anyone.”
“Need anyone..?”
“But me. I don’t want you to need anyone, but me.”
They’re both crying at this point and Eddie stands him and Buck up, Buck immediately hiding his face in Eddie’s neck.
“Okay. Okay, Evan, I’ll never go out with anyone else again. Except you. And I promise to never need anyone but you ever again. I’ve always needed you, and I always will. I love you so damn much, Evan.” Eddie sobs, running his hands over Buck’s hair.
He kisses the side of Buck’s face,softly. Soothing him. Grounding him. Loving him.
“Good. And I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“For telling you this way.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way, mi amor. Not for one second.”
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*exaggerated sigh*
here’s a link to the rest of the post, do what you want with it (they weren’t kidding when they warned it was LONG, and no i didn’t read it all)
the only reason i’m posting about this is because of one remark they made:
and honestly?
i’m just so... absolutely sick to death and beyond of people who DON’T share my views on something, telling me WHY I DO.
i don’t try to tell these people why they LIKE the series, or LIKE sylvie, or LIKE her with LOKI. so why the hell do they insist on trying to lay my thoughts out for me - when so many of the ones who think like i do about it have gone to such exhaustive lengths to explain it, very carefully.
1) NO, i don’t give a fuck about fictional “self”cest. that’s literally a fantasy concept that cannot exist in our universe. so why would it concern me in the slightest if someone wrote a made up story where that impossible event takes place? i literally don’t give a shit about that fandom trope as a storyline -
EXCEPT where it is used to criticise gender diverse people with the bizarre and harmful claim that "fucking themselves” is the reason a person wishes to depart from their assigned birth gender. that dehumanises and fetishises trans and fluid people.
the show drifted a little close to that accusation with mobius screaming at LOKI that he was an “incredible seismic narcissist” for “falling for himself”. even though the show was also super clear that she wasn’t LOKI, she was nothing like him, she was amazing and he was shit actually so how could it be self-love? except somehow it teaches him to love himself? um... kissing yourself is not what self-love means, showrunners. fucking hell.
2) NO, i also don’t give a fuck about lokius. can these people even imagine confronting an IRL person who admits to disliking a specific woman, and presenting this argument to them? “you only hate her because you wish her boyfriend was fucking a man instead of her!” and actually, i ALSO can’t stand mobius, because of the abusive way he treated LOKI. mobius is nowhere near good enough for him, and i absolutely don’t ship them either.
what’s fascinating to me is that they never quote our actual most common arguments against the sylki ship and then attempt to dismantle them or show them to be on false ground. is it because they simply can’t? that the arguments are so reasonable and watertight, that to argue against them would make them look unbalanced, misinformed, and creepy? i don’t know, but until i see it happen, i might as well assume that.
in bullet point form, my own reasons for disliking sylvie:
she’s rude, obnoxious, and aggressive, all the time
she has no personality, just a set of bullying tropes
she never misses an opportunity to belittle or mock LOKI
she doesn’t support him, build him up
she isn’t kind to him, shows no empathy
she’s verbally abusive and physically abusive
she thinks that trauma is an olympic event that she won
she’s emotionally manipulative
she’s ungrateful and selfish
she doesn’t listen, just insists she knows best
she’s one-dimensional and poorly written
the weak plot framing sets her up to be admired but it just backfires
the writers nuked LOKI to make her look better
her actor comes across as too arrogant and dismissive of tom
her acting itself is incredibly average and inconsistent
there are more... *gestures at my entire blog* in there somewhere lol. anyhow... yeh. that. and i’m not even gonna insist that series fans DNI cos guess what, i don’t care if you reblog this and try to argue with it. be my guest, just don’t get mad if i reply to your arguments with my own.
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Worried About Bernard (You know that I won't let you fall) chapter 3 by
etpereatmundus
“The person you have dialed can’t take your call now. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, simply hang up...”
It doesn’t take a conspiracy theorist to conclude that a shitty magic cult goes about giving people shitty magic powers, or even more shitty hallucinations.
Though fuck it, Bernard Dowd thought, with my luckthe two events could just be completely unrelated and I’m just built like that. Which would objectively suck. A lot. Either way, the likelihood of something shit happening and it not being linked to the cult I left almost exactly a month ago wasn’t exactly low, objectively speaking. Oh, you left a cult run on mania and now you’re seeing monsters? Gee Willikers, causation over correlation would be the village idiot’s guess.
He put the phone down after the fifth time he rang Asher Kensington’s phone, and it went to the same monotone voice. So much for trying to call the only ex-cult member he had the phone number of.
The cult was where Bernard had formed some of his strongest relationships since… since the day at the school when… since his last day at school with Tim and… her. Her. He shook his head of the memories. At the cult, they’d been joined in their goals- their very lives, running from the parts of themselves and others that they couldn’t face. Despite the fear, the pain and the madness of it all, they did draw a kind of strength from each other Bernard had never felt before. So he hoped that he could reach out, call his old contacts for help, for that strength they once shared even if he did end up being the only one with his recent experiences. But… he couldn’t be, right?
The cult opened up their vulnerabilities, but Bernard and his fellow members were vulnerable together, and knew each other's truest selves as they endured the trials together.
Asher piercing him, Yekaterina tattooing Bernard’s skin when she hadn’t known him the day before, parting skin and tracing fingers through streams of blood- they all spurred each other on, kept each other alive even as they tore each other apart. Dissected each other.
Asher was the first person to dissect Bernard. On Bernard’s first day in the cult, he’d wandered the halls of the catacombs lost, unsure amongst the bustling crowds- until Asher grabbed his arm and pulled him to the wall. With a smile he took a knife and ran it down the back of each of his fingers. Gently held Bernard’s arm in place, allowing him to brace himself against the Asher’s thin frame. At first, Bernard tried his best to stay still. To not show the pain. However, he quickly learned that wasn’t the point- pain cults want to see the pain, they don’t want you to overcome it, but commit to it, experience it fully.
The rituals weren’t all physical, and all the physical things ended up being piercings and tattoos, or exerting the self through things like running until you collapse. Isolation; navigating the dark caverns after a frenzied party; the fear that made you jolt so hard at the slightest sound you’d pull a muscle; the hunger that left you curled up clutching your stomach to alleviate the rolling nausea that came stronger and stronger each time. You had to really stretch it, find new ways of embracing pain. The memories of why they ventured further in pursuit of pain eluded Bernard- some reasoned it was for higher elevation (whatever that meant), others to show determination, devotion. Maybe, above it all, it was a show- they wanted to all be noticed by the higher powers, to be told they were good, that their suffering meant something. ‘Look at me, I’m going to rise above you all by cutting myself down.’
Somehow, the pain was meant to help them find themselves. Find salvation.
Suffering is holy.
Asher believed that. He’d been there much longer than Bernard, and had stuck by his side, hoping to help him adjust to the new underground world he’d turned to to escape himself and his family. It had been months, and towards the end, Asher had begun to help other new recruits, as had…
Then Bernard saw Tim.
He almost felt like he’d betrayed Asher more than the cult. Bernard had walked away from the life Asher had spent almost half a year acclimating him to, snuck out without a word, like there was nothing easier than leaving the family he’d found in the catacombs of Gotham.
But Robin- Tim- had saved him, saved them all.
The Chaos Cult was no more, and they were all free.
Bernard never reached out to the others, after, never spoke to those he’d once called family. He remembered the feeling- the way they all belonged. The intentions of the Cult were never made clear to the followers, but as the confusion lifted over Bernard’s first few months, he felt lighter than ever. They’d all felt the same way, felt the relief as they began to settle into the life they all came to share. Some had for years. How could he look them in the eyes after taking all that away? Especially with what they were all running from?
He called Asher. He needed the reassurance, the short, thin frame to lean on as he adjusted to his new life. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t do it alone. He couldn’t be the only one. So, he concluded that if they’d all felt the same way before the cult, felt the same way on their journeys as members, then surely there’d be someone out there who felt the same as they left. Wondering if they were going mad, or if they were something other than human after their experience.
Finally, he gave in, and opened his phone to try the next ex-member. Esen.
Esen Polat had been a Turkish influencer before the cult. They’d run away because, like Bernard, their family made them scared of who they really were. They were the only other one Bernard had seen change like him after the cult- changing the he/ him in their bio to they/them- so he figured if he couldn’t rely on a person he looked up to, why not rely on someone he saw himself in?
So there he sat, Instagram open on his phone, eyes flicking over the keyboard as he hoped some letter or other would prompt him to think of the right way to open his message.
He typed.
Backspaced.
Typed.
Backspaced, then re-typed, then backspaced.
Turned off his phone.
What was to say they’d even answer? Maybe they also resented him for taking away the cult. Maybe they’d never see the DM because he wasn’t a friend. Maybe they just didn’t care about him.
Then Bernard thought back to the Things; the fear as a Thing turned the corner before a person; trying to figure out whether he should tell someone or if it would get back to the wrong people; the itch to go back to the catacombs, to do what he didn’t know.
He sighed, and typed.
‘Hi Esen, it’s Bernard. I know we haven’t talked since we last saw each other, but I think something’s wrong. I need to know if I’m the only one.’
<<<<<>>>>>
Twenty minutes later, his phone buzzed.
From Esen Polat-
‘Thank fuck, I was wanting to find someone else too. Can we meet at my place? I’m kind of scared to leave the house with my… new condition.’
Bernard held his breath.
From Bernard-
‘Does today work?’
Three dots popped up.
From Esen Polat-
‘How quick can you get to mine? I can’t wait a second longer than I have to.’
<<<<<>>>>>
The apartment Bernard was directed to rose high above the trees of Gotham park, a red brick wall crumbling with old vines from Poison Ivy’s last attack. Each balcony had its own personality, adorned with flags, plants and Knick knacks that all came together into a single tapestry of colour that wrestled out a small feeling of hope that warmed Bernard’s chest. It was a pretty typical Gotham scene- the dandelions growing in the cracks. Pretty to those that noticed. Refusing to be stamped down.
He pressed the buzzer for flat five, and the door opened with a crack of the hinges.
Esen Polat entered the door in a lilac silk dressing gown, an almost empty, incredibly large wine glass clutched in their grip. Their eyes scanned Bernard up and down, bloodshot. A smile broke across their face.
“God it’s been so long since I’ve seen a familiar figure. Come in, come in! Just be careful where you stand.”
Following his host’s frantic gesturing, as the goosebumps rose on his arms, Bernard stepped inside.
No Things inhabited the space. He tried to convince himself that was a good sign, even though he was too early into the whole seeing Things issue to know that for certain.
“So, there is no point in me pretending I don’t know why you’re here. Bernard, have you been blessed too? Do you… have you got the snakes too?” Esen’s voice dropped to a whisper on the last line, even though they were the only two in the room.
“The… snakes? I mean, cursed sounds more fitting than blessed if you ask me, and I haven’t seen any snakes since I left-“
“Not seen them, dear- spit them out.”
Bernard blanched. “You- you spit snakes? Well shit, I see weird monster Things attached to people, and I think I can touch them and affect the people they’re attached to. I mean… at least we’re both able to be more open minded to each others’, um, situations? When did you start spitting up reptiles?”
“It happened a week after the cult was disbanded. What about you? Your… monster Things? When did they start?”
“Three weeks after leaving,” Bernard said. “It’s been almost two weeks now, and until literally just now, I couldn’t tell if I was going mad or if it was some Metahuman shit manifesting. I guess at least I know I’m not mad, but being a Meta in Gotham isn’t great. Do you… have any snakes you kept?”
Emphatically, Esen nodded. “Five from this week. I drop them off at various shelters just before they open. I was almost drowning in them until I realised I could get rid of them in a more discreet manner. Follow me, just down this hall. The first few were so small, I thought I had some dreadful case of worms, but quickly they grew in size, now I’m coughing up snakes almost as long as I am tall. Truly terrible business.” They shook their head, ushering Bernard inside a room at the end of the hall.
A small cage, sat in one corner, covered haphazardly in chicken wire and emitting an ominous low hiss from within. Shadows obscured whatever was inside, but a dark shadow rose and fell, silhouetted against the white walls.
Esen crouched down, opening the hatch, and Bernard panicked.
“Don’t just let them out! What if they bite?”
Esen laughed. “They do what I will them to. I believe my power lies as much in their control as it does in their creation. Quite like a god of snakes.”
A shiver worked its way up Bernard’s spine. “Do you really think it’s like that? Like you’re some god?”
“I think therefore I am, right? I quite believe the cult left us with some left over gifts, as a thank you for our servitude. Why, you almost gave your life for the cult. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d been on that table…” they looked away wistfully, an expression that invoked both revulsion and rage in Bernard.
“What would have happened is you’d have been torn to fucking bits, tortured, and ended up nothing more than a dead body,” Bernard hissed. “Don’t be so naïve.”
“But we all wanted that, didn’t we? The pain, the conclusion?” Esen asked, tilting their head.
“I wanted to run away because I realized I was gay, for fucks sake. That’s all it really was, and they took advantage of that. They took advantage of all of us, and tortured us for months because we were all stupid.” Bernard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, at the end of the day, I don’t care if we think differently of the cult. Can we at least both agree that being Metas in Gotham is a bad idea?”
“Of course it is, no one stays a Meta in Gotham for long before the Bat comes. I may call myself a god, but the Bat and his clan are a whole different breed of entity. Something else entirely. I don’t want to go against that.”
“At least we agree on that, sort of.”
Tim was certainly something else entirely.
“I don’t want to see the Things anymore, and I want to find out where exactly these powers come from. So, there are two things we need to agree on; we need to keep this as much of a secret as we can, and we need to see if there’s a way we can get rid of the powers. Even if you don’t want to lose your powers, I do, and you might need to just in case.”
Esen nodded, placing their hand inside the cage. A Copperhead slithered out, winding around their arm, tongue flicking out as it surveyed the room. Yellow eyes trained themselves on Bernard. He shuffled away, back against the wall.
“Of course,” Esen agreed. “But if I get even a slight feeling that you’re taking this away from me, I’ll stop you.”
“I wouldn’t expect any less,” Bernard sighed. “Just don’t get too paranoid.”
Esen waved a hand. “You can never be too paranoid, Bernard dear.”
“Once again, agree to disagree.”
A high pitched noise rose up outside the door, and Bernard jumped, crouching low with his hands ready to strike. He really needed to remember the actual defensive positions he’d been taught in Krav Maga classes.
Behind him, Esen laughed. “That’s just Kadri, my lovely little boy. He’s just a bit timid around my snakes.”
Bernard craned his neck around the corner, locking eyes with a dog that could hardly be considered ‘little’. A lanky, golden furred creature with a long nose and twig thin legs peered up at the newcomer, head cocked to the side. It’s tail tucked between its legs, as it danced back and forth on the fresh hold of the room, clearly nervous as Bernard felt around the snakes.
“He’s a Borzoi, truly a lovely creature,” Esen crooned, stoking a finger under the snake’s chin. “Now, as much as I love small talk and company, I have a feeling you would like to be sorted and far away from my snakes as soon as possible. Do you have any proposals for how we go about figuring out the root of our new powers? Whilst I am more than happy to return to the catacombs, I’m sure you are less than eager.”
Bernard huffed. “You can say that again. Look, I haven’t kept in contact with anyone since I left, Asher never answers my calls, and I only found you out through social media. If we’re going to find the origin, we need to find out if all of us have powers too, or if it’s a select few. If it’s the latter, it might even help us figure out more about the way we got our powers.”
“I have a few contacts. Most fled Gotham though, going back to their hometowns, going into hiding, some seemingly disappearing off the map. Not to mention the deaths.”
A breath hitched in Bernard’s throat. “How many?”
“Five that I know of. Likely more. I know some were accidents, in a sense, just people trying to carry out the rituals and going too far. Others were not so accidental. Didn’t you see Geoff on the news, getting pulled out of Gotham harbor? Dreadful news. If we were still together, we could make sure we all were ok.”
“You mean we could supervise each other while we tore ourselves apart? Fucking hell, Esen.” Bernard shook his head, expression creasing into a scowl. “Whatever. Call everyone you can, arrange to meet them on the weekend. There’s an old dive bar nearby that is loud enough for us all to have a conversation without being heard. Just dress discreetly, ok? No fancy gowns or designer brands, just put in a hoodie and jeans or something.”
“You do push me, but fine. I have no interest in being noticed in Crime Alley.”
Bernard thanked Esen for agreeing to help, deciding to ignore their somewhat classist sounding remark, and said his goodbyes.
Kadri the Borzoi nudged his nose into Bernard’s hand, and he petted him as he passed, almost certain the dog was the nicest part of the visit. He resolved to bring treats if he ever came back.
<<<<<>>>>>
Dusk had begun to settle on Gotham, the neon lights of Robinson Square illuminating the lush plant life of Robinson Park.
Bernard sat on some old bench dedicated to some old dead guy, watching as people passed.
Now he knew he wasn’t going mad, he’d decided that he might as well get used to his powers while he had them- and that meant practice.
The Things weren’t always noticeable, sometimes because of their size, sometimes because of their appearance- but they were almost always there. Esen had actually been the first person Bernard had seen since he first saw the Things to not have one. Bernard had been looking for his own Thing, some little monster attached to himself, but hadn’t had any luck. Maybe their lack of Things had something to do with the cult- whatever them not having their own Things meant, a creeping feeling that that wasn’t a good thing had begun to grow on Bernard’s consciousness.
An old woman passed, her Thing bounding on ahead, its odd shape vaguely resembling a small dog- at least, a small dog with three necks and a dozen legs. She smiled as she looked at the passing flowers, and Bernard turned his attention to the next passerby.
A young couple walked in the opposite direction, holding hands and leaning on each other. Their things took on bird-like forms, one chasing the other in a never ending circle. The young man pulled out his phone, and as the woman angled her head to look, he moved it out of her line of sight.
The night sky above revealed no stars, and the smog caught the lights from Robinson square, turning the edges of the park into a red and purple setting that resembled some lost good dream. Bernard allowed himself to appreciate it for a minute before deciding to set off, not trusting anything beautiful in Gotham.
He left the park fifteen minutes later. The north-east end of the city was only ten minutes away from his apartment, and in the southern distance, the Bat-signal lit up the sky, visible from the clutches of the entire city
The East End wasn’t a far cry from The Bowery- slightly better kept, but still clearly abandoned by the council, covered in old graffiti tags, with trash cans overflowing and glass bottles turning the ground into a hazard to simply exist around. He’d already pulled glass from his shoes on three separate occasions since moving down.
It was on one of these streets that he heard a scream.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose, and Bernard spun around in the direction it came from, seemingly out of some alley to his left. It was certainly a man’s scream, and Bernard froze as he realized something.
The scream was one he’d heard many times before: one of pain.
Trying to shake the feeling of claustrophobia that rose whenever he thought of his time in the cult, Bernard sprang forward, sprinting in the direction of the scream before he’d even thought about what he was doing.
The further down he ventured, the darker it became as the lights from the Main Street slinked out of view.
He came to a stop, Blood rushing in his veins. The alley came to a dead end.
Had he missed the person who screamed?
Alarms sounded in his mind, to get the fuck out as soon as possible. Instantly, his mind went to it either being a trap or something much bigger than what he could handle. What was he even thinking? What idiot ran towards danger? What if he-?
“You lost?”
Bernard jumped, turning around to see a tall man rise up from behind a dumpster.
He wore a baby blue tracksuit, two swords strapped to his sides, his face shrouded in the darkness. Light hair, possibly blonde, possibly white, hung in strands around his shoulders. He stood about two heads taller than Bernard, and seemed to be doing his best to use that to his advantage, towering over Bernard to try intimidate him.
It didn’t work.
“Were you just… hiding behind a bin?” Bernard asked.
“Umm… yeah, I, uh- shut up, I asked first.”
Bernard sighed. “Clearly not. What’s your gig? You gonna rob me? Are you one of the local traffickers? Maybe a shitty wannabe villain?”
“I’m not a shitty wannabe! I’m a villain. A super villain. See?” The shitty wannabe supervillain unsheathed two glowing swords, a menacing grin growing on his underlit face, long shadows leaving his eyes covered.
Then, one sword stopped moving, and he tugged at it a bit. After a moment's struggle, the sword came free, something ripping as the lights went out.
“Oh my god,” Bernard groaned. “Tell me you didn’t add LED strips to your swords to make them seem magical. Please.”
“I didn’t do it to make them seem magical, I just-“
Bernard cut the man’s defense short. “Actually, I don’t care. I’m not being involved in your embarrassing ass origin story, so I’m leaving. If you try to stop me, I’ll give you a real tragic backstory, capeesh?” A shiver of secondhand embarrassment ran laps up and down Bernard’s spine, before finishing his sentiment. “Just… sort whatever this is out before you try again.”
“I am the Blue Hood, also known as the Blue Death, and I’m going to kill the Red Hood.” The idiot straightened up, puffing out his chest. He tried to cross his arms, but couldn’t with the swords in his hands, so ended up just trying to pose with them on his hips, his wrists bent awkwardly. “You won’t be leaving, and I’m going to hold you hostage to lure in the Red Hood.”
“Wait, is that why you screamed? To lure in the Hood?” Bernard threw his hands in the air, frustration rising. “Do you even know how ridiculously fucking stupid that plan is? Let me guess, you have no clue when his patrol times are. What’s your genius plan, just hide behind that dumpster for the whole night, occasionally screaming on the off chance he turns up? I genuinely think I’m starting to hate you just for how dumb you are. I actually feel insulted that you’re trying to… what is this? Kidnap me?”
He sidestepped the idiot, holding a finger up as he began to move his swords. As he made his way down the street, he caught a glimpse of something glowing nearby, and turned to see a Thing stalking him. Shit.
The Blue Hood (stupid, stupid name) lunged forward, swords raised at Bernard’s chest. Because of course, a dead hostage was a great idea.
Bernard dodged under the strike, ploughing his fist into Blue Hood’s groin.
Bernard’s attempted kidnapper fell, cursing at the pain, as his swords clattered away from him. The light of the one unbroken sword illuminated the alley, and Bernard pulled the hood of his jacket low over his face, not wanting to be seen on the off chance the Red Hood had actually been drawn in.
“Please,” Bernard begged, “just fuck off.”
“Never!”
The Blue Hood scrambled towards his swords, blue light illuminating his pale skin. He grabbed one, rolling around and waving it wildly in the air, only to realise Bernard had simply stepped out of his reach in his attempt to regain his weapons.
“Come at me if you think you can take me,” he snarled.
“No. Fuck off.”
As Bernard watched the Blue Hood roll around on the trash strewn ground, he didn’t notice the Thing behind him gradually growing closer. It leapt, landing on his back and knocking him to his hands and knee with a yell.
He reached behind himself, grabbing the weird glowing blue and black substance of the Blue Hood’s Thing. He pulled, and slammed it into the ground with all the force he could manage.
The Blue Hood screamed, back arching as the Thing flattened itself against the ground. He gasped, grasping his head, his feet kicking out.
Had Bernard managed to hurt him through his Thing?
Bernard drove his fist into the center of the squished Thing, and another scream made its way to his ears. Definitely related then.
Bernard stood, brushing off the dirt on his hoodie and jeans, making sure his hood had stayed low.
“You ok?” He whispered.
The Blue Hood whimpered.
“Well, I would help you, but you did attack me, so…”
Tim would help the idiot. Fuck.
He sighed. “I’m too tired for this shit. There’s a clinic nearby, I’ll take you there, and if this shit ever happens again, I will leave you.”
The Blue Hood just groaned in response.
“Good. Also, seriously consider changing your name. Blue Hood will just get you laughed at. I’m literally dying of second hand embarrassment. Maybe that could be your schtick, killing people by being yourself.”
Maybe he was being mean, but as Bernard scraped the Thing off the floor and slung it over his shoulder, and threw the Blue Hood over the other, he realised he really couldn't care less. He’d earnt the bitchiness.
<<<<<>>>>>
Thompkins’ clinic was one of the places Bernard had first learnt of when he moved to the Bowery. He’s heard in passing that some locals could go there and get free, confidential treatment, no matter their issue.
In the many turf wars and conflicts of Gotham, Leslie Thompkins’ clinics were always steadfast in their neutrality, treating anyone who stepped in, on the condition they never caused problems once inside. Rumor had it that the Red Hood even used it, not to mention the many local villains, and it had some level of protection from any power that had found help in her walls.
Bernard knocked on the front door, nerves coursing through him as he waited for a reply. What time was it? Ten pm? Eleven? Would there even be anyone in?
No lights were on, bar the glow of a fish tank in the office window.
Next to him, the Blue hood whimpered, rubbing his head. Turns out, he only wore a cheap face mask from some corner store, and his outfit had no reinforcement except for skater pads on his knees and elbows. Bernard held no hope for him improving.
Then, a miracle. Warm lights flickered on in an upstairs window, and the curtains flickered.
Bernard thought about Leslie Thompkins’ clientele- if Red Hood, an associate of the bats, was known to come here, what if the bats did? What if Red Robin did?
He looked to the still half-conscious Blue Hood, in his stupid trackies, and decided he was happy to bet on Thompkins’ confidentiality on behalf of the president wannabe villain, ripping off the shitty mask and putting it over his own face. He prayed the Blue Hood wasn’t sick.
The door opened, and a white haired old woman appeared, a young, brunette boy at her side. She was dressed in a casual linen shirt, white baggy trousers stopping at her calves. The boy wore a massive red hoodie, his wide blue eyes peering up at Bernard.
“Does your friend need help?” She inquired. “I don’t tend to get unfamiliar clients at this time of night.”
“He has… a migraine, I think. Also I might have broken his dick. By punching it.”
“Oh.” She straightened up. “Alright then, I can try my best. Follow me.”
“There’s no one else inside, is there?”
Bernard tried to peer around the door, suddenly paranoid that Tim would turn around the corner as Esen’s words came back to him; ‘Can’t be too paranoid.’
Bernard still had his doubts, but not in this instance.
He stepped inside.
<<<<<>>>>>
Three hours later, Doctor Thompkins had patched up the Blue Hood, who lay sulking on the cot. Lucky for him, his dick wasn’t broken, but a few other body parts were, and his splitting headache had only just begun to subside,
“Somehow, I have a feeling I’ll be having this Blue Hood guy in my clinic again.” Doctor Thompkins turned towards Bernard. “What about you, Mr. hidden-in-the-shadows? You’ve been trying your best to not be seen by me, so I’m assuming that means you’re some vigilante type who got caught out with your mask.”
Bernard shrugged. “Not really. Just don’t want to be known around here. I guess I'm… hiding?”
“Could’ve fooled me,” she said, shrugging. “You’re new to the Bowery then?”
She could be trusted. Neutral grounds. Right?
“Yeah I'm new, but I know the area well. You work with vigilantes a lot though, don’t you?”
“Put up with them is more like it, but yeah. It’s kind of why I asked if you were one- Vigilantes always get mysterious airs about them, just like you have- and you’re definitely in your lone wolf stage, something I hope you get over soon.”
“My lone wolf stage..?” Bernard shook his head. “I’m not even a vigilante, so stop… whatever it is you’re talking about. I’m just a guy that got jumped.”
“Oh yes, a guy who got jumped and managed to give the guy an awful head injury with no physical marks?”
“The guy got a migraine,” he grunted.
She laughed, turning towards her computer. The blue light lit up the small room, and Bernard let his gaze fall on the illuminated equipment laid out on a nearby table. The warmth of the small orange lamp on the desk clashed with the cool lighting, and his gaze followed the dark neutral line between the two lights, trailing the path up the wall, across the ceiling, returning down the cross over the half-asleep Blue Hood.
“You know,” Doctor Thompkins said softly, “I’ve lived over half my life working with vigilantes, so I know a thing or two about them. But I’ve also worked with the civilians of Gotham too. You can come here, vigilante or not, and I’d be happy to help you if ever you need it.”
He hmphed, tilting his head. “Thanks, I guess.”
“I’m serious. I don’t take kindly to scooping people off the pavement. Come to me, I am not asking. I opened this clinic to keep the streets clean, and I won’t be happy if you mess them up with your insides.” Her tone was serious, but the smile in Doctor Thompkins’ eyes settled Bernard’s nerves.
“I’ll keep you in mind if I get a papercut.”
Bernard headed towards the door, head turned under his hood to avoid the light of the hallways showing his face under the shadows. He stopped, just as he reached the door frame.
“Thank you… I appreciate your help with the Blue Hood. He’s clearly too stupid to survive on his own. Maybe you should give him the talk you gave me. I can’t deny it’s got me thinking.”
“I think I’ll give him a modified version of the talk,” she laughed. “Maybe suggest that he retires the- supervillain gig, was it?”
“Hard agree doc. Thanks again, but hopefully I won’t be seeing you again.”
“I hope the same for you. Goodbye, Mr. Hidden-in-the-Shadows.”
“I really need a better name than that.”
“I thought you weren’t a vigilante?” she called after him.
“Bye, Doctor Thompkins!”
Bernard rounded the corner, making his way down the tight staircase towards the front door. The walls were lined with medical degrees, group photos of patients and medical practitioners alike, and even a few kids’ drawings to brighten up the atmosphere.
He reached the door, but just as he went to turn the lock, a small voice piped up from the doorway leading to a reception area.
“The man you brought in called himself the Blue Hood. Why?”
Bernard turned, to see the young boy from before peering around the doorway.
“He called himself the Blue Hood because he’s unoriginal and not very bright. You don’t need to be scared of him.”
“I know he’s unoriginal, because I’m the Blue Hood.” Indignation lit up the kid’s voice. “Well, I’m actually called Tyler, but the Red Hood told me I could be the Blue Hood for my superhero name.”
The kid knew the Hood? Bernard was reminded of how close the clinic was to the vigilantes that roamed Gotham- including one elder vigilante, who would definitely dislike his newly-Meta-human presence in the city. Definitely time to disappear.
“Well, in which case, I’m sure the idiot upstairs will soon learn to change his name. You seem like a tough kid. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be caught stealing the name of someone as fearful as the Red Hood’s left hand man. Look, I’ve got to go home, so goodnight-”
“Tyler? I have Batburger for you!”
From the back, a gruff voice called out, as a door opened and slammed shut. Heavy footsteps grew closer, and Bernard stepped back as a familiar figure loomed up behind Tyler.
The Red Hood.
A grey armored shirt and red, sleeveless jacket stretched over six feet of pure muscle. A red face mask combined with a grey domino glared down at Bernard, red eyes directed at his face. His face, which was only covered by his low hood. If they were making eye contact, that meant the Hood had seen him. Shit fuck shit.
Bernard ducked his head as low as he could. No way was he letting the Hood recognize him from the other night.
“Uh, hello?” The Hood muttered, seemingly taken aback by a stranger in the clinic. “You here on business or somethin’?”
“No,” Bernard whispered, willing whatever luck he had to manifest in the Hood not to recognize his voice. “Just dropping off some idiot. I’m on my way, so you two have a good evening.”
“Bye-bye,” Tyler called, waving Bernard off, a gesture which he returned.
“Yeah, see you around,” The Red Hood muttered, a farewell that set Bernard on edge.
Would he follow Bernard? ‘See you around’ implies that the Hood was expecting them to cross paths again, something Bernard really hoped against.
He shrugged off the feeling of the Red Hood's eyes following his back, and sprinted down the dark street the second he knew he was out of the sight of the clinic’s windows.
It was only as he walked away that he realized something- The Red Hood had no Thing attached to him either.
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Five minutes later, Bernard had finally reached his street. Only one streetlamp worked, and even that flickered as he passed underneath. With his apartment only a few more meters away, and the street so quiet even the local dealers had vacated their corners, Bernard was finally able to stop enough to appreciate just how goddamn tired he was. His joints almost ached, and his head definitely ached. He sucked in a deep breath, counting to ten before letting it slowly escape.
Just two doors away from his apartment building, Bernard stopped.
A small party shop, full of masks and costumes caught his eye.
The bright colors, the light up decorations, the shiny glitter that coated every surface- none of that caught his eye.
But in the corner, a thin black mask, covered in matching black roses, with two curled horns on either side caught his eye. The piece sat nestled against a wall display, a small white tag attached, reading sale- $10.
‘Vigilantes always get mysterious airs about them, just like you have’
Bernard smiled, and decided to come back the next day.
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This will probably be a hard task and I’d fully understand if u can’t go through with it because they are all so damn fine 😩🤚
- But I’m curious to know which cevans characters u like from most to least? And maybe ur reasons to ur ranking. I love hearing peoples different opinions. Share horny thots too if u want! 💁🏾♀️
Love ur work by the way!! 💕
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my work!! ♥️🥰 And gosh, yes this is indeed a hard one, but not too hard, - the only problem is the list always changes for me depending on what character I’m feeling more emotionally connected to at the moment. 😂
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI - THIS IS MY OPINION
I’ll keep it simple (not really, I’m going in-depth):
1. Ransom Drysdale
He will always be first. Each time I rewatch ‘Knives Out’, my attachment to him reignites. His style, his persuasive, demanding and manipulative demeanor is so fucking hot and what’s hinted to him having a shitty childhood (because he’s parents are shitty) is fan fic fuel for me to reshape him as a character without leaving far away from the actual source material. He’s an egotistical and arrogant bastard and my toxic trait thinks I could fix him. 😭
I want him over me and do whatever the hell he wants to me. I bet I would cry because he’s a little intimidating but I honestly don’t care. I’ll let myself be distracted of his beautiful face.
2. Jake Jensen
I want to give my first, marry and give a child to someone like Jake, - correction I want to give it all to Jake himself. A man who cares about the ones closest to him and is awkwardly humorous to the point where you can’t help but melt how absolutely adorable he is. He would know how to brighten your day even if it’s your worst, and he’s just so open, I know living a life with him wouldn’t be boring. He would be such a good father and husband (we’ve already seen how supportive of an uncle he is), and he seems so gentle, it gives me comfort.
His shy and awkward demeanor tells me he’s a bit of a sub, and while I’m 100% a sub as well, I would exclusively think of switching if my man’s exactly like Jake, - sweet, humorous and not threatening in the slightest. I want to ride Jake so bad it’s actually a constant thot in my mind.
3. Johnny Storm
This is a hard one because Johnny and Steve always switch places but I’ve been in a good Johnny mood these past weeks so I’ll put him above Steve for now.
What makes Johnny great is he does not have a completed character arc, which opens a whole new world of imaginations and creativity. It’s so obvious they were going to set him up with a woman for the third installment but that never came, which to me is great! Again it’s my toxic trait of thinking I could change men to be a better person because I’m just that ✨ special ✨.
Also while I have a thing for older and mature men, something about being with a bold immature manchild and manwhore is so hot to me. Like yes sir, let me be that special woman in your life from your hundreds of previous partners. 💅
4. Steve Rogers
I love Steve and adore him sm… - up until the very end of which his finale character arc is questionable and so unappealing to me personally it actually makes me a lil mad. 😭😭 I could talk all day of how his ending ruined his character arc AND Peggy Carter’s (yes I like her, go watch Agent Carter it’s so good and I think you’ll like her too if you watch it - otherwise please don’t judge me) but I won’t, so I keep it simple of pretending it never happened.
His whole story of being from the past is such a cool concept to me. I want to teach Steve all about the modern world of what he doesn’t learn through his line of work, and I love how much of a gentleman he is from the 40s etiquette. He’s husband material for sure.
ALSO LET ME NOT FORGET TO MENTION HE AWOKE MY SIZE KINK! All those smutty fics of him being so huge, and fucking the reader with an abnormally large dick makes me so horny, I can’t —
5. Andy Barber
Andy hasn’t been occupying my thots as much lately but I love his character and I stand be the fact he’s the ‘dommest of them daddies’. This man of law would have been kinkier if his wife was too.
Like I want him to spit in my mouth and tell me I’ve been a bad girl while he fucks me from behind and calls me his dumb whore. I know deep down he’s into that, Laurie’s just holding him back.
6. Ari Levinson
Ari is hot and sexy, - all the good stuff. BUT it’s so hard to get fueled by him because he’s in one movie where he is one of many characters and we don’t get to know him that well. 😭😭 We really be having no choice other than going off what we think would be canon for his character but it’s ultimately not, which is kind of a bummer. I’m only attached to Ari in fan fics, not so much from the movie - which is fine but my main point still stands, we should have gotten more interactions from him.
But yeah, he can get it anytime from me. 😏
Please, either reblog / comment with your ranking! I’m curious too to know what other people think! <3
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Caesar Route Chapter 12 (11-14)
Last time on the Caesar Route, Caesar briefly becomes a mindless pig until Zett shows up and somehow reverses the process. Then Caesar is about to reveal the truth about everything, like why his last name is Raphael when he’s a well-known member of the Baroque family.
Hiro figures everything out but doesn’t care to share. Zeus figures out nothing and is mad about it. Caesar then tells the truth about how he and Zett are partners in crime and Zett meant to get caught as a distraction. Caesar defends his drastic actions with the fact that he’ll turn into a pig at any time, and for some reason, no one, not Caesar, not Liz, not any of the others, but mostly importantly, NONE OF THE WRITERS ever entertain the idea that Caesar could just fucking ask Remy or somebody to just USE the Star Sapphire. And if there’s some calamity that will happen if that happens, it literally doesn’t matter from a story standpoint because NOTHING LIKE THAT WAS EVER IMPLIED.
Anyway, Liz wonders if there’s another way to prevent the curse, and Lucious says there is.
Well I guess that’s why he couldn’t just ask Remy to use the Star Sapphire, but still, I feel like there was a better way that didn’t involve so much cloak and dagger. But again, EVERYONE knows that lying and manipulation is 100% the way to generate love, right? /s Jesus Christ, did Caesar go to the Azusa Kuze School of Solving Problems?
Liz grapples over whether or not her love would be strong to break the curse while Zeus gets pissed off at Caesar for lying to everyone. Zeus is about to attack him, but Liz intervenes and reveals she knew the whole time.
Wow, I’m sure this scene will be very nice and not at all frustrating or distressing to read in the slightest /s
Anyway, Zeus finally stops losing his shit, and Caesar gives a heartfelt speech about friendship.
Smh we’re wasting curse time here, people...
Wow, good job! /s I don’t have any alternative suggestions for what you could have done instead because this is a real catch 22, so I’m afraid I’m just gonna have to be here, snarking unhelpfully.
Well, at least he’s not only motivated by romantic love. And luckily, there’s little to no hard feelings between the rest of the group and they decide to stay. Then, for curse purposes, of course, Caesar asks Liz how she feels about him.
Well, one less problem on the ol’ curse checklist I guess.
And at least Zeus gets to show he cares too.
Man, Alfonse is gonna be so upset he missed this.
Everyone gets set to go find the Star Sapphire. Zeus and Zett start bickering because there can only be one guy with a Z name in the team, I guess,
NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. WHO INVITED SHITHEAD.
So Shithead and Vincent did not come to join the friendship squad, which is predictable for Shithead and we didn’t want him anyway. How they fuck did they even get here without the Steven Universe poetry?
Anyway Shithead’s here to rearrest Zett and arrest Caesar, so look at him! Still making fucking problems for the plot even in the next route! At least he’ll be treated as an obstacle this time, right?
Queued for June 27
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Music Appreciation
Brahms Heelshire x fem!Reader
Author: @loopy-froots
Word Count: 1772
Request by @leahromanof : How does this sound? Brahms doesn’t want the female reader to leave the mansion and the reader doesn't want to either cause she wants to be with Brahms and both of them are very much in love with each other so the reader basically decides to make the mansion her home just as much as it is Brahms’. And Brahms is so happy about it! So the reader decorates her room to make it exactly the way she desires to fell more at home. So she puts up posters of Elvis Presley and many other singers such as Shawn Mendes, John Lennon, Lady Gaga but it’s all mostly Elvis cause to her, Elvis Presley is the LOVE OF HER LIFE. She truly admires him with all her heart. And one day the reader looks at a poster of Elvis on her wall and says “I’ll never love anyone the way I love you Elvis” and Brahms heard this and he goes crazy mad and then he comes into the room and (the rest is sexual)* pls include details. And once he’s done with the reader she gives him a little pinch which obviously hurts him a tad and she explains everything about what she said cause Brahms doesn’t know who Elvis is and that he’s been dead for 44 years!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slasher x reader, swearing, smut, etc.
Author’s Note: I changed the request slightly to have the reader’s posters as whatever singer they wish, so that more people can relate to it! I hope you enjoy this, though!! :^]
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*2nd Person POV*
“Y/n…” Brahms whispers to you while you both are tangled together in affection.
“Yes?” You question curiously.
“You know I want you to stay here… with me…” He informs you what you already know. He hasn’t been subtle in the slightest about his wishes with you, practically needing you to stay with him 24/7.
“I know, Brahmsy. And I will,” You promise him with a sweet kiss on his forehead.
“Then why don’t you unpack your things? Like… really unpack your things…? For good…” He suggests.
“Oh, right! I suppose that would be a good idea, huh? I guess I just never wanted to invade your space here, so I hesitated…” You explain sheepishly, and Brahms understands.
“No need to worry, dear. My home is your home,” He lovingly agrees with you. And with that, the two of you get up to start. Unpacking all your clothes by placing them into a dresser and displaying all your novelty items on the shelves, Brahms then stops. You glance over at him and notice he’s holding one of your band posters with an odd expression.
“Who is this? One of your family members?” He asks innocently, causing you to giggle a little.
“Hehe, nope! That’s (insert your preferred musical artist), my favorite singer! I love them so much!” You explain, but Brahms gains a sudden sulking look in his eyes.
“Brahmsy? You okay?” You ask, concerned.
“Hm.” He coldly grunts in response. “And who’s this?”
“Oh them? They’re (insert another favorite band), one of my most listened to musical groups! I also love them a lot!” You immediately forget your concern for your lover as your interest in music takes control. You have always been musically driven, whether it be listening while you work or even singing to yourself from time to time.
“What’s so special about these… people… if you’ve never even met them!” Brahms snaps with a glare. This takes you by surprise, and even hurts your feelings quite a bit. All you wanted to do was just share your love of music with someone you cared about. What was so annoying about that?
“I-I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you… I just…” You try to explain yourself, but he cuts you off again.
“You love them, do you?! How come you say it to them so easily, and I’m left with nothing!” His envious outburst then begins to make you giggle a little. You couldn’t believe he was so serious about this! Did he really think you were in love with these people? All you mean was that you love the music they played.
“What’s so fucking funny?” He demands sternly, but you still don’t let up.
“Nothing! I just… you’re so cute when you’re jealous…” You smile at him, hoping he gets the message. However, he appears to have not.
“If you’re throwing around your affection so easily, I’m getting some, too!” Brahms practically runs over to you and lifts you over his shoulder. Yelping and protesting, you try to get him to set you down. However, he was certainly on a mission. He walks you all the way to his bedroom and throws you down on his mattress.
“Brahms, c’mon! Let me explain!” You desperately try to get him to wait just a second, but he doesn’t. Ripping off your shirt and pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion, you gasp at the sudden cold air flowing over your naked skin.
“Come over here and prove that you love me.” He growls, making your spine shiver.
“I… what?” You honestly get confused, but when he begins to unbutton his trousers, you get the idea. Was he really gonna make you do this? Right now? Over some silly posters?
“Now, Y/n!” Brahms scolds, and you immediately crawl to him. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you mentally pray that he shows you some mercy. You lick a long stripe up his shaft, taking in his savory flavor.
“There you go,” He groans out with pleasure while taking two fist fills of your hair. As much as he wanted you to do the work, he still needed to be in control of the situation.
Finally taking his head into your trembling mouth, you swirl your tongue in circles in an attempt to make him feel good. It was obviously working when he bucks his hips into you. Taking as much of him as you could, you slightly gag from the sheer amount that was in your mouth.
“Fuck… keep going…” Brahms pleads, and you try your best to oblige. Fitting another few millimeters of him inside, you clench your throat in discomfort. Brahms swears he could’ve cum right then, but he tried his best to hold back.
“G-good,” He slowly pulls himself out of your mouth and your spit drips onto your chin. Desperate for air, you begin panting until Brahms leans down and kisses you. He bites your lip aggressively, so you gasp. This gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue deep inside, exploring each and every corner.
“Mm!” You moan into him, and he smirks against your lips. Cheeky bastard…
“Are you ready, Y/n? Ready to apologize properly?” Brahms asks lustfully.
“Uh huh…” You agree equally as passionately. With that, he roughly pushes his entire length into your already wet pussy.
“Oh… my god…” Brahms holds onto your ankles for dear life as your cavern grips onto him ever so tightly. He fills you so much to the brim that it makes you slightly ache. You can only imagine the soreness you’ll feel in the morning…
He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, but instead begins pumping himself in and out of your hole with a brutal pace. The rope in your stomach begins to tighten as you feel yourself reaching your orgasm already.
“You close, baby?” Brahms coos, and you frantically nod your head in agreement.
“Y-yes! So goddamn close! Please don’t stop!” You plead, and Brahms decides to let you release yourself on him.
“Cum… now!” He demands, and you do seconds later. The tsunami of ecstasy washes over your entire body, quaking your limbs.
“Oh, Brahms!” You finally whine with bliss dripping from your vocal chords.
“We’re not finished yet, dear… oh no, not nearly finished…” He then flips you over onto your stomach. He grabs your buttocks and forcefully lifts it up to meet his hips.
“B-but…” You try to get him to wait, but he’s definitely set on going again.
“I can’t cum again… it’s already too much… but he hasn’t yet… so I guess it’s okay…” You think to yourself.
“Ready, love?” His tone switches to something softer.
“Yes,” You agree and close your eyes as he pushes himself into you again. This new angle reaches a different type of pleasure, making your head spin. The overstimulation sends waves of delight throughout your entire being.
“God, Y/n! Right there! You feel so damn good!” Brahms practically screams your name like an anthem. You feel his pace beginning to get erratic, signaling his own end coming close.
“C-cum for me, baby! Please! I n-need you!” You beg him as you give the bedsheets a white-knuckled tug. You were so close to your own orgasm again, but you do your best to hold on as long as you can.
“F-fuck!” Brahms suddenly stops and empties himself into your quivering center. A panic normally would’ve flushed through your head, as you realize the consequences of the result, but in your high you completely disregard everything. Brahms then pulls out and slumps onto the bed next to you. You sheepishly turn to him and give him the softest eyes.
“Feeling better, love?” You implore.
“I guess…” He huffs brattily, making you giggle.
“You do realize that those people in my posters aren’t like… anyone to worry about, right?” You try to reassure him, but he simply quirks his brow.
“They’re not? But you said…” He tries to think it out.
“I said I love them because I meant it in a way that doesn’t imply a romantic emotion… like I love what they do… like I love their music because I enjoy listening to it… not necessarily because I love them as people… does that make any sense?” You desperately try to explain finally, and an expression of realization, relief, then embarrassment hits Brahms.
“I-I… I’m so sorry, I thought you meant…” He covers his face with his large hands, but you smile and pull them away.
“No, no! It’s okay! This was actually… nice…” You confess while stroking the tops of his hands. This makes Brahms blush a deep shade of red.
“Yeah… that was…” He agrees shyly.
“Then… we should do it more often…?” You suggest, and he enthusiastically nods his head.
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Thin Ice - Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
WARNINGS: mild angst, cursing, arguing, clingy kuroo cause i think he's adorable, hurt/comfort
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SUMMARY: after an intense fight with kuroo, you resign to the couch for the night. however, kuroo still needs his nightly dose of cuddles and is determined to get them
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"Whatever Tetsurou, I'm too tired for this anymore. I'm done." The two of you had been arguing into the late night hours about God knows what at this point. So much had regrettably been said in the past hour that you couldn't even tell who was in the wrong anymore. It was just one thing after the other. Your cheeks were damp with the few tears you'd been unable to hold back and your head was pounding like a drum. You were absolutely drained.
Not that Kuroo was fairing much better, dark bags hung under his blood shot and glossy eyes, causing his face to look a little more hollow than it actually was. If anything, he looked even more exhausted than you were.
It was rare to see him like this. Usually he'd cover up his hurt with a quick joke or comment, but his stressful day at work had eroded away at his walls, leaving him completely vulnerable.
"What do you mean done?" He asked, fully preparing for the worst. Was this it? Were you about to leave him? No. You wouldn't, the two of you always worked things out.
"I mean that I'm done with this argument, I can't do this anymore. I'm going to bed, and I suggest you do the same." You started gathering pillows and blankets from the various pieces of furniture in the living room, setting them up on the couch to form a makeshift bed.
"You're not actually sleeping out here are you? Kitten-"
"Don't call me that, not right now! Just leave me alone Kuroo, I don't want to see you until the morning." You sounded a little harsher than you intended to. But your own stubbornness refused you the chance to take it back.
Kuroo let out a scoff, "Oh so I'm Kuroo now? Whatever Y/N, sleep wherever you want, I don't care." He didn't mean that, not in the slightest, but the need to get in the last word had overcome all sense of logic he had left. So with clenched fists and a tense jaw, he stormed out of the living room before you could utter another word. The slamming door of your shared bedroom finally allowing you the privacy to let loose the flood of tears you'd been holding back.
Unfortunately for you, the close proximity of the living room and master bedroom created by the quaint one story house allowed for the muffled sobs of your boyfriend to reach your ears. Your heart hurt at the though of him curled up all alone on the large mattress, but again, you were too headstrong to do anything about it. Everything was so overwhelming that your body ended up giving out. Your eyes falling shut as you hugged a throw pillow close to your chest.
It was around 2:30 a.m. that you were roused from your slumber by the sound of shuffling feet. Sleepily rubbing at your eyes, you looked up to see a large, dark figure looming at the foot of the couch. You nearly jumped ten feet in the air, your heart rate quickening to an unatural pace. The sharp yelp you let out was followed by the figure flicking on a light, revealing that the figure was in fact your, very exhausted looking, boyfriend.
"Woah, Kitten it's just me!" He stretched out his arms in an attempt to calm you.
"Tetsurou what the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!"
He grimaced, mumbling out an apology. That definitely wasn't his intention.
"What do you want?" You asked sharply.
"I couldn't sleep, not without you." His voice is pleading as he looked at you expectingly.
"Well maybe you forgot, but we're not exactly on cuddling terms right now." You weren't even all that upset anymore, most of your sour emotions fading away with the few hours of sleep you'd gotten. Nonetheless, a few traces of bitter hurt and anger still remained. It was the principle, the fight the two of you had was still unresolved, and being woken up so suddenly didn't exactly help much with your current mood. He really expected you to just come to his beck and call because he "couldn't sleep?"
"Can we just forget about it until the morning? Please, I need you." He sounded a little more desperate this time. Now that you thought about it, he seemed on edge and antsy. He kept shifting his weight from side to side, the backs of his heels lifting up as he did so.
"No, Tetsurou, go to bed. I don't feel like being around you right now. Just give me some space and we can talk in the morning." You dramatically slung your blanket over yourself, making it a point to toss over to your other side, turning your back to Kuroo.
There's an annoyed huff, and suddenly your blanket has been rudely ripped from your body. Before you could protest, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you off the couch and over Kuroo's broad shoulder.
"I didn't want it to come to this but you've forced my hand."
"Kuroo Tetsurou put me down!"
"Sorry Kitten, but I need you, so we're doing this the hard way." It seems as though his defense mechanisms have built themselves back up, as this time his voice holds a more teasing tone to it.
Despite your protests, he carries you back to your shared bedroom, gently tossing you onto the queen sized mattress. You're quick to make your next move to escape, but before you could move more than a few inches, Kuroo plops down on top of you. His chest is pressed up against your torso and he's already nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, pinning you down with the full weight of his body.
"Tetsu, get off!" You squirm under him, grabbing at his back. You hadn't even realized that you'd resorted back to calling him by the nickname he loved so much. But he surely did, his chest warmed as the name rolled off your tongue. He took it as a sign that you weren't really as mad as you were letting on to be. The two of you were okay.
His breath tickles your neck as he let's out an exaggerated sigh. His hands move to either side of your head, giving him the leverage to prop himself up just enough to lift his head while maintaining the ability to hold you down with his weight. His face is now centimeters away from your own, his nose brushing against yours as his hot breath fans your face. Did this smooth mother fucker really brush his teeth before he came to talk to you?
"I'll let you get up if you can tell me why we were even fighting." His voice is low and gravely. He knows he's got you by the way your eyes refuse to meet his, and he can't help the smirk that crawls it's way onto his face.
Based on the way he's looking at you, you're expecting him to spew out some teasing comment, but instead he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It's sweet and innocent, a contrast to his usual eager and cocky displays of affection.
"I'm really sorry, Kitten." He whispers, and you know it's genuine. "And I should have said it earlier instead of storming off. I don't want us to end up like my parents, going to bed angry and never fixing anything."
There it is. That's why he was acting so desperate when he'd come to wake you up. His parent's rocky and loveless relationship imprinted on him at a young age, showing him everything he wanted to avoid in his own relationship. His worst fear was being unable to break the cycle of heartbreak set by his parents, and your unresolved argument scared him.
You couldn't help but feel a little guilty knowing that you were to blame for the pain he went through tonight. You instinctively reached up to cup his face in an attempt to comfort him, the pad of your thumb gently running over his cheek bone. Any anger or bitterness you'd felt had melted away with his heartfelt apology. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for just a second as he let out a relieved sigh.
"I'm sorry too, Tetsu." He let out a soft hum as your hand glides down to the back of his neck, finger tips scratching at his nape and playing with the soft tufts of hair. "We're okay, I promise."
Kuroo's previous smirk had now melted into a soft lopsided smile. Leaning down, he presses another kiss against your lips, this time a little more confident and eager.
"Okay, now can you get your fat ass up so I can breathe?" You mumbled against his lips. The sudden snarky comment has Kuroo putting back up his signature smirk. A deep chuckle reverberating through his chest. "Are you gonna stay?"
You nod silently and that seems to be enough to convince him.
Although you'd made quiet the fuss about it, you actually miss the pressure and warmth provided by his body as he lazily rolls off of you, now laying on his side. But the warm feeling isn't gone for long, because next thing you know Kuroo's arms have already snaked around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. He's got you pressed flush against him, one arm holding your waist while the other tangles itself in your hair. His chin rests comfortably on top of your head, every now and then tilting it downward to press soft kisses to your hair.
It isn't long before his breathing is already starting to even out, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. The feather light circles you're tracing into his back only speed up the process.
"You're lucky I love you," you joke, but you're sure he gets the hidden message in your words. Although, the response you're waiting for never comes. There's no way he's already asleep, he's definitely toying with you.
Your fingers halt their movements on his back. Impatient with waiting for his response, you dig your nails into his back, just hard enough to get his attention.
"Hmm? I was sleeping, did you say something, Kitten?" You don't miss the subtle taunting that laces it's way into his words. Oh, he's definitely toying with you.
"You are on thin ice Kuroo Tetsurou."
With your ear so close to his chest you hear the soft vibrations of his chuckle. "I love you too, Kitten."
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now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.
clandestine meetings
stepbro!dream x f!reader
summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.
warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation
word count: 1.5k
A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)
it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.
it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.
once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.
“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”
your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.
the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.
the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off.
clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing.
by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.
“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.
“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.
you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.
“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”
soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.
another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.
“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.
“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.
“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”
you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.
“why? are you jealous?”
clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it.
“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”
he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.
“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”
clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.
“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”
“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”
he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.
“who do you belong to?”
“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”
things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.
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Hey could you write something for Harrison where you really like him but the last person you were with rejected you so your scared to tell him
“Fucking tell him already, Y/N” Tom groaned, cutting you off. He was sick of hearing you talk about Harrison over and over with no intention of acting on your feelings. This had been going on for a year now and all your friends were so done with this.
You let out a laugh, thinking Tom was being sarcastic. “Sure, Of course Tom, great idea” You spoke sarcastically only to look at Tom and realize that he wasn’t joking. Not the slightest bit. “Are you joking? There’s no way I could ever tell him. Not after what happened with Alex” You shook your head, the idea of Harrison ever finding out how you feel almost bringing you nightmares.
Alex was a guy you had liked last year. You two were the closest anyone could be and naturally, you developed feelings for him. Everyone thought that the feeling was mutual. But when you told Alex how you felt, he shot you down in the worst way possible. He broke you.
“You what?” Alex spits, as you began to feel like he wasn’t too happy about what you were saying. “I, I like you” You repeat, with less confidence this time. Alex shakes his head, raising his eyebrows with a look of frustration displayed on his face. “I can’t fucking believe this” He mumbles under his breath, hands going through his hair. You stand there, not really believing the way he was reacting right now.
“Alex-” You start but he cuts you off, “Just shut up!” He yells at you making you flinch. Alex grabs his stuff and quickly walks towards the door, his shoulder bumping into yours. “Why would you ruin this?” He asks, angry with you for ‘ruining’ your friendship. “You made me think you feel the same way! Don’t act like I’m some crazy bitch who likes you!” You retort. “How could I ever feel the same way about you?” Alex spits, and your heart dropped to the floor and he slammed the door.
“We both know Harrison would never do what Alex did, Y/N, if you don’t tell him I will”. You raise your eyebrows at Tom, believing that there was no way on Earth that what he was saying could be true. “The boys and I are sick and tired of hearing you bitch about how you much you like him, so if you don’t tell Harrison by the end of the week, I will.” Tom deadpanned and you turned as pale as a ghost.
Tom gets up from the table, making you scramble to get up and follow him. “Tom! Tom, you’re- No, you’re joking. Right? Tom, no!” You pleaded and he turned around to face you. A smirk plastered on his face as he saw the fear in your eyes. “Bye, Y/N” Tom leaned on to leave a kiss on your cheek as you froze in place, crossing your hands over each other. You raised the finger at him, only making him laugh.
How could you possibly tell Harrison how you felt? What would you even say? How could you deal with him not feeling the same way? What if it ruined your friendship? What if he laughed at you? But a little part of your brain thought the opposite, what if he felt the same way?
Three days go by and you were yet to say anything to Harrison. Tom and the boys were keeping a close eye on you, giving you a warning look when you two were alone and you left to avoid saying anything. They had been trying their best to make sure that you two were always left alone for as long as possible, in an attempt to give you as many opportunities as they could. But, alas, nothing worked.
“Tom, do you wanna help me get something from the kitchen?” Harry rushed as he quickly got up from the couch. Tom immediately followed, “Yeah! I need-Um, some ice, yeah ice”. Harrison looked at them skeptically and you gave them a death glare. Now it was just you and Harrison on the couch.
Harrison laughed lightly, “What’s up with those two divs?”. You forced a laugh, covering up the anxiousness you were feeling at that moment. “No idea” You raised your eyebrows, but Harrison could tell that you were acting weird. Your hands rub your arms, trying to rid yourself of the nervous goosebumps beginning to appear on your body from the tension between you two.
“Y/N, is everything-” He starts but you shoot up off of the couch. “I need some ice!” You stutter out, rushing to the kitchen only to be met with a glaring Tom and Harry. You walk past them like nothing was wrong but Harry gives you a smack on the head. “Ow! What the fuck, Harry!” You yelp in pain, clutching your head to try to relive it. “Tell him” They both whisper-yell at you before leaving, making you huff.
Every time you almost said something, you could genuinely feel your throat dry up and words would not come out of your mouth. But as those three days went by, you found yourself trying harder and harder to just spit it out.
Harrison didn’t know why you were being so distant lately. You two were always together, always sitting beside each other, always taking naps together, always going everywhere together, but that was not the case anymore.
You rested your head against the couch, sprawling your legs out in front of you. Harrison and you continue watching the movie intently, the popcorn he had made already finished while the movie had another hour to go.
Harrison shifts to find a comfortable position and is unsuccessful, so he turns to lay his head on your lap and put his legs up on the couch. This was how you always watched movies but as soon as Harrison did so, you shot up from your position feeling panicked.
Harrison’s head hits the couch making him groan, reaching a hand up to rub his head. He looks up to say something to you, but you were already long gone and out of sight. Hurt fills Harrison’s chest as he was now sure that something was up with you.
You unlock your door, walking into your shared apartment. Immediately, you take notice that your roommates were nowhere to be seen as you close the door. However, you were proven wrong when you walk into the kitchen to see Harrison, making you jump up. “Shit, Haz! You scared me!” You exclaim, putting a hand over your heart as you laugh. His heart hurt once he heard his nickname leave your mouth, it’s been days since you said his name. It was his favorite sound coming from you.
The laugh on your face quickly falters as Harrison doesn’t respond, not even making the effort to turn around to look at you. You furrow your eyebrows, “Hello?”. No response. You walk around the kitchen counter to stand next to him, but he continues cutting up the vegetables he was cooking. “Harrison?” You call out but he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge your presence.
“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Your voice quiet as you watch him, not even phased by you talking to him. “Talk to me Haz, please?” You call out again and Harrison drops the knife on the cutting board, huffing in frustration. He turns to face you with an angry look on his face, making you even more confused.
Harrison raises his eyebrows, “So now you want to talk to me? No, I’m sorry, now you feel like talking to me?”. You look at him with confusion, “What? I always want to talk to you. What are you talking about?”. He shakes his head, crossing his arms in disbelief as he looks at you.
“Harrison?” You question him again when you don’t get an answer. “Don’t fucking Harrison me!” He yells in frustration but lowering his voice after he realized, “Just don’t”. Unintentionally, you flinch at his loud voice. You rest your elbow on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what he was talking about and what got him so mad.
A huff of defeat escapes your lips, “What the hell are you talking about?”. Harrison clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek. “You haven’t talked to me all week, you run away when I enter a room you’re in. As soon as we’re alone, you leave. You can’t even look me in my fucking eye, Y/N! And now you want to talk to me?”.
You immediately shut up, looking anywhere but at Harrison as you feel ashamed of yourself. Harrison moves closer towards you, looking into your eyes as you try to keep your composure, avoiding his eyes. He looks at you for any sign of a response, but shakes his head when he doesn’t get one. “I’m not fucking doing this right now” He mumbles under his breath, walking out of the kitchen.
“Tom told me I have to tell you about my feelings for you before the end of the week, or he will” You sigh, not sure if you even thought that whole sentence through before saying it. Harrison freezes in his place as he tries to register what you just said, there was no way. No, this didn’t make any sense.
He turns around to face you and your eyes meet, your eyes full of fear that this would be the end of your friendship. “I couldn’t talk to you all week. I- Um, I was too nervous to be around you and couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here we are I guess” You ramble quietly as Harrison stares at you with a dumbfounded look.
“About your feelings for me..” Harrison tries to comprehend and you nod, waiting for any sort of response from him. His silence was killing you. “I didn’t want to do it, after what happened with Alex-” “Alex is a dick” Harrison retorts, his voice sour at the sound of his name. He absolutely hated him, even before he broke your heart. He hated him even more when you were crying into his chest every night about what Alex did.
He didn’t tell you this but as soon as Tom told him what happened, Harrison went to Alex’s apartment. All of Alex’s neighbors could hear Harrison yelling at him as Alex stood there, like a coward, trying not to cry. Harrison knew you would’ve gotten angry if he told you so he kept it to himself, and swore that any guy after that he would keep an eye out on.
You clear your throat, “Yeah- Um, that’s true. I just- I was scared that you would...”. Harrison continue the sentence for you, “I would do the same thing”. You don’t reply, knowing Harrison was hurt from that comment. “Y/N, I am nothing like Alex, okay? You know that, you know me” He speaks quietly, taking a few steps towards you and you nod.
Your hands grip the counter behind your back as you look at the boy in front of you, trying to digest the information you were saying. “Did Tom tell you why you should tell me?” Harrison asks with a bit of realization in his voice, confusing you. “No, Um- He just said I should tell you how I feel”. Harrison nods, a small smile making its way onto his face.
Staring at him blankly, you try to make sense of why he was smiling. You had just ruined your friendship, was he happy? Relieved? Harrison walks closer until his hands grip the counter behind you, only a few centimeters separating the two of you.
“Did Tom tell you that I feel the same way? That I’ve had feelings for you for almost three years now? That seeing you with any other guy broke my heart? That I wanted to kill Alex for what he did to you?” Harrison asks, his voice quiet. Your eyes widen, thinking that this had to be a joke.
Harrison’s hand slides to yours on the counter, holding it gently. “That I had no idea how he could lose such an amazing girl like you? That I thought he was crazy to not appreciate how lucky he was to have you?”. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. His hand slides up your arm, going to cup and caress your face slowly. You felt yourself shiver at his touch, almost like it was electricity.
“W-Why didn’t you-” “Tell you?” ,He continues and you nod, “Just thought that there was no way you felt the same about me”. You straighten your back, your chests now brushing against each other. “I would be crazy not to love you, Haz” You admit, and Harrison’s hand grips your tighter once you said those two words. “Y/N, be very careful with your words okay? I cant-” He shuts his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours as he tried to control himself.
Your fingers slip in between his, resting on the counter as Harrison opened his eyes. “I know” You state quietly, showing that you were being one hundred percent truthful. Harrison quickly leans forwards to push his lips against yours, making your breath get caught in your throat.
His lips move against yours in perfect sync as he moves closer to you, pressing you harder into the counter and his body. The hand on your cheek moves to your waist and grips it tightly, kissing you needily. A hand of yours goes to his chest to steady yourself.
You slow your lips against his before pulling away to catch your breath. Harrison licks his lips as he looks at you, admiring how beautiful you are. “I love you” He speaks up, and you look up at him. A shy smile finds its way to your face as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I love you too” You whisper against his lips and feel him smile. You lean in to kiss him before both of you smile into the kiss, breaking it.
Harrison brings you in to hug you tightly, holding you so softly, like you were made of glass. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as you take in his warmth. “Holy shit! Tom what did I tell you! Both of you divs owe me a hundred each!” Paddy yells, startling both of you. You move your head to see Tom, Harry and Paddy looking at the two of you, only making you hide your flushed face once again.
“Finally told him, did you? Wonder who gave you that idea” Tom teases and you whine, making Harrison laugh. He holds you close to him before slightly turning around to face the guys, mouthing an excited ‘yes’ and pumping his fist to the air. You feel Harrison shoo them out of the kitchen, just wanting to be with you.
Harrison’s arms hook under your thighs and lift you up, making a squeal leave your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks towards his bedroom. “No fucking while we’re in the house!” Harry yells making you yell at him, “Harry!”. Harrison only laughs at the two of you and shakes his head, “Only been twenty minutes and you already made a dirty joke, Harry”.
“Ignore him, love” Harrison mumbles against your cheek as you giggle. The nickname makes butterflies appear in your stomach. You were grateful that your friends had pushed you to tell Harrison how you felt. Because what else would you need other than this?
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Love | Dallas Winston
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pairing: Dallas Winston x female!reader
summary: Your relationship with Dally was always weird, you weren’t dating and you definitely weren't just friends. But after he almost loses you, he realizes just how much he needs you.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), language, angst, fluff, etc.
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a/n: Please forgive me for how gross and choppy this is! This is the first thing I’ve written in months!! Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!
Your relationship with Dally had always been a little weird. Not by much, but definitely compared to the other guys.
You were the only chick in the group, and everyone in it had a phase at some point where they were completely enamored with you, all expect for Darry, mostly because he saw you as a little sister. But it was always special with Dally.
You had met Dally, and the rest of the guys, when you were 15, right after he had gotten back to Oklahoma from New York. You two were always close, and you were the only person he had ever opened up to, so it's no wonder that you two had lost your virginities to each other, and still have casual sex to this day. The both of you had an unspoken agreement to not tell anyone, but Soda had walked in on the two of you one time, so now it was only you three that knew the secret.
Anyways, regardless of the hours upon hours of sex that was shared between you at least once a day, your relationship was closer than anyone else in the group, even stronger than yours and Soda's, despite the fact that the two of you had been best friends since second grade.
You never really cared about the fact that Dally was sleeping with other people. I mean, it's not like you weren't doing the same thing. You'd had sex with Dally, then Soda one night after you had both gotten absolutely hammered beyond belief, and even Peter Torlini from school a few times. But it always was better with Dally. Not just because he was amazing in bed, but because you were positive that you were head over heels in love with him. And, goddamn, if he didn't feel the same way, he was amazing at faking it. Like, you don't always have that sort of connection with someone when you have sex. Your bodies became one, and you knew exactly what the other needed at that exact moment. Who knows... maybe he was just good in bed and knew what you needed because you had been having sex for so long, or maybe... just maybe; he felt the same way for you that you did for him.
***
"Fuck, Dally! Oh, my god!" You moaned out, his cock so deep inside of you that it had your head spinning.
"Goddamn," He breathed out, his face close to yours, same with the rest of his body, as he pumped into you at a fast, steady pace, a slight sheen of sweat covering both of your trembling, naked bodies. "You're so fucking good and tight for me. 'M not gonna last much longer, Y/N." He groaned out, his breathing heavy, along with yours, as he thrusted even deeper. He wrapped his arms underneath your head, tugging on your hair as you scratched down his back.
"God, please cum for me, Dallas." You moaned, his pace quickening even more so, leaving you screaming as your eyes squeezed shut tightly, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clenching so tightly around his cock that he couldn't help but cum, quickly pulling out and helplessly spilling his seed all over your stomach as he let out load, drawn out moans, before his muscles gave out and he collapsed back on top of you.
Your hands ran into his hair as he gave you another hot, passionate kiss before rolling over next to you on your bed, reaching over onto the night stand to grab two smokes and a lighter, passing one to you before lighting both of them up, as you both smoked, and exhaled, simultaneously, your brains started to feel foggy with euphoria as the nicotine began to enter your bloodstreams at the same time.
***
A few weeks later, you and the rest of the guys were sitting around, just talking about nothing in particular, only until Two-Bit brought up a fun topic.
"I got it!" He said, a large smirk on his face. "Best lay... Aaand... Steve, go!" Pointing at the brunette with both hands shaped as guns.
"Uhm... Probably Gracie. Big tits." He laughed out, a smoke in between his teeth.
Everyone erupted with laughter, Ponyboy and Johnny rolling their eyes and turning their attention to the cartoons on the small television.
"Y/N! Your turn!" Two-Bit said, laughing as he took a sip of his third beer.
"Not telling." You laughed as you sat on the countertop. You rolled your eyes heavily and let out an annoyed sigh as everyone booed at you. "Ugh, fine," You said, closing your eyes. "Uhm, I'm not saying the name, but he was tall with brown eyes, massive dick, and goddamn, he knew how to use it well, dark hair, and also the best kisser I've ever met before."
Dally automatically knew that you were talking about it, a smirk spreading across his face as you enthused about just how good the "mystery man" was in bed.
***
You and Dally sat in your old, run down car, eating Dairy Queen and talking about nothing in particular.
"You wanna know something funny?" He asked before licking the melting ice cream off of his waffle cone.
"Always." You smirked, turning the music playing on the radio down a bit so you could hear him more clearly.
"You're the best I've ever had, too." He said, smirking as your cheeks lit up a bright pink shade at his words.
"And why's that, Mister Winston?" You laughed, your eyes meeting his again as he leaned in closer to you, using his free hand to circle around your clit over your underwear, your skirt covering Dally's hand from the wrist down, your eyes slowly rolling back as you moaned quietly into his mouth.
"That's just one of the reasons. You're so goddamn sensitive and I fucking love it." He laughed when you whined after his touched left you, a small huff of anger leaving your lips at the loss of contact.
After a few seconds, you grabbed his ice cream and shoved it in an empty cup, his eyes meeting your with confusion before you moved over the center console to straddle him, your lips immediately going to his as you grinder your hips together, small groans leaving both of your mouths. You tugged at his leather belt, unbuttoning his jeans after, sliding his boxers down, your mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock.
He reached around your waist and lifted your tight shirt off of you quickly, his soft lips moving to kiss all over your breasts and he left the occasional hickey, his cool, slender fingers i clipping your bra, before he started kissing up and down your neck until you were begging for more.
"Dally, please." You whimpered, your body trembling from want.
He moved your underwear over to the side, right before his cock slammed into you as he pulled your hips flush against his, both of you letting out moans because of how fucking amazing it felt.
"Fuck, Dally! Shit, you feel so fucking good!" You screamed out, glad that it was night and that no one was around the two of you.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight-" He said before a groan cut him off, his hands gripping your waist even tighter, bruises sure to be left there (not that you were complaining in the slightest).
One of his hands moved down to your clit, rubbing it in harsh, fast circles as his eyes rolled back, your head dipping down to suck dark purple bruises onto the soft, pale skin of his neck, his hips thrusting up to meet yours in sync, his cock hitting inside of you deeper and deeper with each thrust, the other of you chasing yourself highs as best as you could.
Your eyes clenched shut tightly as you bit down on muscles of his shoulder, your orgasm crashing over you so strongly that you could barley breathe. Dally's arms wrapped around you, scratching up and down your back and you tugged harshly at his hair, knowing that he was coming close.
"Cum for me." You whispered into his ear, biting down slightly on his earlobe, and then that was it. He came with a cry of your name and a load groan, his cum coating your walls as you clenched around him tighter, his teeth sinking into your breasts as he continued to thrust up into you until his muscles gave out. Your collective breathing was heavy as you both came down from your highs, his hair sweaty as you ran your fingers through it, the smell of sex and cigarettes lingering in the small, cramped car.
"Goddamn," He said, laughing as you sat back, moving your hair out of your eyes. "That was fucking amazing."
"Isn't it always?" You smiled cockily, grinding your hips once more, causing another load moan to come from Dally's throat, partially because it felt amazing and partially because he was so fucking sensitive.
"What'd I turn you into?" He smirked, biting down on the skin of your neck softly, his perfect teeth skimming your jaw as he made eye contact with you again.
"A sex addict." You said simply, a smile breaking across your face as Dally started laughing at your blatant tone, his head tipping up to kiss you softly and slowly.
The two of you had made an agreement not to do anything with anyone else after a while, figuring that it would save the both of you from getting jealous because, even though you weren't official, the both of you were super mad every time you walked in on the other with a different person.
***
"Oh my god, fuck off!" You yelled, laughing as Soda had beaten you in poker for the fifth time that night, the rest of the guys whooping and cheering as you flipped them all of, taking your shirt off, a black bra the only thing covering your chest. Strip poker was a weird game to play with a big group of your closest friends, but it had been a favorite of everyone's for years. Dally stood in the corner, a cigarette in between his teeth as he stared you down, his eyes dark with oust and squinted with anger.
"Alright," You said, standing up and putting your shirt back on, boos coming from the guys. "I think that's enough for me tonight."
You made your way to the bathroom of the Curtis' house, putting your hair up in a ponytail before you washed the dark eyeliner surrounding your eyes off, using a rag to dry your face before changing into an extra t-shirt and pajama shorts that you always kept there, since everyone usually spent the night there.
You walked out into the dark hallway, making your way to the living room before Dally pushed you up against one of the walls, his lips meeting yours harshly as one of his hands made its way into your loose shorts, his long, slender figures toying with your clit as you tried your best to control the volume of your moans.
"Never, fucking never, pull that shit again. You got that? You know how fucking hot you are, and you know how those dudes think about you." He said, his voice low and commanding, but a tone of sweetness underlying in it.
You knew that he wasn't mad, he was just worried, even though there's no way in hell that he would ever admit that to anyone. He was your best friend, and you were his.
***
"Oh, come on, Dally. It's not even that bad. It's just a movie." You whined, gripping onto his denim jacket.
"It's a stupid movie." He laughed as your head sunk even lower, your lower lip stick out as you widened your eyes, your face jokingly pleading.
"Dallyyy, pleaseee?" You dragged out, kissing his neck softly.
"Fine. But if I hate it, it's on you." He laughed as you squealed, leaning over and kissing his cheek. And after a second you both looked at each other and then moved away, realizing that you were acting more like a couple than like fuck buddies.
"I'm- uh- I'm gonna go home. Gotta get ready, ya know?" You said, standing up from the couch at Dally and Buck's place, grabbing your purse and jacket, and waving goodbye to the brunette that had your heart.
***
As you made you way back over to Dally's, you checked how you looked in the reflection of a storefront window. Your tight white t-shirt clung to your body perfectly, your black ripped jeans hugged your frame, and you had on your favorite jacket. A thick, worn, black leather one that all of the guys had gotten you for your birthday after they had pooled their money together, a switchblade, a pack of smokes, and a lighter in one of the pockets. Your black eyeshadow and eyeliner was done perfectly, and was an amazing contrast to your bright red lipstick.
"Dally!" You smiled, wrapping him in a small, short hug when we opened his door, throwing a shirt on and leading you down the street towards the drive in.
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"I'm gonna go get some popcorn." You said to Dally, smiling as you stood up from one of the cheap, grey folding chairs.
"Be careful." He said, handing you some money before turning his attention to the movie that he claimed was stupid.
"Medium popcorn and a large Coke with two straws, please." You said to the worker at the concessions stand, handing him the money in exchange for your food and drink.
You walked out of the concessions stand, making your way back until some shuffling on the side of the building caught your attention. You turned your head, and the second you did, you instantly regretted it. You saw Dally making out with Polly Winchester, her hands running through his hair as he pinned her against a wall. His eyes met with your for a second and he instantly pulled away, his lips smeared with her red lipstick and his breathing hard.
"Oh shit." He said quietly, walking over to you, trying to take your hands in his, put you instantly pulled away.
"You fucking asshole." You said calmly, turning away towards the exit before he grabbed your arm, and then you snapped. "Don't fucking touch me!" You screamed, the people sitting near you turning to look at the two of you.
"Y/N, I'm sorry." He said, trying his best to reach out for you agin until you took the top off of your drink and threw it in his face.
"Fuck. You." You said clearly, finally being able to turn and walk away, tears filling your eyes as you walked back to your house.
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A few days later, practically in the middle of the night, you were sitting on your bed, a cigarette in one of your hands as you used the other to flip through your favorite book, music softly playing on your record player in the background as you tried your best to ignore the ache in your heart at the fact that Dally was practically fucking a chick against a wall right in front of you.
A knock on your front door shook you out of your daze, ashing your cigarette before making your way down the hall to your front door. The second you opened it, your heart sank, your stomach dropping as you saw Dallas standing there, a pleading look on his face.
"C-can I come in?" He asked quietly, his hands stuffed into his pocket.
You didn't say anything, you just opened your door more and stepped to the side, allowing him to walk into your small house.
"What do you want? Another pack of smokes? I have some on the counter and a Coke in the fridge and then you can go back to the drive in so that you don't have to pay." You said blankly, sitting down on your couch as flipping through a book that was on your coffee table.
"No, I don't need any of that. I just wanna talk." He said, standing next to the couch awkwardly.
"About what? About how you basically fucked Polly during a movie that we were supposed to be watching together? About how you ditched me to go stick your dick in some whore on the side of a goddamn building?!" You said, not being able to control your volume as you stood up looking at him, absolutely fuming.
"Yeah, pretty much." He answered, not knowing what else to say.
"You promised me, Dally. You fucking promised." You said, your eyes boring into his.
"I know, but listen-" He tried to say before you cut him off.
"No, Dally. You listen to me. You are such a lying fucking asshole! I can't believe I ever thought that we could be something other than friends with benefits." You said, your eyes becoming puffy. "Fuck you, Dallas Winston. I never want to see you again." You said calmly through your teeth, silently seething. You turned towards the hallway to go into your room, before Dally grabbed your arm, your eyes meeting his again, both of your eyes red as silent tear streamed down your faces simultaneously.
"Please, Y/N." He said, his voice not much louder than a whisper. "Please don't leave me."
"You've never listened to me when I've asked you not to leave... Why should I listen to you?" You asked quietly.
"Because I love you, Y/N. More than I've ever loved anything in my entire life. More than smokes and parties and beer. More than sleep and sex and rumbles. So please, Y/N... Please don't leave. And I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"I love you too, Dally. So much more than you'll ever be able to know."
At this point, his hands were tangled in yours, your faces close together as you both finally admitted your true feeling for one another after all of this time.
"You do?" He asked, shock evident in his voice. "You love me?"
"Of course I love you, Dally. I've loved you ever since we were kids." You whispered, your lips only inches apart.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, his hands going slowly and tenderly up to your neck.
"Please."
And with that, you lips met in the most perfect kiss you could ever think of, like your lips were pieces of a puzzle and were made to fit perfectly together. After a few minutes it grew more passionate, more lust filled.
His hands went down to the back of your thighs, gripping them tightly as you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. The two of you continued kissing as he walked the both of you to your room. He placed you softly on your bed, kissing down your body as he lifted an oversized white t-shirt, that just so happened to be his, over your head. He kissed all over your chest and your neck, only stopping for a few seconds to shed off his leather jacket and black shirt, before immediately going back to your lips to kiss you as you moaned into each others mouths while your hips grinned against each other's.
"Dally, please." You moaned, your hands smoothing over his back.
"Please what?" He asked, looking at your with swollen red lips, a beautiful contrast to his pale skin.
"Make love to me." You whispered, your lips close to each others until he closed the distance between your mouths.
He kissed down your neck, chest, and stomach again as he pulled your shorts off of you, moving to kiss your inner thighs as you whined from the feeling that you missed.
He stood up again to unbuckle his belt, taking his pants off not shortly after. You pulled him back on top of you, reveling in the feeling of his bare skin against yours. He took his length in is hands, lining it up with your entrance before stopping for a few seconds to stare deeply into his big brown eyes.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." You replied before you met your lips with his again.
The second he thrusted slowly inside of you, you both let out moans at the amazing feeling. he started with a slow, tender pace as you breathed heavily into each others mouths, your eyes still staring into the others.
"Oh my god." You moaned out, eyes finally shutting tightly as he continued to pump into you, his pace quickening as his groans started to grow louder and loader, along with your moans.
"Fuck, I love you so-" He said, getting cut off as he groaned loudly. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Dally- Fuck!" You screamed, the feeling of him being inside of you so goddamn intense that you could barely speak coherently.
And then it made sense. Every feeling that you had ever had for him made so much sense. Every time that he would look at you and smile at the completely ordinary thing you were doing, every time that he told you to call him when you got home, every time that his figures brushed against yours while watching a movie made sense. He had loved you even longer that you had loved him. From the second your eyes met his when you met, he was absolutely head over heels in love with you. He had never realized how much he needed to tell you until he almost lost you, until he realized how much he needs you.
"Dally, I'm not gonna last much longer." You moaned, lips moving to kiss the sides of his clan shaven face and his smooth forehead.
"N-neither am I. Fuck, please cum for me, Y/N. Please. God, I love you." He moaned before his head dipped down to meet your lips with his.
And with a few more thrusts, you were completely spiraling underneath him, your whole body trembling as you came at this same time, his final few thrusts harder and deeper than before until he finally collapsed on top of you, his lips going to kiss your red cheeks as you both breathed heavily.
"I love you so much. Please be mine, Y/N. Please." He said, his lips skimming yours.
"I love you more, Dally. And I'll be yours, forever and ever and ever." And with that, you both fell asleep, all sweaty and gross. But you were sweaty and gross and happier than you had ever been before.
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Disrespected Devil
Wordcount: -4K
Lucifer x F!Reader
Summary: When you disrespect the demon king, Lucifer is forced to say goodbye to you.
Genre: Angst, smutt, slight fluff, but tbh just angst
A/N: So another first. Not only my first time writing for the Obey me fandom (I have a major Obey me brain rot), but also my first time writing angst and I felt depressed after finishing this (which I did a second ago). I love Diavolo, but I needed a reason for the goodbye to happen so even if his dad is the villain, he is the one to execute it... Hope you enjoy this story.
Warning: NSFW, mentioning of being paralyzed I guess.
‘’What’s with Luci today?’’ ‘’He looks more pissed of than usual…’’ ‘’He probably listened to classical music too long and forgot his homework.’’ ‘’Lucifer forgetting his homework will never happen, but if it did he would look like this.’’ Hearing all those whispers during dinner time is nothing new for you. Tonight is different though. You know why he’s mad and you know who’s the blame. But it’s not as if you don’t have a reason to be just as upset. As dinner slowly ends you know there is only a small gap to avoid a situation. ‘’Beel, how about we go bake something for later this evening?’’ You say, as you cling onto the huge redhead. You know that food is a trigger and you know that this is the way to hide from HIM. ‘’Alright, sounds delicious!’’ He doesn’t seem to notice the way you hold onto him for dear life and the same goes for the others. Clearly, they’ve gotten so used to you that it’s not even necessary to be by your side 24/7. It’s not as if they know tonight will be the last time they see you. It’s a small moment of weakness and you feel your heart clench by the thought of leaving those boys. It’s enough to make you lose your grip on Beel's arm. Enough to bend over, because it physically hurts to leave them behind and enough for Lucifer to finally notice you and come to your aid. ‘’Beel, I think she ate something wrong. No cake tonight, I will see her to her room.’’
And with that, he scoops you up and takes you upstairs. Of course, your room is not an option. It’s way too close to the other rooms. No place to yell. No, Lucifer’s room is soundproof. Made for his nights spent with loud classical music and also made for the occasional screaming match with one of his brothers. As he enters the room, he carefully puts you down on his bed. ‘’Are you feeling alright, Y/n?’’ He says as he lays his palm against your forehead. The feeling of sadness is gone, already replaced by nerves. You know what’s coming. You know you won’t hold back. Will this be your last fight with Lucifer? The question never makes it to the surface, because the moment you nod your head in ensurement, Lucifer opens his mouth. ‘’Good, because you have no idea how foolish you acted today.’’ As mentioned before this room reminds you of the occasional screaming matches he must’ve had with his brothers, but never with you. Pissing Lucifer off is easy. You’ve done that plenty of times. Even made him show his true form, but making him scream, that is something you never achieved. Still, it is worth the try. Tonight is your last chance. As you get up you take a look at his face. What faces you is the cold expression he usually shows when he’s done with someone’s bullshit. The expression you have already mirrored back to him. ‘’So you are going to ignore me?’’ I’m not going to answer him. ‘’Are you serious?’’ I am not going to say a word. ‘’Should I spell out what you did?’’ Don’t say a thing. ‘’You just signed your death certificate.’’ His voice cracks and even though it’s far from the scream you aimed for. It’s still the first sign of emotion from the man you care about so much. ‘’Diavolo didn’t seem upset by what I said?!’’ You can’t help but talk louder. especially after being silent for the past few minutes. ‘’ As if he is going to kill me? ME?! And ruin the bonds that are being formed with the humans?’’
You can feel the tears in your eyes, this fight might’ve been about you being disrespectful in some way, but for you it was different. All this time getting closer with all the brothers. All this time loving them. All this time being there for them. It made you realize that the only one who made it difficult was him. With every step getting closer to each other; there were always a few steps back. An obsession with keeping up appearance, an obsession over a promise he would keep no matter what, an obsession with being a stuck-up asshole; That was Lucifer in a nutshell for you. And still, you couldn’t help being drawn to him. As a moth drawn to a flame. Even when the flame could easily kill the moth. Just as easily Lucifer could kill you. And it’s not as if he hadn’t tried that before. ‘’Y/n, You disrespected his father. I had to bargain for you to even leave the castle. The first time I trusted you enough to take you with me alone. And this is how you behave? You know what he wanted to do to Belphegor…’’ You know this story is his weakness. The reason he ended up becoming the lapdog of his so-called best friend. Still, it only makes you more upset to hear him say it. Even when you can hear the slightest hint of emotion in his voice; his eyes stay just as cold as usual. ‘’He is your best friend, isn’t he? He is my friend too, right? You always do this Lucifer! You always get mad over things and it never solves anything. You get mad at me for having fun. You get mad at me for trying to help. You get mad at me for trying to get closer to you. You don’t share things with me! Maybe Diavolo should’ve locked me up. Might as well get myself killed; it’s not as if you never tried to kill me…’’ Your voice is loud as you speak, but his silence is louder. He just stares at you and then it happens.
It’s not that you’re scared you’ve seen his true form before. It’s just as beautiful as him, but it’s also something that happens when he’s full of rage, just as that one time he tried to kill you. You can feel yourself freeze under his gaze. You can feel yourself moving away from him until you reach the headboard of his bed. Still, he moves closer. Until his lips are inches away from your ears. No screams, only whispers; what a way to say goodbye. ‘’DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!’’ You are so shocked by the volume of his voice, the bass it carries, that it takes some time to realize he has more to say. Your ear is beeping as he moves his lips away and locks his gaze onto you. ‘’DIAVOLO IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM, Y/N, HIS DAD IS. YOU INSULTED THE KING OF DEVILDOM IN FRONT OF HIS SON AND MULTIPLE WITNESSES. DIAVOLO CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT.’’ Only now do you notice the way his hands are gripping your arms; The way his expression has changed from cold to almost desperate. ‘’That guy has only been able to do what his dad wanted. Our friendship is real, but if his father told him to kill me, he would do it without hesitation. Do you really think he would think twice about killing you? IF HE WOULD KILL ME -HIS BEST FRIEND- IN AN INSTANT?” You notice the tears in his eyes. Lucifer is screaming and crying, but this isn’t a win. Before your heart breaks again, his arms are around you and his face is hidden in your neck, but that doesn’t stop the words. ‘’I had to send you away. I had to be cold. They know I care about you, but not to this extent. I had to pretend it was for the sake of the bonds. After you left I had to beg on my knees for your survival. I had to beg. The avatar of pride begged someone on his knees. It was all Lillith over again…’’
There is nothing you can say to fix this. It might’ve slipped your mind while you were there. But you were surrounded by royalty. What might’ve seemed innocent for you, was clearly a lot for them and now you had to leave everyone you loved behind. You can feel the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry Luci, I truly am.” It won’t help, but it’s the least you can say as you look up into his eyes. He is still in his true form, but even with his wings all spread out, he has never looked more vulnerable. There is a sad smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek. “I know you are, you fool.” He says with no trace of the rage he had before. “ I don't want to leave you all…I don't want to leave you!” You know that you sound like a small child that already knows he lost and that’s exactly what you feel like. “It’s too late for that now, Y/n. Diavolo gave me tonight to say my goodbyes.” You try to distract yourself by focusing on his raven colored wings. “So that means I can’t say goodbye to the rest…” The pain is back. Never being a fool with Mammon, never dressing up with Levi, doing make-up with Asmo, reading books with Satan, eating with Beel or sleeping with Belphie. You can’t help but grab your chest again. “Are you okay?” Lucifer is supporting you within seconds as he asks the question. “No I’m not, but atleast I get to say goodbye to you.” And as you look up he leans in and gives you a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” He lets out. You can’t help but smile as you pull him back towards you. “Let's make it a proper goodbye then.” You whisper as you pull him back to your lips.
It’s not like it’s your first kiss with Lucifer, but it’s the last and that’s what makes it so much more special. It’s the combination of mutual sadness and desperation, the hint of rage still brewing somewhere deep inside the both of you. He knows your body, the way it will arch when he pushes you all the way down onto the bed. The tiny gasps when he starts kissing your neck. The way you look away when he starts kissing all the way down your body. ‘’Please keep looking at me, dear. I want you to see how much I am going to miss you.’’ It’s enough to make your heart flutter, the way he starts to attack your core with his tongue right away. It’s obvious he is in a hurry, but even with all the sadness, it’s the best way there is. You can’t help your moans; You’re lucky his room is soundproof. He’s fast, maybe too fast, but with everything that’s going on, it’s the best you can get. And that’s what it is. The best, because within a few minutes you can feel yourself starting to reach that point. The knot in your stomach tightens. your hands end up in his hair and with one loud moan, you erupt around him.
‘’I know that Mammon claims he was your first… in multiple ways… and not to discredit my brother, but I intend to be your last in all of them.’’ He says as he looks at you while he licks his lips. Him saying those words, the way he just made you lose your mind. It feels good, after all the fighting, teasing, kisses and losses , you’re with the man you love. You don’t want to ruin the mood. You’re really trying, but the moment you hear yourself thinking about loving him, about leaving him, about leaving his brothers, you just break. The tears start to form in your eyes and as you try to wipe them away you feel something on your arms. Lucifer. His eyes are cold again as he moves up to face you. ‘’Don’t hide your tears. I am just as sad.’’ He takes a long look at you, lets out a sign, and lays next to you as he caresses your back. ‘’I don’t want to play the ‘’Who has it worse’’ game, truly, I don’t want to, but in all the years I’ve been in heaven and hell, you’re the first human to have ever make my blood boil. Both from nerves and anger nonetheless, but losing you. Losing the one that made my family whole, the one that makes me feel all these emotions, the one that I love, hurts.’’ You can’t help but raise your brow. when he notices your expression he lets out a laugh.
You feel his hand grab your chin and suddenly your lips are only inches apart. ‘’I know you love me, Y/n. I’ve always known. Falling for you, was what surprised me.’’ You can’t help, but roll your eyes at him. Trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your back. The way it slowly moves it’s way to your hips. ‘’You know I do love all your brothers quite a lot too…’’ You say with all the confidence you have left. ‘’I know you do, but still I am the one that has you laying here. Practically begging for more.’’ He let’s out a chuckle as he pulls you closer. ‘’Let’s end this conversation, there’s not enough time.’’ And with that he’s on top of you. You know there isn’t much time, but when he starts to unbotton his shirt it’s as if time slows down. Of course he notices your looks and can’t help to give you a sly smirk. ‘’Don’t worry your next.’’ Is all he says as he takes his shirt off and starts tugging on yours. After your shirt is taken off he takes a look at your body and all you see is adoration on his face. ‘’I want to see all of you.’’ It makes your body flutter. ‘’You’re absolutely breathtaking.’’ He whispers. All this praise makes you feel weak. You try to grab his face, but as you put your arms up they fall down. You feel weak. Not because of his words, but something else. You see Lucifers expression change, the adorations is switched to concern, then back to concentration and before you know it he scoops you in his arms and makes you straddle him.
He’s looking at you, but not really. Obviously talking to himself. ‘’He wanted to be sure…’’ And as he says it he’s back. Back to giving you a sad smile. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Is all you let out. Is all you can let out, as you feel your body weighing more and more. He notices you getting weaker, making sure your settled between him and the headboard of the bed, before he speaks again. ‘’I think it’s time… Barbatos must’ve cast a spell… something that gave us a time limit. The probably knew it would be hard saying my goodbyes to you. Now I’m forced to make haste, just to make sure you’re safe.’’ You can’t even respond. You can move, but barely and all you can do is watch as Lucifer grabs his shirt. As he moves away from you, you’re sure of it. No this is not the way we’re going to say our goodbyes. It needs to be on our terms. Of course those words never leave your lips, but with all the power you have you reach out to him and as he looks back you let out a: ‘’No...not like this.’’ And maybe it’s the few words you’ve spoken, or the way your arm is trembling from all the power it takes to hold on to him, but he crawls back to you. His face is right above yours and if it’s not your eyes making it obvious what you want, you’re mouth will do. ‘’Take me…’’ It’s not a lot of words, but with the face you’re making and the fact that you guys were just in the middle of it, it doesn’t take much guessing. You can see that he’s thinking about it, obviously worried for you, but you can see his eyes change the moment it clicks.
His wings ar still there and you wished you could touch them, feel them one last time, but you should be lucky by what you can still get.’’I used to be a rebel, so why not know.’’ He laughs quietly before he lays you flat on your back. ‘’I’m going to take care of you my love, promise me to let me know when it’s too much or when you want to stop.’’ You nod your head and you know that your eyes tell him all he needs to know. How bad you want him, how even when you were able to just talk normally, you would want this goodbye to be said only in silence. His body is hovering over yours, his hand touching your neck, giving you goosebumps. ‘’Does this feel nice?’’ he whispers as his hands move towards your breasts. You can only let out a tiny gasp and that tells him enough. ‘’I wish we had more time…’’ Is all he says as his finger enters your core. The moan that escapes you is loader then the both of you would’ve expected. As he continues to stretch you out with one hand, his other starts to prep his cock. ‘’Wish I could… do that for you.’’ You manage to say. You can’t keep your eyes from him. The way he’s hovering over you. His finger inside of you and the way you can’t do anything except for your stares, moans and gasps. ‘’All I want is to feel you right now, my love.’’
And with that he places the tip right in front of your entrance. He makes sure your faces are only inches apart and as he slowly slides into you, his arms make there way to your sides. He’s holding you as he bottoms out in you and the only thing you can do is let out a long moan. He starts moving slowly, tender, putting all his love in every trust. He’s the only one speaking from time to time. ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You feel so good’ s’’ are filling the room. All that praise, all the love in his eyes. The fact that he’s not only literally hitting all your spots, but also the spots in your mind, is what does it for you. You feel yourself unravel under him. You’re so close, that you start to tear up. Your eyes are filled with tears, mostly because of how good this feels, the fact that you’re making love on stolen time, but also because the time is probably running out soon. Lucifer never increases his speed. When he notices your tears he quickly wipes them away and as his hand caresses your swollen cheek he whispers: Don’t cry, my love, let us enjoy these last moments.’’ And just as he is about to give you a kiss on the lips you whisper a soft ‘’Love you Lucifer.’’ You notice his eyes being red as well and it’s devastating, but it feels so good. the way he keeps a steady pace has you reaching your peak and these final ‘’I love you’s’’, the final kisses is all you need to feel yourself tightening around him. He’s close too, because the moment he feels you tighten around his cock he gives you one firmer stroke and that’s all he needs to cum inside of you. He falls next to you and quickly takes you in his arms. ‘’I wish we could stay like this forever. I would sell my soul… but I guess in some way my soul has already been sold.’’ And all you can do is give him a sad smile before your eyes close.
Lucifer knew that it was time. You were starting to feel cold, too cold. After putting on some clothes and making sure you were fully clothed, he grabbed the coin Barbatos had given him. ‘’Use this before the time runs out.’’ So he had warned him for the curse. He knew he couldn’t be mad at his friends. He couldn’t be mad at you, he could only blame himself. He had shown his weakness by loving you. But you loved his brothers, loved him, despite all he stood for, without any shame. And even with the way it felt like he was going to lose you forever, it still meant the world he had the honor of getting to know you. The moment the coin was thrown a portal started to form and as he grabbed your cold body the darkness swallowed the two of you. As he opened his eyes he saw nothing, but darkness. It took a few minutes to notice that he was in a room. It must’ve been yours, because he noticed a picture of you next to a bed. He was going to take the picture, he was a rebel after all. As he tucked you in, he was at a loss for words. So all he could do was give you one last kiss on the forehead. Not being able to stop the tears falling from his eyes. ‘’Goodbye, my love…’’ and as the darkness was about to swallow him, he couldn’t help but leave one more thing behind. A raven feather, just for good measure. Returning to the Devildom was going to be almost as hard as leaving you here. He was once again going to be the villain in yet another story… the story of how he lost you.
You wake up to sunlight. Too much of it. Why aren’t your curtains closed? Wait, you have to get out of bed, it’s your turn to cook for everyone. Everyone? You live by yourself… right? It feels like you had a weird dream, but you can’t remember it. All you feel is sadness. As if you’ve lost something or someone important. The pain hits you so hard that the moment you try to stand your legs give out and you lay on the ground as tears fill your eyes. It hurts, but you don’t know why. As your hands try to find some grip to get up, you feel something soft. A feather. A raven black feather. It’s weird, but it feels comforting. Before you can help yourself, your lips are already on it and even when you should be grossed out by it, you plan to cherish the little trinket...
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hard dom sunghoon, prompt #10 and 11 w/ female reader (btw i liked the jay one😳)
A/N: sorry this is late i’m having exams rn, i hope u enjoy :) (i’m glad u liked the jay one <3)
Warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, degradation
Word count: 2k
“Go go go go!” Jake yelps at you to run away from the zombie.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you try to sprint away but you only have three hearts. “I’m gonna die.”
“No you’ll lose all your shit, try to get home.” he says while killing some cows to get you guys food.
“I have one heart.” you say, still trying to get home before you die.
“Come on you can do it, you have to you have like twenty diamonds.” he says.
And right when you’re at half a heart, you make it home and immediately chomp down on some beef.
“Let’s goooo!” Jake celebrates. “Gimme some diamonds.”
“I earned these,” you say and he rolls his eyes.
“Sharing is caring.” he argues.
You feel a hand on your lower back and you turn to see who it is.
“Are you done yet?” your boyfriend asks.
“Maybe in an hour.” you say.
He groans. “You guys have been at his hell game all day.”
“I know I know,” you turn back to the tv screen. “I’m almost done I promise.”
The sun is setting when you and Jake finish your Minecraft adventure. You head up to Sunghoon’s room to find him laying in bed and watching something on his laptop. You lay down next to him and try to snuggle up to him but he gives you no response. Sunghoon could be stoic at times but he was such a sweetheart behind doors, so this was odd of him.
“What’s up darling?” you ask him, resting your head on his chest.
He shrugs, not making eye contact with you.
“Baby~” you peck his jaw. “What’s wrong.”
“Nothing.” he says bluntly. He could be like a teenage girl sometimes.
You push the laptop off his lap and straddle him. You hold his face in your hands. “Why are you upset?”
He tries to pull away from you but you keep him in place.
“Come on, spit it out.” you say.
“I don’t know, I feel like you’ve been hanging out with Jake a lot these days.” he says quietly.
You ponder on that for a moment. Oh.
“I’m sorry Sunghoon-ah, I don’t mean to.” you apologize but you can tell that he’s still upset.
“You don’t like him or anything do you?” he asks and your face twists.
“No, of course not.” you say confidently. “I’m sorry that I’ve been with him so often, forgive me?” you kiss his cheek.
He shakes his head, pursing his lips. You can tell that he’s trying not to smile.
“Please?” you kiss his other cheek, then every bit of his face you can reach.
He giggles a bit and you smile.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. “I’m sorry for neglecting you.”
He laughs and pats your back. “I don’t forgive you all the way though.”
You pull away and give him a questioning look.
“You need to do one more thing for me.” he says with a smug smile.
“What is it?” you ask hesitantly.
He fastens an arm around your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.
“Oh,” you say quietly and he smirks.
He kisses you softly as your hands find his back. You open your mouth, inviting his tongue.
He holds your jaw and pushes it up to get access to your neck. Small moans escape your mouth as he plants messy kisses all over your throat and down to your collarbones. He pushes your hoodie up and he's delighted to see that you aren’t wearing a bra.
“So pretty.” he says before kissing your chest. You stroke his hair as he runs his tongue over your nipples.
He pulls up to kiss you again as he pushes his knee between your legs.
You gasp a bit at the sudden pressure.
He kisses you while keeping a hand on your hip to guide your rocking against him.
“Already needy?” he teases and you nod. He slaps your cheek lightly. “Use your words.”
“Yes.” you squeak. You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.
“Jake doesn’t get you like this does he?” he softly bites at your neck.
You shake your head vigorously.
“Atta girl.” he smiles. “Look at you, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. Are you really that desperate?”
“Yeah, I need you.” you look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous in a timeless way, like a vampire.
“How bad?” he asks.
“So bad, please I want it.” you plead.
He kisses your forehead before sliding your shorts off. He gently touches you over your underwear and sighs. “I can already feel how wet you are.” he smirks. “Did I get you worked up like this.”
You nod but your knees knock together out of embarrassment. No matter how many times you guys fuck, you can’t help but get a little shy.
He tsks you. “Enough of that, I want to see you.”
He lowers his head to kiss your thighs while keeping searing eye contact with you.
Your legs are already trembling by the time he gets to your underwear.
He kisses your clothed clit and you jolt.
He chuckles and holds your hips down. “Patience my love.”
Your whole body is tense and you’re so pent up that it hurts.
He bites at your thigh before pulling your underwear to the side. “Such a pretty cunt.”
He gives you a few kitten licks before delving in and rolling his tongue over your clit. Your thighs threaten to shut but he keeps you spread open.
Your body almost shuts down from the sudden burst of pleasure and you grab on tight to the duvet.
“Oh my god,” you whine, your breath heaving. You roll your hips against his tongue and you feel him smile.
He slowly pushes an elegant finger into you and you whimper.
“More please.” you ask him and he graciously abides, pushing another one into you.
Just the slightest curl of his fingers has your back arching.
“You taste so good.” He comes up to give you a kiss while still sliding his fingers in and out of you.
You hold his forearm tight as he looks you dead in the eye.
Sunghoon was usually pretty non confrontational, but that all changes during times like this.
“You’re so beautiful.” he kisses your neck as you writhe and whine under him.
You cover your mouth with a hand to mask your sounds but he pulls it away. “Stop that, you sound so pretty.”
“What if Jake hears?” you ask lowly. His bedroom is right next to Sunghoon’s.
He smirks. “What if I want him to?”
Your eyes widen and he chuckles. Your embarrassment is overcome by pleasure as his fingers pump into you.
“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper and he leans down to kiss your chest.
“You’re doing so good angel.” he says and his praise only makes you wetter.
Your legs begin to quiver, letting him know that you’re close.
“Cum for me doll,” he kisses your jaw. “Make me proud.”
You hold onto him as your orgasm strikes you like lightning. Your moans definitely tear through the walls but you don’t seem to care anymore. He plants kisses all over you as your body continues to shake and twitch.
“That’s my girl.” he whispers while caressing your face. He holds his fingers up to your lips and you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself.
You kiss him slowly, still trying coming down from your high when he unzips his jeans.
He tugs his hoodie over his head and chucks it on the floor before teasing you clit with his tip.
You jolt from the sudden stimulation but he holds your hips down. He continues to tease you while sucking hickies onto your neck and chest.
“Fuck me already.” you say demand.
He just smirks. “Maybe if you beg.”
You didn’t even care anymore. He took over your pride and ego.
“Please? Please I need you inside of me.” you hold his face, trying your best to convince him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Sunghoon, I need it so bad.” you give him puppy eyes and he smiles.
“Good slut.” he says before slowly pushing into you.
You moan as he fills you up just right.
“My precious girl, taking this cock so well.” he coos as you whimper and cling onto him from the overstimulation.
He groans into your neck. “So fucking wet.”
He starts to rhythmically thrust into you, hitting your g spot every time.
You hold onto his waist and watch his cock disappear inside of you. You’re practically gushing at his point.
“You feel so good,” you moan and he smirks.
He holds onto the headboard as he continues to grind his cock into you. “Touch yourself.”
Your eyes widen. “W-what?”
“You heard me, I want to watch you.” he says and you can’t help but look away. He grabs your jaw. “Eyes on me doll.”
You nod and trail your fingers to your clit, feeling nervous under his hot gaze. Your juices keep your fingers slick and your eyes nearly roll back when you circle yourself.
You hear him chuckle lowly. “You look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this. Such a needy sex toy.”
You feel your cheeks heat up from his naughty words.
“Isn’t that all you are?” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Just a pretty thing here to please me.”
“Yeah,” you exhale. “I just wanna be good for you.”
He smiles smugly and kisses your chest, pinching your nipples while he’s at it.
Your legs begin to quiver as he continues to pound into you. You dig your nails into his back, leaving pink streaks that he’ll probably show off to the boys later.
“Fuck please keep going.” you say desperately, your stomach clenching from the overwhelming pleasure.
Your fingers on your clit get shaky so Sunghoon replaces them with his.
“Cum for me darling,” he kisses your jaw.
You try to focus on him; his alluring eyes, perfectly sloped nose, and pretty pink mouth; his sharp shoulders, lean torso, and slim hips; everything about him.
You hold onto him tight as a hot golden fire shoots through you from your hips all the way up to your chest.
“Good girl~” he purs into your neck before releasing into you with a sultry moan.
He stays inside of you for a moment, petting your hair and kissing your forehead as your breathing goes back to normal.
He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you. “So pretty.” he says to himself.
He kisses you from your lower stomach up to your lips. “You did so good.”
“Are you still mad?” you ask timidly and he chuckles.
“No, and I never really was, I just like teasing you.” he admits and you roll your eyes.
“I hate you sometimes.” you say.
“Why? You got a good time out of it right?” he smiles, flashing one of his sharp canines.
“I suppose.” you joke and he shoves your shoulder.
“Hold tight, I’m gonna go start a bath.” he gets up and looks back at you. “Maybe we can have a little more fun there too.”
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Always You | JJK (Eight-Part 2)
Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?
Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader
Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama
Word Count: 20.5k
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, oc struggles with her future, mentions of vibrator, mentions of cum eating, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation, swallowing
Notes: woooaahh we got only one chapter left guys! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:) I LOVE talking with ya’ll!
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Previous
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November
It shouldn’t be this hard. Figuring out your entire future as a human being should not be this fucking hard, but it is. It’s not that you mind making cookies, or that you look down on yourself for it but it’s not what you want to do forever. Actually, you aren’t sure you want to do anything forever. You wish you could just travel, and that’s how you live life.
“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks from besides you. You two are at your favorite coffee stop, Jungkook is working on his laptop for work and you are journaling in your cute pink notebook.
“What do you mean?”
“I can tell something is bothering you…” Jungkook closes his laptop and gives you his full attention.
“It’s nothing.” You say nonchalantly.
“I’m all ears baby.”
“Okay…” you set your pen down and look into Jungkook’s eyes.
“I’m struggling with what I want to do.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know, my whole fucking future. I don’t know what it is I want!” your head falls into your hands, “I hate marketing.”
“Wait, what? You hate…what you got a degree in?”
“I kind of told you before…I only got a degree in it because I knew I would be able to find a job in the field. But that’s not exactly going as planned.”
Jungkook bites down on his lips as he watches you, you look lost and confused and frustrated. It makes his heart hurt.
“How long have you been feeling this way?”
“Forever but it only got worse after graduation.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“No offense Jungkook but you kind of stopped talking to me for three of those months.” You snap at him and he winces, “Sorry…” you shake your head, “I’m just irritated right now.”
“How can I help?”
“You can’t.” you groan, “No one can help me. I’m fucked.”
“y/n that’s not true.”
“What do you want in life? What makes you happy?”
“I don’t know, Jungkook. That’s a part of my problem, I don’t fucking know.”
“We’ll figure it out.” He reaches his hands over the table to hold on to yours.
“Easy for you say,” you snap again, “You are living your dream. The film company you interned for during college hired you on as a permanent employee.” You complain.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel for you y/n.”
“Right, we can feel bad for me but you don’t get what I’m going through.”
Jungkook winces again at the sharp stab of your words, “I’m trying to understand though.”
“Forget it.”
“No. y/n, I want to help.”
“Maybe I need to go home.”
“Huh?” Jungkook’s hold tightens on your hand. “Go home?”
“Just for a visit. I miss my parents, I think. They may be able to help.”
“For how long?”
“Just for a few days, nothing crazy. Don’t worry, you won’t miss me too much.”
“I always miss you.”
You laugh at Jungkook’s pouting face. He looks so cute.
“Why don’t…why don’t you come with me?” You try asking. “You have weekends off, right? We can go next weekend?”
“Wait,” Jungkook looks at you with his bunny grin. “You want me to come? And meet your parents?”
“Isn’t it a little weird, you’re my best friend but they’ve only ever heard about you. So yes, you can come and meet my parents.”
“Are you sure?” his grin widens. “You really want me to go? For a whole weekend?”
“I mean, as long as Vanessa is okay with it…”
“I’ll talk to her about it,” Jungkook smile fades just the slightest. “But I am sure it will be fine.”
“My mom thinks you’re very handsome.”
“Your mom is on to something.” He jokes.
“My parents are a little protective over me…just a warning. And they might tease us…only because you’re a boy!”
“Tease us how?”
“Oh come on, you know how it is…I bring a boy home…blah blah blah.”
Realization hits Jungkook as he sips on his coffee and he starts laughing.
“Like, they’ll want me to be your boyfriend?”
“Something like that.”
You and Jungkook share a look that you don’t really know what it could mean but you tear your eyes away from him and pick up your pen again.
“We can decide on the details later, talk to Vanessa first.”
“Got it.”
~~~~~
“Teaching nine year old’s is easier than teaching you.” Jimin says out of breath, his hands on his hips. “How do you not get this? Move your left foot here then your hands go…” he tries reteaching you the steps, “No, not there.” He groans out.
“Jimin, it’s hard! Use someone else at your test subject!”
“Jungkook is busy with what’s her face, Trina and Holly are doing god knows what, so tonight you are all I’ve got.”
“Thanks, I’m flattered. Also, you literally have a million friends.” You point out.
“But you’re my favorite.” He winks at you, he runs a hand through his hair and he sighs out again. “Let’s take a break.”
“Sounds good to me.” You chirp happily. “So, did Jungkook tell you he might be coming with me to my parents this weekend?”
“He what now?” Jimin gives you a concerned look, “Babe…”
“What?”
“Actually,” Jimin allows a smirk to play on his lips, “I like this idea, maybe it will get you guys one step closer to getting together.” He shrugs.
“That’s—that’s not the point. I’m going because I miss home and honestly it would be nice to have Jungkook there but also he’s never met them!”
“Yeah, that’s weird.”
“But I told him to get the ‘ok’ from Vanessa.”
“You’re so respectful. I could never.”
You two plop down onto Jimin’s sofa, a water bottle in hand as you gulp it down. The fresh liquid making you feel revived again. It’s been a couple days since you saw Jungkook, you asked to hang out tonight but he already had plans with Vanessa. You try so hard not to be hurt by that because why would you? What were you expecting? For him to cancel his plans with her and run off into the sunset with you? Yes, you silently think to yourself.
“What made you want to go home anyway?” Jimin asks, tilting his head to get a good look at you.
“Quarter life crisis, no biggie.”
“Makes sense.” Jimin stretches his arms out over his head and yawns. “What’s the crisis?”
“All my friends are passionate about what they do and here I am.”
“Babe, don’t compare yourself to others…I hate when you do that. Also, I’m not sure my passion is teaching clumsy nine year old’s how to do a simple dance move.” Jimin huffs out, “I wish I was the one on stage…”
“Jimin…sorry, I know this isn’t really what you wanted…”
“It’s okay…the kids are cute, I guess. And they’re faster learners compared to you.”
“Hey!” you fuss, “These kids are in advanced classes, okay?”
“Babe, this is for beginners.”
“Whatever.”
“So, marketing ain’t it huh?” Jimin asks and you nod your head, “I could of told you that five minutes after I met you.”
“Maybe you should of.”
“But you already knew it wasn’t for you though…why did you keep at it?”
“I don’t know anymore.” You whine, “I wish I could just do something a little meaningful then have enough money to travel!”
“Why don’t you teach English abroad?” Jimin turns on his side to face you, “You get to travel and do something meaningful.”
Your head tilts to the side as you process his words, was that kind of a good idea?
“Hm…” you bite on your lip. “That’s—that’s not a bad idea actually.”
“But you would leave us all behind, you get that, right?” Jimin chuckles, “Not sure Jungkook would let you leave.”
“It’s a lot to process and think about, but it’s a cool option.” You admit, stretching your arms out in front of you, “Shit, that dance was a work out!”
“You barely did anything though…”
“I did enough to make me feel this soreness creeping in.” you defend yourself quickly, “So, do you think Vanessa will give Jungkook the ‘ok’ to come with me?”
“I don’t see why not, she doesn’t seem like the controlling type, right?”
“Not really…she’s kind of odd. I’m trying so hard to understand her but she makes it kind of difficult.”
“Didn’t you say she didn’t want to interact with any of us at JK’s party because she’s only there for him?”
“Yup.”
“Damn, I don’t know if I should be mad at that or like, salute her for it.”
You start laughing and Jimin joins you but tells you he’s serious, you just keep laughing and nod your head.
“I kind of get that.” You giggle. “I want to ask Jungkook if she has some sort of social anxiety, it’s the only thing I can come up with on why she’s so…her.”
“Why don’t you?” Jimin asks, and he’s right, why don’t you? You’re just afraid of offending him about her and you don’t want to deal with that…
“I don’t know.”
“Just because you’re trying to be cool about everything doesn’t mean you have to try and be friends with her…it doesn’t seem like she wants to make any friends with any of us, so don’t try to push it.” Jimin advices and you hate that maybe he’s right.
“I know but…”
“No but’s!” Jimin cuts in, “The only butt that matters is mine.” He says giving his ass a little spank. You chuckle and hit his arm and shake your head at him.
“Fine.”
“So, what would you do if Jungkook confessed his feelings to you?”
You lift your head to face Jimin, your eyes filled with surprise. You close them and shake your head a little bit and try to form some words very pathetically.
“W-What? W-Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“Just curious…” Jimin sucks in his thick bottom lip and pouts.
“I would…I don’t know what I would do.” You respond honestly. Jimin rolls his eyes and stands from the couch and places his hands on his hips.
“You would return his feelings wouldn’t you? Jump in his arms? Kiss him?”
“Jimin…” your tone warns him to chill out, “I would be shocked probably. But if he was serious…of course, I would do all those things…” you finish shyly.
“Perfect. Now just tell him all of that.”
“Jimin…”
“You have til the end of the year.” Jimin states confidently, “then I am forcing you two in a room, revealing everything and making you talk.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Mark my fucking words bish.”
Dude…Jimin sounds and looks fucking serious.
“Jimin seriously, don’t do that. Don’t put me on the spot like that.”
Jimin plugs his ear holes with his pointer fingers and starts singing a beautiful ‘lalala’ and proceeds to ignore you as you try to get his attention.
“Jimin, seriously!”
“y/n.” he takes his fingers out and becomes more serious, “I said mark my fucking words.”
~~~~~~
Jungkook and Vanessa lazily lay on her bed, his arm draped across her waist while she plays some music game on her phone.
“I’m sorry again.” Jungkook whispers out, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”
“It’s okay.” Vanessa says softly, “You just aren’t in the mood tonight, and that’s okay.” She continues to look at her phone, her fingers going at it on her game.
“Maybe we can try again la—”
“My Jungkookie just doesn’t want me tonight.”
“Vanessa…don’t say it like that.”
She lifts her head up to smile at him, it’s one of those coy, secretive smiles and Jungkook feels worse.
“So about this weekend, you’re wanting to go with y/n to her parent’s house?”
“I don’t have to go, I know we had plans on Saturday.”
“No, no. Don’t be silly, I don’t mind.” She says smoothly, “It sounds like a good idea.”
“Good idea how?”
“Oh nothing.” She says, going back to her game. “You should go.”
“Okay, I’ll let her know…” Jungkook pulls out his phone to send you a text. You text back within seconds sending him the thumbs up emoji. He feels his entire chest go warm at the thought of going with you this weekend.
He’s never met a girl’s parents, not like this. Not with someone that means as much to him as you do. So he feels as nervous as he does excited. He wants to look his best, he wants to present himself maturely. What does that even mean? Not even Jungkook knows but he thinks it makes sense.
“I can go down on you Vanessa…” Jungkook offers, still feeling guilty.
“No need, I’m not really in the mood either.” She says nonchalantly, too focused on her game at hand.
He has vowed that he won’t think of you while being with Vanessa and usually that would be no problem but tonight…he couldn’t get in the mood at all. All he wanted to do was think about you.
Sex with you…is just different. It feels so fucking good on all levels physical but also all levels emotional. He knows exactly what it feels like to have his cock between your lips and down your throat, he knows exactly what it feels like to fondle your breasts and suck on them too. He knows exactly what you taste like, and god, it is his favorite flavor. He knows exactly how you sound when you’re being fucking pounded and exactly how you sound when you come.
“Is this okay?” Jungkook keeps asking you, his fingers bunching up your hair and you nod pathetically.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you? Since I fucking met you.” He admits, his fingers traveling down to your panties, he pushes them aside as he dips a finger into your wet hole. You moan out, your moan loud and high pitched and Jungkook can’t help but smirk.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Another finger.” You practically fucking beg, and Jungkook complies quite easily. He slips another finger into your greedy fucking pussy and you yelp. He moves his fingers inside you so fucking expertly, making your toes curl.
“You make me feel so good.” You whimper out.
Jungkook can’t help but reach down and rub his aching cock through his briefs, he wants to feel good too. He is absolutely aching for you, wanting to be touched by you so badly.
“Stop touching yourself” you command and Jungkook being the good boy he is, listens.
“Make me come, Jungkook.” And once again, he complies. He makes you come all over his fingers and then he makes you come again on his tongue and then for a third time, he makes you come on his tongue again making you feel fucking spent.
“Lay on your back.” You order and his eyes go wide with excitement. You lay down next to him and your fingers very delicately dance across his lower stomach. He sighs out heavily, releasing long breaths one after the other. Your fingers reach the waist band of his briefs and you begin to slowly drag them down. His cock springs free and your mouth waters at the sight. There’s no way he is this blessed. He’s so incredibly long and thick, the head of his cock swollen and leaking with precum.
“You wanted to touch yourself right?” you tease. “Now’s your chance.”
“W-What?”
“I want you to touch yourself, Jungkook. You can use my juices as lube,” you say, spreading your legs, your own cum sticky against your inner thighs.
Jungkook’s doe eyes turn sharp as he stares at you and he whimpers. Fucking whimpers. He is quick to gather your juices in his hand and start jacking himself off. He holds on to his cock tightly, rubbing it viciously.
“Ah. Ah.” He groans out, his eyes never leaving yours as he touches himself.
“Such a good boy, Jungkook. God, can you imagine if this gorgeous cock was in my mouth right now?” you whisper in his ear.
“Can you imagine my pretty pink lips wrapped around you, my head bobbing up and down? Can you hear me choke? Choke on this pretty cock?”
“So close, y/n. please don’t stop.”
“You’re not allowed to come yet. Can you imagine fucking me, Jungkook?
“God, yes, yes, yes.”
“Can you imagine thrusting into my pussy? My walls getting tight around your cock? Making us both come?”
“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”
You raise yourself, leaning away from his ear and smirk down at him.
“Since you were so good for me, I’ll reward you. I’ll let you come. And I’ll let you come down my throat.”
You move until you’re on top of him, you lean down until you’re replacing his hand with your mouth. He groans out loudly when he feels his cock enter your warm mouth and you moan into the feeling.
“Fuuuuuck.”
And Jungkook is coming so fucking hard, he doesn’t think he has ever come this hard before. He shoots his cum down your throat and you swallow it all, not even a drop left behind on your lips.
You rise from his cock and smile down at him and he lifts himself up and his lips crash into yours.
Jungkook pulls away for a moment, his eyes dark and his voice low,
“Now I am going to fuck you.”
“Since I’ll be gone this weekend, should we go on a date tomorrow night?”
Vanessa pauses her game and looks straight ahead, she zones out for a few seconds before she’s quietly clearing her throat and looking Jungkook’s way.
“No…I have plans, sorry.”
“Plans?”
“Yes, plans.” The ‘s’ leaves her lips sounding so silky. “You should find something else to do.” Then vanessa exits her game to send a quick text to someone. After a minute or two passes she’s looking at him again.
“y/n’s free tomorrow night, you should just hang with her.”
Jungkook pushes his head back in disbelief, did…
“Did you text y/n…for me?”
“Yes.” Vanessa looks at him, her small eyes going wide, “I was just trying to find you something to do.”
Jungkook stares at her in shock and then bursts out into laughter.
“Sorry, sorry. I just…never thought you would do something like that but somehow it feels on brand.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her innocent voice making Jungkook smile.
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Okay, I’ll send her a text…”
Jungkook 10:13pm
So, I hear youre free tmrw night lol
y/n 10:13pm
you hear right lmaaoo
Jungkook 10:14pm
Should we do something?
y/n 10:14pm
I think Jin says he’s having a small cookout at his place, should we go?
Jungkook 10:15pm
Sounds good, I’ll drive. Pick you up at 6?
y/n 10:16pm
yay! Yeah 6 works for me. :)
Jungkook slides his phone into his pocket and looks at Vanessa with a confused expression…
“Why do you want me to hang with y/n?”
“She’s your best friend.” She responds easily. “Plus, since I am busy I feel bad to leave you hanging.”
“You’re not seeing him…right?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am seeing.” She opens the music game app again and starts focusing on beating her last score.
Jungkook sighs out in defeat, sometimes talking to Vanessa gets him nowhere. He pulls out his phone again and checks the time.
“Maybe I should head home…” He begins to say, “I’ll text you throughout the weekend and I’ll see you after.”
“Don’t be rude and be on your phone while you’re in her parents company.” Jungkook scoffs, that’s super rich coming from her.
“Okay, I won’t text so much, but I will see you after the weekend okay?”
“Sure.” She uses one hand to wave him off but he still leans over to kiss her cheek.
~~~~~
You still can’t get over just how huge Jin’s house is! You are currently lost trying to find the bathroom again. You open up a door to a bedroom and get reminded of the night you were with Tae. It’s the same room. Wow, that feels like a lifetime ago.
You continue strolling down the hall until you come to the last door—the bathroom.
You use it quickly and head back outside to join the rest of your friends. Jin saved a seat for you next to him and you can’t help but smile.
“Jungkook says you two are heading to your parents this weekend!” Jin exclaims excitedly.
“I wanna meet your parents too!” Hobi whines, “I am great with parents!”
“I’m sure you two will have a lovely time.” Namjoon joins the conversation.
“By the way y/n…” Jin looks awkwardly to the side, “I invited Tae, I know you two are broken up…”
“Oh no, it’s okay. We’re friends.”
At this, Jungkook ears perk up, “Friends? Since when?”
“It just happened like that.” You shrug.
Jin claps his hands together, “Perfect. And then Jimin should be here by now, let me call him.”
Jin takes out his phone and dials for Jimin.
“So, you two are friends now?” Jungkook pries, “Since when?”
“Since a little while ago. You should think about chilling out too.”
“Pshh.”
“Jimin is arriving, let me go let him in, I’ll be right back.” Jin says, standing from his chair.
“So y/n, how’s the job hunting going?” Namjoon asks, his leg crossed over the other as he leans forward to give you his full attention.
“Umm…” you bite your lip, Jungkook goes rigid at his question…knowing this is uncomfortable for you.
“it’s sort of on pause,” you admit, “Yeah, on pause.”
“Oh thank god!” Namjoon laughs, “I thought I was the only one!”
“I told you, you weren’t.” Hobi laughs too, patting Namjoon on the back.
“You too?” you asks, sighing out in relief. “It’s annoying, isn’t it?” you also laugh.
Jungkook visibly relaxes as he watches you chilling and having a good time.
“Look who else is here!” Jin comes back with Jimin, and behind Jimin is Taehyung and also…Yoongi?
“Yoongs?” you give him a confused look before breaking out into a smile.
“Hey everyone, nice to see you all again.” Yoongi gives everyone his gummy smile and a small wave of the hand.
“Yoongi!” Hobi yells out, “I’m so glad Tae brought you!”
You remember them two hitting it off at Jungkook’s birthday party, so you nod in approval.
“Hi Tae, hi Jimin.”
“Hello beautiful.” Jimin comes to you, leans down and hugs you. Taehyung waves at you excitedly.
“Hi Jungkook.” Taehyung offers a greeting quite awkwardly but Jungkook nods his head and smiles,
“Hey man.”
You tilt your head to look at Jungkook, surprise written all over your face as you smile wide at him.
“The gangs all here!” Jin yells out, the happiness evident in his voice. “Let’s start cooking!”
The evening sun is your favorite, the way it sets the sky on fire with its beautiful rays of gold. It gets really chilly, especially at night since it is the middle of November. You stand next to the pool in the backyard when you feel a jacket get draped over your shoulders.
“Hi Jungkook.” You say without looking who it is, somehow you just know.
“Whatcha thinking about?” He asks, coming to your side.
“Life, and everything in it.”
You turn around to get a look at all the guys, Jin and Namjoon at the grill, Yoongi and Hobi discussing something dealing with music, Tae and Jimin playing rock, paper, scissors and Jungkook here at your side. You feel incredibly lucky to be surrounded by such great friends. These 7 men making it hard to leave.
“I’ve been thinking about teaching English abroad…nothing is set in stone, it’s just an idea. But I kind of like it.”
“Abroad? Like away from here? Away from me?” Jungkook whispers out as he realizes what that means.
“It’s just an idea.”
Jungkook looks at your side profile and smiles, he leans into your side and wraps the jacket even more snug against your body.
“Whatever will make you happy y/n.” he says softly, and you know he means it.
“Let’s go join the other guys.” You say, you grab a hold of Jungkook’s hand and you two walk towards the other boys. They’re loud, rumbunctious and some of your favorite people. You couldn’t feel more at home and at peace.
“Okay, so who wants a sausage? I cooked them perfectly.” Jin shows a plate of meat, showcasing how absolutely perfect they are to everyone.
“Hey, I helped.” Namjoon pouts.
“Yeah, he……….’helped’” Jimin uses air quotes emphasizing ‘help’.
“Hey I did!”
“Moral support barely counts as help dude.” Hobi says, cracking up.
“Fine, nobody eat this hamburger patty,” he points to one single patty. “Because I cooked it.”
“Nobody wants to eat that hamburger patty.” Taehyung teases.
“I’ll eat your hamburger patty.” You chirp.
“Kiss ass.” Yoongi chuckles, walking up next to the grill. “Oh Jin, don’t forget to give me your number later so we can plan that fishing trip.”
“You two are planning a fishing trip?” You eye Yoongi, “I see you’re making friends.”
“Shut up.” He smiles shyly.
“So Jungkook,” Taehyung faces Jungkook and smirks, “Are you nervous about meeting y/n’s parents?”
“Yeah, Jungkookie, are you nervous?” Hobi chips in.
Jungkook’s eyes fall to the ground as he chews on his lips, he scratches the back of his neck and smiles softly.
“Maybe a little.”
“Why?” you ask, leaning into Jungkook’s frame, “Nothing to be nervous about.”
“Are you sure y/n?” Yoongi begins to tease you, “You are their little ‘miracle’ baby.”
“Shut up!” you laugh, “It will be fine, Jungkook. I promise.”
“I’m not too worried.” He says, he looks down at the ground still, his smile growing.
~~~~~~
You wait by your front door with a small suitcase in hand, humming some song. Jungkook should be here at any moment! He said he was on his way after work about 15 minutes ago and you know it shouldn’t take too long.
You cannot wait to see your parents, if you’re honest. You haven’t visited them in almost half a year! What you need is your parent’s loving embrace and also their wise words.
And it is pretty damn exciting you get to finally introduce your best friend to them. It’s a 4 hour drive, so you have a lot to catch Jungkook up on, you know, what your parents are even like up close and personal.
Your phone starts buzzing, and you pull it from you back pocket to see Jungkook sent a text that he has arrived.
“See you, Holly!” you yell out, but she’s in her room with the music on so you doubt she hears you. You think she said Trina is staying over for the weekend, so you know she won’t be lonely without you.
You make your way to Jungkook’s car (he offered to drive to your parents, which you do not mind in the least.) and see him waiting outside of it for you. He’s leaning against the car like a fucking stud. Yes, you just said fucking stud. Because that’s what he looks like. You hate that your god damn vagina reacts first! That bitch is booming as you eye him up and down. His tight jeans, chunky boots and striped sweater are a good look on him. His hair is pushed away from his forehead, split down the middle and he looks so fucking hot.
“Hi.” You call out, joining him at his car.
“Hey there.” He says cooly, grabbing your suitcase from you. He opens the back door and sets it inside next to his, “You ready?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ and smile back at him.
“Okay and my mom is sweet, I swear. But she sort of has no filter. My dad’s really laid back and wont tease as much…probably.” You say, stuffing your mouth with bagged popcorn.
“Probably?” Jungkook chuckles, he reaches for a handful of popcorn himself.
“Meaning he will probably let my mom do all the talking for the most part and he will only make somecomments.”
“What sort of comments should we expect?”
Suddenly, you feel your cheeks flush and you become a little shy.
“I don’t know, figure it out.” You whisper, digging in the bag for more of the snack.
Jungkook laughs at you, he thinks you’re being too cute right now. He turns his head to get a look at you and he smiles.
“Okay baby.”
“And maybe don’t call me ‘baby’ in front of my parents…they will definitely get the wrong idea.”
Jungkook playfully raises a brow at you, “And what idea is that?” he teases but it goes over your head.
“Jungkook.” You groan out, “Use your head.”
“Honestly, I’m just excited to meet your parents.” Jungkook admits happily, “I wish I could have introduced you to mom.”
“…Yeah, I would have liked to have met her. She raised you really well.”
“Honestly, she would have adored you. And…dad would have really liked you too.”
You retreat your hand out of the popcorn bag and wipe your dirty fingers on your jeans, you lick the remainder off.
“What was your mom like?”
At this Jungkook beams, his smile so bright and beautiful.
“Mom was an angel. Want to know the first time I lied to her?” Jungkook asks excitedly, “And how she reacted? It was like a movie.”
“Sure.” You chuckle.
“I was in the 8th grade,” he begins but you cut him off.
“You didn’t lie until 8th grade? That’s hard to believe.”
“I was a really good kid!” he whines. “Anyway, me and two of my buddies made plans to hang out but they wanted to hang out with this group of girls…at a girls house. I didn’t know if I was allowed at a girls house…so I lied and said we were all going to a carnival.” Jungkook starts cracking up as he recalls the memory.
“Mom believed me, gave me $20 for the wrist band to have access to all the rides, you know? Well, one of my friends wasn’t allowed at a girls house so he lied and said he was going to be at a birthday party at my house. Anyway we went to the girls house and all hung out, very innocent, I swear.” He continues laughing, his eyes crinkling.
“Anyway one of the girls mom was dropping me and that buddy off at my house when we see my mom pulling up at the same time while his mom was already parked in front of my house! Oh my god it was awful.”
“Holy hell, then what happened?” you ask.
“Well, we say thanks and get out of the car and he rushes to his moms car and my cousins were outside in my front yard talking to his parents about how there was no birthday party here.”
“And then?”
“My mom asked what was going on? I said my buddy wasn’t allowed at the carnival so we lied. But then my older cousin goes ‘Where’s your wrist band at Jungkook?’ And I wanted to strangle her! How could she out me!!! So I broke down crying to my mom and told her the truth.” He laughs, then he smiles fondly. “She told me it’s okay and that she forgives me. She said it’s not a big deal to hang out at girl’s houses as long as they’re just friends and I should never lie to her again.”
“Wow, an angel indeed.” You smile at Jungkook and he catches it from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah.” He smiles back.
“Where else my mom? She would of kicked my ass.” You laugh out loud and Jungkook joins you.
“I can’t wait to meet her.”
It’s a little after 8pm when you finally arrive to your childhood home, it’s nothing fancy or big or tremendous in any shape or form but hey, it’s home.
Jungkook pulls into the driveway and you notice your parents car isn’t here so you pull out your phone and call your mother.
Apparently they went to go pick up dinner for you four, but there’s a bit of a wait so they’ll be home in a little while. You tell her you understand, and remind her you still have a key.
“They’ll be home in a bit, why don’t we go inside and I can show you around?”
“Sounds good.” Jungkook has the car in park, and he’s quick to turn off the ignition. He gets out of the car and opens the back door to grab both of your suitcases.
“Jesus woman, what did you pack?” Jungkook complains.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on.” You usher him inside as you’re opening the front door.
It smells like your moms apple cinnamon candles have been lit up all day, the scent bringing you back to your childhood days. It smells like home, you can’t help but grin as you enter through.
“Let’s start by putting our stuff in our rooms!” you begin walking up the creaky stairs and Jungkook follows you with your bags in hand.
“This is your room,” you open the door to some lousy guest room but the bed is made and it smells nice. Jungkook nods while setting his suitcase down.
“And this…” you walk out and go to the room right next door, “is my room.”
Jungkook eyes go wide as he enters your room, he sees the posters on your walls, your baby pink duvet with a million pillows and the string of fairy lights above your bed and window.
“This is pre college y/n?” he asks, amused.
“Yup.”
“Oh my god, you had a boy band phase?” he touches the many posters on your wall.
“Who said I ever got out of it?” you tease.
Jungkook smiles as he observes your room, walking around slowly like he has all day. His fingers drag across your desk and all the things that occupy its space until he stops when he is touching a journal.
“A diary?” His amusement is out of the roof by now. “Let me read.” He asks with playful, pleading eyes.
“Hell to the no!” you rush to his side and grab the journal. “I don’t know what the fuck is in here.”
“Then it’s fun for both of us!” Jungkook reasons, “Let’s see what was in teenage y/n’s mind.”
“Probably lame stuff, I wasn’t very interesting.”
“I’ll see about that,” he takes the journal back and begins opening the journal and you grumble, trying to object. But in the end you let him open the journal, you wait patiently to be totally embarrassed.
“Okay this is from senior year…” he says, “Ryan wasn’t here today…” Jungkook starts laughing, “I was going to tell him I like him but it’s like the universe doesn’t want me to.” He reads out in a girly voice and you cringe. “Should I just move on?” he mocks.
“Okay, that’s enough!” you try reaching for the journal, your arms getting tangled with Jungkook’s. He can’t stop laughing as you whine out loud, your body bumping into his as your arms continue to battle one another.
“Jungkook!” you cry out, “Seriously?!”
You two continue to wrestle for the journal, spinning around until your feet tangle too much with his and he’s bumping into your bed, he falls over bringing you down with him.
You land on top of Jungkook, settling between his spread legs. The laughing and screaming absolutely stops when you find yourself in this position. Jungkook face is centimeters from yours, your breaths hot and fast and mingling together, he looks into your eyes with a troubled look. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip and your eyes can’t help but follow his movement.
“y/n…” he whispers out, still out of breath from playing around.
You look into his eyes again and he’s gone completely dark. His pupils start blowing out and his breaths become harsher.
“Jungkook…” You say lowly, your voice even surprising you. “Oh,” you blink at him when you feel his member hardening against your core.
Jungkook gulps, as if embarrassed. His eyes dart all around the room until they’re back on you.
“Sorry I—”
“I should get up.” You whisper.
Jungkook gulps again, his spit making his Adam’s Apple bob. “Yeah.”
But you don’t move, you continue to lay on top of him, you close your eyes as you feel his dick poking you at your center. You hate yourself but you can’t help the fact that you’re breathing deeper than usual and you really hate yourself when you grind yourself rather gently into Jungkook’s crotch.
And you really hate yourself when you hear Jungkook fucking moan. A real life moan escapes his parted lips. Your eyes shoot open to see his screwed shut. He lightly thrusts upward in response, his strained cock hitting your clit just right that you whimper out. You immediately throw your hand over your mouth and regret everything until Jungkook moans again.
Fuck, what do you do? You want to keep going and you almost do when—
“Honey! We’re home!”
You quickly scramble off Jungkook and stand to your feet. Fuck, your parents are home.
Jungkook awkwardly stands up and tries to adjust his pants so his fucking boner isn’t totally visible. He does not want to meet your parents with a fucking boner. No way in hell. He’s got to think of gross things. Diarrhea. Yeah, he will think of people shitting themselves, that’s pretty gross.
“Coming!” you yell out. You smooth down your clothes and your hair and turn to face Jungkook. “Ready?”
He smiles kind of awkwardly but nods his head yes regardless.
You two exit the bedroom and head down the stairs, your parents waiting at the bottom.
“If it isn’t my pain in the ass?” your mother’s jolly laugh fills the room as she goes in to embrace you.
“Hi mom.” You say into her neck, you can smell her sweet perfume and it reminds you of home times a million.
“You mean your miracle baby! Our miracle baby!” your dad chimes in gleefully, going in to hug both you and your mom.
“It’s a miracle she hasn’t killed me yet.” Your mother comments playfully, “Going a whole half year without seeing her mother?”
“It has been since May hasn’t it?” Your dad asks. “Too long.”
“And you must be Jungkook! The boy our daughter ditched us for on Christmas!” your mom pushes you to the side and goes in to hug Jungkook.
He stumbles back in surprise, but wraps his arms around your mother with his bunny grin plastered on his face.
“That’s me.” He laughs.
“Next time, just come here for Christmas, okay?” Your mom pouts playfully.
“Now, that’s not a bad idea.” Your father cuts in, extending his hand out for Jungkook to shake.
“Nice to meet you Mr.y/L/n.” Jungkook goes in to shake his hand with a firm hold, “and of course you too Mrs.y/L/n. “ Jungkook smiles in her direction.
“My goodness,” your mother swoons, “You’re so handsome!” then she turns to you, “He’s so handsome y/n. How haven’t you snagged him yet?”
“You two aren’t already a couple?” your father adds in.
“Mom! Dad! No!” you run a hand through your hair, “I told you already a million times on the phone, we are friends. Best friends.”
“That’s too bad…” your mom says, “I would like him for a son in law.”
“Yes, it’s too bad.” Your dad continues where she is going, “He’s got a firm handshake.”
“You guys don’t even know him.” you deadpan.
Jungkook only chuckles as he watches you interact with your parents. He wishes he had this kind of relationship with his parents but he’s glad you do.
“Are you guys ready for dinner or what?” Your mom picks up the bag of food off the entry way table and brings it to her nose, “Smells delicious.” She sings with a smile.
“Lets eat honey.” Your dad gestures your mom to the kitchen and then gives you and Jungkook a wink. “Come on kids.”
You didn’t know coming home would feel this good. Just being in the same room as your parents makes you feel whole again. Talking on the phone every week just isn’t enough.
You and Jungkook set up the table as your parents start taking the food out of the bag, they place it in the center of the table and your greedy little hands can’t help but pick at the side dishes.
“Hungry?” Jungkook teases.
“Starved.” You respond.
“Well, let’s all sit down and dig in!” Your father pulls out a chair for your mother so she can sit, ever the gentleman.
The food is delicious. You really wanted your moms home cooking but she promised you that’s for tomorrow night. You eat to your hearts content, getting so full. You’re not just full of food but full of your parents love and joy. Jungkook laughs along to your mom and dad’s stories and even shares some of his own. You guys talked about your group of friends and how you’re each others support systems.
Your parents are ecstatic to hear you have such great friends where you live, they even promise to go visit you soon so they can happily meet everyone. You agree wholeheartedly and stuff your face with more food. The night goes on like this for quite some time, everyone yawning but no one wanting to go to sleep.
“Let’s clean up and take this party to the living room.” Your mom suggests.
“I’ll clean up mom.”
“Me too.” Jungkook offers as well.
“Good kids.” Your dad says with a chuckle and heads to his designated spot (The recliner in the living room.)
“Are you having fun?” You ask Jungkook once your parents are out of the kitchen.
“I’m having a really nice time y/n.” Jungkook blushes as he answers, he fucking blushes and you feel the heat creep up your cheeks as well.
“I told you, you had nothing to be nervous about.”
“I’m still nervous, to be honest. But it feels nice actually.” He admit, his blush only deepening.
You two reach for the drying towel at the same time, your fingers brushing against his and you feel a spark of electricity.
“Sorry.” You sputter out, “You take it.”
“Okay…” Jungkook feels his face get even more red, just brushing fingers with you making him feel hot and dizzy.
“I think it’s clean enough,” you wipe your hands dry on your jeans, “Let’s go.”
The living room is as cozy as you have always remembered it to be. The recliner that your dad always falls asleep in is in the same spot as always, the two love seats taking one corner of the room and the TV on the center of the back wall. You decide to sit next to your mom on one of the love seats, you immediately drop your head on to her shoulder and breathe her in.
“What’s wrong my miracle?” she asks softly. “What’s going on?”
You suck in a sharp breath and start sniffling. Yup, you have decided on being a baby.
“I—” Your eyes immediately water and you give your mom a pathetic look, “I don’t know what I am doing with my life.”
Jungkook watches you and he frowns, he wishes he had all the answers for you.
“Oh baby,” your mom cradles your head, “I’m an old woman and even I have thoughts like that.” She laughs. “You’re going to figure it out, even if it’s not right now.”
“How do you know?” you look up at her with snot running down your nose.
“Do you remember when you were in high school you went from being in the drama club to the art club to the debate team to the…god, who knows what? You just kept jumping from one thing to another but then you finally found what you liked. Which was, swimming right?” She rubs your back soothingly, “It just takes time.” She says, “Maybe right now you’re just in the ‘art club’ part of your life. You still need to experience other clubs and teams until you find your swimming.”
“Mom…” you cry, “Thank you.”
“Your mother is right,” your dad decides to jump in “And whatever you decide we will be there cheering you on.”
Jungkook feels his heart swell. Watching you with your parents has been nothing but an amazing experience so far. He doesn’t feel bitter that he didn’t have this sort of relationship, instead he wishes he could have it even with someone like your parents.
“Now go sit with your bestie, he looks lonely over there by himself on the other couch.” Your mom scolds you lightly. You hug her tightly before letting go and walking to where Jungkook is.
You sit right next to him, not leaving any space—your knees and shoulders rubbing against one another quite innocently.
“So Jungkook,” Your father begins, “tell us about your family.”
You feel yourself go tense at the mention of Jungkook’s family. What will he say? Or will he say anything at all?
“Mom’s not with us anymore.” He smiles softly, “And I don’t talk to my dad.”
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” your mom places a hand over her heart.
“Sorry to hear about that, son.” Your dad shares a look of pity with your mom.
Jungkook on the other hand lights up when he hears your dad call him ‘son’.
“It’s okay.” Jungkook smiles, “I have y/n and Jimin and the rest of the guys.”
“And you have us too, sweetie.” Your mom cuts in. “We were serious about Christmas, why don’t you two come here?”
“Mom—”
“I’d like that.” Jungkook looks at your for approval, “It sounds nice, right y/n?”
You feel your heart begin to glow.
“Yeah.” You yawn out. “It does.” You lay your head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around your waist. You miss the way your parents share a knowing look as they watch you two.
“We weren’t supposed to have any children…” Your mom starts to say, “She really was our little miracle.” She comes down into a whisper as she notices you starting to doze off.
“She’s our pride and joy.” Your father beams.
“I’m glad she isn’t lonely. Growing up, we were so worried she would become a lonely only child, but she had lots of cousins thankfully and she always had it easy when making friends.” Your mother smiles as she recalls little you.
“She’s so special, isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook looks down at your sleeping face, he smiles shyly and caresses your cheek. “She is.”
Your parents share another knowing look and grin.
“When did you realize she was so special?” your father crosses a leg over the other.
“About the time she ditched you guys for me.” Jungkook’s looks at them and smiles cheekily.
Your mother and father laugh loudly, waking you from your quick nap.
“What’s so funny?” you ask groggily, you kind of drooled on yourself and Jungkook’s shoulder. You wipe at the corner of your mouth and mutter an apology to Jungkook for wetting his shirt. He only giggles at you and pats your head.
“Maybe you two should head to bed for some rest, hm?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
You and Jungkook agree with your parents, standing from your place on the love seat and say your goodnight’s.
“Goodnight sweetie.” Your dad goes in to hug you, “Sleep well.”
“Night dad, night mom.”
“Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n.”
“Night kiddos.”
Jungkook follows you up the stairs as he enters deep thought mode. He has only spent one day with you and your parents but he feels like he has fallen in love all over again. His love for you deepening by the minute, the way it blossoms like a beautiful, enchanted flower. The petals are bright, colorful and full of life. Nothing, he means nothing can shrivel up this rose. It is enchanted after all.
You stand outside your door, waiting for Jungkook to finish his journey up the stairs. When he finally makes it to the top he walks to you, standing outside your bedroom door.
“Goodnight Jungkook.” You whisper out, a blush painting itself on your cheeks.
“Tonight was nice.” He says instead of ‘goodnight’.
“Yeah, I think my parents like you a lot.”
“And I like them a lot. I felt…so…at home.” He admits, his soft breath hitting your lips and you breathe out heavily.
“I’m glad.”
“I like you when you’re with your parents.”
“You like me?” You tease, and Jungkook goes as red as a fucking tomato.
“Like, like—”
“Chill, I know what you mean.”
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and huffs out, “Right.”
“I like you around my parents too.” You lean back on the bedroom door, and Jungkook steps closer to you.
“You like me?” he teases back and you blush even harder.
“I just mean, it’s cute seeing you nervous and flustered for once.” You say.
“I’m cute?” Jungkook takes another step towards you, backing you even further into the door.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I though?” he leans his head towards your face, his lips hovering over your left ear and he whispers…
“I won’t tell anyone you find me cute y/n.” he continues his teasing. He leans back and watches as your face goes unbelievably red.
“Shush.” You push his hard chest back and he darkly chuckles. “It’s not like you don’t find me cute as well.”
“Oh baby, I find you very, very cute” he leans in again and you scoff, giggling to yourself.
Jungkook chuckles as well, he feels himself growing hotter by the second, he pushes you back more into the door and he reaches for the doorknob and opens it, but catches you from falling inside.
“Let’s go inside.” He says lowly. “Wanna keep being with you.”
“Jungkook,” you whine, “I’m sleepy.”
“I can watch you sleep.” He teases and you cringe.
“That’s creepy!” you laugh, you two set foot inside the room and you close the door behind you guys. “But maybe we can chat for a little bit.”
“Hey!” Jungkook juts his lip out, “It’s not creepy, I just really—” love you, he wants to say. But he doesn’t have the courage but god, Jimin is right. When will he have the courage?
“Really what?” you ask innocently.
“It’s nothing.” He says. “Anyway, let’s sit.” He plops his fine ass on the edge of your childhood bed—a twin bed. You sit down next to him and you lean back until your back is laying against the soft mattress. Jungkook follows you, laying down as well.
“Thanks for making me feel like I’m a part of your family y/n.”
“You are a part of my family Jungkook.” You whisper to him and he flips on his side to get a look at your face.
“Your parents are awesome.” He chuckles.
You playfully roll your eyes and smile, “Yeah, they’re something.”
“They want you to bring home a boyfriend.”
“Too bad all they got is you.”
“Yeah, too bad.” Jungkook grins at you, he lifts his hand to your face and caresses your cheek. “You’re so pretty. I wasn’t lying…I do find you very, very cute” he says softly and you fucking melt. You sigh out and he leans in closer, you aren’t entirely sure but it feels like he’s about to kiss you.
He leans in so close until he’s raising his face just a bit and he kisses the top of your forehead.
“I think I’ll go to bed now.” He whispers.
“Wait—” You grab on to the material of his sweater, accidentally bringing him too close to you, his mouth bumping into yours.
You immediately begin to panic, your eyes shoot to Jungkook’s and he looks as surprised as you. He is silent for far too many moments until his eyes crinkle and he’s laughing, his bunny teeth on full display.
“Oops.” He says, still laughing.
“I am so sorry, oh my god.” You get up slightly, leaning on your elbows. “That was an accident.”
“Well,” Jungkook brings his fingers to his lips, “It’s not the worst thing that could happen.” He says, his shy tone making you melt all over again.
“Sorry again, wow.”
Jungkook stands from the bed and you follow his lead, walking him towards the bedroom door.
“Goodnight Jungkook.”
This is it. The moment Jimin was talking about. A moment where he can have courage.
“y/n…I just…can I tell you something…?”
“What is it?” you raise a curious brow.
Jungkook looks into your eyes for several moments, taking long, deep breaths.
“I love you.” He finally admits, after years of keeping that to himself he finally told you he loves you. He loves you with all his fucking heart, he loves you more than anyone else in his entire life. He loves you. This? This is courage.
“Huh? I love you too, JK.” You give him a weird look and laugh. “Goodnight.” And you shut the door.
“No, I…”
Was he not clear?
“I love you y/n…” he whispers to himself, “Like, really really love you.” He says to no one but the ghosts that haunt this house.
“Goodnight y/n.”
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Arguments - feat Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima and Tamaki Amajiki
author’s note: i’m feeling angsty today. so this is gonna be about arguing with some of the bnha characters. anyone else feel off today? just me?
warnings: swearing, angst, fluff 🥺, and suggestive themes not full on smut. characters aged up! some of these are long.. i was feeling dramatic
headers from @annicon
Bakugo
as much as i love this man i can admit he would be SOO stubborn
would get frustrated easily
yells 🥺
he knows when to walk away when the conversation isn’t getting anywhere which is good
would NEVER hurt you (i’ve seen ppl write that this mf hits you... girl...domestic violence is not an aesthetic.)
he isn’t the best with words so it’ll take him a little while to admit he’s wrong because he can’t verbalize how sorry he is sometimes
when he does he’ll hug and kiss you and apologize like a million times after he’s done being a stubborn little prick.
gives you the best “i’m sorry “ dick imaginable holy shit
Bakugo done did it. He pissed you off. You were already having a terrible day and then you come home to this motherfucker with a bunch of people over after you told him that you weren’t in the mood for company. So for the rest of the night when everyone left, you gave him the silent treatment knowing that he HATES when you ignore him on purpose.
“Y/N?”
You say nothing, continuing scrolling through your phone to look like you were preoccupied.
“Y/N, what’s your problem? I know you hear me.” Bakugo persists.
You ignore him, turning your back to face him. He grunts and grabs your shoulder, turning you back around to face him.
“Y/N if you’re pissed at me just say that. But ignoring me is fucking immature and it’s pissing me off!” He yells. Translation: “What did I do? 🥺”
“I’M pissing YOU off!? That’s funny. Because it’s not like you didn’t completely ignore my fucking feelings tonight. Why did you invite Kirishima and Denki over after I specifically said I didn’t feel like playing fucking HOSTESS!” You shout back, throwing your phone somewhere.
“Are you serious!? I never told them to come here they just showed up. What was I supposed to do tell them to piss off!?” Katsuki asked.
“YES!” You scream, annoyed that he’s not getting the reason why you’re upset. You never minded having Bakugo’s friends over but you just wanted to have a calm night with just the two of you. You were exhausted and fixing dinner for you and 3 other people and listening to loud chatter about sports and video games was not on your to-do list.
“This is so fucking petty! I don’t get why you’re so mad that they came over.” Katsuki said shrugging his shoulders.
“That’s the problem, idiot! You don’t fucking get it! I worked all day today. I just wanted us to relax but no, you wanted to have a fucking guys night in my living room! It’s the complete disregard for my feelings that’s pissing me off not the fact that they came. I told you I was tired and you having them come over anyways was like a big fuck you to me!” You explain, your face pulled into a face Katsuki knows is your angry face. Bakugo sighs, not ready to admit that he was wrong.
“Tch. Whatever. I’m gonna go sleep on the fucking couch. Let me know when you’re done being fucking frigid.” He shouts, clearly out of anger.
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
Katsuki leaves your shared room and slammed the door, you throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel tears sting your eyes as you sob into your pillow. You hated fighting with Bakugo, and you knew he hated it too. He has a hard time expressing himself without getting defensive sometimes. But you knew he felt bad. You sigh and close your eyes and go to sleep.
The next morning you get up from bed and get ready to start your day. You shower and brush your teeth, you and Bakugo strategically avoiding each other all morning to go and do your daily routines. You didn’t utter a word to each other. Just questions and short answers.
“Got work?”
“Yup.”
“When?”
“7:30.”
The silence killed you both as you sat at the table and ate breakfast, Bakugo’s face pulled into a frown as he ate. You roll your eyes and go to put your dishes in the sink and grab his once he’s done. You can hear him get up from his chair as you wash both your plates and dry them. You had assumed he was leaving so you just wash all the rest of the dishes without turning your back. Suddenly you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist.
“Let me go.” You say, tearing up at the sudden touch. He was trying to make up with you and you were so ready to forgive him. The tension was almost too much to bear. This fight was small and it turned into something way bigger than need be.
“Not until you listen to me. I’m sorry, ok? I should have never yelled at you the way I did. And calling you frigid wasn’t ok either. I shoulda just told everyone to go home. We have those dumbasses over all the time. One night wouldn’t have killed me. I’m sorry. Can we just forget this shit ever happened? I hate it when you’re mad at me.” He pleaded, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You smile and turn around to look at his face, cupping his cheeks in both your hands as you stand on you tip toes to kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, happy that you and him are back on good terms. He pulled away from the heated kiss and looks at the clock on the microwave.
“6:30...we still have an hour to kill. If you’re late I’ll drop you off.” Katsuki says, his eyes turning dark with feral lust.
“Late? What are yo-“ you’re interrupted by Bakugo pulling you into your bedroom with determination to make things right.. his way.
Tamaki (🥺 my new found love)
Tamaki is NOT a confrontational person so arguing with you is really hard. He hates raising his voice or even getting to a point to where he’s angry because he doesn’t want to think about hurting you in anyway.
He’ll shut down and turn cold or try and act nonchalant.
he might even avoid conflict by changing the subject
if he’s riled up enough though he’ll cuss you out.. to his dismay
doesn’t like being mad at you and vice versa
hates arguments.. like honestly can you just get over it so he can eat you out now?
speaking of eating you out, he gives apology head and he won’t stop until you say you forgive him.
Tamaki didn’t like to admit it but he was really jealous. Like really really jealous like YANDERE type jealous. You and him were out to dinner with Mirio so you were all chatting about mindless nothing, catching up like you always do. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for you but to Tamaki it appeared that Mirio was a little too playful at dinner with you. He was cracking jokes and poking fun and Tamaki took it as him flirting with you; which Mirio would never disrespect your relationship like that. Rage sat in the pit of Tamaki’s chest as you laugh at all his jokes. He was furious but hid it pretty well for the night.
“And then Tamaki wet himself in front of the whole class when I scared him with my quirk in middle school. Can you believe it?” Mirio laughs, causing you to laugh at the thought.
“Oh leave him alone, Togata.” You giggle, waving your hand in front of your face to stop the tears from laughter. He had been making you laugh all night all to Tamaki’s disliking. He was quiet all dinner, which you noticed immediately after Togata’s last joke.
“Hey Tamaki, is everything ok?” You ask, concerned that he might not want to be out anymore.
“Yeah.” He said coldly. “Actually I’m just gonna go to the car. I feel kinda sick.” He stands from his seat and walks to the exit, absolutely fucking furious that you were “flirting” with his childhood friend right in front of him.
“Awkward. What’s up with him?” Mirio asks, completely dumb founded by Tamaki’s sudden disappearance.
“I dunno. I’m gonna go to the car and see what’s wrong. Do you mind?” You ask, standing from your seat.
“Nah that’s cool. I’m actually gonna head out. You go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll take care of the tab.. this time.” Mirio jokes. You giggle and thank him, walking towards the exit. You walk through the parking lot and find the car, seeing Tamaki sitting in the passenger side with his arms crossed across his chest. What was his deal? You open the car door and sit in the driver’s side to meet a thick tension.
“What’s wrong Tamaki? Do you really feel sick or are you upset with me?” You ask.
“Why don’t you ask Mirio? I’m sure he’ll be able to answer since he’s the only guy you talked to all night. It was like I wasn’t even there.” Tamaki says, calm but obviously pestered.
“Is that was this is about? Tama you know it wasn’t like that. Mirio has always been a jokester what’s the difference now?” You ask, getting a little upset at his accusation.
“The difference is that he was trying to make a pass at you. He was so obviously flirting with you.” He says, his tone becoming stern. You’re shocked at how he was getting, frowning at how unreasonable he was being.
“No he wasn’t, Tamaki.” You say, looking him dead in his eyes.
“Yes he was. I’m not about to fight with you about this he was clearly fucking flirting with you. He joked with you all night and you laughed at every single thing he said. You must want to fuck him, don’t you?” He asked, looking at you with some sort of betrayal in his eyes. This infuriates you.
“What are you talking about!? You know I would never cheat on you Tamaki. Especially not with your best friend. What’s with you!?” You ask sternly, not amused or pleased in the slightest.
“Whatever, Y/N.” Tamaki says, looking out the car window while turning the other way so he’s not facing your side of the car. He knew this was stupid and he knew your loyalty was never to be questioned but he couldn’t shake this feeling of jealousy.
“No. You don’t get to start a fight and then blow me off when you’re through arguing! Talk to me!” You yell, furious at this point. Tamaki shrugs, avoiding the situation entirely now.
“Just drive. I wanna go home.” He says, not taking his eyes off the view from his window. You roll your eyes and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot to start your way home. The drive home was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You were so angry that you didn’t talk to Tamaki the whole way home, knowing you’d probably cuss him out if he said the wrong thing. Tamaki immediately felt bad after picking that fight. He didn’t know what came over him, he knew he had to make it up to you before you two go to bed angry with each other. You approach your shared apartment and park the car, silence still riddling the car. The tension between you both was intense and it scared you. You’ve never seen Tamaki this upset. Jealousy was always an issue for him but he’s never reacted this strongly.
“Y/N?” Tamaki says breaking the silence. You look at him, a little relieved that he’s talking to you again.
“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I know you’d never cheat on me, of course. But I was just so jealous. It felt like you and Mirio were on a date and I was just the third wheel. The thought of him taking you from me drove me crazy. I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?” He says, placing his hand on top of yours on the steering wheel. You sniffle, tearing up at his apology.
“Tamaki, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you so much. No one could ever take your place, not even Mirio. I’d never betray you like that, ever.” You sob, tears flowing down your face. Tamaki questioning your loyalty really hurt your feelings and he hated seeing you cry.
“I know that. Please don’t cry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. It was so stupid of me to even assume.” He says, taking his hand and wiping your tears away. He took your hand and gave it a sweet kiss to soothe you, rubbing circles with his thumb on it as he consoled you. You giggle and wipe your tears, happy that you guys made up after that silly fight.
“Let’s go inside.”
Todoroki
arguments between you two get heated. It gets to a point where sometimes you don’t speak to each other for days. he’ll definitely give small reminders that he still loves you to butter you up to alleviate some of the tension.
raises his voice
just as stubborn as bakugo
to a fault of his upbringing facing his emotions was hard for him sometimes, causing him to be cold when you fight
when it’s time to get over it and make up he’ll make it a huge event; flowers, chocolates and lots of freaky apology sex
cant stand arguing with you just like tamaki but wont back down in the slightest
is sure he doesn’t say anything harsh to make the situation worse.
“Why are you being so stubborn?!” You shout at your bi-colored haired boyfriend. The two of you have been fighting all day to your surprise. Shoto was usually easy going and you two hardly fought. But today, a bug seemed to have crawled up Todoroki’s ass and he’s been picking fights all day. You’ve been arguing about small things like who left the bathroom light on or who ate the last hot pocket. Right now it was an argument about when you’re going to meet his father Endeavor. It’s been almost a year since you two have been together and you don’t even think his father knows you exist.
“For the last time Y/N we’re not going to my dad’s house. That’s final! You can argue with yourself about this. End of discussion.” Shoto says, very annoyed at the thought of being near his father. He still couldn’t stand him, even as an adult. He can’t bring himself to bring you around him because he knows how he can be. If he even says something slightly rude to you he’ll flip the fuck out. You groan in frustration, wishing he’d at least consider.
“He doesn’t know we’re together does he!? What am I to you some secret? Why did you stay with me all this time if your family doesn’t even know I exist !?” You shout, tearing up with seering anger.
“It’s not that. Of course he knows we’re together; my whole family knows! Why do you want to involve him so badly?!” Shoto yells.
“Why wouldn’t I want to meet my fucking boyfriend’s father!? You’re not making any sense.” You say, getting more and more frustrated as Shoto makes excuses.
“You know what? Fine. We’ll go meet him tomorrow. But as soon as he treats you like you’re not good enough for me don’t be surprised when I tell you I fucking told you so. God you can be so stubborn sometimes.” Shoto shouts, rolling his eyes at you.
“Oh I’M stubborn!? That’s rich coming from you. You’re being so unreasonable right now. I know you and your father-“
“YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY FATHER. Stop speaking on things you haven’t the first idea about!” Shoto yells, punching a nearby wall. (Oop.) You flinch, shocked at how angry he got so quickly. You tear up and run off to your bedroom, Todoroki immediately regretting getting so upset with you. He scared you and that’s something he never wanted to do to you under any circumstances. You cried yourself to sleep that night, angry that things got so heated. Why did he react like that? And why was he treating you as if you knew nothing about him and his father. He would vent to you about him all the time and you gave him advice when you could. But tonight you felt like you were nothing but an outsider. Shoto didn’t even bother coming into the room. He couldn’t face you after making you cry. Right now, he hated himself for treating you like that. He was just so afraid of his father’s judgement he didn’t want him to hurt your feelings with how crass he was. If Endeavor found the slightest thing wrong with you he’d never let you or him forget it. He could hear him now calling you unworthy of the Todoroki name. The thought alone enraged him. In his own cryptic way, he was trying to protect you from him but this was no way to do it nor did he have the right. Todoroki slept on the couch, missing your warmth against him in your bed.
The next morning the two of you drove to the Todoroki estates in silence. You were still pissed at him and Shoto didn’t want to say anything to further upset you. He was annoyed he was making this trip in the first place but he knew he had to man up for your sake. It was unfair of him to try and keep you away from his family especially since you would one day take on his name and be a part of the family when he married you. He knew he couldn’t keep you away forever, but god couldn’t he have had a little more time? He dreaded this day.
“Ready?” Shoto asks coldly, trying to hide his remorse from his tone. You nod, getting out of the car before he could walk over and open the door for you. Shoto is surprised and gets out with you, guiding you to his old home. He can’t lie, he’s so fucking nervous. What if he hates you? Not that he cares what he thinks, he’ll marry you anyway but still. He at least wants his blessing. You walk with Shoto to the main room of the home and wait for Endeavor to come downstairs. Suddenly you hear footsteps from across the room. It was him. He was tall and his aura was so dark and intimidating.
“You must be Y/N.” Endeavor says, looking down at your small frame. You nod, a wave of nervousness shooting through your body.
“N-Nice to meet you sir.” You bow respectfully.
“No need for that. Please, have a seat.” Endeavor says gesturing to the couch. You and Shoto sit down next to each other, Endeavor following suit by sitting across from you two.
“So.. how long have you two been together?” Endeavor asks, his booming voice almost sending an echo throughout the empty room. You gulp and look towards Shoto.
“10 months.” He answers for you, taking your hand to calm you. You’re still mad at him but god you’re glad he’s doing his best to ease your anxiety.
“And you just now arrange a meeting? Hm.” Endeavor questions, looking at you as if he was scanning you to find something irredeemable about you. You look down at your lap, unable to keep eye contact with the intimidating man.
“I-I wanted to meet with you sooner. Me and Shoto fought about coming here last night but I convinced him.” You say nervously.
“I see. You seem like an ok girl. Shoto has had his fair share of.. inadequate women in his life so, you’re a step up from the rest.” Endeavor says, motioning for a maid to make you all some tea. You laugh nervously, Shoto squeezing your hand in annoyance. Was that a compliment?
“You two seem like you’ve been fighting.” Endeavor says suddenly, observing both your body language. You’re both shocked as you turn to look at each other. How’d he know that?
“What’s it to you?” Shoto asks, glaring at his father.
“Oh nothing. But if you’re planning on marrying this girl it’s probably best to not argue too much with her. Hell, she might up and leave.”
Shoto looks at you, pain in his eyes. The look on his face alone said “I’m sorry.” Shoto hated to admit it but his father was right. Fighting as much as you have been, especially the fight you had last night was toxic and could take a toll on your relationship.
You smile at him and turn to Endeavor
“I’d never leave him.” You say, snuggling closer to Shoto as he blushed. He was embarrassed that he was being so vulnerable around his father but he knew that only you could make this happen.
After a long conversation with Endeavor and Shoto, you leave with a feeling that you might have won him over. You think? He was hard to read, just like Shoto. He was more like his father than he likes to admit. Shoto opens the car door for you to get inside and then walks to the drivers side to come in. You sit in the car for a while, silent until Shoto grabs you and leans over to kiss you. You kiss him back, tearing up into the kiss.
“I’m sorry, snowflake. I can’t believe I raised my voice at you like that. I was just so scared that he was gonna hate you and say something disrespectful. I should have just told you that instead of being defensive. I’m so so sorry I scared you. Please forgive me. ” He pleaded, peppering kissing on your face.
“I know. And I forgive you.” You giggle, pulling Todoroki closer to you to kiss him again.
Kirishima
Out of all the boys he’s the least stubborn when it comes to fighting. But don’t be fooled, he’ll argue you down. he’s very good at managing his temper when it comes to you.
Regrets starting a fight in the first place
Just wants to cuddle and go back to normal
But when he’s angry hooo boy
doesn’t even yell, he’s like a calm angry which is terrifying
tries talking over you, trying to plead his case
will not rest until the situation is resolved and over with so you guys can move on
like all the others... apology sex
will try not to lose his patience
You and Kirishima had been together for a while now so it was only inevitable that you two have your first fight. You were always a vigilant person and wanted to help others even though you were quirkless like Deku was at one point. Kirishima is protective of you to a fault and the thought of you getting hurt or worse didn’t sit well with him at all. You assured him that you were capable of taking care of yourself and protecting yourself but he wasn’t having any of it. You spent years perfecting your martial arts skills, training your ass off for countless hours everyday and he knew that. But he didn’t want you to one day meet your match without him there to protect you.
“Y/N, drop it. You’re not going on missions with me and that’s final. It’s too dangerous.” Eijiro said, his brows furrowed. He was trying not to lose his patience with you but you kept insisting. He just wished you’d forget about this whole thing; for your safety.
“You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m fully capable for taking care of myself and you know that.” You yell, irritated at your boyfriend underestimating your abilities. Eijiro sighs and stands up from the couch to stand in front of you, inching so close you could almost kiss.
“I’ll die before I let you go out there. Do you know what would happen to me; to your friends and family if something happened to you!? We’d be crushed. Please just drop this.” Kirishima says, wanting to avoid this conversation all together. But alas, nothing was changing your mind. You were very head strong and stubborn to no avail so you weren’t going down without a fight.
“You can’t stop me!” You yell
“Oh I can’t?” Eijiro challenged.
“No. You can’t. You can’t treat me like a child, Eijiro.” You say. “How can you say I’m not ready if you don’t give me a chance to prove I am!?”
“Because you just aren’t! Okay!? You say you’re not a child but you’re acting like one and a petulant one at that. Just drop it! God, you can be so stubborn sometimes. Don’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” Kirishima yells, instantly regretting raising his voice at you and losing his cool. You tear up, furious that he’s treating you like some kid. You grab your stuff and prepare to leave his apartment.
“Where are you going?” Kirishima sighs
“Fuck you, Eijiro.” You say, walking away from him and going outside to cool off. Kirishima tries to grab you before you leave but you snatch your arm away from him and walk outside with a huff and a slam of the door. You wipe your hot tears away and start aimlessly walking down the street to go home. Hell, you don’t even know your way home from Eijiro’s place but you’ll be damned if you go back there. As you walk you see Kirishima’s car pull up to the side of you, driving slowly to keep up with your walking pace.
“Y/N please get in the car.” He says out the car window
“No! I don’t wanna talk to you so just go away!” You yell, continuing to walk as the brisk wind assaults your bare skin. Dammit you forgot your coat.
“Y/N! You’re being ridiculous just please get in the car. You left your jacket; it’s freezing out here!” Eijiro shouts, getting out of the car and grabbing you to pull you inside. You groan, obviously being overpowered by your strong boyfriend. Kirishima slams the door and gets back inside, drives back to his apartment and parks in the driveway. He sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel.
“I’m sorry I got so heated with you. But can you blame me? I’m worried about you. Sure we’ll be on these missions together but what if something happens? What if I’m not there to protect you when something goes wrong? These missions are unpredictable; anything could happen and I’d literally die if even a scratch is put on you.” Eijiro pleads. You start crying, sniffling at his words. He was right to be worried.
“I love you, Eijiro and I appreciate you being so concerned about me. But that doesn’t give you the right to shelter me. You can’t just force me to not follow my dream.” You sob, wiping your tears away. Eijiro grabs your hand and kisses it.
“I know. I just can’t bear the thought of you being hurt. But if this is what you really want, I have no choice but to at least see this through.” Kirishima says, holding your small hand in his two massive ones. You smile, putting your other hand on top of his.
“Thank you. Also, I’m sorry for saying fuck you to you. That was mean.” You say pouting.
“It was. Hurt my feelings.” Eijiro said faking sadness, immediately laughing as he watched your face frown up again at the thought of hurting his feelings.
“Oh shut up.”
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