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dilfiam-afton · 1 year

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“You will be fine” pt 2

Summary; William is being oddly hostile with you and let´s you sleep in the guest bedroom which is attached right to his own. You happen to wake up and “sneaking out”, William catches you. You basically annoy him. Y/N grows more comfortable with William. Some very very mild fluff ig. Quite long! Writing this to keep you guys on your tip toes for the next part (lemon) and also so I can just jump right into it next time.

NO SMUT YET; GUYS JUST UH.... (semi) NORMAL THINGS

GENDER NEUTRAL

READER IS OF AGE

You found yourself awake once again, under unknown covers. At first you startled, already having forgotten where you were but immidiately settling back down comfortably upon remembering you were in Williams guest room! Come to think; why would William even let you sleep here, so close to him? Hmmm..Probably to avoid further confrontation between you and all the others. Yea, sounds about right. You wouldn´t want to interpret anything..questionable into Williams´ actions since you didn´t know the man well enough.

To put it short; you were bored. You had somehow managed to re-gain a lot of energy from the..wait. How long have you even been asleep for? Where was your phone? Your blood ran cold when you noticed that you must´ve left it in the bathroom whe you changed into your pyjamas. Well shit. Seeing as the guest room didn´t have any windows, nor clocks for you to be able to tell the time that meant you would have to leave the room in order to get your phone. But then it hit you- the guest room you were currently in was attached to Williams room..Oh Oh.

After a long time of reasoning with yourself in silence you decided that, if you were quiet enough you could probably sneak out the guest room, retrieve your phone and sneak back. Yes, sounds about right. So you started your little journey, now standing in the middle of Williams room. William stirred in his bed-perhaps he was having a nightmare? You decided to look at him, not for stalking or “being creepy” purposes, but because you simply couldn´t imagine such a harsh, bitter, and toxically masculine man all snuggled up in bed, just sleeping. It just didn´t seem like a “William thing”.

His bed was positioned headboard against the middle of the wall, a nightstand on each side, with a large window close by. The moon was higher up in the sky than earlier, not only indicating it will be morning soon but thus also illuminating William in his bed. He looked almost unnatural; just laying there, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and if you weren´t mistaken you could also spot some stubbles re-growing on his usually clean-shaven face. He was rather cute like this, actually! Usually he was rather intimidating, actually. Seems you were staring at him for too long because he now started to wriggle around again, stretching apparently. A small noise escaped his throat, almost sounding like a little squeak. You couldn´t help but let out a quiet giggle and an “aaawe!”. Well, he was still asleep. Weird. You were convinced he was going to wake up and lecture you for being creepy.

Not wanting to be caught, you quickly made your way to the bathroom. Ah, fuck. Your clothes were missing. Or were they? You reluctently opened one of the bathroom cabinets, perhaps William put your clothes in one of them. Nope, this was probably Michael´s cabinet; it contained a a few bottles of the same “3 in 1; bodywash, shampoo, conditioner″ men´s bodywash. How could one possibly use the same product for their body and hair?! Yikes. Oh! There was also a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash and like 5 different kids of hairgel. You sighed, moving on to the next cabinet. This seemed to be Liz´s cabinet.

After rummaging through most of the cabinets and wondering how many towels and toiletries, and bandaids a family could possibly need you hit the jackpot! William`s cabinet and your clothes! Yes, finally. Oh, William had a lot of fancy stuff...You were curious. Oh well, taking one look couldn´t hurt. The packaging of his products was awfully fancy and he didn´t use the “3 in 1″ stuff that Michael used. Well you should´ve figured that out before, William was undeniably well groomed.He practically owned a whole beauty store! Conditioners, Shampoos, Soaps, Bodylotions, Bodyscrubs- everything! You giggled to yourself; imagining William in the bathtub, having a bubble bath, using the body scrub while his conditioner is setting. Silly. It was fun and games until you spot razors. One being one of those old-fashioned ones, labeled “face” and the other of a more modern nature labeled “nether region”. Now you truly felt invasive to his privacy, so you grabbed your clothes and flushed the toilet to not raise suspicions IF there was someone awake, wondering why you were in the bathroom for so long.

As soon as you left the bathroom you screeched. In front of the door stood William. In purple,grey and white flannel pants, a purple bathrobe which looks like it could possibly be too small, and plushy purple slippers. You put a hand on your chest, now glaring at him. “Took you long enough.” You sighed “I´m sorry, Will” the older man chuckled as you were hastily searching your brain for words. “Ah already gave me a nickname, yeah?” and now you truly were flabbergasted...how could you save this? You died inside from emberassment! “Now now, nothing to be emberassed about. People often shorten my name to `Will`, though I wish they would put more effort in giving me a better, more creative nickname.” he seemed oddly calm and collected..As if he´s been awake for quite some time. You just giggled nervously, actually you did feel a bit sorry for him. There weren´t many nicknames for his name..William. A lovely name but what could one possibly nickname a William?? “Don´t you dare.” you giggled “Willy!” William didn´t look very pleased. Unfortunately for him, this was more than funny for you and so you burst out laughing. William sighed in response “Would you mind stepping aside for me? I´ll be right back.” oh, right you were still blocking the bathroom. So you quickly left and let him do whatever he was gonna do.

You opened your phone to a bunch of messages from your best friend, asking you if you left and if you were alright. You didn´t respond; she could´ve and should´ve checked up on you personally earlier! You ignored her, and instead looked at the time “5:01 am” oh. Not much use going back to sleep, is there? But what could you do? Hmm....oh yea, perhaps google nicknames for William and then present them to him when he gets out the bathroom. And that´s exactly what you did.

The clock now strikes 6am and you and William were sitting on his bed like schoolgirls, while eagerly discussing nicknames for him. “Wilburt?” “NO” “Hmmm...Bill?” “Not too fond, but better than bloody Wilburt!” you giggled. You were out of ideas so why not just mess with him a little? “Sugarbuns.” you grinned at him. Now it was his turn being flabbergasted “What?” he seemed genuinely shocked “Oh please, Y/N give an old man some dignity!” “Babygirl?” “What is the satisfaction you young people have with calling men, especially older men `babygirl`?” oh. How does HE know that one already ? Oh well. “How about peepaw willy?” and that must´ve done it for him. A loud gasp errupted from the older mans throat, his lips parted, and eyes wide open (basically :0) “Do I look like a peepaw to you? Unbelievable!” he was seriously offended over this? You couldn´t help but start laughing. William didn´t appreciate that, not one bit.

Soon after he unfolded his arms, and threw a pillow right in your face. You acted offended yet didn´t waste a second to throw it back at him and he ducked in response, so you missed. You grabbed the pillow and crawled over to him, so you could personally hit him in the face with it but he was good at holding you off, just laying on his back. So you found the ultimate solution for his demise; climb on him, thus holding him in place so nothing could get between the pillow and his face! So withouth thinking twice you proceed with your plan, now sitting on his upper thighs, straddling him. You raised the pillow, ready to strike but you couldn´t reach his head good enough just yet. Jeez, he really was tall. So you scooted up, now directly straddling his hips and, without a thought striking his face with the pillow at the same time. Both you and him jolted up when you felt something very very squishy right between your legs. And then it hit you; you just sat down directly on his very private part. You immidiately started apologizing to him. “Ah, don´t worry I don´t mind. Haven´t had anyone on there for a long time!” William giggled.

Despite being at home now, you couldn´t get over your time with William. Pondering about EVERYTHING. Hopefully things wouldn´t be weird between you and him when you come over next time. Come to think of it; the next time you would be over but be the anual vacation trip of the Aftons and your friend group. Shit..

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton x reader #peepaw willy #fnaf william afton #william afton #fnaf x reader

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fairyhee · 3 years

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Chocolate eclairs (pt.2)

{Part 1}

🍫 optional bias x reader

🍫 ~5.6k words

🍫 smut, enemies to lovers, slight dom/sub themes, praise kink, some dirty talk, oral (both receiving), face sitting (whew), reader has a thing for hands

(I might have dragged everything out for too long? I’m not sure, you tell me, but I just love thinking about all the details so I went with it. Also while I was writing, at some point I lost half of it and had to re-write it because the damn app didn’t save my changes to the draft 🙃 anyways thank you for reading!)

So far, nothing was going as planned today, but somehow you didn’t mind it anymore. At first you were extremely annoyed to say the least, but you slowly started to think having a tall and ridiculously handsome guy follow you around wasn’t so bad after all. Even though he was purposely being irritating, as always, just to get reactions out of you, it was worth enduring for the random flirty remarks he spat out every once in a while. Was he always like this? Did you only realize it now because you were too busy thinking how obnoxiously confident he was, or did he really also dislike you before? You were quite confused, but you at least thought you should enjoy the moment.

After buying those damn chocolate eclairs that you had been craving for a week, and after he insisted to pay, all while poking fun at how you were gonna die at a young age from how much sugar you consume, your next stop would have been the lingerie store. Except now you had him coming along with you, so you weren’t very sure what you should do. To buy some time, you pretended to look at all the stereotypically “romantic” objects that people usually gifted each other on Valentine’s day. Just for fun, you weren’t planning on hinting at anything, but you just wanted to see what he’d be like. Not to mention window shopping was one of your favorite activities when you had nothing else better to do. He, on the other hand, had his mind fixed on one thing solely.

“Y/n, aren’t we eating those eclairs? You didn’t want them just to carry them around, did you?” he asked with a pout.

“Excuse me, since when is there a ‘we’? They’re my eclairs, and I’m saving them for later. I told you I have plans, were you even listening to me?”

“You have plans, right. Well you should be careful then, that boyfriend you have plans with might get jealous if he sees you walking around with a guy like me. I honestly wouldn’t blame him if he felt threatened, after all, you just let the most handsome dude around here buy you coffee and sweets...oh wait, I forgot. You actually don’t have a boyfriend, do you now?” he said in a sarcastic tone.

“It’s extremely funny that you think I need a man in order to have plans on Valentine’s day. I can very well take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“You can take care of yourself in what way exactly? Because if it’s what I’m thinking of, I bet I can do it better.”

“Thank you for your concern, h/n, but if you think you can buy your way into my pants with some sweets, then you have a very low and unrealistic expectation of me. If you want to impress me, try harder.”

“Oh don’t worry, this is far from my best shot. You just look so hot when you’re mad at me, I can’t stop myself.” he said with a sheepish laugh.

You blushed slightly, both at his words and from seeing him grinning so cutely. He had no business looking all cute like that after he had just literally suggested you sleep with him. How could he switch from being so cocky to getting shy for you in just a matter of seconds? You couldn’t help but wonder what he’d actually be like in bed. Especially since he had just showed a new side of him, a particular image of him being submissive to you was stuck on your brain. You could feel your face heating up, and you hoped he didn’t notice how red your cheeks had probably become.

Brushing it off, you entered a random toy store, feigning interest in some plushies. As you were admiring the various teddy bears that came in all shapes and colors, you noticed he had been surprisingly silent since your last exchange. You threw a glance at him and he seemed to have found some games he was interested in, as he had his eyebrows furrowed, trying to read the instructions on the back of some boxes. Perfect, you thought to yourself, now that he’s distracted, you could think of a plan. What the hell were you gonna do about the lingerie? You didn’t want to give up on buying it, you had wanted it for a long time and now was the perfect occasion. Did you want to go with him? Would he want to even enter the store with you? Would he become flustered and make things awkward? Would it be weird if you suddenly told him to leave you alone for a couple of minutes and meet you later? Or should you just end your meeting right there? You weren’t even sure how you wanted to spend the rest of the day anymore, but you for sure didn’t intend to abandon your plans completely for this man that barged into your solo Valentine’s day like that, despite the fact that you were starting to get interested in him.

While you were definitely overthinking the situation, h/n had long finished browsing the board games section. Suddenly, you felt someone’s hot breath near the side of your neck.

“Y/n. You’ve been staring at that teddy bear for 3 minutes now. Did you not have any as a child, or do you want me to buy it for you that bad? You could just ask, you know.”

Startled by the proximity of his voice, you turned your head to him and took a few steps away. “Wow, you sure have a talent for being rude. You’re still annoying even when you’re trying to hit on me.” you said trying to seem unaffected. However, you would lie if you said that feeling his breath on your skin didn’t send shivers down your spine.

He chuckled at your reaction and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“So? Do you want it or not?”

“With that sort of attitude, I shouldn’t even answer. So what if I wanted it, what would you do? There’s nothing between us, so why would you buy it for me?” you taunted. You knew he was trying to make you soften up, but you weren’t falling for it just yet.

“Who said I’d buy it for you? If I did and you ended up sleeping with a stuffed toy every night, that would just be unfair.” he pouted. Why was he acting this cute now? This man was so confusing.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“I don’t wanna be jealous of a teddy bear. I’d rather you would sleep with me instead.”

You stared at his triumphant smile for a few seconds, at a loss for words. He looked like he just made the best pick-up line ever. It was so bad, yet you wanted to accept his wish and take him home. What was wrong with you?

“You’re absolutely obnoxious, did you know that? Wipe that smirk off your face, you look like an idiot.”

He laughed. “But somehow you’re still putting up with me. I’d say you’re doing a great job enduring me. Unless...you’re actually enjoying my company, which I suspect you do.”

“Yeah, whatever. Come on, I have one more thing to get before I can finally go home and get rid of you.”

You had made up your mind. You weren’t letting any man interfere with your plans.

Walking in the most confident way possible, you entered the lingerie store. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you looked through the pieces, searching for something that would match your taste. You were dying to know what his reaction was, what he was thinking, but you weren’t giving in. Suddenly, you had an idea. Acting like what you were doing was the most normal thing, you picked out two options, pretending you couldn’t decide between them. One was a black see-through set adorned with velvet hearts, while the other was made out of red lace and a bunch of straps that looked like a harness. Either way, both were made more to reveal rather than cover you up. Holding one in each hand, you turned to look at him with an unfazed expression plastered on your face.

“Make yourself useful for once and help me decide. Which one do I get?”

Seeing the way he was looking at you made a flush of heat spread across your face. His eyes were dark and he looked like he would have devoured you right then and there. You didn’t know what you expected, but this look was definitely not it.

He took a few seconds to respond, during which his gaze on you only seemed to intensify. He almost looked angry, clenching his jaw and eyeing you so strongly.

“You’d look great in both, but I’d take the red one.”

Hearing his choice, you immediately hung it back on the rack and took your other option to the cash register.

You heard him scoff behind you. “Why bother asking me if you were gonna pick that one anyway?”. He was smiling, but it was clear that he was trying to control his frustration.

You gave him the sweetest smile in the world. “I liked both equally and couldn’t decide, so I’m getting the one you like less. Since you’re never gonna see me wearing it anyway.”

“You drive me insane. That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Really? But you’re the one that’s been following me around all day. Now you’re angry with me, how come?” you said innocently.

He smirked and took a few steps until he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your face, but you didn’t back away and maintained his gaze. His scent was intoxicating, and you were trying your best to not show how into him you were already.

“If you want to make me angry, you’ll have to try harder, babygirl.” you clenched your thighs hearing that word escape his lips. “I like your teasing a little too much, actually. But making me imagine you wearing all these pretty things only to point out that I can’t have you the way I want? I have to admit, that was pretty mean.”

“Are you challenging me? Then I guess I need to step up my game to really get back at you.”

“Alright then, let’s make a deal. If you fail to make me angry by tonight, you have to go on a date with me. What do you say?”

You couldn’t stop the smirk forming on the corner of your lips. “Deal. You know, now I kinda understand why you keep bothering me. It’s actually fun trying to get you annoyed.” This time you weren’t lying.

He smiled back at you. “Glad we’re on the same page about one thing at least. So, any other torturous shopping that we need to do today? An adult store, maybe, since you said you like to take care of things yourself?”

“Nice try. I actually have a table reserved for later today, so I’m gonna have to go home and get ready. I wanted to go alone and have some me-time, but since I don’t plan on losing that challenge, I guess now you gotta come with me.”

He stopped in his tracks. “Wait a second,”he said and put the back of his palm on your forehead as if checking for a fever, “now it sounds like you’re the one asking me out. What happened? Are you okay?” he asked in an overly dramatic way. Oh great, now he was back to being the town circus.

“It’s not a date, silly. Hopefully, it’s gonna be the worst dinner of your life, so I won’t have to see your face ever again.”

“You do know that I could just not show up and make you lose the bet, right?”

“If you do that, you won’t get my number. So no way to receive your prize.” Besides, you thought to yourself, wasn’t tonight already a date in itself? There was no way he would skip on that, or at least so you hoped. “See you at 6.” you said as you walked away, leaving him behind.

By now your only desire was to get him totally whipped for you. He might have seen through your intentions already, but you couldn’t care less. The fights and arguments that were real in the beginning had now become an act, some sort of game to see which one of you would give in first. And you weren’t backing down until you had him completely wrapped around your finger. This year’s V-day turned out to be a lot more fun than you initially thought.

After getting home, you took your sweet time showering and making yourself as pretty as possible. Having drenched yourself in perfume and strawberry scented body lotion, you put on the new lingerie and a red dress that complimented your figure. You did some minimal, but flattering make-up and took a good look in the mirror. You looked good enough to eat. Exactly what you wanted.

By the time you arrived at the restaurant, he was already waiting for you, and you realized he had probably tried just as hard as you to look hot. And he had definitely done a great job. His hair was pushed back and the suit jacket he was wearing highlighted his broad shoulders and tall figure. You wanted him to push you against a wall right then and there.

“Are you sure you’re not made out of sugar? You look so good, I’m afraid that if I touch you, you’d melt under my fingers.”

“You wish. I don’t even get a hi, you start our conversation with a lame pick-up line? This evening is going to be even more boring than I thought.” you said rolling your eyes.

“It’s good to see you again too. Come on, let’s order quickly, I’m starving.” he said as he was already looking through the menu.

After this first exchange, the rest of the dinner actually went on pretty normally. Without realizing, you had gotten comfortable with each other and stopped arguing altogether. Now you were just chatting about whatever came to mind, enjoying your meals and each other’s company. However, you did notice his eyes lingering a little too long on your exposed neck and chest, which you did your best to bring forward as much as you could when you moved around. You were hyper aware of his gaze on every move you made and you loved the attention he was giving you. You felt like you were the only woman in the room for him, the only one that deserved his attention. You suddenly remembered you were supposed to get him angry, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want a second date after all. However, you felt the need to say something about it.

“Look at all these couples enjoying their romantic dinner, and then there’s us. Here for the sole purpose of annoying each other.”

“If that was the purpose, I’d call this an epic fail.” he said with a smile and took a sip of his gin tonic,”So you still don’t want to admit that this is, in fact, a date?”

“Why would it be one, when we haven’t done anything out of the ordinary? We are just two people eating out together.”

“Good thing the evening isn’t over, then. Great choice of restaurant, by the way. But even though the food was amazing, I’d still prefer eating you out.”

His bluntness caught you off guard, and you let the glass you were previously holding down on the table with a little more force than intended. From the impact, your drink splashed everywhere, including on yourself.

You moved a bit of the fabric of your dress away so you could wipe the martini drops that had just spilled on your chest, which uncovered the strap and the top part of your bra for a few seconds. You didn’t think much of it, but heard him swallow loudly. When you raised your eyes back to meet his, he was looking at you like he wanted to undress you with his eyes.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Did what on purpose?” you asked confused.

“Don’t act so innocent, you know exactly what I’m saying.”

“No idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, care for dessert? You need some sugar in your system, you seem to be turning grim again.”

“If by dessert you mean you, then I’ll gladly accept. You have enough sugar to keep me up for a long time.” he said with a smirk.

“Oh god, can you cut the disgusting jokes out? You make me sick.”

“You’ll be even more disappointed to find out they’re not jokes. By the way,” he leaned over the table so he could bring his face a little closer to yours, “we’ve almost finished our drinks and you still haven’t made me angry. Time is ticking.”

You fell silent for a couple of seconds, and played with your necklace while deep in thought. You were done playing this game. You wanted him, and you wanted him tonight. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but ever since you stepped foot in that place all you had been imagining were his veiny hands all over your body, how pretty his long fingers were and how much you wanted them inside you. He hadn’t even touched you once, but your panties were feeling damp already just by staring at his hands or seeing him clenching his jaw. You hadn’t noticed that your fidgeting with your necklace had caught his attention and he was now practically staring at your boobs without any hint of shame in his eyes. Your chest was heaving up and down as his eyes set your skin ablaze and your thoughts ran wild. Of course his gaze didn’t miss your heavy breathing. His fist was clenched on his glass and the veins on his arm protruded even more than usual. Your brain was so intoxicated with him that it completely forgot how to form sentences, leaving him without a reply. He leaned closer to you over the table and all but whispered.

“Just say the words, and I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is say it.”

You hesitated, questioning whether you should swallow your pride or not. You stared into his deep brown eyes, glistening with lust, and admired his plump, slightly parted lips, silently pleading for you to stop this stupid game and finally admit what you’re feeling for each other. He was done playing, and so were you.

“It’s finally time for those eclairs.”

A knowing smile spread on his face, as if he had just won the lottery.

The ride to your place was awfully silent. You felt like you could cut the tension in the atmosphere with a knife. Sitting near him in the back of the cab and just feeling his presence so close to you kept your skin burning up during the entire ride. He still hadn't touched you in the slightest, not even on your hand, and at this point you thought it was intentional just so you'd become desperate for him. It was working. It felt like the drive was taking ages, so you decided to have some fun and tease him a little.

You slowly slid your hand over your legs, starting from your knees and going up towards the hem of your dress, pulling it up ever so slightly. He noticed your movements instantly, and his eyes snapped to you. Now that you were assured he was watching, your hand traveled further under your dress, carefully so it doesn't reveal too much, and started running your own fingers across your damp panties.

His eyes widened, and you saw his adam's apple move when he swallowed a lump in his throat. "What do you think you're doing?" he whispered.

"What does it look like to you? I am an independent woman. Since you have not laid a hand on me all day, I'm doing it myself."

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" you maintained his gaze but didn't stop your actions, slipping a finger underneath your underwear and whimpering ever so quietly, enough for only him to hear. You were determined to bring him down.

Like you had just pressed a button, his body reacted to your sounds faster than expected. The vein on his hand twitched as he quickly grabbed your wrist and held it in place.

"If you don't stop that, I’ll make sure you have trouble walking tomorrow." his words sent a shiver down your spine. With that, he firmly pulled your hand away and intertwined his fingers with yours, as if preventing you from causing more trouble. You decided to obey him, for now.

After a couple of minutes, you were arriving at your place. He followed you silently into the building and into the small elevator, where you were met with another crisis. He looked like he tried really hard to restrain himself as he leaned with his back and head against the mirror. He was looking at you through furrowed brows and hooded eyes, and you wondered why did he put himself through this struggle, when he could’ve had you right then and there. Pretending to check your mascara in the mirror behind him, you placed one hand on his chest and leaned over him, your face dangerously close to his neck, making sure your exposed cleavage pressed against him in the process. You didn’t care how obvious it was, he was clearly enjoying it. He did nothing but watch you, but his sigh and accelerating breath rate were giving him away. As soon as you reached your level, you instantly shot out of the elevator and got to your door in record time.

The moment you set foot into the apartment and closer the door behind you, any control that you had before, just vanished into thin air.

“Fucking finally”. He wasted no time in pressing you against the wall, both hands holding the sides of your face while he kissed you with all the pent up frustration from that day. You could feel his whole body onto you and yet you wanted more, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and tugging at it in an attempt to bring him even closer. His lips were soft but aggressive at the same time, the kiss neither too intense nor too slow, earning chills all over your spine the first time his warm tongue entered your mouth. It was still not enough, so you took over and laced your fingers at the back of his head, pulling on his hair while pushing yourself into him. His hands started traveling down your body, gripping your waist and hips with force as he pulled you even closer, making you feel his erection against you in the process.

Out of breath, you broke the kiss to take a good look at him in this state. He was looking at you through glossy, hooded eyes, with his plump lips parted and glistening from the intensity of your kiss. He looked so hot, you realized you might not make it to the bedroom.

Closing in the distance once again, his hands went to squeeze your ass through your dress as he started placing wet kisses down the side of your neck, painfully slowly, sending shivers all over your spine. You lifted a leg up to snake around his own, as if to invite his hands to stop wasting time and get under your skirt already.

“You’re surprisingly gentle for someone who’s been trying to get into my pants all day.” you felt him squeeze your ass harder, and he suddenly bit the soft skin under your ear and sucked on it, earning a gasp from you.

He didn’t reply, but instead slid his hand up your thigh and ran his fingers over your soaking panties.

“And you’re surprisingly wet for someone who supposedly hates me.” he teasingly rubbed the tip of his finger on your clothed clit, making you whine in response. It was almost as if the fabric wasn’t there at all, given how thin it was in the first place. “What did you buy this pretty underwear for, just to ruin it later?”

“Since when do you care about my lingerie?”

“I thought you wanted me to, since you brought me with you to that store and even asked for my opinion.” He pushed your panties to the side and properly coated his fingers with your juices. “You were such a dirty little slut for doing that to me.” his words shot straight to your core.

“Me, dirty? That little head of yours has a lot of issues. It’s your own fault for liking me in the first place.” you teased.

Hearing that, he pushed two fingers into your hole and you moaned. “You can talk shit all you want, but your body can’t lie about how much you want me, princess.” He pulled his hand away from your core, and took his own fingers, now coated with your essence, into his mouth, licking them clean. “Now be a good girl and take this dress off for me.” he said, pulling away from you.

Not wanting to torture yourself any longer, you obeyed him, getting rid of your dress as quickly as possible. As he finally fully saw you in the pretty underwear, he eyed you from head to toe, as if he was looking at his prey, swallowing loudly. “Y/n, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

You pushed him back and led him to the couch, making him sit down. You quickly straddled his lap, making sure your boobs were right in his face as you grabbed the hair at the back of his head and brought your mouth to his ear, licking a stripe up from the side of his neck, reaching his earlobe. He shivered under you, and you started unbuttoning his shirt, while both his hands stroked over your boobs, touching your nipples and lightly pinching and twisting them over the thin material of the bra. The sensation was spreading into your entire body, making you moan right into his ear. You nibbled onto his earlobe, and he sighed loudly, grabbing your ass and pulling you on top of his dick, grinding into you. Your fingers ran over his now exposed chest and down to his belt, trying to get it undone. He grabbed your hands and undid it himself, and you stood up so he could get rid of his pants.

Instead of sitting back on his lap, you dropped to your knees in between his legs and pulled his underwear down. His cock looked so red and hard, it seemed almost painful, and made your mouth water. You wanted to torture him some more though, so you stuck your tongue out and slowly ran it up from the base to his swollen tip, all while looking directly into his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lower lip so hard, as if to keep him from making any sound. You were going to change that. You swirled your tongue around the tip, collecting the drops of precum, before taking him whole into your mouth. As you started bobbing your head, you made sure to take a little more of him each time, pushing your own limit gradually, looking up at him from time to time. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this. You’re taking me so well.” he said, trying to keep himself from forming any other sounds, and you wondered why wasn’t he letting go already. You wanted to make him a moaning mess. One of your free hands started playing with his balls, as you ran your nails across his thigh with the other one. Going a little deeper, his cock hit the back of your throat, and you paused for a second, swallowing around him, which earned a long, breathy moan from him. There, that was your reward. You continued taking him as deep as you could, looking up at him with wide eyes. This was his breaking point, as he couldn’t control his sounds anymore, his mouth was agape, letting out small grunts and whimpers now and then, and you felt his hips struggling to keep still. As the ache in your pussy was getting unbearable because of your actions, your own hand came to play with your clit to get some sort of release, moaning around his cock.

He didn’t miss this, as suddenly, his hand flew to your hair and he held you still. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. Get up” he said in a demanding voice. He followed you up himself, and completely slid his shirt and underwear off of him, then laid down on the carpet. “I want you to sit on my face. Let me have my dessert and enjoy you like you deserve.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. After discarding your panties, you placed your knees on either side of his head and carefully lowered your cunt closer to him, but he grabbed your ass and aggressively pulled you onto his mouth, making you gasp and grip the couch beside you for support. The feeling of his wet and warm tongue against you was making your thighs weak. He started by licking a long stripe across your folds, then alternated between sucking at your clit, drawing patterns with his tongue across your sensitive spot at different paces and intensities. Your sounds and whimpers were a mess, and you could feel your orgasm building with each second. He was eating you out like a starved man, face buried completely under your pussy, and the view was only contributing to your arousal. One of his hands snaked up to your nipple and started playing with it, adding to the sensation. When he suddenly applied more pressure to a certain angle, you thought you were gonna lose your mind. “Fuck, h/n, right there, please, don’t stop” was what you wanted to say, but you weren’t sure your words came out coherently. Either way, he got the message, and a few seconds later, you were coming undone on his tongue, letting out a few high-pitched moans as he helped you ride out your high.

After regaining composure, you stood up to let him breathe. His lips and chin were glistening from your juices, and he wiped them off with the back of his hand. “That was delicious. You’re a fucking goddess, did you know that?” he said as he stood himself up, grabbed your face and kissed you with force.

“Just fuck me already.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” he said as he pushed you against your table, having you lie down on it. He quickly grabbed a condom from his jeans and rolled it on his still painfully hard cock. Grabbing your legs and holding them on each side of him, he rubbed the tip of his member over your clit a few times before fully pushing it into your tight hole, swearing in the process. He wasted no time before moving, slowly at first to let you adjust, then suddenly slammed his hips into you with force, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck, do that again, please” you said, already feeling your second orgasm starting to build up. He thrusted into you harder and deeper, filling the room with your sounds everytime his skin met yours. The way he filled you up was absolutely delicious, clouding your vision and making you lose yourself in your pleasure as he was hitting all the right spots inside you.

“Ever since your brought me into that store, all I could think of was fucking you in your pretty lingerie, imagining how your boobs would bounce up and down while I pound into you like this.” you took his hand and brought it to your lips, silently asking him to let you suck onto his fingers. “You don’t know how much of a torture that wa- fuck” you took his long and pretty fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, mimicking the way you sucked him off earlier and watching him lose his ability to speak as his mouth hung open. “H/n, harder, don’t stop, I’m going to come.” you said in a desperate attempt to get him to shut up and concentrate. Motivated by your words, he increased his pace, and after a few more hard and sloppy thrusts, you reached your second orgasm, soon followed by his own. His whole body twitched as he came down from his high, both of you panting, and exhausted.

Pulling out of you, he quickly discarded the condom and took you into his arms to place both you and him comfortably on the couch.

“That was fucking hot” he said, still holding you in his arms while you were catching your breaths.

“Yeah. I think I might hate you a little less after this.” you said and you both laughed.

After coming back to your senses, you got up and went straight to the kitchen. A few seconds later, you came back holding the box he bought you from the french bakery, handing him an eclair.

“I knew why I saved those chocolate eclairs for later. They taste better after you’ve been craving them all day, don’t you think?”

He just smiled in response. “You might be right. By the way, I won. It seems like you’ll be drinking ice americanos again, after all.”

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justimajin · 3 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt.9

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (5.2k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating, graphical descriptions of blood and violence, character death, things get a little steamy 👀

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➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

➟ Next Update: Tuesday, February 16

Your body lies on the bed, a blanket resting over you as if you were in the midst of a deep slumber. The normally coral hue to your skin has steadily vanished, lips chapped and dark circles already formed beneath your eyes.

Namjoon paces the room frantically, his arms crossed and gaze never leaving your sleeping form. Seokjin stands in the corner, his eyes sparking in intrigue as Jimin rises from your side with a sigh.

He shakes his head, as if caught up in disbelief himself. Peering up at Namjoon who immediately appears alert, he hesitantly speaks.

“I think….I think Y/N’s been poisoned.”

“What?”

He gestures towards you, “The symptoms are all lining up….and it doesn’t seem like the normal kind.” He explains, “This one’s stronger, but slower. Like trying to kill someone as painfully as possible instead of just trying to get it over with.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightens, brows furiously contorting.

Seokjin shakes his head in dismay, “I guess torturing her wasn’t enough for them....”

At the mention of your previous experience, Namjoon lets out a deep exhale and rubs his temples. He was ecstatic at finally locating, immediately wanting you to recuperate.

But this, this just diminishes all the hopes he had with your recovery, tying his hands together completely.

Seokjin makes brief eye contact with him and gestures him to follow after outside of the room, knowing that simply gazing at your sickly form wouldn’t allow his friend to think logically.

Once the door closes, Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to indulge Namjoon in his thoughts. “We have to go back.”

Before Namjoon can retaliate, he continues, “They’ve used a poison Jimin isn’t usually familiar with ‒ that means we’re dealing with something specific here and the one way to find a cure is to go back where the poison was found.”

“An antidote.” Namjoon annunciates in realization, “It’s worth a try.”

Seokjin hums, “I’ll go ask Jimin how much time we have.”

Namjoon nods, continuing to pace around with knitted brows. Seokjin re-emerges after a moment, but the expression on his features isn’t one Namjoon was hoping for.

“Three hours.”

The alarming news simply aids to add more weight to Namjoon’s shoulders, but he knows that if there’s any chance in saving your life, he would take it within a heartbeat.

Seokjin keenly eyes him, and he knows exactly what he needs to do.

***

Going back is on par with welcoming death and destruction towards his gates ‒ and it’s something that both he and Seokjin have the displeasure of facing.

Seokjin bolts towards a wall, crouching down immediately to avoid the splinter of bullets flying over his head.

“Is it just me or do they seem rather angrier this time around?” He playfully questions, cocking his gun and positioning it to fire back. A small smile curls on Namjoon’s lips at the latter’s sense of humour during such a dire time, yet he can’t help but counter on his own part.

“I would be too if I broke in for a second time and made a mess out of their building.” He aims alongside Seokjin, shooting back with twice the force.

“Well, if they happen to ruin this face of mine, I can’t promise that I won’t do anything.” He hurriedly rushes forward, getting into a more compromising but better position for him to fire back.

Namjoon shakes his head, acknowledging that his partner was simply trying to ease up the tension augmenting in him, but the steadily growing numbers surrounding them counteract all of his intentions. Although he had trusted Jimin to look after you in hopes of a faster recovery, he can’t help but think how much his absence has rendered them in a disarray.

Seokjin carefully heads forward with time, opting out to simply striking down the resistance rather than waste anymore of his precious bullets. Namjoon’s eyes light up in recognition when his actions form a clear pathway, and he doesn’t hesitate to sprint forward.

“It was around here, no?” Seokjin mumbles as his eyes flicker around, exhausted beyond belief but content that the two of them made it through. Namjoon hums, the walls feeling familiar and the passageway striking a recollection from him.

Together, him and Seokjin quickly thread through the hall and target the room where Namjoon had discovered your cell. Seokjin isn’t entirely sure if they can find something there, but he rather not leave any stone unturned in the midst of their presence in the area again.

At the sound of rustling, Seokjin places a hand on his shoulder and steadies him back.

Save for the empty cell in the corner and the bare room, a shadow is cast against the ground, bustling around the area.

The two of them are in hiding, cautiously watching the burly man’s actions from a bird’s eye view. He suddenly pauses in his tracks, head snapping in their direction.

His deep voice breaks the silence, “Who’s there?”

Despite neither of them making a single peep, the man stands his ground, eyeing the corner. Seokjin eventually sighs, raising his gun and slowly coming out of the dark.

Namjoon follows behind him and Seokjin’s stare is intent, prepared to seek out answers, “Y/N L/N. Do you know of her?”

His eyes flicker, a gigantic grin spreading across his features, “One of the spies.” He utters right away, “You must be the Kim’s.”

Seokjin keeps his gaze concentrated as he steps forward in intrigue, interested in their sudden appearance rather than blatantly disgusted.

Once he stands a couple of metres across from them, a question slips from him, “Why are you here?”

At that, Seokjin glances at Namjoon from the corner of his eye, holding back his words with the intent of being vague.

He smirks, before a chuckle escapes him, morphing into a boisterous laugh. It startles the two of them as he lowers his head, the brutish smile not leaving once.

“She’s dying, isn’t she?” He shakes his head in amusement, “I’m not very surprised, she was always the weakest out of us.”

His lingering smile causes Namjoon’s pupils to flare, “You should be happy too, no? You’ve just gotten rid of one of our insects.”

It’s like a sudden flash. One moment Seokjin is aiming his gun at this person with the intent of information in mind, the next Namjoon is pinning him against the wall, voice rough and spiking up.

“My wife is dying, how could you possibly think I would be happy?!”

“Namjoon.”

He huffs, releasing the man immediately and stepping back. Seokjin glances at him in concern, before directing his piercing gaze to the individual that’s fallen onto the ground.

“Where. is. the. antidote?” He grits out, only for him to laugh in retaliation.

“As if I’ll ever tell you anything.”

Seokjin’s eye twitches, “Then I have no use for you.”

He fires without grimacing, scarlet splattering all over the ground. Stepping away, he gestures Namjoon to follow him.

The latter stares at him in confusion when he begins surveying your cell, simply baffled at the way his friend paces around and examines the bars carefully.

After a moment of contemplation, Namjoon speaks up, “What are you doing?”

Seokjin doesn’t retort, choosing to instead crouch down and crawl into the cell himself. Reaching into the pocket of his suit’s jacket, he yanks out a vial and a swab, carefully rolling it over the ground where Namjoon had first discovered you.

A sound of exhilaration leaves him, and Namjoon is still left staring in bewilderment as he rises to his feet and stares at the vile with a spark in his eyes.

“It’s traces of the poison.” He clarifies, “Sure it’s mixed in with some blood, but I figured this would be enough for our chance at reproducing it and creating an antidote instead.”

Namjoon’s mouth falls agape as Seokjin places the vile away safely with a soft smile. He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping through.

“Seokjin, you genius.”

His friend sends him a knowing smile to counteract, and they begin to head out of the room, fully aware that they’ve found a potential source to a solution. However the alarming sound of voices results in them halting their steps, becoming one with the surrounding walls instead.

If the two of them thought it was difficult getting into the building a second time around, there’s a sickening surprise waiting for them.

Three, Seven, Twelve? Namjoon can’t even begin to count the individuals practically pouring into the room, eyes snapping up to meet Seokjin’s which are also twisted up in disbelief. The thought of trying to get past them barely comes across as a suggestion, but when Seokjin’s eyes glimmer for the briefest of seconds, Namjoon knows there’s only one simple way to counteract.

Keeping a firm hold on his gun, he leaps for the opportunity when Seokjin begins to sprint.

Their sudden movement and sound alerts the ears of the dwellers, voices spiking up and heavy footsteps beginning to grow in volume. From the split second that bullets start to fire, the two of them quickly take cover.

Seokjin heaves, “If I end up dying here today, can you promise me that you and Y/N will name your first child after me?”

Namjoon takes out his gun, staring at the former perplexed, “Don’t be in such a hurry to plan your own funeral.” He narrows his eyes, attempting to focus on the mass of individuals heading in their direction.

The question lingers in his mind, making him shake his head. “And what makes you so sure it’ll be a boy?”

Seokjin shrugs, “If it’s a girl you can still name her after me.”

Namjoon continues to stare at him flabbergasted, but once the sound of a gun firing hits his ears, he swivels around.

“Nevermind that, we have company.” Raising his gun, he begins to rapidly fire the weapon as Seokjin does the same, but nonetheless it seems like their efforts are futile from the steadily growing numbers.

“What do you say?” Namjoon asks in amusement, cocking his head in their direction.

Seokjin simply smirks in response, before leaving his cover and grabbing the first person he sees. His knee rams into their head, their form slumping onto the ground as he raises his gun at another, shooting them instantly.

Namjoon soon follows through, aiding him by using as much physical force as possible. However in the midst of the chaos, Seokjin is slammed against a wall, immediately wincing in pain.

He pushes the individual away, but there’s an angry blotch of red beginning to seep from his suit’s jacket, and that’s when he hears the faintest of clinks resonates against the ground.

Seokjin’s eyes threaten to pop out of their sockets, a familiar vile with a broken cap landing onto the ground and rolling about. He attempts to swiftly retrieve it right away, but before he has a chance to do so or to inform Namjoon, the man that threw him against the wall slams his foot down with a huge grin.

“NO!” He curses, resulting in Namjoon whipping his head around in concern, only to see remains of the poison split on the ground. He isn’t even given a chance to think of a way back to possibly retrieve more, two hands grabbing onto his jacket and threatening to rearrange his perfectly sculpted face.

Gritting his teeth as he takes his gun out, he doesn’t even hesitate to fire as Namjoon hurriedly dashes over.

“We have to collect the poison again somehow.” He continues to shoot, mumbling his words as defeat runs through him, “There has to be a way.”

Seokjin doesn’t get a chance to respond, “You’ll be better off in just letting her die.”

Namjoon swivels at the sound of the voice, the man grinning. In fact, the closer he looks, the more he can see the exhilaration surfacing on other faces.

The same man speaks, words becoming more venomous, “We’ll have finally gotten rid of that leech once and for all.”

Namjoon is truly speechless. Here he was, desperate to find an antidote, lingering drops from splotches of the poison, anything possible that would allow you to continue breathing ‒ all in the midst of being surrounded by individuals you would consider to be a part of your family.

There’s not even a single morsel of concern in the people in front of him.

“H-How…” He mumbles, eyes blinking in disbelief, “How can you be so happy to kill a member of your own family?”

“She was compromised.” The man spits out, as if it should be enough of a justification for their horrid actions, “She deserves to have death invited at her doorstep.”

It’s simply unfathomable what overcomes Namjoon in that single second, be it anguish, fury, or even disgust at how deep your vengeance and hatred for each other’s families runs.

He despises how much of a tool you really are, and with how strikingly parallel your routes are, like two sides of the same coin.

Unable to describe what consumes him in that moment, he ultimately decides it would be best for his actions to speak for themself instead. Seokjin blinks at the abrupt surge of strength he suddenly displays, but opts out in aiding his friend instead of questioning it.

Namjoon doesn’t remember how many times he’s grimaced or had a wave of pain jolt through his body, his partner having to forcefully drag him away for an escape instead of continuing to fight back. He chooses to follow, fully aware that any moment longer was a minute away from you surviving through the day.

Although Seokjin races at the prospect of obtaining more of the poison, Namjoon is unsure if it would be enough, if the destroyed remains of the vile he had previously collected was the last of what could have potentially saved you. It sends him into a state of distraught, failure probing into his mind as he slows down.

A feeble arm suddenly shoots out, grasping onto his shoulder and abruptly whisking him into a room. The door is slammed shut and Namjoon blinks, remaining vigilant as tension floods through his form.

The bleak room is completely silent, save for the middle-aged man that quickly turns away from him and begins to rummage through a row of shelves in the corner.

Namjoon’s hand threateningly lingers on his gun, irises locked onto and scrutinizing every action of the man before him. He continues to peer around before Namjoon, searching as if he had lost something.

His frail hands wrap around a small bottle, carefully inspecting it before he turns. There’s a soft smile curved at the corners of his lips, eyes kind and inviting.

Namjoon can only stare in puzzlement as the man reaches out for his hand, gently tightening his own fingers around the bottle. He peers up, smile reaching his crinkling eyes as he lightly pats Namjoon’s hand.

“Take care of her.” He quietly says and that’s when Namjoon’s orbs are darting all over the man’s features. His soft smile, the kind eyes, the way his presence is not hostile nor hateful, simply silent and tender in its presence.

The similarity is striking the more he thinks about it, mind flashing back to the day you became husband and wife. His memory finally allows him to distinctly remember the identity of the man, the very person who had gently brought you down the aisle and the same presence that faithfully watched over you as you agreed to the priest’s vows.

His hand tightens around the bottle and he firmly nods, noticing a sense of deep relief that fills the elder’s eyes.

He jolts as the door strikes open, a fumbling and clearly fatigued Seokjin glancing around. At the sight of the man close to Namjoon, he instantly rushes forward, but is stopped when his friend raises a hand in front of him.

“Let’s go.”

Seokjin stares at him baffled but when Namjoon raises his hand and showcases the bottle he holds, his eyes light up in recognition and he nods.

In the process of escaping, Namjoon turns back for the briefest of movements, a faint glimmer of water appearing in the elder man’s eyes.

Jimin instantly scrambles to his feet.

“What happened?”

Seokjin simply shakes his head, fully aware of his own disarranged appearance that involves his jacket splotched with red and teared into shambles. Namjoon is within a similar state, and although Jimin is previously accustomed to the sight, his eyes can’t help but linger at how utterly exhausted and battered the two individuals before him look.

Namjoon’s orbs hold a glint with them, eyes eagerly darting around to catch a glimpse of the bed you were situated on. A grimace runs through Jimin, and he shifts, revealing the view of your deteriorating state behind him.

Your skin appears as if someone drained all the life out of you. Instead of the parched appearance you had before, this time sweat has collected against your forehead and lashes, the sight of twisted veins beginning to steadily form against your neck and forearms.

Namjoon harshly inhales, pupils frantically darting all over you. Jimin is rendered silent, unsure if there’s anything he can say that would aid the former.

Seokjin beats him to it, showcasing the bottle in hands that has Jimin’s brows perking up. He immediately snatches it, exiting the room within seconds.

Namjoon collapses onto a chair near your beside, shoulders deflating with defeat. Seokjin walks over and stands by him, gaze raking over the way you continue to let out shallow breaths, colour rapidly depleting from your skin.

A moment of silence passes by in wait of Jimin’s return, but every minute feels too drawn out, as if time was growing stall and running out of patience.

You let out a small cough and Namjoon’s head snaps up, rising from the chair.

Seeming harmless at first, it morphs into a wheeze, as if you were struggling to breath. Namjoon is deduced to simply watching as your chest heaves, unable to do anything.

Seokjin disappears from the room in search of Jimin, but as he returns, he’s astounded to see his friend’s eyes glossed over right before he turns away.

The two of them exchange a look before Jimin hastily advances forward, crouching by your bedside and administering whatever he could conjure within the short time person via a syringe. Seokjin aids him by constricting your movements so as to not make the process difficult, but the effects on your body don’t seem to fade even as the antidote makes its way through your system.

Seokjin turns around with a sigh, placing a comforting hand on Namjoon’s downturned posture. His back is still facing you, his forehead scrunched in his hands as his shoulders shake the slightest.

As the three of them helplessly stand and pace around the room, a large inhale suddenly slips from your lips and captures everyone’s attention, the slightest tinge of pink beginning to gradually spread over your skin.

You gaze into the mirror, one hand raising up to gather your dangling locks while the other searches around for a pin. The small token of metal falls within your gasps and you carefully fasten it in, tucking them behind.

It compliments the ruby red gown you're wearing, the material silky to touch and dropping down to cascade into a long train that spreads onto the ground. It’s paired with your hair briefly tossed into a part, a faint glow of purple sitting at the base of your throat.

Your hands come to rest by your side, stare roaming around the image that is reflected back at you until you catch sight of the corner, noticing a pair of eyes with crossed arms and furrowed brows watching your every single gesture.

A small smile cracks on your lips, and you’re already aware of the words he’s aching to spew.

“You should really be resting.”

You resume fiddling around with your dress, ensuring it was secure enough. “You already know my answer to that.”

Namjoon deeply sighs, pushing himself off the wall and striding over to you. You can tell he’s tired of simply observing you, watching for the hints of your skin paling or for a cough to suddenly break out of you in between your reassuring and coaxing words.

Although you can understand his genuine concern, news of coming across the person that wanted Namjoon dead at a mass banquet reigned heavier on you. You hadn’t hesitated to prepare yourself for the occasion, knowing that it would be a difficult task to have something escape by your perceptive eyes.

But Namjoon can’t admit defeat, frantically circling around you near the mirror on the table. You immediately swivel around, eyes coming into contact with his right away.

His hands rest against the edge on either side of you, leaning against your form.

“What if you feel unwell?”

You can’t stop the earnest smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, hand reaching out to softly rest against his cheek.

“We need to figure out what’s going on and I’m not going to let you do that alone.”

Namjoon’s shoulders slump down and even though you understand to a certain degree, just solely based on how you can still feel fatigue beneath your lids and your limbs aching despite being able to walk, the thought of encountering the person that nearly tried to kill your husband alongside you is frightening enough on it’s own.

He shakes his head, an exhale leaving him in defeat. As you laugh at the gesture, his amused eyes snap up to meet yours.

The laughter suddenly diminishes, hand slowly dropping down the longer your eyes stay connected. There’s a weight in his gaze you recall seeing before, the memory of having him close abruptly arising in your mind and spreading a sweltering tinge of heat to your skin.

You can tell that his mind is swimming with the same thought, irises darting down to your lips for the briefest of moments. Your body moves on it’s own, his lips hovering so closely that you can feel his warmth breath against your skin.

Your eyes flutter shut.

“We know who’s running the gathering! I couldn’t believe tha‒”

Jimin’s voice dies out as you and Namjoon break apart in an instant. There’s still a rapid hue of red radiating from your skin and Namjoon sheepishly stares at the ground, seemingly pretending that he's just simply standing next to you prior to the intrusion.

Jimin glances back and forth perplexed between the two of you as Seokjin shows up from behind him.

“Did I interrupt something…?”

“N-No!” You clear your throat immediately, waving your hands, “Y-You were saying…?

He stares back at you almost as if not fully convinced and Seokjin quirks up an amused brow at Namjoon, who has decided that staring at the ground while cursing underneath his breath is the right mode of action.

“Uh, well, as I was saying…” Jimin carefully says, noticing both Namjoon’s and your own attentive eyes shifting back to him, “We managed to figure out the identity of the person leading this gathering, and it’s someone you know very well.”

Namjoon tilts his head to the side and Seokjin slips him a photograph, his eyes widening.

“Hoseok?”

Jimin hums, “Apparently, he’s been keeping a low profile after Taehyung’s demise and associating with lesser known parties from your company, including the man that was after you.”

Seokjin hands him a picture of the man’s corpse, the very person you had shot, being seen conversing with Hoseok prior to the incident.

Namjoon peers around at the information with a scoff, glancing up at Jimin, “So you’re thinking that if we can find him, he’ll be able to provide us some answers.”

“More or less, but perhaps in a nicer way.” Jimin innocently grins, assuming that the shareholder will be kind enough to talk without any added persuasion.

Namjoon nods as Seokjin collects the evidence, carefully storing it away. Taking your hand, the four of you prepare to infiltrate the banquet.

***

It’s surprising grandiose for what was proposed as a quick get together.

A chandelier hangs low from the ceiling, illuminating conversing faces and greeting guests with the faintest of glows. There’s faces among the small groups that you don’t recognize right away, understanding the assumption Jimin gave that many of the individuals present are ones part of the business, but never indulged with outside of the company. It makes all of you on alert, patiently waiting for the man of the hour that has seemed to create an audience without their knowledge.

As your eyes roam around the crowd with intrigue, you’re taken aback for a moment. There is indeed unfamiliarity with the presence of those around you, but somehow the situation reminds you of the time you were first wedded to Namjoon, innocently presented as his wife to gawking eyes despite the fact that your own were scrutinizing their every trait.

Your eyes do continue to wander about in search of a person by your husband’s side, but at the same time, it’s different.

Your eyes glance over at Namjoon, who stands beside you as your hand is looped around his arm, not a single drop of naivety in his expression.

Eyes firmly set in stone, his jaw is tightened as his sharp gaze is on the brink of memorizing every single individual’s face.

A smile unknowingly rises on your lips, and when your hold on him tightens, Namjoon jostles and diverts his attention to you.

In an instant, his features soften, eyes gazing at you curiously. “Is something wrong?”

You hastily shake your head, “I was just remembering the gathering we attended after our marriage.”

A line draws in between his brows until a glimmer of light flickers, a breathtaking smile rising on his lips.

“When I introduced you to members in my company.” You nod as his eyes scan his surroundings, slowly comprehending the connection you’ve made.

He diverts his attention to you again, “Were you...nervous? From meeting all those people?”

“A little.” You admit, “I already knew who they all were and the stories behind their backgrounds.”

Namjoon hums, “I was mainly occupied with digging up information in those moments...”

“Did you feel nervous around me?”

“Um, not quite.” A chuckle leaves your lips and Namjoon’s eyes light up at the sound, curiously gazing at you, “I think to say, I was very taken aback when the heir to the Kim empire had a set of indoor plants he was tending to…”

A flush creeps onto Namjoon and the laughter slips out of you, raising your hand to cover your mouth. He eventually laughs with you, sheepishly shaking his head in embarrassment.

“It seems like I left quite the impression on you.”

He eyes you with a smile and you return it, sight landing back on the crowds of people immersed in conversation. There still isn’t any visibility of the Hoseok and with that, you slump down with a wistful sigh.

“You know,” Namjoon’s deep voice beckons you, “You look very beautiful tonight.”

Your eyes widen and you realize his stare is fixated on the jewel that sits on your neck before his eyes flicker up, meeting yours with a tender smile on his lips.

Despite knowing that Namjoon doesn’t shy away from giving compliments, there’s a heat that spreads over your skin as you abruptly grow bashful. However the moment you connect your gaze with his once again, your breath hitches in your throat.

There’s something brewing beneath his lids, his gaze feeling heavier than before. You can’t seem to look away, left wondering if he can see it reflected in your eyes.

You bite down on your bottom lip, a gesture his eyes are quick to follow with. His breathing becomes laboured and you can’t seem to recall if you were the one that shifted closer, but the moment Namjoon flutters his eyes shut and presses forward, there’s no hesitation on your part.

His lips collide with your own and you have to stifle back the moan that threatens to escape from you. In an instant, his hands are circling around your waist, one of them lifting up to firmly hold the nape of your neck in place. His kisses are a mixture of desperate yet passionate, clouding your mind into a complete daze.

You’re no longer able to contain the carnal urge that bubbles up, a soft sigh managing to leave your lips. Namjoon abruptly breaks apart from you, his chest heaving.

Your hand is suddenly grasped as you’re being roughly tugged away, head still swirling with heat. You’re only given the opportunity to register the sound of a door opening before being promptly slammed shut, your back falling right against the cold wood.

Within seconds, Namjoon’s lips are crashing against yours and this time you have no courtesy holding back the wanton moans that tumble from your mouth. Namjoon hungrily presses against you as your hands loop against his neck, kissing him back with just as much desperation.

His insatiable hands are roaming down your waist, the heat of his palms ghosting over your thighs. A gasp leaves your lips when he suddenly grunts and lifts you up, your fingers attempting to find secure purchase around his neck before you can topple over.

His lips are molding against yours in no time, his tongue slipping in with no reservations. You welcome the muscle into the heat of your caverns, mouths nearly battling against each other as if engaged within a ruthless warfare.

His mouth abruptly breaks apart from you, and before you have the chance to complain from the loss of contact, the scorching heat of his breath is washing over the skin of your neck. Your eyes lull back, your bottom lip becoming battered from your merciless biting. He unexpectedly suckles the juncture behind your ear, drawing out a breathy whine out from you.

A loud blare bursts through the room, and on the third ring, you tumble into Namjoon’s arms as he reluctantly places you down.

Namjoon yanks his phone out, his chest rising and falling as if he has been running through a marathon.

“What?”

The sharpness in his voice has your eyes peering upwards, attempting to catch your breath.

“What?” Namjoon suddenly says again, “He’s here?”

It’s transparent to you ‒ the way Namjoon is failing at steading his breath, eyes having taken upon a carnal appearance, but how he’s trying to think straight, desire-stricken eyes frantically darting around.

For some reason, it stirs up a painful ache in the pit of your stomach.

“Okay.” His voice sounds clearer now, accompanied with a hum, “Keep an eye on him, we’re coming.”

The line is cut off and Namjoon reaches his hand out for you, but it’s hard to ignore the way his eyes can’t seem to leave your form.

“Y/N?” He breathes out and your daze snaps, grasping onto him.

The door widens and you hurriedly rush out together.

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violetfaust · 3 years

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(Belated) TFATWS 1.3 roundup

This will probably be surprising to anyone whom I’ve subjected to my megaton of tfatws reblogs--but ep 1.3 was my least favorite of the series so far. And unfortunately every time I try to put together my breezy little liveblogging impressions, I get immediately stuck wanting to write ten paragraphs of WHY it’s my least favorite, which, in so many words: too little Sam POV. And by this time, plenty of other people who agree with me on this have written plenty of thoughtful threads on why, so I am just going to...let it go. For the moment. (And maybe just make it a separate ten-paragraph post.) Anyway, tl;dr:

I still enjoyed the episode

I’m still loving the show

I still think we’ll get emotional and dramatic payoff; BUT

I’m disappointed with my fave’s treatment this time around.

Okay! Got it down to one paragraph and a bulleted list. Onward.

I’m relieved that Isaiah is at least in the previouslys.

I dunno, man, that cheesy commercial alone doesn’t make the GRC seem like the good guys, even before you follow it up with Walker throwing his weight around.

“Do you know who I am?” And just like that, Walker shows his true colors and proves he’s not worthy of the legacy. Because he’s a person who allows power and fame to corrupt him.

So is Zemo Nazi/Hydra or is he just a Nazi/Hydra fanboy?

“What are you reading?” “Machiavelli.” “Yeah, you definitely seem like the kind of guy to break out of high-security prison. This is a good idea.”

“We are NOT breaking him out!!!” *puppy dog eyes* “sigh. fine”

I know the fandom loves Zemo, but man he is a little bitch. It literally takes him three minutes to start breaking down both Bucky and Sam. How the fuck did he even get his hands on Bucky’s notebook? (see below) Excuse me, Steve’s notebook. <x3

“Heartbreaking: Worst person you know just made a great point.”--> Sam re: Zemo and Marvin Gaye.

So Karli is friends with a cute little girl, sees her mother/mentor die unnecessarily, and just wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, and we think she’s the villain? NO.

This is getting super long so....below.

Heartbreaking Pt. 2: Yes, Sam, Zemo is right and you look good in the suit. (That is impeccable pattern matching, btw. I did not watch seven seasons of Project Runway for nothing.)

Okay, I should save this for my ten-paragraph bitching post but: I KNOW the trope of “undercover guy has to eat something gross to pass” is objectively funny. But Sam is from Louisiana. I can guarantee you the man has eaten frog and/or alligator AT LEAST once. In fact, since the family business is shrimping, there’s a non-zero chance that he has prepared and served super-gross foods such as six-inch sea cockroaches with heads and ganglia attached. He should NOT have been fazed by a cocktail with fresh snake gonads or whatever those were. You know what would have been a funny take? Sam knocks back the drink, then says: “Delicious. And [pointing to Zemo] one for my friend here.” (AM is hilarious here though.)

“Power Broker, really?” Goes with “Smiling Tiger is a bad name” and “Battlestar? Stop the car!” (Frankly, a person still going by “Winter Soldier” does not have a lot of room to criticize here...)

How does Zemo wearing a cool coat and dancing like a cute dork make up for what he’s doing to Bucky here? Sebstan had tears shining in his eyes.

Love language: “You good?”

The layers of Sam, an African American man from the South, watching another human, his friend, apparently being sold...

REALLY? Sam didn’t put his phone on silent? (Bless Sarah for being a civilian and not playing along...)

HOWEVER this is a pretty ugly reminder in this episode when Zemo is throwing around his zillions and his private plane while Sam can’t get a loan to save his family business.

Was it Sharon who killed Selby? I’m confused?

Sharon! Being the poster woman for landing on her feet. Good for her. And thank you, Sharon, for having a wardrobe of men’s wear in Bucky and Sam’s sizes. Although if you could have gotten one of them to wear that sequined number...

It is just hard to accept that Steve and the Avengers did her SO dirty that they simply ignored her in the two years they were on the run. (It also doesn’t gibe with Sam and even Bucky seeming to know Sharon, since they never met before CW.) Come to think of it though, I don’t remember how Steve even got himself pardoned after IW?

I’ve read the theories that she might be the Power Broker, which seems unlikely purely on the practical basis that if she was blipped for five years she’d lose her standing, but this is Marvel, so who cares about making sense? If she is, I hope she’s not treated as a flat-out villain; maybe she deliberately let Karli and her group get the SS serum rather than Hydra wannabes?

Let’s hear it for Sharon--kicking ass and not even bothering with the names.

Nagel is the most villainous villain who has villained here so far. What a waste.

So there are up to twelve SS serum doses left. Calling it now: Walker is going to do whatever he has to in order to get his hands on one of them.

However I do NOT want Sam to take one. He doesn’t need to be superpowered to be a hero.

“Partners each convinced the other is the sidekick.”

We’ve all been waiting for this callback.

That had better not be the last of Sharon. She has her own minion--this should be good.

Look: the only reason Bucky would even CONSIDER taking the shield is that Sam says he doesn’t want it. (And I’m not sure he even IS seriously considering it so much as trying to make Sam reconsider.)

So I said this elsewhere but: apparently Zemo is redeemable. Sharon killed about fourteen people this episode alone. Bucky killed “almost everyone he ever met.” Sam offed helicopters full of terrorists in ep 1. Karli’s victims are not exactly innocent--they are hoarding resources meant for those refugee children and sick people. I am not giving up on my daughter for this. ;-)

Heartbreaking #3: Bucky and Sam were dead for five years so it’s not exactly fair to call them out for not visiting the Sokovia memorial but...would they have thought of it?

WAKANDA! Finally! They’ve been teasing it since ep 1 but I didn’t think we’d actually get there. (Although I’m 100% sure that Shuri is one of the nine numbers in Bucky’s phone.)

Not a lot of Sambucky this time around, although we did get

Sam being a sweetly worried boyfriend throughout. Sam calling him “Buck” at least three times--with no pushback.

Bucky very determinedly NOT looking at ALL at shirtless Sam. Not at all.

And POSSIBLY Bucky reading a self-help book about forming strong erotic love relationships.

#tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #otp: coworkers #baron zemo #sharon carter #karli morgenthau #op

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anemonenemerosa · 4 years

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Omg if you’re taking requests for coops, maybe sirius showing up with a huge bouquet of roses and remus and the team not being able to handle it, or the team trying to stealthily follow them on their first date by like hiding behind pillars and having code names lol. oR sirius asking for the teams help to do something for remus. hope one of these peaks your interest!

Dear Anon,

you have not been forgotten! I just needed a moment to come up with something.

Abort Mission!

He would rather eat a skate than admitting that he's a total sap and yet, here we are.

Remus was lying on a blanket in the middle of a wildflower meadow at the edge of lolligo-lake in the park, surrounded by candles, his head on his boyfrieds lap while being fed strawberries by said boyfried.

He absolutely loved it! And even more, he loved that Sirius obviously loved it. His dopey smile hadn’t left his face since he removed Remus' blindfold on the blanket.

Little did Remus know that in the nearby shrubbery, a certain Russian tried to not freak-out as a little spider slowly roped down in front of his face.

"Kuny be quiet! They will hear us!" Nado was on edge.

"NADO is spider, might bite us, might be ve- veno... Might be bad!" Kuny whisper-yelled while leaning as far away as possible without leaving the greenery.

"You are 6'4'' Russian terror on legs! Stop getting spooked by a tiny spider."

"But spider..."

"There are no venomous spiders in Gryffindor. Keep calm, love." Nado patted the head of his, secretly very soft and sensitive, flatmate in a calming way.

Nados phone lit up with a message.

WHAT THEY HELL ARE THE DISASTER TWINS DOING?! THEY WILL BE SEEN! – The coolest Team

Who? – Voice of reason?

Kuny and Nado. – The coolest Team

This night will be over before I have learned that. – Voice of Reason

On the other side of the completely undisturbed and definitely not spied on couple, Kasey and James were laying flat on the ground between the high grass, binoculars rised.

"See anyone snooping on our precious lovebirds, Kase?"

"You mean except us?"

"Oi! We're not snooping, we protect them. With love. No one dare interrupting my lovesick puppies. I will take them all down before they even come close!!"

"Endearing, Pots. I think I already have like nine ticks at my- Hell no!" Kasey dropped his binoculars and started frantically tapping on his phone.

I think they have spotted the Voice of Reason! Abort approach! – The coolest Team

Who? – Voice of Reason

YOU! Stir the boat away from the shore before they can make out your faces! – Disaster Twins

Whose idea was it with the stupid code names anyway? – Voice of Reason

Oh, Shut up Dumo, they're brilliant! – The coolest Team

No. No, they're not. – Lovebirds

It's Talker here and they are brilliant! – Voice of Reason

NO! Do not betray me! – Voice of Reason

Nicknames is fun. Not have much fun here! Spider try kill us! – Disaster Twins

Oh, hell xD – Lovebirds

"Oh my god, this is gold!" Leo sniggered and leaned out of the giant hammock they've installed the day prior in the crown of a large weeping willow, directly above Remus and Sirius.

He and his two boys were scheduled to keep an overview of proceedings and who would say no to a night out in a hammock with the hottest guys of the NHL, which just so happened to be his boyfriends? Even if the occasion was absolutely ludicrous, he was in.

"But the codenames are bad." Logan put his binoculars down to rub at his eyes.

"Well, Pots came up with them, what did you expect?"

"True." Logan yawned and carefully rolled over to bury his face in Finns chest.

"It's funny in Potty's flat and stupid sense of humour. I Mean Lovebirds. Us. In the tree. In a Hammock that resembles a nest. Not subtle but entertaining."

"Shut up Fish." The other two groaned in unison.

"What is that?" Leo sat up, making grabby hands for Logan's spy glasses.

"What?" Finn peaked up, too.

"Over there, near Kuny and Nado"

"You mean the disaster twins?"

"Finn you're sleeping in your own bed tonight." Leo was getting a little irritated with these stupid, overcomplicating names. Potter!

"Ok."

"Alone."

"NOOOOOOO!" Finn was a man! He would never whine! But he did.

"Then shut up, there are people coming! Logan, send an alert."

Hey, Nado there is a group of teenage girls approaching! – Lovebirds

Oh no. And it’s Disaster Twins. – The coolest team

And sure, when Nado turned around there was a gaggle of gushing girls ducking a few feet away in the same bushes, peaking out to get a glimpse at the unsuspecting couple in the meadow. Nado tried to stand very still while also looking intimidating wnough to scare the girly away. If I don't move, they won't see me. Just like in Jurassic Park.

"Nado."

"WHat?" This time, it was the addressee's turn to whisper-yell.

"I'm think is too much same." Kuny quietly fidgeted with his hands.

"What?"

"They and we. Should feel bad for snooping on cap. We just like girls."

"Kuny, we do not snoop. We protect!"

"Sure?"

"...no." Nado, veeery slowly, turned to his phone.

Hey guys, you think we've taken this too far? -Disaster Twins

Why, what would ever make you think that? - Lovebirds

WE. NEED. TO. PROTECT. – The coolest Team

And who is gonna protect them from you? Or... us? – The voice of Reason

OH SHIT! One of the girls in the shrubbery is Adele!!!! – Disaster Twins

Has she seen you? – Voice of Reason

ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSON! – The coolest Team

My end is near. Farewell, friends. It was tolerable knowing you. – Voice of Reason

RIP Dumo. - Lovebirds

After watching the others flee the scene, more or less stealthily, Leo turned to Finn and Logan.

"Think we're we done now?"

"Seems like it." Finn just shrugged.

"Then let's go home."

"We can't." Logan stopped mid getting up and looked at Leo.

"Why?"

"Caps and Loops cannot not notice us climbing down the tree directly besides them. And so far, I think we might be the safest of them all."

"Right." Logan plopped down again.

"Well... We have blankets, it's a mild night with a clear sky..." Finn just noticed airily. And continued with a little smile while his boys were following along with interest.

"We're together..."

"Rather romantic up here isn't it, with the branches like curtains..." Leo continued with bright eyes.

"Might make the best out of it?" Logan patted suggestively at his side.

"YES!!!" Leo exclaimed in a very quiet whoop and flung himself between the others.

Little did Remus know... Or, did he?

Three days earlier...

Remus created HELP!

Re added Lils to the group-chat.

Re added Nat to the group-chat.

Sweetie, what's the matter? - Nat

Sirius and I will have our first official date in three days. - Re

Yes, baby! - Nat

Whoooo! - Lils

What do you need? - Lils

They are up to something. - Re

Who? - Nat

Potts and Kase. - Re

What do you mean? - Nat

Yes, they are. - Lils

What do you know lils? - Re

James is too excited. Somethings Fishy. - Lils

You think Finn is in there, too? - Re

xD - Nat

Not what I meant, but most likely. Yeah. - Lils

But why? - Nat

I don't know. - Lils

Hey, let's add Celeste. She can read Dumo like a book and if Finn is involved, Logan is, too. - Nat

...And then Dumo knows... and then Celeste knows. - Lils

Correct! - Nat

Remus added Celeste to the group-chat

Bonsoir messieurs dames! What is the occasion? - Celeste

Remus and Sirius are going to have a date and some of the other idiots are up to something, you know something? - Lils

HEY! - Re

You are not an idiot, love but you boyfried.... -Lils

... Fair. - Re

Ohhhh, that is happening. Pascal is very excited! Je suis content pour toi, Remus. - Celeste

Thank you, Celeste <3 But do you know whether they are planning some nerve-racking stuff to destroy my moment? - Re

I will not let that happen! - Celeste

Leave it to us, sweetie, we're gonna stop them. - Nat

Oh, I don't want them to stop. - Re

Really? - Lils

I want them to regret. - Re

LOVE IT! - Nat

YES! I'm in. - Lils

Absulemont. - Celeste

I love you all. - Re

Two hours before the date...

Everything is ready. – Nat

Thank you!!! – Re

You get an update after your date. - Lils

Adele is ready and wants you to know that she got it. Now go and don't worry ma chérie. - Celeste

Alright :D Love you! - Re

The morning after the date...

When Kuny and Noda arrived at the locker room, about five minutes late, they were in for a shock. Every stall of the 'Mission protect- squad' was plastered with photographs of them spying. The guys that politely declined any involvement were chirping them badly for being that bad in secrecy.

They would probably never hear the end of it.

Although, no pictures of O'Knutzy were taken during the mission, there were indeed pictures of them setting up the hammock.

Sirius and Remus were nowhere to be seen... the quiet was freaking them more out than any yelling ever could.

And then, it came down on them. Cap and Loops were already waiting on the ice with snacks for the team and death-drills for the assholes.

"We'll never do that again!"

"Snooping on our Cap and PT? No, they are too much of a powerful combination."

"But how did they get all the photos?"

"Adele." Dumos face was crestfallen.

"But that means-" Nado piqued up while rubbing his sore ass.

"Celeste." Dumo nodded.

"Oh, hell." Leo muttered while he and Finn dragged an almost passed-out Logan along. If his exclamation concerned that or the evil genius of Dumo's wife, no one knew.

"Probably Lily and Natalie, too." James and Kasey were leaning against each other.

"No chance. Too smart." Kuny shook his head while he softly kneaded Nados shoulders.

"Caps and Loops are gonna pay for that mean trickery." The desperation on Dumo's face was replaced with utter determination.

"I've pranked people before they were even out of their diapers! With my own wife, nontheless! Je n'accepterai pas la défaite!"

"What have we done...."

I really hope you like it!

Writing it was a lot of fun. I would never laugh at my own jokes.

As always stay safe and channel your inner Hufflepuff <3

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midnight-writ3r · 4 years

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Bad for you pt.3

Mark Lee x Genderneutral reader

Inspired by: Idk I have intense straight feelings for Mark Lee ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Summary: Just when you think Mark has left your life for good, he appears at your window, with a black rose in hand and a startling request on his tongue.

Genre: Fluff, mystery, strangers to lovers

A/N: He is back!! The bad boy from the window is back! And he is ready to sweep you off your feet! (I´m sorry, this is really all over the place and I have no idea where I´m going with it, but I just really wanted this piece of self-indulgence…)

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A couple of days, filled with University, your job at a close-by diner and Donghyuck´s whining in your ear, pass by. There is never a sound from Mark, so you guess that Donghyuck´s worries had been ill-founded in the end. After all, it seems like you´re not going to be seeing the handsome boy again, any time soon. Belatedly you realize, you don´t even have his number, so even if you wanted to, there would have been no way for you to contact him.

Good for Donghyuck. Your best friend had been worried sick, repeating his little lecture from that day over and over again, until he deemed you might have understood. It´s not your fault, really. You had always been drawn to the mysterious – the dangerous. Mark was the embodiment of that and, beyond the surface, maybe even more.

Well, you would never find out now, since your chance has passed you by. After another tiring morning, filled with lectures, you unlock your apartment door, to stumble inside. A yawn breaks through your lips and you decide that a nap before work might be a wise idea. Shouldn´t have stayed up reading that shitty romance novel all night. And it didn´t even have a good final. What a waste of time.

Discarding your bag at the door, you shrug off your jacket and change into sweats and a shirt. In the middle of rubbing your eye and heading for the call of your bed, you suddenly pick up a soft sound. A knock, you realize. But not on your door, no, rather your window.

With wide, slightly terrified eyes, you turn to look at your large window. Who you find there takes your breath for a short moment. Mark is peaking through the glass, clad in a black hoodie and a dumb smirk on his lips. Slowly, you feel your features shift into a disbelieving expression, whether at his audacity, or the sheer possibility of him being back, you don´t know. Either way, you hurry towards the window and open it up. Before you can utter a word, there is a rose in your face. Not a regular one: a black one.

“Is this your way of telling me you´re back from the dead?” You point at the rose, “Black for death and mourning?”

Pursing his lips, Mark gives the flower a glance, as if really seeing it for the first time, “Well, black roses also stand for the beginning of new things, so…” there is a tug at his lips, “I was hoping you could give me a chance for beginning new things…?”

You´re only able to keep up your dead-pan expression for a few heartbeats, before snorting and stepping aside, “Get inside here. If you can´t use the entrance door, like a regular person, at least don´t stand around in the rain.”

Eager like a child, Mark climbs inside next to you. Only when he brushes past you, close enough for you to smell traces of smoke and the cologne he used, do you see the slight teint on his face. It´s shaped like a flower, quite similar to the one in your hand, but it doesn´t quite harbour the same beauty. You reach out on instinct, really not thinking about it, and he flinches softly, when your fingers make contact with the bruise on his cheekbone.

“What happened to you?” You mutter, unsure of whether you really want to hear the answer.

He shakes his head, slightly dripping, black hair waving with the movement, “It´s nothing. Got into a fight.”

You try a gentle smile, but it must look wobbly at best, “Seems like you´re making quite the habit out of that.”

“Seems like it”, His hand is warm and rough against yours, as he pulls it away form his face, “Don´t worry okay? The thing… everything´s settled. I´m okay now.”

You don´t even know why you cared in the first place. Mark and you aren´t connected by anything more than a night of desires and bodily closure. Hell, you don´t even know his surname! Or his favourite band, his hobbies, what he does with his life, any of the things you would usually care about. All you have to think of, when he comes to your mind in the evenings, is that cocky little smile and the big eyes that seem to clash with everything else. Innocence. Donghyuck would call it crush culture.

But that´s stupid, so you ignore it.

“Take those drenched shoes off, I´m not gonna wash up your mess.” You chide, as you walk towards the bathroom. There should still be a tube of healing cream somewhere within your cabinets, so you shuffle through all the contents, while you listen to Mark stumble around and take off his boots. You frown. You could have sworn there was a tube right here somewhere.

“Whatcha looking for?” You jolt softly, when hot breath hits your ear. Mark´s frame is pressed tight against your back, personal space not a necessity anymore. Well, of course, why would personal space be a worry to him, when you have literally seen each other naked? Shaking your head, you finally make out the little thing you had been looking for an turn around to push at his chest. He watches you curiously, as you set him down on the closed toilet-seat and unscrew the healing cream.

“I don´t know if it helps.” You explain, spreading the white cream over his bruise, “Hell, if these things have an expiration date, that´s probably crossed already.”

His gaze turns soft and there is a smile tugging on his lips, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don´t thank me.” You huff, “Thank whatever angel is watching over you, that you didn´t end up in a hospital. Why do you go around beating up people anyways?”

Clearing his throat, Mark averts his eyes down to his fingers in his lap, “There was a disagreement. They didn´t want to, uh… They didn´t want to keep with the deal we made.”

“Must have been an important one, if you thought it was worth risking your health.” You know there is a line that shouldn´t be crossed, somewhere around this conversation. But it´s blurry and Mark isn´t giving you any signals to stop asking. All there is, is the mystery he decides to paint around himself and, while it´s enticing, you also find it worrying.

“It was. But I don´t expect you to understand my rationale.” Sniffing, he gets to his feet. There is a different expression on his face now; something achingly close to exhaution, “Thanks for patching me up with your Stone Age cream.”

You can´t help but laugh at that and as he chimes in, you don´t have the heart to be stern with him anymore. Like a puppy, he follows you back into the living room, where you direct towards the kitchen. After asking Mark, if he prefers coffee or tea, you make two cups of hot cocoa for both of you. It´s strange, to see him shuffle at the kitchen counter, looking around with wide eyes and looking so out of place in his all-black attire. You love to decorate your apartment in soft, slightly pastel colours and there is a lot of light, streaming in through the large windows. In the midst of it all, Mark sticks out like a sore thumb.

Just like he does with the rest of your normal life.

When both of you hold a steaming cup in your hands and the silence has gone on for too long, you finally push yourself to ask the question that has been sitting on your mind: “Mark? Why are you really here?”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“That ‘beginning new things’ shit was very cute and poetic, but I don´t buy it.” You explain, setting the cup down, “I thought we were just a hook-up. You were dead silent for days and that after disappearing in a really strange way and now… now you´re here, climbing in through my window with your face beaten up.”

Taking a tiny sip of his drink, Mark shrugs, “So?”

“I just wanna know your intentions. So I can brace myself.” Admitting that, seems to surprise you almost as much as him.

“I don´t understand”, You think he does, with the slight hurt that plays behind the stoic mask he is trying to keep in place, “Brace yourself? What for. What do you expect me to do?”

Taking a deep breath, you say: “Donghyuck told me a couple of things.” Immediately, annoyance takes over Mark´s features and you watch his fingers tighten around his cup, “It was all vague as hell, but he´s my best friend, so I listen to him. I´m not someone to judge based on the words of others…” You sigh, try not to stumble over your words and end up saying something you don´t want to say, “I think you´re really cute. I just… don´t wanna get tangled in trouble.”

That leaves the other boy stunned for a long while. You understand of course, that was quite a bomb to drop on him. But, you hadn´t lied. Taking precautions now, is just something you need to do, to avoid getting hurt later. You know yourself, know that Mark is just the kind you´d fall for, if you got invested. But you also know that the kind you fall for isn´t always reliable.

When he runs a hand through his hair, muscles flexing under his shirt, you try to ignore the strange jump of your heart, “I guess you have every right to be…” He hesitates, “…wary.” You smile shyly, staring down at your cup, “I´m gonna be honest with you, I need to lay low somewhere for a while.”

Your eyes zoom up, to gape at him, “Lay low? What the heck did you get yourself into?”

“It´s really not as bad as it sounds. It happened before, I just need to get away from my apartment for a while.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

You can´t help, but scoff. Is this guy serious? “And you come here for that?”

“Yes”, If you didn´t know better, you´d think he is just as frustrated with himself as you are, when he shoves himself away from the counter and stomps towards your window. You watch him pace back and forth for a minute, before the short-lived anger leaves his tense shoulders again. Suddenly, he looks smaller, a little frail almost, “I didn´t know where else to go.”

That makes you think for a brief second. If you allow yourself to look past the barricade of prejudice Donghyuck´s words had drawn in your mind, you find something you didn´t expect; A boy. A lonely boy. Who has no people he can trust, except this one stranger he had helped out at a club. You sigh, thinking back to the sensation of comfort he had given you that night. The reason you had allowed yourself to get drawn into his orbit and tug him into a kiss. The reason you had thought it to be okay to pull him into your apartment and spend the night together. Never once, had it occured to you that maybe, you had been able to give him the same sensation back.

“So what, you thought you could just show up here and stay a few days?” You tease him, no real bite to your voice. He still looks unsure, so all you get is a meek shrug. You snort, not believing yourself, when you say: “Well, congratulations, it worked. But you pay for groceries, I´m not your mom.”

“A-Are you serious?” You have to hold back a laugh at the look he gives you.

“Deadly.” You round the kitchen counter and pinch his chin. He scrunches his nose up in a cute fashion, “But you´re taking the couch.”

For the first time, there is a small grin tugging on his lips and you roll your eyes, when his hands settle around your waist, “You don´t think you could use the company?”

“You are literally impossible.” He makes a startled noise, when you press you palm flat into his face and push him away. It makes you laugh, the way he can look so silly, while still giving off a sort of dangerous aura. Yeah, so maybe it makes him a tiny bit irresistible, you don´t have to let him know. With a new-found ease in your steps, you collect your cup again and fall onto your couch, “You still haven´t told me what was important enough to throw hands.”

He shuffles a little, until he sits down on the floor. His legs crossed and elbows propped on his knees, Mark throws a contemplative look out of the window, “There are just some things that are bigger than me, you know?”

“Bigger?”

“More relevant.” Mark says this with so much certainty, you feel your heart sore for a moment. In your opinion, nothing should be more important to Mark than himself, but at the same time you think you understand the sentiment. “You know, the sort of things that you´d be nothing without. In the grand scheme of things, you might rather not live at all, than live without them.”

The serious nature of the conversation takes you so aback, you have nothing left, but to stare at the boy in front of you for a moment. He doesn´t look back at you, seems hesitant. Probably, because he isn´t sure if he has said too much. You could imagine him feeling the need to walk on eggshells around you, now that you allowed him to stay. A fleeting generosity that not even you, yourself had expected.

However, there is also a part in you that wants to make clear to him that he has nothing to fear. A part that wants to tell him that he can trust you.

“I know what you mean.” You mutter, “Comes with caring a lot, I guess.”

At that, Mark finally looks back at you and you´re almost certain you have said the right, “Do you have things like that?”

You hum, staring through the steam of your cup, “I guess my family. My parents can be a pain in the neck, but at the end of the day, they have given me everything I needed to be who I am today. Living without them… I´m not sure I could imagine that.” A small grin tugs at your lips, “And admittedly, also Donghyuck. The boy is a whole thunderstorm, but he held me when I cried, carried me when I was black-out drunk and celebrated all of my success. He´s like a brother to me. I think, if things came down to it, I´d give him everything.”

Mark looks at you, as you speak, his eyes gentle. There is a smile on his lips, too, as if he enjoys hearing you talk about the people who mean so much to you. As if he is happy, you have those people. A small lump builds in your throat and you ignore the urge to wrap your arms around him. It would be nice to have him close enough, to have his scent around you again. You remember a certain sweetness, beyond his cologne. Especially when you had woken up the morning after, with his bare body pressed against yours.

The memory fills your cheeks with warmth, so you distract yourself by asking: “What are your special things?”

For a moment, it almost looks like he hadn´t heard you, because he just stares at you for a long stretch of silence. He is contemplating, you realize. Contemplating, how much he can tell you.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Your eyebrows lift, “Uh… okay?”

“Go get your jacket”, he prompts, pushing to his feet. A little dazed, you comply, not entirely sure how you have gotten yourself into this current situation. However, when you watch him head for the window, clad in his leather jacket once again, you snap out of it.

“Can we at least use the door this time?”

-*- FIN -*-

#mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #nct mark #nct x reader #nct x you #neowritingsnet #mark imagines #mark drabbles #gender neutral #gender neutral reader

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komatsunana · 4 years

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Pt 2 of Martina and my conversation on Ren Honjo and other related topics

In order to save everyone’s dashboards, I’m making another post lol. This is a continuation of this conversation between @placebogirl7 and my conversation.

Hehe, well even if we don’t like Takumi personally, he’s still an interesting character to explore! I definetly don’t disagree with you though - it’s probably a happier environment if a band is more like a family under Papa Yasu rather than an army of soldiers to General Takumi. I think the problem is Takumi is too OP!! He doesn’t listen anyone else because at the end... He’s right and always fives steps ahead of everyone - ally and enemy alike. Well until he isn’t, at the end when Ren dies. Nothing prepared him for it and even though he tries to regain control of the situation... Nothing can bring Ren back. He isn’t all-powerful.

Nah, no worries you haven’t expressed yourself wrong! I’m just incredibly pendantic, lol. But I totally get what you mean - I might have a different PoV but I don’t think you’re wrong at all to see Ren as being hypocritic for saying he didn’t care what and for who he played for, when he clearly wanted to be playing for Trapnest. It’s even likely he doesn’t see how that’s contrary.

Perhaps the problem is that Ren doesn’t realize family doesn’t *have* to be a nuclear family with a father, mother, and biological children. He didn’t know Blast was his family already, that if he’d just accepted Yasu’s adoptive parents to help him they’d have been his family too... and that’s why he left, because he believed in Takumi’s vision and Nana was denying him asking her to be the mother to his children. When you didn’t grow up in a family, it could be hard to notice when you finally get one if it doesn’t look like the ones you see in movies.

I can’t take a photo with my phone atm, but Ren says something like “I just got her to tell me by pretending I understood her decision. I would’ve been able to take a break next week, she didn’t need to do this.” Tbh I never wanted to be THAT weeb who learned Japanese just to read manga but... Nothing makes me want to learn Japanese more than that I want to read NANA in the original language! I think Shojo Beat did a good job of translating the series, and injected a lot of fun into the way the characters talk, but it really isn’t possible to completely translate one language into another without losing something.

Oh yeah, none of that was to say that Yasu, Ren, or even Shin are unimportant to Blast... But Nana wasn’t planning on continuing Blast in Tokyo until Nobu moved there. Those two ARE Blast. A band that doesn’t have both of them is not Blast, it’s a band by another name.

Oooh, yeah Takumi says something about it here:

He doesn’t straight out say that he wants to manage Reira’s solo career, but the implication is there when you take into account that Trapnest was created for her and his masterplan for her.

And nah, you aren’t wrong!! We just have different opinions and that’s cool. Tbh, I think art like NANA is subjective and I don’t think either of us are right or wrong. Unless it’s something textual or an actual theory for something that is textual, everything is just up to us to have our own opinions and ideas. I also think I don’t have too much about hypocrisy unless it’s harming someone (Example: ”Get a job you homeless bum!!!! Anyway off to church now”) so we’re gonna feel more upset about different things. That’s all.

Oh sorry, I didn’t say that clearly... What I mean is that Ren realizes after betraying Blast that he betrayed them and feel bad about betraying them. Now that Ren is part of Trapnest, he doesn’t want to betray another band - not even to help the band that he once betrayed.

Oh yeah, I definitely agree that in that fight about Nana asking Ren to sub for Shin both of them said some things to apologize for. And that Nana didn’t feel as close to Shin as she did to Yasu and Nobu (though I do think the little we see of their relationship is very interesting!) With your views on why Nana always saw Shin as a stand-in for Ren, do you think her views on Shin changed when he made that promise again to surpass Ren upon getting out of jail? Just curious! I also agree that the Nana and Takumi parallels are real, though I think how they fight their battles are very different.

Hm, I don’t think only unhappy people take drugs though that’s often the reason people in poverty might. Also, if I can remember right, I think Ren really only starts taking drugs when his relationship with Nana begins again so I think that’s part of it. Not that Nana is making him unhappy, but he feels... idk unfulfilled maybe? I’m not sure, but I also see your point!

(Woo~ both of are the same as Miu lol)

Anyway, I think Nana’s reasons for not wanting children aren’t just her lack of confidence and it’s a very complex reason, tied into her traumatic upbringing and her desires to be free on stage, and her lack of maternal instinct and probably even more. But I still agree she could change her mind, though I think there were other reasons for Nana to ask that of her gyno: to pick up her birth control, because Ren wanted children and she didn’t, maybe her own ideas of being a mother someday, and also... maybe a little bit about her own mom, who had to have lacked some maternal instinct to abandon Nana like she did. Of course none of what we’re talking about takes into account the popular fan theory that Satsuki could biologically be Nana and Ren’s.

I think Ren understood Nana better before their first break up, but it is possible that Ren never understood Nana’s trauma completely. After all, from Ren’s pov... he was abandoned as a baby and never had a family ever. At least Nana had her grandma. And even though as readers we know that’s wrong, but I could see Ren thinking that. Maybe.

Oooh, well I do think there is a difference between the dreams you have at night and the dreams you have for your life... But wow!! That Italian translation really brings on some different meanings, I think it sounds very beautiful when put like that. Now I want to learn every language and read NANA in every language OTL

Oh man, the hard hitting question!!! What was Ren’s plan!!! I don’t know!!!!! Lol. I mean I have my ideas and I do think that Ren’s gift to Nana will be the only way we’ll ever know the answer possibly... I have 3 different theories.

That Ren would break up with Nana to continue playing for Trapnest and ask her if she would still come live with him when they were both old in the warehouse. I actually think that one is the least likely.

That Ren would give Nana the choice once again and tell her that he was going to stay with Trapnest and that she would have to live with it or break up because they would both be unhappy if not. This might lead into option 1, asking if they could retire to the warehouse one day, if she said no and they broke up but unlikely. I think in the case of Ren putting the choice in Nana’s hands it’s one or the other: they reconcile and stay together or stay apart forever.

Ren dedicates himself to staying with Nana, even if it means never getting back with Trapnest again. He’ll be Satsuki’s favorite uncle and fight uncle Nobu to teach her guitar and support his wife with her musical career. He’ll be what he always wanted Nana to be for him, waiting for her to come home. He does not re-join Blast, though he might do something else musically. Maybe teach! I think he’d be the BEST music teacher.

Of course this is Yazawa and I fully expect whatever she had planned to be unexpected and yet completely in character and believable. I do fully believe that Ren had made his decision and he was committed to it on the drive and that he was completely happy with it. What about you?

I think it is inevitable that big fandoms will have some ugliness and shipping wars and things like that - it’s one of the few benefits to a small fandom is that everyone knows each other so we all better be nice. It still sucks to see though.

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

#nana #honjo ren #ichinose takumi #osaki nana #ai yazawa #i scream #my nana feels #long post #placebogirl7

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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She-Hulk and Explosion Boy pt.3

Word Count: 1,834

Pairing: Bakugo x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing

Summary: You wonder if Bakugo and you reached friend status yet and hang out

“Hey, (Y/N), wait up!” Bakugo called out for you on your way to school.

“What?” you asked him, stopping in your tracks to wait for him.

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday, I mean the gym thing, I´ll make it up to you!” he promised.

“I told you it´s fine already” you groaned.

“What´s going on with you lately? You seem on edge” he pointed out and you shot him a death glare.

You hated it how well he could read you, well to be fair, you could read him just as well.

Maybe that´s why you could communicate without using any words, you understood each other like that.

And even though you did, you didn´t seem to grow any closer as friends, you never met outside of school and yes, that bothered you.

It bothered you not knowing anything about him, about Bakugo, the only one who seemed to get you, someone you wanted as a friend.

But he didn´t see you that way, for him you were just his competition and gym partner.

“I´m just pissed lately, that´s all. You can´t tell me you don´t have those days” you glanced at him, hoping the topic would be over.

“I know you´re lying, but whatever, you don´t have to tell me anything” he sounded far more pissed than he intended to and regretted it immediately.

Luckily you didn´t seem to notice it, well you did, but you also decided not to act on it, you were too tired to have a fight right now.

“I´m just not in the mood to talk today, okay?” you sighed heavily, hoping that the conversation would end now.

You didn´t intend to sound so… sad?

“Are you angry at me?” Bakugo asked, but his voice was a mere whisper, as if he was afraid of the answer.

You groaned loudly, stopping and turning around to him.

“Yes! Yes I fucking am!” you yelled, letting all of your frustrations out.

Bakugo just blinked in confusion.

“What the fuck? I didn´t even do anything!” he defended himself, frowning.

In this instance he tried his hardest to think back on what he could´ve done wrong, but nothing came to mind.

“Wait...is it still because of the gym thing?” he asked.

“No, no it´s not. Could you shut up for one second!” you balled your fists in your frustration.

Bakugo stayed silent as you told him to give you some time to breathe.

“Do you want to be my friend?” you asked, sure you said it quietly but the silence that followed the statement made you uneasy.

“That´s a stupid question” Bakugo scoffed, he just didn´t get it.

“Then fucking answer it” you glared at him, was it so hard for him to admit that he didn´t want to spend time with you outside of school? Why couldn´t he understand that you just needed this one answer to know for certain, to leave him alone like he wanted.

“I thought we already were friends...” he mumbled, frowning slightly and pouting.

You blinked a few times, looking at him with an expression a humanoid computer might have if it was restarting, trying to process the information that was just given to you.

“Really?” you squinted at him rather suspiciously, you never knew when people would pull pranks on you, you couldn´t be careful enough.

“Yes, okay?! Don´t make me fucking repeat myself” he growled at you, he didn´t like admitting he actually liked someone and saw them as his equal, especially if it was a pretty girl who could easily crush him.

But you needed to hear it twice because of your trust issues, you just needed some reassurance, was it so hard for Bakugo to do that?

Well, he couldn´t read your mind but you were just too embarrassed to directly address the matter.

“Okay...do you want to hang out later then?” you suggested, trying to say it as causal as possible but you couldn´t hide the nervous way your voice shook.

Bakugo didn´t mind it though, he was really glad you asked him, he was too awkward to say anything in that direction.

First he needed to build up the courage to ask you if you actually achieved friend and hang out status yet, and fuck that would only bruise his ego, luckily you did the asking for him.

But then where would you hang out? If it was at his place it would be super embarrassing because of the polar opposites of his parents and he already knew his mom would think you were more than just friends, which would be way too awkward.

“Yeah sure thing...you wanna do Math together?” he asked, he still needed to finish his homework.

“Alright, I´ll text my mom that you´ll come over” you smiled at him, taking out your cellphone and doing what you said.

The day in school was alright enough, you even sat together with your friend group, that was full of people you didn´t know and you were still uncomfortable and unsure if they actually wanted you there.

But it was nice that Mina and Bakugo were there to reassure you.

“Mom, dad! We´re here” you announced your presence as you opened the door to your apartment.

You only hoped your parents wouldn´t embarrass you too much.

“Hey honey, how was your day?” your dad greeted you, he was watching TV in the living room like usual after his day at work.

“Quite alright I guess… we didn´t get much homework, so Katsuki and me will be done soon with that” you said.

Your dad mustered Bakugo a while before saying hello, he tried his best not to give Bakugo the dad talk, but you were his little girl, he couldn´t help himself.

But then he remembered that you could very well take care of yourself and decided a simple greeting would suffice.

Bakugo would never admit that but meeting your dad was very scary for him.

“Your place looks nice” Bakugo said abruptly after thinking too long about what to say and therefore not saying anything, resolving in an awkward silence.

All he came up with was the most standard compliment, great job at fucking up…

He could hit himself right now, why couldn´t he say something like a normal person?

Your parents surely thought he was stupid right now.

“Darling you´re home! How was school? Did you kick some ass?” your mom came out of the kitchen, smiling when she saw you and Bakugo.

She was always so excited when you told her about school.

“Yeah, she kicked mine” Bakugo smirked, making you roll your eyes.

You might have been a bit overexcited in gym class today.

“Oh! You must be Katsuki, (Y/N) told me a lot about you! I´m (Y/M/N), it´s nice to meet you” she smiled brightly, shaking his hand too much, but Bakugo didn´t mind.

Did you really talk about him a lot and why did that thought make him smirk?

“Mom, you´re overwhelming him, calm down a bit” you already were embarrassed by her.

Your mom just smiled apologetically.

“Ah right! Food, I made food! You can eat upstairs if you want, I hope you like it too, Katsuki.” she went back into the kitchen and brought the food which she handed to you.

“Have fun!” she chirped as you two went upstairs.

“We´re doing math homework, mom” you groaned.

Bakugo followed you into your room awkwardly.

“Alright, let´s get this over with so we can do something more fun. I have some video games, but we can also watch a movie or something, I don´t really mind either way” you stated, sitting down on your floor with the math sheets and pens in front of you.

So he sat down next to you and you two started solving the problems and eating in a comfortable silence.

The food was gone faster than the problems were solved and you went to your old habit of chewing on your lips, frowning in concentration as you desperately tried to figure out what the actual hell you were supposed to do in this last problem.

All of your ideas proved to be wrong after you tired them out, making you groan in frustration.

“For fuck´s sake...why is this so hard?” you mumbled, tapping your pen against the paper.

Bakugo chuckled, he was long done with the work.

“Why, are you stupid?” he smirked, teasing you a bit.

“Yes I fucking am, you asshole. Stop being a dick and help me” you snapped at him, only making him chuckle all the more.

Bakugo moved a bit closer to you so that he could look into your notes and help you.

“You´re an idiot. You´re thinking way too complicated, try to break down all the information that is given and pick out what´s necessary. You should come up with the solution that way” he pointed at the problem to underline his statement.

“Okay….we don´t need the 800 participants, right?” you tried to uncover the necessary bits.

“Those are the most important, stop guessing and think for once” he grumbled.

“I am thinking, you idiot! I just can´t figure it out” you sighed heavily.

“Okay, I´ll explain it to you” he gave in and explained it in a calm and thorough manner and in the end you actually understood it.

“Oh my god, that´s it?! That´s fucking easy” you told him, making him smirk.

“Told ya” he commented.

“Thanks for helping me” you smiled at him, playfully punching his shoulder.

“Yeah, don´t mention it” he returned the smile shyly, normally he didn´t smile at all, he didn´t even notice that he was doing it right now, weird.

“Okay, so what do you wanna do now?” you stretched your arms out, sighing.

“I don´t really care” he said nonchalantly.

“Wait, I got a new video game somewhere” you stood up and went searching through your shelves until you found it.

You triumphantly held it up in the air, smirking widely at him.

“Multiplayer, let´s kick some ass” you said, sitting down next to him on your bed and giving him a controller.

Bakugo returned your smirk, eager to play the game.

As soon as you started, both of you were in concentration mode, completing missions and quests, rising up the levels and most importantly: kick the asses of other players.

Curses left your mouths as naturally as you were breathing, you laughing mean when you won something and ranted when you lost.

It was fun playing with him, you both had the same thoughts and sometimes you said the same thing at the same time.

You had the habit of nudging Bakugo´s elbow when he fucked up somehow, little did you know that his brain needed time to restart whenever you touched him, even if it was an accidental brush of your hand against his.

Time passed quicker than both of you liked and Bakugo had to go home.

“See you in school” he simply said as he left.

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