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Forgotten Fantasies [part ii]

summary: after noticing the awkwardness between bucky and y/n, steve quickly realises what had happened between them. bucky and y/n are sent on a mission together and things quickly turn from friendly and nice to frantic and hardcore without the knowledge of her girlfriend.

pairing: bucky x reader, natasha x reader

warnings: v aggressive and violent but of course consensual; bucky is into ass eating and getting smothered by pussy; unprotected sex, ass and pussy worship and anal play if that’s a warning; threats of violence during sex; facial; remnants of winter soldier, some bdsm, and swearing

a/n: the process of writing this felt like a never ending fever dream. hope you enjoy.

READ PART I HERE

“Don’t think this is going to be something more than a one time thing,” Natasha had told Bucky the night the three of them had hooked up.

It had been a whole week. A whole week of awkwardly passing Bucky in the hallways of the compound. A whole week of him sending her little glances as she spoke with other members of the team, but never him. And a whole week of Nat telling her there was no need for her to feel shy about what had happened.

It happened once; an experiment. An experiment to be ticked off from Y/N’s little to-do list before tying the knot with Nat. But while the memories of it were unforgettable and the ache in her thighs difficult to ignore, the act of pretending nothing had ever happened proved significantly less pleasant.

Y/N didn’t know what or how to feel. She thought that her fantasies about him would go away once fucking him was crossed off from her little list. But now, a whole week later and still reminiscing about Bucky’s hand around her throat, Y/N realised that getting a taste of him only made her crave him more.

What was worst of all was that it wasn’t like she could just talk to her girlfriend about it. Oh no. Nat had made it pretty damn clear that this would never happen again. It was nothing more than a once-off adventure and now all three of them were supposed to go back to the way things were and act as though nothing had ever happened; the three of them were just supposed to go on working together, Nat and Y/N planning their future with each other and Bucky sticking to the sidelines like the good, strictly platonic friend that he was.

Y/N tried to do that. She really did. But somewhere along the way she mistook acting like nothing happened for avoiding Bucky completely; and now, a week later, the rest of the team were slowly starting to notice the inexplicable awkwardness between them. Steve most of all.

“So, what exactly is going on between you and Y/N? Did you have a fight or something?” He asked Bucky one afternoon as they were training in the gym in the basement of the compound.

It was just the two of them, the room quiet other than the sound of weights hitting the padded flooring and the music playing from Steve’s earphones, lying forgotten on the floor next to his phone and towel. Y/N had just finished her workout and left after mumbling a quiet “see you later” to the two guys.

After noticing Bucky look anywhere but her, Steve decided to ask some questions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky responded casually and bent over to grab his bottle of water. He took a few gulps, all the while Steve continued to watch him with curiosity.

“You haven’t…” Steve trailed off, and when Bucky raised a brow, Steve continued. “You two haven’t done anything… you know, have you?”

Steve was met with silence.

Bucky knew he couldn’t lie to his best friend, nor did he want to. In fact, after all the awkwardness of the past week, Bucky almost yearned to have some support on the matter, someone to offer friendly and non-judgemental advice. Steve was probably the closest to that he was like to get.

So, when Buck cleared his throat, Steve opened his mouth in shock, eyes widening. He placed the weight he was using on the floor, the amount of reps he had yet to do to complete his set long forgotten. Bucky did no such thing, acting as though the bicep curls he was doing were the most interesting and important thing on his mind at that very moment. It was a desperate attempt to hide his true emotions.

“Buck!” Steve looked gobsmacked. “Nat’s gonna freak out if she finds out! What were you thinking? What was she thinking?”

Bucky only shrugged, continuing with his bicep curls. “Nat knows about it.” He said it like it was the most casual and normal thing in the world.

Steve eyed Bucky suspiciously and stepped closer, his brows knitting together. He lowered his voice.

“So, you’re telling me Nat knows you’ve fucked her fiancée and she had nothing to say about it?”

Bucky slowly shook his head and placed the dumbbell down, opting to take another sip of his water and buy himself some time. “She knows because she was there, Steve. It’s not that big of a deal. Only problem is, ever since it happened, Y/N has been avoiding me at all costs.”

Steve snorted and Bucky raised a brow.

“Maybe you just really sucked at it,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Bucky smiled sheepishly. “She seemed pretty satisfied, if you ask me.”

"I can’t believe this,” the blonde admitted. “When did this happen, Buck? How did this happen?”

So, after telling Steve how it all came to be and then a week later, after being suspiciously paired with Y/N for a mission, Bucky regretted ever opening his mouth.

They were supposed to go undercover at a business opening party in California and obtain some information about the shady underground work of the organisation. In Steve’s defence, he assigned this mission to Y/N and Bucky because he hoped some time alone would give them a chance to discuss the situation, hopefully get over the awkwardness and allow things to go back to normal. To both Y/N and Bucky, however, the whole ordeal was nothing short of torture.

Y/N stayed quiet the entire flight, her earphones in and playing music so loudly Bucky could hear it from the seat next to her.

They had a nice hotel room booked, thankfully with two beds which was more than Bucky expected after Steve had been teasing him about what had happened the whole week.

They arrived late in the afternoon so there wasn’t really much time for small talk; both of them getting straight to business and proceeding to get ready for the mission ahead.

Bucky rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt to just below his elbows as Y/N finished the last of her makeup in the bathroom, and when she emerged, Bucky gulped at the sight of her. Not only was her sparkly silver dress barely covering her plump behind, but it was also backless and had a plunging neckline that left very little to the imagination. Not that Bucky had to imagine what she was hiding under the thin layer of fabric; he had seen it all and the more he thought about it, the tighter his pants became.

"Ready?” He asked as Y/N gathered up her things.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The mission went smoothly and the whole ordeal was over before the clock even struck midnight, all the information they needed transferred onto Y/N’s reliable pen drive, stashed away safely in her clutch.

They left the venue after having several drinks, attempting to blend in with the guests and to not make their disappearance too sudden or suspicious. By the time they arrived back at the hotel, it was almost 1am and they were both eager to relax after the mission.

Upon finally entering their shared room, Bucky was quick to undo the top button of his black dress shirt and take his watch off his wrist, leaving it on the bedside table.

He was just texting Steve to inform him about the success of the mission when his eyes travelled across the room to where Y/N had lifted the bottom of her dress and was removing her thigh holster along with the many small weapons she kept hidden beneath the fabric.

She looked focused on the task at hand and in the dim light of their room, her skin seemed to sparkle just like her dress. Bucky could feel his cock stir. He cleared his throat and turned towards the bar in the corner of the room, trying desperately to ease the awkwardness but only succeeding in making it worse.

“What are you thinking about?” Y/N asked suddenly, setting the thigh holster down onto the bed. Her fingers trailed the length of it, making sure she hadn’t misplaced any weapons and then she was bending over to remove her silver strappy heels.

“Just… stuff,” Bucky answered with a shrug of his shoulders as he finished pouring some whiskey into a glass and took a small sip. He popped another button of his shirt and pretended he wasn’t looking as she kicked off her shoes and then ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling it up a little.

“What time is our flight tomorrow?”

Bucky had to shake his unholy thoughts out of his head and clear his throat before answering.

“Uh… 10am. No chance to sleep in.”

Y/N nodded and reached behind her head to undo the single button that kept her dress in place. She closed her eyes in concentration and did her best to reach it, but it turned out putting on the dress was much easier than taking it off.

She groaned in annoyance and heard Bucky chuckle.

“Here, let me.”

Y/N remained still as he took a few steps forward and came to a stop behind her. She felt goosebumps rising on her bare back when Bucky reached up and traced the button with his thumb.

Y/N bit her lip. He was close; too close for her not to feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. His fingers were burning against her upper back and Y/N found herself holding her breath as he pushed the button through the loop.

She instinctively reached up to catch the top of her dress before it fell to expose her chest, holding it in place and yet still not moving away from Bucky. He wasn’t moving either which made something inside of her clench with longing.

Only a moment later, Y/N felt his head dipping lower and his mouth nearing her shoulder. Then, on a hasty impulse that Bucky simply couldn’t resist, he pressed his lips lightly to her shoulder, and breathed in the scent of her perfume. Even her scent was sweet.

“Bucky,” she whispered, feeling her eyes flutter closed before she could stop them. “You can’t. I can’t…”

But his hands were already gripping her waist gently from behind and he was stepping closer, pressing himself to her back. The movement was timid, gentle, almost as if he was scared she’d make him stop, but Y/N’s legs seemed to have a mind of their own because she quickly found herself taking half a step back and feeling the hard muscle against her, her head rolling back to rest on his shoulder.

“Shh…” Bucky whispered, one hand slowly sliding across her stomach and towards her chest. Y/N expelled a shaky, nervous breath when his large hand found her own, resting over her left breast and holding her dress in place. Bucky squeezed her hand gently. His hands were big, his chest hard and he was so huge behind her; tall, muscular. There was something so erotic about the size of him, Y/N could already feel the wetness between her thighs and all he had done was skim her flesh with his fingertips.

“Bucky, we can’t do this,” she muttered, her head on his shoulder and her ass pressed to his crotch. The feeling made her legs weak.

“What are you afraid of?” He whispered lowly, his teeth grazing the side of her neck. She smelled so sweet, and the scent combined with the feeling of her soft, smooth skin had Bucky’s mind spinning.

“No one needs to know,” he told her softly and Y/N inhaled sharply when he gently removed her hands from her chest, resulting in her dress falling and bunching around her waist. She was completely exposed to him from the waist up and Bucky felt a warmth spreading in his abdomen at the feeling of her supple flesh in his hands.

“You know I won’t tell,” he tried to persuade her, grazing her nipple with his thumb and kissing a path from her shoulder to behind her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently. “No one’s going to find out.”

Y/N whimpered when his other hand slid down her front and his flesh fingers hooked around waistline of her dress, slowly pulling it down over the curve of her hips and dropping it soundlessly to the floor. The cold air of the room made goosebumps rise up on the skin of her thighs, arms and chest. The low temperature contrasted sharply with the heat of Bucky’s towering physique.

Y/N wanted to tell him to stop; or at least she should have, but her mouth wouldn’t utter the words and her body was craving him more than ever.

His hands felt too good on her and the more he touched her, the more guilty she felt. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact they were doing this; that she was letting him do this to her. She had a girlfriend, for God’s sake. A fiancee, at that. Yet, the image of Nat’s face seemed so distant at that moment; so blurry. All she could think about was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on her. She wanted to feel him everywhere.

His lips continued to assault her neck, grazing it with his teeth and soothing the skin with his tongue. He was careful not to leave any marks but when he lightly bit that one spot, Y/N expelled a whine.

“Buck, we can’t do this,” she attempted to say, but she was already out of breath, her mind swimming. She hadn’t noticed Bucky’s hand sneaking between her legs until he began to stroke her over her lace underwear. “It’s… wro-”

Before she could finish, Bucky pressed his index finger to her clit and she cried out.

“I don’t care if it’s wrong,” he whispered, pulling her tighter against him. He continued to assault her bundle of nerves through her underwear and Y/N couldn’t seem to stop the profanities spilling from her mouth. She was moaning, and whimpering, and repeating his name over and over again, muttering something about the wrongness of it all but still grinding down harder onto his fingers.

“You’re so bad,” he purred, and Y/N could feel that burning ache between her thighs at the sound of his voice; so low and seductive. “You want it just as much as I do.”

She inhaled sharply, her head on his shoulder. He was still kissing her neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Bucky pressed harder on her clit and she felt her mouth fall open, her knees buckling.

“If you don’t like my teasing,” he began, pushing her underwear aside. He spread her apart and lightly traced her entrance, barely dipping in a finger and then quickly finding her clit again, rubbing it tenderly, “then why are you moaning?”

It was all too much. Y/N couldn’t seem to form a coherent reply, the pressure in her stomach becoming too much to handle. She wanted more.

“Buck, I-”

“Relax,” he cut her off and slowly retreated his hand.

Y/N was breathless when his grip on her loosened and her eyes were wild when she looked at him over her shoulder. He brought his index and middle fingers to his mouth, pushed them past his pink lips and sucked. Y/N gulped at the sight. He closed his eyes, enjoying the reaction he had provoked or maybe just relishing the taste of her on his tongue. Y/N wasn’t sure at first but when he gripped her hips again and slowly bent her over the bed, she got her answer.

Bucky was quick to get her in the exact position he wanted her; she was bent over the tall bed, her elbows on the mattress, one foot on the floor, one knee on the edge of the bed, ass up in the air.

She turned her head to look at him and bit her lip when she caught him appreciating the curve of her backside, adoration in his eyes. He had done this the last time they had fucked but now he was taking his sweet time; this time, Nat wasn’t in the room, telling him to hurry it up. He could look for as long as he liked, stroke her soft skin wherever he wanted and fuck her until she’d pass out.

“What do you want, doll?” He asked after a while, lifting his gaze and making eye contact. Y/N took a moment to compose herself and weigh her words, but even after several seconds her response did not become any better articulated.

“Everything,” she answered, and Bucky chuckled, shaking his head lightly. Y/N closed her eyes and let her head rest on her hands when she felt Bucky’s fingers hooking around her underwear, tugging it over the swell of her ass and down her legs. Bucky helped her kick them off and then he was wedging his knee between her legs, spreading her thighs. She was sure she had felt her arousal drip onto the fabric of his trousers.

Y/N attempted to relax, but her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest and when she felt Bucky drop to his knees behind her, all air seemed to escape her lungs. She was convinced he was about to fuck her, the way he had last time. But instead, Bucky was now kneeling behind her, soon wrapping his vibranium hand around her thigh, the other carefully stroking the skin of her ass. Y/N’s mouth parted when she felt his mouth on the back of her thigh.

Her mind began to spin as he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to the back of her legs, moving higher and higher until he had reached her plump behind, and then his teeth were sinking into the flesh, marking her his.

“So soft,” Bucky murmured, and Y/N moaned at the praise. She whimpered softly when she felt him leaving a hickey on her skin and when he was done, she instinctively parted her legs even more. Bucky smiled at her eagerness, and then he was leaning in and blowing hot air on the place where she needed him most. She squirmed at the feeling.

Bucky had her exactly where he wanted her, and as he knelt on the floor by the edge of the bed, his mouth watered at the sight in front of him. Bent over the bed, with her ass in the air and her thighs spread slightly apart, Y/N’s cunt was completely exposed and ready for him. Y/N’s pussy glistened with her arousal, her pretty lips smooth and soft, begging to be kissed and licked and devoured. Bucky’s thoughts were running wild with possibilities as he leaned back and just watched, drinking in the sight and wishing he could have this whenever he liked.

Bucky continued to watch her squirm impatiently as he reached down and slowly undid his belt. Y/N observed him from over her shoulder as he took his time popping the button of his black trousers and pull the zipper down. The whole while his eyes remained trained on her, the smell on her perfume, his cologne and most of all pheromones hanging thickly in the air.

With his trousers undone, hanging loosely around his waist, Bucky began to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. One by one the buttons were popped, every each one revealing more tanned skin, the sharp lines of his stomach and chest. He was taking his sweet time, wanting to enjoy the view before him for as long as he could. He wasn’t likely to get the opportunity ever again and he wanted to remember the sight because lord… was she a vision.

He pulled his shirt off from his shoulders, dropping it soundlessly to the floor by the bed. He moved closer, and lifted his eyes to meet her own, his gaze dark but calm.

“Beg for it,” he whispered softly, and the sound of his voice alone had Y/N sighing out his name. She felt utterly helpless; like she had no control over her body’s most primal needs and how much they affected her way of thinking. She knew damn well her judgement was clouded, that she was thinking with the tiny bundle of nerves between her thighs instead of her brain, but she just couldn’t help it. She was aware that in the morning she’d regret everything about this, but at that particular moment in time, it all felt too good for her to say stop.

“Please,” she managed, feeling the muscles in her stomach clench with need. Her hips seemed to be moving on their own, looking for anything that could relieve her of this burning ache between her legs.

“Please, Bucky,” she repeated, feeling her eyes watering at the deprivation.

The brunette smiled and then he was pressing a kiss to the back of her thigh, just millimetres away from the place where she needed him most. She whined at the feeling, and the sound seemed to finally push Bucky over the edge because soon, she felt his warm, wet tongue exactly where she wanted it.

“Fuck,” she cursed, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head. She pressed her forehead to the back of her hand, her fingers clutching the bed sheets tightly. To say Bucky was skilled was an understatement; Y/N never complained about the way Nat went about getting her off, her tongue well-practiced and her fingers working in tune with what Y/N liked, but this was entirely different. While Natasha was either gentle or rough, Bucky was a combination of both. His tongue was tender, slow, hot and wet, relishing the taste of her and Bucky was visibly revelling in the process. He was a giver, not a thought in his head apart from the there and now, and he yearned to bury his face in her sex and drown in the feeling of her trembling beneath his tongue. Rough hands gripped her thighs harshly, holding her in place, smooshing his tongue and nose into her, desperate for more of her.

Y/N could feel his huge, strong hands holding her in place, his tongue tracing and dipping into her entrance, one of his thick fingers toying with her clit. Just the size of him behind her, his towering frame, made her insides scream. Maybe this was the reason for her yearning of him; maybe she just missed being handled by big, rough, demanding hands. Maybe she wanted to be made feel helpless.

“Who made you this wet?” Bucky asked from behind her. Y/N could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “God, Y/N,” he moaned, licking a bold stripe from her clit to her entrance. “You have the sweetest little pussy.” He didn’t even open his eyes to see how his words affected her. He was so lost in his own little world, focused on nothing more but the dripping pussy in front of him.

The praise made her hips jerk back and Bucky moaned at the feeling of being smothered this way. His cock throbbed at the feeling, his lungs grasping for air.

Bucky’s tongue continued to assault her clit from behind, moving expertly between her little bundle of nerves, her yearning cunt and her sensitive ass, pleasuring her in a way which was all consuming and which made her knees tremble at the intensity. His skilled tongue was fucking her little pussy, circling the rim of her ass, his saliva dripping down his chin.

Bucky was feral, roughly forcing her legs father apart and turning to sit with his back against the bed, Y/N’s pretty little lips hovering above his face, eager for more. He quickly hooked his arms around her thighs and forcefully pulled her down, making her slide onto his face with a feeble little gasp of defeat.

He held her there, his vibranium arm whizzing with the force of his grasp, his lips and tongue ruining her in the most blissful of ways. It went on, and on, and on, Bucky drunk on the taste of her, and her knees failing her as she succumbed to the pleasure, spurred on by Bucky’s own groans against her.

Y/N was moaning profanities, eyes screwed shut and leaking tears, her head spinning from the feeling. Too weak to keep her head up, she slumped on his face, her own pressed to the stark white sheets, unable to form any words or even breathe. She let him fuck her with his mouth until her skin felt like it was crawling with ants and her cunt began to throb with the orgasm that hit her.

It lasted longer than she could believe, her cervix dipping in a rhythm with the clenching of her walls. The overwhelming surge of endorphins made every blood vessel in her body tingle with sweet, sweet satisfaction, and she continued to pulsate for minutes after it was done. Her hips began to jerk at the sudden overstimulation until Bucky finally seized his frantic movements, satisfied with the orgasm he had brought and carried her through.

He slowed the pace, giving her gentle and soft licks as she struggled to calm her raging nerve endings, sizzling and pulsating with the come down. After what felt like minutes, Bucky soundlessly slid out from under her and Y/N collapsed onto her stomach.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet.” His voice was barely a whisper, or perhaps Y/N was just overwhelmed by her orgasm, unable to hear over the buzzing in her ears.

Bucky slowly stood up from the floor and turned back towards the bed to look at her. She was lying sprawled out on her stomach, her legs parted slightly, knees bent, feet up in the air, plump ass glistening with arousal and saliva. Bucky silently toed off his shoes and socks, pulling his trousers down just as Y/N rolled over onto her back and looked to him with hazy eyes. There was a satisfied smile across her face, her expression sleepy with the effects of her orgasm. Bucky returned the gesture.

“I don’t think I’m capable of returning the oral to that standard,” she admitted playfully, and Bucky laughed, the sound expelled upon a brief exhalation. He kicked his trousers away and bent over the bed, hovering above her stomach and kissing just below her belly button, then moving lower, and pressing another just above her clit. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle treatment, until Bucky slid his flesh arm under the small of her back, cupped the back of her thigh and picked her effortlessly up from the bed.

Instinctively, Y/N reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist for support. She stayed silent as he carried her slowly from the bed and towards the bar. He placed her gently on the sleek black counter top in an empty spot among the mix of whiskey and gin bottles. He remained standing between her parted thighs, eyes trained on her flushed cheeks and messy hair as he reached to the left and picked up his unfinished glass of golden whiskey. He took a slow gulp, eyeing her with adoration.

Y/N continued to recover from her high, pulling Bucky’s face towards her own by the back of his neck. He complied without protest, setting the glass somewhere aside and pressing his lips to her own. The kiss was firm and demanding as he quickly took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged harshly. Y/N whimpered at the feeling, digging her painted nails into the nape of his neck and into his chest.

The response she received was unexpected. Bucky groaned at the feeling and only deepened the kiss, his vibranium hand moving from her thigh to her wrist and pressing her own hand firmly against his chest. “Harder,” he whispered breathlessly against her mouth, forcing her nails to dig deeper. Y/N took the cue quickly, raking her nails down his chest in a slow, long motion and gauging his reaction. Her other hand did the same, only rather than stopping at his mid abdomen and the travelling back up to start over, it made its way down to the raging erection in his boxers.

She contrasted the firm and aggressive assault on his chest with a gentle graze across his clothed shaft. The feeling had Bucky shuddering and he closed his eyes, breathing heavy and allowing his head to drop to her shoulder. Y/N lightly traced his tip and felt her mouth water when she finally gripped him firmly in her hand, enjoying the heavy weight of him. On a hasty impulse, she gripped the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down in one swift movement, the fabric pooling around his feet on the wooden floor. She took him in her hand again, harder than before, and Bucky stepped closer, eager for more.

He stayed relatively silent as Y/N squeezed him in her hand, toying with his length whilst simultaneously continuing to rake her nails across his skin in slow movements. His eyes remained screwed shut, head on her shoulder as he breathed heavily, and bucking his hips forward from time to time. Needless to say, Bucky was enjoying the slow pace and teasing movements, the build up being something he thoroughly enjoyed and which brought him immense psychological satisfaction. His cock, however, yearned for something more; for something faster, something more aggressive.

Refusing to give his angry and demanding manhood what it craved so quickly, Bucky opened his eyes and ground his teeth together before forcefully grabbing Y/N by the wrist and yanking her hand away. Y/N only looked at him quizzically, afraid she had done something wrong. The vexed expression across Bucky’s face only intensified her worries; that is, until she heard the familiar mechanical whizzing sound of the plates in his arm coming together in a sudden and forceful movement that brought his hand tightly around her throat.

Y/N gasped at the unexpected reaction, her breath caught in her throat, windpipe restricted. He looked her deep in the eyes, expression stoic as his grip tightened, pushing her back against the cold surface of the mirror behind her. Y/N’s lips parted and her fingers darted to his wrist, face reddening quickly at the lack of oxygen.

Bucky leaned in, close. He maintained eye contact, his breath hot on her face. “I told you,” he whispered, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

But the reaction Bucky was expecting, was not the one he received. From his experience - even the brief experience he had with Y/N two weeks prior - he was used to getting what he wanted. Bucky was used to dominating during sex and his partners succumbing to his own expectations and the decisions he made about what kind of activities they would engage in. With his hand still around her neck, however, Bucky could only narrow his eyes at the expression on her face. Was that… insolence?

When the corners of her lips curved up into a disrespectful smirk, Bucky’s confidence faltered. It wasn’t at all the reaction he expected. Instinctively, his grip on her throat loosened enough for her to whisper, “it’s a shame nobody asked for your opinion”.

Bucky ground his teeth at the snarky defiance, the muscle in his left cheek twitching beneath his skin. His reaction only provoked her more.

Quick as a cat and with determination, Y/N took Bucky by surprise when she pushed him forcefully away to the point he stepped back three feet and lost his grip on her throat. Before he could react, she slid off from the bar and stalked towards him, making Bucky lose his balance and fall with a thump onto the mattress.

He was on his back, propped up by his elbows and watching in a state of bewilderment, curiosity and… need as she stepped slowly towards the bed, his glass of whiskey suddenly in her hand. She leaned her head back and took a gulp, watching him with sheer arrogance in her eyes. Bucky’s bare pink cock throbbed at the insolence.

He wondered how far he could push her.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a single syllable, she raised her arm and tilted the glass over, spilling the remainder of the whiskey, and ice onto his chest. Bucky gasped at the coldness, looking down to watch the gold trickle run down his chest. In his moment of shock, Y/N took him by surprise when she slid smoothly on top of him, grabbed him by the throat and pushed him down firmly onto the mattress. Bucky’s lips parted.

It was her turn to lean in and whisper, “if you want it rough, we can do it rough, but don’t presume it’s going to be one-sided”.

Bucky had nothing to say to that. He watched with curious eyes as she reached expertly behind her and grabbed his cock in her hand, squeezing him harshly and giving him a little tug. Bucky liked the dominance in her eyes and the roughness of her grip on his cock and throat at once. There was something in it all that he had never experienced before and which made him vibrate with need, thick and hot.

His silent prayer was answered when she raised her hips and guided him to her entrance, sinking down onto him with venom in her eyes. Bucky’s mouth dropped open at the feeling of her wrapped around him like this, so warm and wet and tight. The whole thing was bliss and when her other hand joined the one around his throat and she tightened her grip further, Bucky let out the most pornographic moan in his entire life.

He lay in a state of defeat and euphoria as she raised her hips and began to ferociously and relentlessly slam herself down onto him, using his throat for support and his cursing for motivation. Bucky’s hands fisted the sheets to either side him, uncontrolled grunts falling from his lips.

Y/N’s furious movements didn’t falter, taking the parts of him she wanted, in the exact way and at the exact pace she desired. There was no protest from Bucky’s side, only groans, moans and his hands fumbling for something to grip. They found her hips, digging so hard into the soft flesh Y/N knew the marks were going to be difficult to cover up, but there was something so raw and obscene about the sheer force which only made her more aroused.

As for Bucky, he was used to fucking others, not getting fucked, especially not like this. In the back of his mind there was a voice telling him to stay still and let her use him in whatever way she liked. He wanted to be used; to be someone to fulfil her most primal needs in any way she desired, even if it meant discarding him right after.

It wasn’t, however, this simple. With the sheer level of testosterone and super soldier serum running through his veins, it wasn’t exactly easy for Bucky to succumb completely. There was a need and an urgency within him to fight with her for control, to make her bend to his will.

With his hands on her hips and her own still around his throat, Bucky used his strength to guide her forceful and frantic movements on top of him, slamming her down harder as he watched with dark eyes and continued to grind his teeth. With no super soldier serum and only her determination to fuel her, Y/N soon started to become sloppy, her thighs aching from the feral violence of it all. With her eyes screwed shut at the pleasure and her grip on his throat faltering, Bucky saw this as his opportunity to turn the tables around.

Gripping both of her wrists in his metal hand, he swiftly moved her aside so she fell back onto the mattress. He quickly pinned her hands above her head and chucked at the surprise on her face. Bucky had had enough.

He wanted control over her.

He wanted to ruin her.

His most basic instincts craved brutality.

“I could kill you right now,” he muttered humourlessly, holding her in place, his muscular thighs resting on either side of her stomach. She had flipped some switch inside of him that brought back feelings he had only ever experienced during his bloody past as the Winter Soldier. When he was nothing but a weapon to murder, he only ever experienced one feeling in his jumbled mind; the determination and drive to kill those who needed to disappear. The Winter Soldier was designed to be bloodthirsty and now, in the situation he found himself in, Bucky felt that familiar need for violence all over again. It was primal.

He leaned down towards her face. “I want to fucking destroy you,” he growled. His breathing was heavy and there was aggression and desperation in his voice that only made Y/N scoff at his confession.

“You can try,” she responded dryly, and Bucky examined her face for a few moments. There was no hint of fear or dread, only a mocking glint in her eyes which only served to aggravate him further.

Bucky said nothing, but Y/N gasped when he roughly spun her onto her front, her face pressed to the sheets, hair disheveled. He yanked her wrists behind her back and forcefully pushed her legs apart, hoisting her onto her knees by her arms and hair. She hissed at the pain, but the sound was cut short by the profanities spilling from her mouth when Bucky forced his cock past her glistening lips and pushed himself in balls deep. She curled her fingers into fists and screamed Bucky’s name at the immediate fast and violent pace, the sound mixing with the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. Bucky responded by pushing her face down into the mattress, but when that didn’t stop the whines and curses, he once again opted for the throat and pulled her against his chest.

“Be quiet,” he told her coldly, fucking her from behind like his life depended on it. He was merciless, taking her like he had never taken anyone before. He itched for a taste of sadism.

Bucky paid no mind to the sheer amount of strength and force he was using; Y/N’s throat burned from the strangulation, her wrists aching from his grip. The backs of her thighs were raw from the pounding, tears falling freely from her eyes and her pussy throbbing sweetly around him. After what felt like hours when truly only a few moments had passed, Y/N contemplated just how serious Bucky’s threat had been. The oxygen deprivation was resulting in the room beginning to spin, her face reddening and her mouth falling open, but just before she thought she was about to lose consciousness, he released her from his grip and she fell face first onto the mattress again.

Bucky held her ass up in the air despite her defeated state, and continued to savagely thrust in and out. He was starting to notice the bruising around her wrists and the redness on her ass from the violent collision of skin on skin. He paid them no mind; he cared for it no more than he did for the bed frame slamming against the wall or Natasha somewhere hundreds of miles away, probably wondering if Y/N was already asleep. All that mattered to Bucky was release, and how else he could take her before the night was over.

Bucky soon released Y/N’s wrists from behind her back and she promptly used her hands to support the weight of her torso. Y/N was just beginning to think she had a moment of reprieve from the ferocious fucking, but her thoughts were cut short by Bucky reaching over and grabbing her by the chin. He yanked her up slightly, just enough to force his metal thumb past her lips. She sucked on it vigorously, satisfied with the new found ability to sink her teeth into something which could provide some minuscule level of release. This satisfaction was short lived because all Bucky needed was some saliva, and then his hand was travelling to her ass, where he promptly began to tease her second hole. He circled it gingerly, and she gasped when he pushed his thumb in, the metal cold and the stretch delicious. She cried out at the feeling.

With Bucky’s cock pumping furiously into her cunt, his vibranium thumb in her ass and his flesh fingers on her clit, it was all too much and soon the frenzy was turning into an overwhelming wave of pleasure that all seemed a bit too much to handle.

Y/N screamed through her orgasm, her head light and tears streaming down her face, makeup running down her cheeks. Bucky only watched with wild eyes as her pussy creamed around his cock, her walls clenching in a furious rhythm that forced his own eyes to screw shut and thrust harder, faster. He was frantic.

“Look at you crumbling around my fucking cock. That’s it.” His voice held a demanding and sinister tone that only served to heighten the intensity of it all. “You know as well as I that this isn’t going to be the last time. No one can fuck you the way I can.”

Y/N did not protest; she couldn’t. The intensity of her orgasm spoke for itself, Bucky’s name and various profanities spilling from her mouth in waves. As her orgasm slowly drew to an end, she quickly lost all the energy that remained her and only managed some feeble whimpers as Bucky continued with his cruel and unforgiving thrusts. And although Y/N was quickly beginning to tap out, too weak to speak, let alone defy him again, Bucky was far from finished.

The serum in his veins was both a blessing and a curse; his stamina being a testament to that. Bucky could fuck for hours.

And so he did, thrusting hard and fast even when Y/N could no longer lift her head from exhaustion. He was lost in the feeling of her stretching to accommodate his size with every jerk of his hips, the delicious sight of him disappearing into that tight little pussy he had already grown addicted to, his shaft slick and glistening every time he pulled out. It was fucking psychedelic and he was desperate for more of it.

Bucky pulled out only briefly and effortlessly turned Y/N onto her back, then picked her up the way he had before. Exhausted and worn out, Y/N grabbed onto his shoulders for stability and swallowed thickly as he carried her towards and slammed her against the wall. Bucky was quick to capture her between the cold surface of the wall and his own towering height, her legs around his waist, his chest pressed firmly against her own. Her ass in his hands, Bucky expertly lowered her down onto his shaft and pressed her harder against the wall, resuming his relentless pace, his face buried in her shoulder, teeth sinking into her flesh.

“Bucky-” Y/N began, but was unsure of what she even wanted to say. Her eyes were screwed shut, toes curled, finger nails digging into his back, her pussy aching with overstimulation but she knew she didn’t want it to finish yet. She whimpered every time Bucky lifted and slammed her down onto his length, her bruised cervix screaming for a break, but her clit yearning for another release. The feeling was confusing and unfamiliar, and when Bucky’s mouth found her own in a frantic, messy and aggressive kiss, she could only moan at the feeling, her thighs shaking.

“I want to see your pretty little face covered in my cum,” he whispered breathlessly, the words expelled during a brief break from their violent kissing. A warmth spread in Y/N’s abdomen at his words, striking some chord within her that made her mouth water at the thought.

Exhausted and feeble, she broke away from the kiss and unwrapped her legs from around his waist. At first, Bucky didn’t want to let her go, until he realised her intentions and watched darkly as she slid onto her knees in front of him.

He placed his metal hand on the wall for support and closed his eyes when Y/N took him in her hands and brought his tip to her lips. She gave it a gentle little suck, and released it with a quiet pop, then raised his erection slightly for better access to his balls. Bucky took in a sharp breath when her tongue tickled the wrinkled skin and then again when she sucked one of them into her mouth.

Her eyes were open, looking up at him with curiosity, gauging his reaction and Bucky almost crumbled right then and there. Her mouth was skilled and the way she released his scrotum from her mouth noisily, then committed herself to give the other one the same attention, was something Bucky would never forget.

Her licks were playful, teasing and her eyes taunting despite her own exhaustion. Bucky’s mind was swimming, and when he looked down again, he groaned at the sight of all that fucking saliva, her mouth watering for his cock.

Unable to stop himself, Bucky caught a fistful of Y/N’s hair in his hands and she inhaled sharply just before he pushed himself past her lips, going as deep as her sweet little mouth would allow. He hit the back of her throat and watched her eyes water but she took it down eagerly, her hands soon wrapping around Bucky’s thighs and encouraging him to go faster. To fuck her mouth the way he fucked her pussy just moments earlier.

And so he did, thrusting hard and deep, time after time into her wet and soft mouth, her tongue massaging him just the way he liked. Bucky’s grip on her hair tightened and soon he was holding her head in place as he violently drove himself into her mouth. She was gagging, tears streaming again, but relishing the feeling of his cock pulsating against her tongue and the sound of his groans and grunts. Saliva was everywhere, dripping down her chin and onto her chest, and Bucky thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

He was frantic, violent and ferocious, not giving a shit about the force of his thrusts or how hard he was yanking on her hair. Not that Y/N minded. Something about the intensity of his bodily responses only egged her on further.

One second he was plunging himself deep down her throat, and a moment later he was pulling out completely, the pop echoing around the room. He caught her eyes with his own, took himself in his hand and gave himself two quick strokes before he came in short, hot spurts all over her cheeks and lips. Y/N’s mouth opened, tongue coming out instinctively, desperate for a taste.

Bucky’s aggression melted away, watching her in adoration as his orgasm washed over him, one hand catching the wall again for support. His knees almost buckled at the sensation, and he felt a feeling of calmness take over him again. With his eyes closed, his forehead pressed against the wall, Bucky gave himself a moment to compose himself.

Y/N watched him with a soft little smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

It was the early hours of the morning and it would soon be time to head back home, face Natasha, face Steve, face the repercussions of their night together.

As the endorphins began to wear off, reality was beginning to settle in, and neither Y/N, nor Bucky knew what the hell came next.

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some like it hot (3/4) todoroki x reader x bakugou

Rated: M (smut)

Words: 8.5K

Pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader x katsuki bakugou

Summary: A Charity Fundraiser leads to you going home with not one, but two of the most popular Pro Heroes of your generation. They say some like it hot, and you certainly aren’t complaining.

AKA: a totally not self-indulgent threesome fic

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | AO3

AN: Only one chapter left after this!!!

warnings: semi-public makeouts, temperature play, teasing

Taglist: @kiaoizz, @sarahs-castle-of-clouds

You smooth out the silky fabric of your dress, biting your lip as you look down at yourself, making sure everything is in place. While no stranger to dressing up for events like this, you’ve been especially nervous about tonight, taking painstaking measures to find a dress you liked and make sure everything is as close to perfect as you can get it.

Chalking it up to the short notice, you ignore the little voice in the back of your head calling you a filthy liar. All week you’ve been waiting for tonight, and now that it’s almost here, you’re beginning to realize you’ve run out of excuses not to make a move on a pair of certain Heroes. The thought is both exciting and nerve-wracking, but you still have an entire night to get through first. An incredibly chaotic night of socializing and making sure none of your high school friends do anything such as, but not limited to, starting fights (Bakugou), setting off explosions (also Bakugou), or getting shitfaced on champagne (Kaminari).

Deciding not to dwell on everything that could possibly go wrong tonight, you take a deep breath and throw your bedroom door open. “What do you think?” you ask the girls sitting on your couch as you step back into the living room. Two pairs of eyes immediately latch onto you, and you hold your breath, waiting for the verdict.

You needed all the help you could get today, and who better to ask for fashion advice than two of your favorite ladies?

They react accordingly.

Mina gasps and nearly falls off the couch as she lurches forward with wide eyes. “Damn, girl, you look hot!” She makes a show of assessing you, dark eyes roaming over your silver dress and the places where it clings to you perfectly, sleeveless and cut with a deep v-neck.

While her reaction is more subdued, Momo’s smile is no less genuine when she sees what you’re wearing, and her lips twitch in clear amusement by the way Mina practically throws herself at you. “You look lovely,” she compliments, analyzing you. “The color brings out your eyes. And that dress is a good fit for you. It shows off your figure nicely.”

Mina is significantly less tactful.

“No bra?” Mina hums as she circles around you, eyeing the low swoop of your backless dress as a catlike smile spreads across her face. As she comes to a stop in front of you, she wiggles her eyebrows. “Very sexy,” she continues. “Classy! But definitely sexy. Bold too. I know a pair of certain someone’s that’ll like that.”

The blatant teasing makes you flush, and you huff in annoyance. “I already told you, I’m not thinking about that tonight.” Another lie. It’s the only thing you’ve been able to think about for the past week. Even more so since the other day.

The wicked smile on Mina’s face only grows. “Doesn’t mean they won’t be,” she practically sings. “Both of them already eye-fuck you all the time, but with this dress? Oof. Good luck!”

The wave of arousal that floods through you is as embarrassing as it is hot, and you already know you’re in for a long night. “Mina!”

Momo is quick to pull the cackling girl out of your reach before you can do something like strangle her. She sits Mina back down on the couch and smiles at you again, this time reassuring. “I’ll make sure she behaves tonight,” she promises.

The glare you’re throwing Mina softens when you turn to Momo, and you sigh, resisting the urge to rake your fingers through your carefully done hair. “Thank you. You’re a queen,” you say, making Momo blush faintly.

“So, is everything ready for tonight?”

Mina snickers at the hurried change in subject.

“Almost,” you tell her. “There are a few last minute things we have to take care of, but so far, everything is running smoothly.” Well, as smoothly as anything Pro Hero related can be. The hard part hasn’t even started yet. “Izuku should be picking me up anytime now so we can head over to the venue. You know how involved he likes to be.”

Smiling, Momo nods. “I’m sure everything will be fine,” she tells you, clasping her hands together in her lap. Already, you can feel yourself beginning to calm down at her gentle words. “You’ve been working very hard this week, so try to enjoy yourself tonight. You deserve to have fun after all of the planning you’ve done.”

If you weren’t painfully in love with two hot-headed idiots and she didn’t have a steady girlfriend, you’d marry Momo right now.

Alas. A pout forms on your face as you think about how tonight is probably going to go. “I wish.” You sigh. “You know how events like this can get. Someone has to play babysitter.” The last time the former students of Class 1-A were left unchecked at a massive event, a table burst into flames. You may not have proof of who did it, but you do have your suspects.

With a shake of your head, you smooth down the front of your dress one last time. “I’ll be right back,” you tell the pair sitting on your couch before hurrying back to your room. There’s still a few more things you need to get done before you leave.

You’ve just finished putting in an earring when you hear someone step into your room behind you. Glancing over your shoulder in the mirror, you spot Kyouka standing awkwardly in the doorway behind you. One of her earphone jacks is wound around her finger as she twirls it nervously. “Kyouka!” You smile as her eyes rise to meet your own. “Where’d you go?” you ask as you pick up your other earring, fiddling with it.

She bites her lip. “Denki called me,” she murmurs back, shrugging. When you nod in understanding, she sighs and takes a step further into your room, quietly closing the door behind her. “Hey… can we talk?”

Her unusually hesitant tone makes you freeze up. “Sure. What’s up?” You force your voice to stay steady, but fumble a little while putting in your earring. Whatever she has to say, it’s obvious you aren’t going to like it. Kyouka very rarely sugarcoats anything.

If Kaminari already did something stupid you’re going to go ballistic.

A sick knot forms in your stomach and you can practically feel the blood drain from your complexion as you’re faced with a million and one possibilities for things that have already potentially gone wrong.

It’s not until you turn around to face her directly that she continues. “I probably should have brought this up earlier, but you’ve been hard to track down lately.” Kyouka stops twirling her earphone jack and crosses her arms instead, leaning back against the door. “You know how Denki and I have weekly double dates with Mina and Kiri, right?”

“Yeah.” There’s a clear tinge of suspicion in your tone as you wait for her to continue. Your eyes narrow as you stare at Kyouka, trying to get a better read on her. She doesn’t seem apologetic like you’d expect her to be if this was about Kaminari. Instead she just seems… awkward.

A frown forms on her lips. “The other day, it was Denki’s turn to pick the place, and we went to some bar. Bakugou came with us because he was pissed about something. Kirishima wouldn’t tell us what exactly, but he mentioned that Bakugou dragged you off somewhere to talk.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what day she’s talking about. But that doesn’t make any sense. Izuku, Shouto, and Katsuki were supposed to be going out together that night. And Izuku didn’t mention anything about Katsuki bailing on him the other day at work.

“Kyouka, what are you…?” You leave the question hanging, not sure what you want to ask her.

She fidgets again. “Okay, try not to get mad at her, but Mina had a lot to drink and—”

The obnoxious sound of your ringtone for Izuku going off in your purse cuts her off.

“Shit.” You scoop your bag off of your dresser and fumble for your phone. “Sorry, it’s Izuku, I have to take this.” Offering Kyouka an apologetic smile, you finally manage to grab your still ringing phone, a dorky picture of Izuku smiling back at you.

Her eyes open wide. “Wait!”

But it’s too late. You’re already accepting the call and pressing your phone against your ear. “Hello?” you ask as you carefully tuck your phone between your shoulder and your ear, your eyes darting around in search of the strappy heels you chose for the night.

The chipper voice that greets you isn’t Izuku, but you aren’t surprised. “Hey!” Ochako practically sings from the other end of the line. “Izuku and I just got here! We’re waiting for you out front!” Izuku mumbles something in the background that’s too quiet for you to hear clearly, but it makes Ochako giggle cutely. “He says there’s no need to rush, but he wants to get to the venue as soon as possible.”

“You are?” Finally, you find your shoes sitting beside the door and sigh. “Okay. I’ll be down in just a minute. Thanks!” After Ochako chirps out a “see you soon!”, you hang up and smile apologetically at your friend. “Sorry, Kyouka, I have to go.” Scooping up your heels, you shove your phone into your clutch, a flurry of movement as you grab everything you’ll need to get you through this fundraiser. “I’ll see you at the gala, right? Tell me about whatever Mina did then. I’m sure everything will work out!”

Part of you feels bad for bailing midway through the conversation, but if it’s just about Mina, you’re almost positive everything will be fine. The girl may be a bit of a hot mess, but she tends to get herself out of trouble just as easily as she gets into it. Besides, there are a million other things you need to worry about right now.

Kyouka whirls around as you open your bedroom door, staring at your back with wide eyes. “No, wait, this is—” She tries again to make you listen, but you don’t hear her over the sound of Mina’s loud chattering coming from the living room.

“I'm leaving!” you call out to Mina and Momo as you struggle to slip on your shoes, hopping on one foot towards your apartment door. Frowning, you glance at your closet. Will it be cold enough for a jacket tonight? Should you risk it? Fuck it. “Lock up before you guys leave, okay?”

Mina twists around on the couch, practically draping herself across the back as she pouts at you. “No! Don’t go!”

“We’ll see you soon!” Momo calls back with a short wave. “I’ll be sure to lock the doors and turn off the lights!”

“You’re a lifesaver, Momo!” And with that, you throw open your apartment door and dart into the hallway.

“Wait!” Kyouka watches in absolute horror as your apartment door shuts behind you before she can finish. She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs. “Fuck.”

You’re pleasantly surprised by the turnout for the fundraiser. The venue rented for the evening is packed, filled with hundreds of Pro Heroes, both current and retired, as well as other extremely important people, and you’re practically giddy with excitement as you see so many familiar faces. The anonymous donations being shared on a large screen haven’t stopped going up since the first hour of the night. Nothing has been set on fire or exploded. And no massive fights have broken out between any of the Pro Heroes in attendance. So far, you’re considering tonight to be a win on your part, and you’re trying not to think of all the ways things could change horrifically in a matter of seconds.

Not wanting to linger on the sour thought, you glance at the men chatting beside you, a pair of former classmates from the UA business department like you. Admittedly, you’re hardly paying attention to anything they’re saying, more interested in people-watching from where you’re perched against one of the far walls. Business is the last thing you want to talk about tonight after the last week of planning and stressful conversations with dozens of people.

Besides, it’s absolutely more fun watching Izuku flit around the room like a hummingbird on crack as he tries to greet everyone. Seiji is following him around like a shadow, in awe of all the Pro Heroes in the room. It was you who suggested that Izuku bring the intern to the fundraiser, mostly because you thought the experience would be good for him, but also because you knew it would be amusing to watch him wander around like an adorable little puppy for a few hours.

You regret nothing.

Hiding your smile behind your glass of champagne, your eyes slowly sweep across the room, searching for two people in particular, though you try not to be obvious. Predictably, you find a striking pair of ruby eyes already staring at you from across the ballroom floor, and like every other time you’ve caught him staring tonight, Katsuki makes a show out of letting his eyes wander down the length of your dress.

It seems any subtlety he had has disappeared since the other day. There’s absolutely no hint of shame as he practically undresses you with his eyes, heedless of Kirishima and Kaminari chatting on either side of him. And you’re definitely not complaining.

How could you, when you’re eyeing him with an equally shameless frequency? It’s almost unfair how good he looks, with his tousled, spiky hair and the suit he’s wearing almost casually. Your eyes keep drifting down to his chest without your permission, the tanned skin revealed by the unbuttoned collar of his shirt nothing short of enticing. Katsuki’s suit jacket is left unbuttoned, his shirt half undone, and his hair is a predictably spiky mess, but he still looks like a goddamn model, leaning against the wall with one hand shoved into his pocket.

With just one glance, you know you’re in trouble tonight. All week, it’s been a struggle to ignore the fact that you want to jump him and Shouto, and with the fundraiser in full swing, you’re running out of excuses not to.

The thought is ripped away when a very flustered Seiji nearly crashes right into you.

You gasp, moving your glass of champagne away from your body. “Shit, you okay, Nakamura?” Quickly looking the intern up and down, you don’t spot anything of immediate concern. Frowning, you stare at him as he blushes and avoids your gaze, more jittery than usual. “Did Kaminari give you champagne?” you demand, eyes narrowing dangerously as your gaze snaps across the room to where your idiot friend is. “I swear to god, if he gave you champagne after I explicitly told him not to, I’ll—”

Seiji’s eyes widen in alarm and he rapidly shakes his head. “All Might is here,” he tells you, voice hushed like it’s a secret and you aren’t aware of the guestlist for the event you basically planned yourself. The poor boy is practically vibrating with a terrible concoction of excitement and terror. He glances over his shoulder in the direction he came from, and you catch a glimpse of Izuku and All Might chatting.

Not for the first time, you seriously start to question if this nervous student is your boss’s secret child from an illicit affair.

Your tone is dry when you say, “I’m aware.”

Seiji glances between you and the pair of Pro Heroes a little ways away, still shuffling nervously on his feet. “What do I do?”

“Well, you could talk to him,” you suggest, like a hypocrite. Instead of solving your own love life crisis with words, you’ve settled for eye-fucking Katsuki from across the room, which isn’t exactly productive, but oh well. “Go on.” You give Seiji a little push. “He doesn’t bite. Besides, I’m sure he’d love to meet Midoriya’s favorite intern.”

“I’m his only intern,” Seiji reminds you, a pout on his face.

You roll your eyes and give him another nudge towards Izuku and All Might, walking with him until you’re close only a few feet away. “A win by default is still a win. Now, get to it.”

He shoots you a dubious look, but does what he’s told, slinking over to Izuku’s side. As soon as your boss catches sight of his intern, a smile breaks out across his face, and he’s quick to grab the poor boy and all but throw him into All Might’s waiting arms.

Snorting, you prepare to head back to your old classmates and resume staring at Katsuki from across the room like a horny teenager.

Cold fingertips press against your bare back and you jolt, arching away from the freezing touch with a soft gasp. “Hello, love,” a deep and familiar voice murmurs against the shell of your ear before you can start to panic. Lips brush against your skin, and you can feel them pull into a smile. The nickname makes your heart swell.

Forcing yourself to relax again, you lean into his side as your attention shifts away from your boss, his old teacher, and his very frazzled intern. “How long have you been here?” You tilt your head back to peer up at him, already leaning back so that your shoulder is pressing against his chest.

Shouto shrugs. “Not long,” he tells you. Those grey and turquoise eyes lock with yours, and he begins to draw slow circles on your back with his thumb. “I was running late.”

When you shiver, you aren’t sure if it’s because of the fact that he’s touching your bare skin or because he might as well be using his quirk on you. “Issue at the agency?” you ask, tilting your head a little more to get a better look at him.

Fuck, he looks good tonight. Like Katsuki, he’s gone for a simple, black suit and white shirt. But where Katsuki already looks disheveled with his jacket wide open and the top buttons of his dress-shirt left undone, Shouto is presentable in a way that has you wanting to make him disheveled. His jacket is fitted, a single button holding it together in the front. And his tie. What you’d do to grab that carefully pressed tie and yank him down to you.

A devilish smirk tugs at Shouto’s lips, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “Something like that,” he says. His fingertips slide up your back, tracing the length of your back. “You look beautiful tonight.” A lick of heat shoots straight down your spine as those bicolored eyes wander down your torso, like he’s drinking in the sight of you.

That look in his eyes paired with the gentle brush of his fingers on your back does something funny to you, makes you a little giddy.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” And then, because you’ve already had a glass of champagne and you’re feeling bold tonight, you actually do hook your fingers around the loop of his tie and give it a little tug. A low sound leaves the back of his throat, but Shouto comes willingly.

He dips his chin, close enough for you to feel the heat from his breath fanning over your lips. “Thank you,” he murmurs back to you, voice low and teasing.

A few people glance your way, looking between you and the Pro Hero curiously, but you ignore them all, too wrapped up in the man in front of you to notice the curious looks and a few whispers.

(Across the room, Katsuki hides a smirk behind the rim of his champagne glass, only half-listening to Kirishima and Kaminari chatting beside him. Shouto’s eyes flick away from you for just a second and meet Katsuki’s, red and turquoise clashing, but there’s no animosity this time.)

Shouto’s fingers twitch against your back, and then with a low groan, he leans down. “Still willing to be my human shield?” he murmurs to you.

For a moment, you’re confused, until you see a tall figure making his way through the crowd, a familiar flaming beard and mustache making you roll your eyes. If he sets anything on fire, you’re going to dump a bucket of water over the bastard’s head. “Of course,” you whisper back, plastering a smile on your face as you fiddle with your champagne flute.

“Good.” Shouto squeezes your hip in a silent thanks, and you try not to think about how good the contact feels. “Here he comes.”

“Shouto!” Endeavor calls out as soon as he spots his son. “There you are, boy. I’ve been—” He cuts off as soon as he sees you standing there as well, Shouto’s arm still wrapped firmly around your back.

You don’t even bother to hide your smirk at the look of distaste that crosses the older man’s face. Your smile is all teeth. “Endeavor!” you greet him before he can say anything else to his son. Mock enthusiasm is practically dripping from you, and you think you see Shouto trying to hide a smile from the corner of your eye. “Thank you so much for coming tonight. It means a lot to the public to see the faces of so many former Heroes at events like this.” Endeavor’s expression sours at the word “former”, and you decide to lay it on thick. “And I’m sure Deku greatly appreciates your support even in your retirement.”

Distaste drips from his every word. “I’m sure.” Endeavor’s turquoise eyes don’t spare you a second glance as he turns to Shouto with a meaningful look. There’s a demand there. Something that screams we need to talk, and Shouto’s grip on your waist tightens. He stands a little straighter, shoulders tense, and his lips twist into an angry line as he clenches his teeth.

Oh, but you aren’t done yet. Shifting so that you’re slightly in front of Shouto, you loudly bring Endeavor’s attention back to you. “How have you been? It’s been a while. I don’t think I’ve seen you since your retirement party.”

Shouto squeezes your hip again.

Endeavor looks at you like he’d rather be anywhere else, but with dozens of other people nearby and cameras sure to be watching, there’s nothing he can do aside from play nice.

And that’s how you, in your attempt to take your role of human shield very seriously, end up chatting idly with Endeavor about work, the charity event, and whatever the hell he’s been doing in his free time now that he’s no longer a full time Pro Hero. Neither of you give a shit about the conversation, but you’re both too stubborn to end it first, and Endeavor is clearly waiting for you to leave so that he can talk to his son alone.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

The conversation is taking a turn towards the recent tsunami when Shouto shifts his hand.

A small sound escapes you as those cold fingers brush against your naked back again. The palm of his hand is pressed low on your spine, the tip of one finger barely teasing the low hem of your dress. Whatever you’d been about to say to Endeavor sticks in your throat, your brain stuttering to a halt as Shouto’s thumb lazily strokes your bare skin.

Your breathy sigh is too quiet for Endeavor to hear, but Shouto’s gaze snaps over to you. When he sees you shiver, his eyes widen. “We’ll talk later, Endeavor,” he cuts off his father, eyes still on you.

Shouto doesn’t stay to hear Endeavor respond, and the older man’s protests are lost in the crowd as Shouto carefully guides you away. His hand is still on your back, and his breath tickles your ear as he leans down. “Come with me?” After you nod, he adjusts his grip on you, casually leading you out of the ballroom and away from the crowd.

You end up letting him pull you into a low-lit room that you think might be someone’s office. It’s only then that he lets you go, and you shut the door behind you as he crosses the small space. You follow, but stop when you reach the desk centered in the room. Setting down your clutch and the empty champagne glass you’ve been holding, you lean back against the desk and watch him with a small frown.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, eyes following him as he comes to a stop with his back to you. “Shouto?” Did the brief conversation with Endeavor upset him this much? You don’t voice the question, waiting for him to speak.

His head snaps up and he looks at you over his shoulder. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t put a finger on, but it’s gone as suddenly as it was there. “No,” he says, turning around to face you. “Nothing’s wrong. I just…” he trails off, taking a step closer to you. “Thank you, for earlier.”

“It was nothing,” you tell him, smiling when he comes to a stop in front of you, near enough for you to reach out and touch him, but you force your hands to stay still at your sides, not wanting to scare him off. Maybe it’s the lighting or the proximity, but all you want to do is feel him closer.

As if he can hear your silent request, Shouto moves impossibly closer, until you can feel the warmth radiating from him. “It wasn’t nothing.” The words are firm and your eyes find him in the dark. His eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Not to me.”

Heart practically in your throat, your mouth goes dry as he places his hands on either side of your hips, pinning you between him and the desk behind you just like he did the other day in his office. “Sho?” His name comes out shaky, breathy, and the look in his eyes is filled with so much affection that it almost hurts to stare at for too long.

You’re reaching for him without a second thought. The palms of your hands come to rest on either side of his face, and he sighs as you pull him down. It tickles when his bangs brush against your skin as his forehead is pressed to yours, and your mouth quirks upwards at the sensation. Shouto’s breath fans across your lips, his nose bumps against yours, and your chest squeezes like he has a vice grip around your heart.

And maybe he does.

“I should have kissed you the other day,” he tells you, quietly so that you almost miss it. One of his hands grasps your hip, pulling you even closer. “I wanted to.” Your lips part wordlessly at his confession. Shouto tilts his head to press his lips against the palm of your hand. “There’s a lot I wanted to do.”

Your mouth is dry. “Oh?” you say, for lack of anything else. It’s all you can do to keep a stupid smile off your face. He’s always had a way of surprising you.

A chaste kiss is pressed to your cheek as Shouto hums, and it would be sweet if his lips didn’t brush against you ear as he says, “I wanted to bend you over the desk and make you beg me to fuck you.” The hand that squeezes around your hip only punctuates his statement. “Would you have liked that, love?”

He leans away from you, and your hands fall to his chest, grasping at the lapels of his jacket and his tie, anything to keep you grounded. The dim light in the room casts shadows over his face, but his eyes are bright and trained on yours, watching your reaction to the question.

Your thighs rub together beneath your dress in a poor attempt to soothe the ache already beginning to grow there. There’s no way you could deny just how much you would have liked that, considering how you thought about it, too. “Shouto,” you choke out his name, practically gasping it as his thumb brushes against your hip, causing ice to shoot through your veins. The silky tie he’s wearing is crushed between your fingers. You swear you can feel his heartbeat beneath your trembling fingers.

“You sound so pretty moaning my name,” he murmurs. His right hand snakes around your hips to press against your bare back, cold and hot all at once, and it’s too much for you.

“I—fuck.” The grip you have on his tie tightens further, and you yank him down to you without a second of hesitation, desperate to feel him against you.

And then your mouths meet in a kiss that’s sweeter than you imagined; it steals your breath, and you know the taste of his lips will linger on yours for days. Shouto’s palm presses against the small of your back, gently curving your chest against his until there’s no space left between you. His other hand trails up your spine slowly as your lips move against his, settling into a gentle rhythm.

Shouto cups the back of your neck. His hands slide over your bare shoulders, grip your hips, pull you closer and closer until there’s no space left between. You make a quiet sound of protest as his lips leave yours, only to gasp when his hands hook beneath your thighs and lift. You go willingly, gripping his shoulders as he sets you down on the desk. The silver dress you’re wearing is hiked up your hips, neither of you caring if the fabric is wrinkled, and the moan you make when his hands grab your thighs with wildly different temperatures is quickly cut off by a more heated kiss.

One of your legs loops around his hip to pull him closer, and you sigh once you feel his torso pressed against your own, little space left between you and him. Shouto’s hands smooth across your bare legs, drinking in the feel of your soft skin beneath his palms where he hasn’t been allowed to touch you before. The flashes of heated skin and frozen fingers have gasps and sighs spilling from your mouth, every sound quickly swallowed by him. His thumb brushes against the hem of your panties, and you fumble with the top button of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to rip the fabric away.

His mouth leaves yours with a lewd, wet sound, and then his teeth are scraping across the side of your throat, his tongue flicking out to taste you. Your tilt your head for him, your eyes fluttering shut as he presses butterfly kisses from your neck to your exposed collarbone, then slowly works his way back up to your cheek.

Another chaste kiss is stolen, and you can’t fight back a giggle. Shouto smiles against your mouth.

It’s a flurry of motion as the two of you kiss in the half-lit room, the only sounds the heavy breathing shared between the two of you and the gentle thrum of muffled music coming from the ballroom. Your hands are shaky when they cup the back of his neck and play with his hair. Your heart pounds in your chest, threatening to leap straight into his.

“Shouto,” you gasp against his ear as his lips find a sensitive spot just below your jaw. Deciding he likes the sound, he nips at the spot and lets his tongue draw slow circles over it until you’re squirming. Nonsensical praises and please keep falling from your mouth as his mouth meets your neck and sucks. He seems determined to work a hickey onto your throat, teething at you until your nails are raking down the back of his jacket.

Your eyes snap open wide as the door to the office clicks and is shoved open unceremoniously. Your stomach drops. A jolt of panic shoots straight through you, but Shouto doesn’t let you turn your head to investigate, apparently unconcerned with whoever just walked in on the two of you. In fact, it only seems to spur him on as he nibbles at your neck.

Flustered, you’re about to push him away when the new arrival speaks.

“Starting without me, you icy hot bastard?”

Oh. It’s Katsuki. Excellent. You aren’t sure what you should be feeling considering one of the guys you like just walked in on you making out with the other guy you like, but you’re pretty sure that hot burst of arousal that goes right to your core isn’t it. Though, you’re certainly not complaining.

Neither is the man currently dragging his tongue across the hickey on your neck.

Shouto nips at your throat one final time before pulling back. “You were taking too long,” he tells Katsuki before blowing cold air against the wet skin on your neck. Shuddering, your back arches, your chest pressing tighter against his. A pleased hum leaves Shouto at your reaction, and his right hand slides up your side to palm your breast as he stares at the pretty little mark he left on you.

The cold thumb that brushes against your nipple has you mewling, and he squeezes the thigh you have hooked around his hip.

“Got caught up with that damn nerd,” Katsuki grumbles, kicking the door shut again. You hear the lock twist, and Shouto finally lets you look at Katsuki. Hungry, ruby eyes meet yours and a roguish smile crosses his face. “How ya doin’, angel?” he asks casually, raking his eyes down your quivering body and settling on your thighs where Shouto has your dress hiked around your hips. His tongue sweeps across his lower lip before he pushes away from the door and walks towards you and Shouto.

You should probably stop Shouto as his lips move to your jaw and his fingers slip beneath your dress to touch your breast directly, but those freezing fingers pinching and rolling over your nipple are making it hard to think. “I—I’m good,” you tell him, watching Katsuki until he disappears behind you. “Want to let me in on whatever it is you guys are up to?”

By now, you have a pretty good idea what’s going on, but you still want to make sure that all three of you are on the same page here. It dawns on you suddenly exactly what Kyouka was trying to tell you earlier, and you aren’t sure if you should be pissed at Mina or thank her later.

The pair of hands that grab your hips have you leaning towards a massive thank you. “Come on, sweetcheeks.” Katsuki scoffs and leans down to nip at your ear. “You’re smarter than that.” Greedy fingers squeeze your hips before he lets go of you with one hand.

“Maybe I want to hear you say it,” you huff as he grabs your hair none too gently and tilts your head to his liking. Katsuki’s lips meet your jaw at the same time Shouto tugs at your nipple again. The cold has you painfully sensitive already, and you can’t help but squirm between them. Your fingernails drag against Shouto’s back and he grunts in approval.

Katsuki just clicks his tongue. “You wanna fuck or talk, babe?”

Someone’s chatty tonight. You roll your eyes at his sass. Meanwhile, Shouto is making better use of his mouth, content to let you and Katsuki bicker as his lips peruse your skin.

Because you really don’t want to give Katsuki the satisfaction of shutting you up, you opt to keep talking. “Mina told you what I said, didn’t she?” you ask as he places a series of rough, wet kisses along your jawline. “And, apparently, you told Sho.” At the sound of his name, Shouto nips at the swell of your breast and spreads your legs wider until his hips are pressed flush to yours.

“You complainin’?”

“No.” You arch your back and press your chest more firmly into Shouto’s palm when Katsuki’s hand reaches down to grope your ass. Figures he’d be an ass man. “But I was going to wait until after the party to bring this up.” You’re a little surprised they managed to coordinate this in such a short timeframe, but you know how determined they can be when they put their minds to something.

Apparently, all it takes to get them to work together is the thought of a threeseome. That’s something you’ll definitely be filing away for later.

Cheeky bastard that he is, Katsuki latches onto that after. “Oh?” he drawls, smirking against your cheek. “You been thinking about this awhile?”

“All week,” you admit with a gasp as Shouto heats up the hand on your thigh and begins to knead. Your hips roll forward against his, and he swears and mumbles your name under his breath. “Thank the girls for that. They’re the ones that told me to go for it. I was content to just keep pining.”

Katsuki buries his face against your hair and gives your ass a squeeze. “Shoulda said something sooner, babe. I’ve been thinking about fucking this tight little ass for years.”

White hot arousal coils in your belly as the admission hits you right between your thighs. You shiver at the thought.

“Of course, you have. Pervert.”

When Katsuki chuckles, it’s deep and mocking. “I’m not the one that wants to get fucked by two cocks, angel,” he whispers in your ear. Before you can fire something back at him, your head is pulled back roughly and his lips find yours in a bruising kiss.

Unlike with Shouto, there’s nothing gentle about the way Katsuki’s mouth moves against yours. From the beginning, it’s nothing but intense passion that has you moaning against him. He takes control of the kiss quickly, all teeth and tongue as he latches onto your bottom lip and tugs. He gropes at your ass again, pulling your dress out of the way to grab at your bare skin. The waistband of your panties snap against your skin as he slips a finger beneath the silk and lace, and when you gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth to taste you.

It’s almost too much happening at once between Katsuki at your back and Shouto mouthing at your collarbones. Both of his hands are on your thighs now, his fingertips drawing nonsensical shapes on your already sensitive skin, the temperature alternating rapidly between hot and cold.

When Katsuki finally pulls away so that you can breathe, you grab Shouto’s shoulders with shaky hands, trying to steady yourself. His gaze flicks up to meet yours. You wet your lips and he follows the movement with his eyes. “Shouto. Are you okay with all of this?”

Slowly, Shouto pulls his mouth from your breast. His palms smooth over your thighs as he straightens to his full height, staring down at you. “Are you?” he asks softly, his right hand leaving your thigh to cradle your cheek. As he watches your expression, his thumb traces the high point of your cheekbone.

Nodding, you let your hands slide down to his chest, where you fist your fingers in his shirt, uncaring as you wrinkle the fabric. “Yeah,” you whisper, the room suddenly quiet. Katsuki has stopped moving behind you, listening carefully to what you’re saying. “I want you. Both of you.”

Shouto’s small smile at your admission is blinding. “Good.”

He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and you giggle as he finally finds your lips. Katsuki scoffs and mumbles something that sounds like “saps”, but you can hear the fondness behind the half-hearted insult.

Shouto’s kiss is hungrier than before, his lips hot and dominating against your own. A trail of fire follows in his wake, and you tremble as his thumb brushes the juncture of your thigh and pelvis, just inches from where you want him. The hand cradling your face drops back to your thigh, holding your legs open easily. You can feel him against your thigh, hard and hot, and you tilt your chin to kiss him harder, your lips moving eagerly beneath his. An ache forms in the pit of your stomach as he parts your lips to kiss you deeper.

One of your hands disentangles from his shirt and slides to the back of his neck, where you grip his red and white hair and pull. A low sound tears from his chest and he grunts against your lips, the noise smothered. Your thighs clench around his hips.

Behind you, Katsuki begins to move again, his hands running over your naked back and slipping beneath your dress to squeeze your waist. A whimper falls from your lips as Katsuki suddenly gropes your breasts and rolls your nipples between his fingers. He chuckles at your reaction and removes his hands just as quickly. Instead, his mouth finds the back of your neck and shoulders, his teeth immediately finding a spot that has you shuddering in delight.

As Shouto starts to pull away, you jolt forward to steal another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. The low moan that escapes from Shouto as your teeth press against his skin is nothing short of beautiful, and your tongue slides across his lip to soothe the sting.

Before you can lean back, Shouto breathes a teasing stream of cold air into your mouth that chills you from the inside out.

The cold is chased away by the hot fingers that stroke the front of your damp panties. Another choked moan falls from you as Shouto’s thumb traces slow circles around your clit. “You’re so wet already,” he murmurs, watching as your back arches and your face twists with pleasure. Your thighs twitch around him.

The air in the room is stifling and warm, and it’s hard to breathe between Katsuki sucking a bruise against your neck and Shouto’s fingers working magic between your thighs. You barely manage to choke out, “Like either of you can talk.”

You roll your hips against Shouto’s for good measure, feeling the outline of his cock through his dress pants. Katsuki is no better with his hard length pressing up against your ass.

Shouto’s thumb presses harder against your clit and you gasp. “Shouto!” You squirm against his fingers as he continues to tease your clit, chuckling at the frustrated sound you make. You’re practically dripping already. “Please.”

“Please what?” he goads, continuing his slow torture on your sensitive nerve endings.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was trying to kill you right now. Each touch is only making you more aroused. The knot in your stomach keeps coiling tighter and tighter, and you’re almost embarrassed to think about how close you are to coming already.

Shouto’s teasing is cut short by a very impatient Katsuki. “Oi, Icy Hot,” he growls as his mouth rips away from your neck. Red eyes glare at Shouto over your shoulder, and Shouto’s gaze slides to Katsuki’s in annoyance. “Hurry up and fucking do something or I will.”

To punctuate his statement, Katsuki reaches around you to squeeze your breast.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto ignores Katsuki and leans in so that his breath is fanning over your face. “We’re gonna make you feel good, love,” he says, just as the fingers rolling over your clit switch hands. The freezing temperature makes you cry out, your thighs trying to snap shut around Shouto’s arm, but you’re blocked by his hips and the strong hand that pins your leg to the desk.

“Damn right,” Katsuki chuckles behind you.

The next few minutes are a blur of hands and mouths. They’re always touching you: grabbing and squeezing your sides and hips, teeth nipping at your neck, chests pressing against you. It makes you dizzy with lust. In the haze settling around the three of you, you manage to tear open Shouto’s jacket and untuck his shirt. A button flies by and bounces off the desk, but none of you give it a second glance. A sigh leaves your lips as your hands slip beneath the hem of his shirt, skimming over the defined muscles of his torso that you’ve seen plenty of times but never gotten to touch.

It’s even better than you could have imagined.

A loud bang from outside the room is what causes the three of you to pull apart.

You’re panting, dizzy from the heat and lack of oxygen, and you shiver as cold air caresses the wet spot on the side of your neck that Katsuki was laving attention to. Chest heaving, your gaze snaps to the door. You flush as you realize how much of a wreck you must look with your hair disheveled and your dress hiked up your thighs.

Shouto and Katsuki aren’t much better with their heavy breathing and swollen lips. Your hands have made a mess of Shouto’s hair, and you’ve worked his dress shirt half-way unbuttoned, revealing inches of his bare chest that you want to lean in and lick. His tie is askew, crooked and loose from your tugging. Having been behind you, Katsuki was spared from the brunt of your grabby hands, but that’s something you’re definitely going to fix later.

Another sound from out in the hallway has Katsuki swearing under his breath. His eyes narrow in irritation as he peels his hands away from you. You’re pretty sure he’s pouting over the interruption, and you would roll your eyes if you weren’t completely frozen over the thought of getting caught sandwiched between two incredibly hot Pro Heroes. Pun intended.

The doorknob rattles as the sound of giggling and a low, husky voice come from the other side of the door. A pair of shadows move across the bottom of the door, blocking out the thin sliver of light from the hallway. You don’t recognize the voices on the other side, but you aren’t willing to take the chance that they might know you.

Thank fuck Katsuki locked the damn door behind him.

The three of you stand there frozen in silence until the couple in the hallway give up and move onto the next empty room they can find. Your heart doesn’t stop racing until their footsteps disappear, and you’re only mildly embarrassed at the little thrill that runs through you at the thought of almost getting caught.

Sighing, Shouto squeezes your thigh and drops his head onto your shoulder. A sweet kiss is pressed against the side of your throat, and your leg tightens around his hip, accidentally pulling him closer. You can’t help but flush when you feel a very prominent bulge pressing against the inside of your leg, and Shouto’s responding groan has heat pooling in your stomach all over again.

A scoff makes you glance over your shoulder at a fuming Katsuki. “Damn shitty extras,” he grumbles, still glaring at the door. Oh, yeah. Definitely pouting.

“What have we said about calling people extras?” you ask automatically, rolling your eyes at his childish anger. You’ve told him at least one hundred times to stop calling people extras because it’s rude.

His response is immediate. “It’s impolite and makes me look like an egotistical fuck.” Close enough.

You don’t reply. Katsuki is still glaring at the door and grumbling under his breath. And Shouto’s half-hard cock is still pressed against your thigh, so you don’t dare move, even though the stupid, horny part of your brain is begging you to wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips against his.

Eventually, Shouto leans away from you and takes a half-step back. Blue and grey eyes lock on yours through his messy red and white bangs. “What now?” he asks, glancing at Katsuki for a second before turning right back to you. He squeezes your thigh again, thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles against your leg.

Shouto’s pupils are dilated, blown wide with lust, and you think he’d probably fuck you right here and now if you gave him permission to.

A pair of hands latch onto your hips from behind and a firm chest presses against your back. “I can think of something fun.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t stop his hands from slipping back under your dress and teasing your sides. “We are not having sex here, Katsuki,” you state firmly, fighting to keep your voice even as a rough hand palms your breast. Your back arches anyway. “Did you already forget that we almost just got caught?” It’s hard to sound reprimanding when he pinches your nipple and has you sighing.

“What?” Katsuki chuckles and leans down to nip at the back of your neck. “That turn you on, angel?”

You don’t have to turn around to picture the stupid smirk on his face as he teases you.

Maybe it’s the champagne from earlier making you loose-lipped, or the fact that you just made out with both of them and almost got caught, but you’re feeling a little braver than usual. “Absolutely,” you admit, startling both Katsuki and Shouto with your blunt answer. “But I don’t exactly need any of the people I work with seeing me naked.”

If Izuku walked in on this, you’re pretty sure he’d never be able to look any of you in the eye again. And if Seiji, god forbid, walked in on this, you’d have to change your name and move to another country all together.

At the mention of anyone else seeing you like this, Shouto’s grip on you grows a little tighter. His eyes narrow, and there’s a possessive edge to his low voice when he says, “Agreed.” His warm hand slides up your thigh until his fingers are brushing against the silky hem of your panties.

You swallow a pleased sound. “Besides,” you glance from Shouto to Katsuki, “my apartment isn’t far.” If this is going to happen tonight, you’re going to take your time with them, and you definitely can’t do that here.

A snort. “Cowards.”

“I thought you wanted to fuck my ass, Katsuki?” you tease, rocking your hips back against his as much as you can. “The lube is at home.”

That catches both boys’ attention.

Katsuki lets go of you and practically shoves you forward into Shouto’s arms; Shouto grunts as he catches you with ease, his expression nothing short of amused as he grabs your clutch off the desk. Gently, he sets you back down on your heels, your legs shaky beneath you.

“Fuck, let’s go!” Katsuki barks at the two of you, already stomping towards the door. “Now!”

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murumokirby360 · 3 years

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My UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter Review (Recorded Video) - Part 4 [Jan 26, 2021]

Here’s my part 4 of my UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter for my Windows PC.📶🖥️😊

In this half part, I’m connecting another device of mine; and yet another Awei brand item that I’m recently used, my Awei 780BL Bluetooth Wireless Headphone.🎧🙂

We’ve already seen the performance audio connection test with my Awei Y200 Bluetooth Speaker before, right? Well if you haven’t seen my two posts then please click these:↓

•My UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter Review (Recorded Video) - Part 3 [Jan 14, 2021]

• My UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter Review (Recorded Video) - Part 3.5 [Jan 14, 2021]

*But before that, I want YOU… Yes you, which you’re reading my description. I want you to watch my recorded video first 📹📲 (as a observation) before you read the rest of my reaction experience. Hope you’re watching…

So without further ado, let’s get started:

My Experience: • (Now as you already done watching video.) I’m doing the same thing as before from my previous video, so I’ll just skip it and moving on through my pairing connection.

BTW #1: You may notice that the left side part of my headphone was already covered in scotch tape a wire tangled, although you can’t see it. And that because the plastic quality wasn’t good at all, even the metal part on the top I decided to put some scotch tape as well. But it seems work very well on both channels, and worry I will reveal my new 1 year old unboxed wireless headphone very very soon when I’m done all of my topics I have.

• Anyways... I try to make closer with my headphones just to hear the voice sound on both channels while I’m syncing with my UGREEN Bluetooth adapter on my PC; so I advice that you should wear a headphone / earphones and pump up the volume to hear better. And once it says “connected”, I’m now ready to test out some audio performance, latencies and distance, just like I did to my Awei Bluetooth speaker.🙂🎧🔊🎚️

BTW #2: This is my 2nd attempt to connect Bluetooth audio with my headphone, because the 1st one was a bit long than the 2nd.

#3: Here’s what it looks like. My Honor 8C phone didn’t focus well during recording video.↓

• As I test out a volume adjuster sound I noticed that there’s a beep sound when I reached 100 or maxed out volume with my mouse to drag 🎧🔊🎚️🖱️. The volume buttons from my headphone didn’t work without any media window task opened or in youtube on the browser task. Not to mention that the pause/play button from my headphone didn’t work as well. It’s kind a bummer to me because my Awei Y200 Bluetooth speaker can adjust the volume with the touch control without opening any media task or youtube on the browser task. So I guess to need to open any media in order to adjust the volume hearings.🎧🔊🎚️

• As for the audio performance and latencies ⏱️🎶, it seems very okay 👍. I haven’t seen any problems whatsoever; especially when I open some sync audio test, the audio timing is perfect.⏱️🔊 From listening music on youtube and groove music from my Windows 10 PC, watching videos on both VLC (just once) and not to mention the first one to gaming audio while I’m playing games on emulators and PC games, it seems to me that I haven’t encounter any latency issues on connecting my wireless headphone at all - so it’s very impressive to say.😊👍

• Unfortunately not at all games that hasn’t latency issues... You see, while waiting to load GTA V online I was gonna grab some hot beverages when I notice some audio cuts, making it a bit delay on audio. The only thing to solve this problem is reconnect by turning off and on my wireless headphone in order to fix this situation, no biggie though.⚙️🔧🎧

• Sadly in Red Alert 3 while connecting my wireless headphones, I didn’t hear the sound at all...Literally.😟🎧🔈❌ I tried to restart my PC and the result was the same, so there’s nothing I can do, but plugging wired with my Auxiliary audio cable (of the same brand [CLICK ME!]) as my alternative solution/way, no problem at all.

• GTA San Andreas standalone on the other hand, same perform well as GTA V Online. Both GTA SA and V Online have noticeable late audio, but it seems fine well nonetheless.🙂🎧

• As for my experimental audio distance 📏🎧, well when I reach to 15 to less than 20 meters I was surprised 😮, it achieved the same distance as my wireless speaker (of the same brand) 📻🎧. However unlike my Awei wireless speaker, my Awei wireless headphone had suffer audio cuts/hiccups when I over reach the distance but it doesn’t effect the latency issues while listening music/video, so it can keep up (I think). Although I would prefer my Awei wireless speaker for a better overall 📻, but in case that my wireless speaker’s battery runs out and it needs to charge I would go wear with my headphones while doing something.🎧🎵🙂

• Uh yeah, I even toying the play/pause button with my headphone without noticeable latency issues on both close and/or far meter distance from my PC.🎧⏯️📏

Overall: • I enjoy some connection test with my UGREEN Bluetooth adapter and my Awei wireless speaker.😊🎧📶🖥️ Like I said before, this is far better than my old built-in Bluetooth card module from my old Lenovo laptop. And much like In my previous part posts, it pretty worked well for my headphone. And to think, this is what I need though; I don’t need to bring out my audio cable and plugging through my PC, because my UGREEN USB Bluetooth adapter had a superior wireless connection.📶 And even though they have some bit delays, I could reconnect it anyways - so there’s that.

There’s so much to do for my UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter, and hopefully I will finish it this topic before I proceed or continue my other topic reviews. Once again, hope I will try some other wireless devices very soon.😊🎧🎮📱

Well, that’s all for now. If you want to see related posts about that, I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

UGREEN USB Bluetooth Adapter: • Unopened parcel [Nov 9, 2020] • Revealing item (Recorded Video) [Nov 9, 2020] • Part 1 [Dec 5, 2020] • Part 2 [Dec 15, 2020] • Part 3 [Jan 14, 2021] • Part 3.5 [Jan 14, 2021]

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 4 years

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can you meet me tonight in detention? (Iida Tenya X Reader)

I’s been wanting to write for Iida for a while... and so I did! My best... I love this boy he’s so underrated compared to Deku, Bakugo and Todoroki and he’s so nice... uptight... but nice...

Summary: Even the hardest workers get stressed out and exhausted, but sometimes stressed out just snap...

Warning: The reader is not going to be very kind in this story because well... while I have my limits on how mean a reader can be, I also thought it’d be neat to feature a mean-ish kind of reader in a story. But... if you don’t really like, I don't recommend this.

I also wrote this because I’m so stressed out I wish I could scream at someone since the people I’m around IRL either don’t notice or just don’t give a shit.

Also angst, mentions of stress and anxiety, but with a happy ending.

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vw9k5HWGwI

I'm not a bad guy So don't treat me bad if I'm feeling sad, alright? Please don't be mad if I don't smile back, alright? If I fuck up my words, don't think I'm absurd, alright? Alright?

“Are you serious…?” You said outloud as you sat on your bed, looking at your phone and reading up on certain pages and wikis that interested you as a means to distract yourself from the fact that you had a shit-ton of homework due at the end of the week, as well as like 3 different tests.

Thankfully, Iida was already kind enough to actually help you study for the test that was today in class, and even helped you in the other subjects and yet for some reason your brain still felt empty. He was so nice, he really did help you but you envied how he could easily retain this information. Clearly, he knew you were struggling, but you had a feeling he didn’t entirely get just how much you were struggling both emotionally and physically.

You wanted to tell him, you did but at the same time it wasn’t any of his business. Iida was too sweet to put up with your bullshit and you weren’t going to do that to him. So to you it just felt like it made more sense to bottle all of this up rather than be upfront with your stress. And anything else you might have felt for him…

When did school get so hard? And when did it catch up to you all so fast? Did you procrastinate worse than you thought? Or were the teachers just being extra cruel?

At this point you had no idea, but all that mattered was that you were in your dorm room and could only partially relax before those fucking tests. You just wanted to sleep for the rest of your life or at least sleep all the way through your school-life until you get somewhere you want.

The worst part?

The second you blinked you realized that you had already somehow fallen asleep and the clock on your phone read 8 am. God... you couldn’t...

You couldn’t get yourself out of bed yet, you had to just lie down for another 5 minutes before those motherfucking tests.

“(Y/N). Are you okay?” However, a soft knock and a soft voice broke you from your thoughts but it was only Uraraka and you sighed in relief. She was okay, you didn’t mind hearing from her. “Uh huh I’m good Ochako.” You replied neutrally and you didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling.

“Oh good! Breakfast will be ready soon okay?”

You smiled a little bit and gave another relieved sigh, “Okay… awesome I’ll be there shortly.” Good, you could stress eat at breakfast and try to not freak out or throw it back up when you start your tests.

Once you made it to the kitchen to eat with everyone, keeping to yourself and managing to somehow eat enough to satisfy your hunger for a little bit. Although you didn’t seem to notice that some of your friends, namely Uraraka, Midoriya and Iida had noticed how little you’ve been eating lately.

You barely had much breakfast at all...

However, you didn’t want to bother anyone at all until everything was taken care of so you quickly hid away once breakfast was over so you could relax in the commons for a little while longer until class starts and then you had to do all those blasted tests.

Once your ass hit the soft couch, you immediately put your ear buds in to play the first song that came to mind to block out the rest of the world for at least 3 minutes.

“Find a cure Find a cure for her life Put a price Put a price on her soul.”

“Oh my god Oh you think I'm in control Oh my god Oh you think it's all for fun.”

“Oh my God…” You mouth the lyrics and bobbed your head to the lyrics with your eyes closed, completely ignoring the reality around you as you sang this beautifully angry song that sounded just like your life right now.

“(L/N).”

And you had no idea that someone was trying to get your attention as you just kept mouthing the lyrics and dancing in seat to the rhythm.

“(L/N).”

Nope, you couldn’t hear anything, you were too busy rocking out and listening to the screaming and the cries for help that you made you wanna scream too. Yeah! You were going to do it!

“(L/N)!”

Except you didn’t shout, it was someone else who had raised their voice and tapped your shoulder as you opened your eyes in shock and looked up at the offender with wide (E/C) eyes. It was Iida, and he didn’t look too happy with the fact that you had your earphones on full blast and didn’t hear him. But your shocked look just turned into a look of annoyance as you reluctantly put your music on pause.

“Please take off your headphones.” He started by politely requesting that you take the buds out of your ears and God you were so annoyed but did it anyway, “Ugh…” What did he want now? You were NOT in the mood.

“What Iida?” That came off a lot ruder than you intended to but at this point you were starting to care less and less.

“You really shouldn’t listen to your music at such high volume, it might actually worsen your hearing overtime.” He just HAD to give you a little mini-lecture about how listening to music too loud was going to make your hearing worse as you get older.

Why did you have a crush on him? Dammit, you wanted to focus on the fact that he was so handsome because he was. He was so handsome and such a good guy, and you adored him, but right now you weren’t in lovey-dovey mode, you were in hella-stressed mode and thus in a bad place to be lectured.

Hella-stressed mode brought out a less than pleasant side of you, where you just saw all the flaws in people and sometimes you did things you often regretted afterward. Right now you were holding it all back though, for Iida’s sake…

I'm physically exhausted Tired of my knuckles beating I'm chewing gum to pass this time Sadness, can't you see it? You're too busy seeking self-pleasures Look at how I'm feeling You write me up and say it's love And I can't believe it...

“Whatever, I’m going to the bathroom to wash my face or something... I’m exhausted.” Standing up, you tried to exit but he stopped you before you got the chance to take even a step forward. “I’m sorry (L/N) but could you please stay where you are? There’s something you and I need to discuss because I think it’s very important regarding your exhaustion.”

“Ugh.” You replied in annoyance, completely missing the concerned look on his face turn mildly offended, but at least he didn’t call you out on it. “I know you’re quite busy, but as of late you haven’t been eating very well. I’ve noticed it. I recommend that you start to monitor yourself because skipping even one meal can impact your moods and affect your health. Look at yourself, you’re out of it and that makes me wonder if you’ve been getting enough sleep.” He was telling you this like you didn’t already know that.

“Mm-hmm.” You nodded and hummed as you tried not to express ALL the annoyance you had right now.

“You’ve been falling behind a little bit too, I think it might be because of this decline in eating well. So please start taking better care of yourself okay? I can help you though if you-.” You had to stop him right there.

“I’m well aware of that Iida. Why do you think I’ve been working so hard? I know I’m falling behind… that’s why I’ve been working my ass off lately.” Keeping your cool (but barely) you explained yourself and hoped that it would make him see from your point of you, but he didn’t seem to entirely get your plight.

“And I commend you for that, but I’m also talking about your health here. Not taking care of yourself is going to make your grades suffer, it’s why you’re struggling right now.” Iida meant well, he really did, but he just did not understand…

“Is that really why I’m struggling? Is it?” So you lost some of your patience with him but didn’t raise your voice. Although he was a bit surprised at how you were biting back.

“Yes I believe so, that’s why I’m suggesting that you eat better so you don’t struggle like you currently are right now, and furthermore I recommend procrastinating less, I’m aware that you’re prone to that, which may also be why you’re struggling.” Twitching your eyebrow, you lost the ability to look at him because the more he spoke, the more it felt like he was just calling you out.

“Not everyone can be as on top of it as you okay?” Maybe this time he’d get the message to leave you alone, because right now you wanted him to just go and not remind you of how much you were sucking and how much stress you were in as your heart started to race...

And this wasn’t one of those crush heartbeating things, no, you were trembling because of everything that was starting to crawl into your skin as you resisted the urge to pace and run away or do something else undesirable...

Iida was even more surprised, but he still tried to be sympathetic because he was, he really was to your plight even though he wasn’t completely aware of how you were feeling. “(L/N) please… I’m not trying to put myself above you or offend you, I’m trying to help you because I’m worried about you and I want you to-“

That’s it…

“Dammit will you just SHUT YOUR TRAP AND LET ME HAVE THE LAST WORD FOR ONCE?!” There was nothing you saw other than red as you suddenly just screamed at the class rep and ignored how your shout had alarmed some of your classmates as they somewhat awkwardly arrived at the source of the shouting.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You simply couldn’t have someone trying to talk you down and ignore the fact that you were so pissed off and stressed out. And you REALLY didn’t need someone to kick you while you’re down. Whether they intended to do that or not, you didn’t need it and you didn’t want it.

Iida was visibly horrified, his eyes went wide at your sudden outburst but he couldn’t just let you get away with talking to him like that when he was just trying to help you. “(L/N)! Watch your language and please don’t use that tone with me when I’m trying to help you!” Voice slightly raised, he still tried to retain a sense of professionalism and not just snap at you like you were doing as you gave him a look. Who the hell was he your dad?

“You may not be feeling well, I can sympathize with that but that’s why I-.” He really wanted to help you, and it was actually kind of hurting him that you didn’t seem to want it. But he had to help you, maybe he should have been helping you more. Because right now…

You couldn’t with him. You literally could not.

You could not pretend that everything was all right anymore, and Iida was unlucky enough to be around you while you were definitely not all right.

Hey, can you meet me tonight in detention? I can feel your blood pressure rise, fuck this tension Let me crawl up into your mind, did I mention? Pretending everything's alright is detention...

“No you know what? Just stop! I am SICK to death of you always droning ON AND ON about shit I could care less about, because the truth is dude-” You were ready to just go on and on but to your shock, Iida was still trying to talk over you as a means to put an end to this. He hated the fact that he was even arguing with you about this, he never wanted to argue with any of his dear classmates.

“Enough already (L/N)! I won’t be spoken to in such a manner when I’m looking out for you! Please just let me-.” He cut you off, so you immediately did the same.

“No! Be quiet! That’s your problem! You’re like talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, YAP! Blah blah blah, on and on over and over again!” You made a mocking voice as you used both your hands to do the ‘blah blah’ gesture much to Iida’s slight horror at the way you just went off on him and weren’t stopping...

He tried very hard to try and get his word in as he stammered and every time he tried to speak you raised your voice and made yourself louder, meaner...

“Like oh my GOD I can’t believe how ANNOYING I didn’t realize you were until now! What kind of taste do I have?! I mean oh my GOD! You’re grating, you’re an uptight ass, you bitch, you nag, you’re privileged and don’t even know it, you’re an oblivious snob, you stick your nose in everyone’s business and you strut around acting like some kind of God Mode Mr. Goody Goody Two shoes, well cut it the fuck out! I’m tired of it man! I’m tired as hell, and I don’t need you up in my business and bothering the hell out of me you annoying priss! And I especially don’t need some privileged rich boy telling me that I need to take care of myself, when I don’t have the fucking advantages that you have!” As you let out quite a furious tangent and listed off all the things you disliked about your class rep with your fingers, you were so furious and making all these hand gestures you didn’t see the appalled look on his face.

You DID see small glints of tears threatening to well in his eyes though. Oh he’s going to cry now? Typical. Apparently, he couldn’t handle the truth, could he? Classic rich boy move.

“(L/N)! N-Now you’re just being rude!” Iida was so lost for words at your barrage of insults and apparently how you really felt about him that there was little he could say to defend himself. Never in his life has anyone told him things like that.

And he looked even more distraught when he saw you laughing, “Oh! You’re gonna cry now? WOOOOOW… so you can dish it by being on people’s ass but you can’t even take it? I don’t feel sorry for you... Did I hurt your feelings? Did I hurt the rich boy's feelings~?”

“Stop it…!” His voice cracked ever so slightly and he hated himself for it as you relentlessly went in to drive the final knife into the fresh wound.

“Well then how about YOU stop fucking up my school life and leave me the hell alone already you four-eyed, made-in-the-shade jerk?!” You were standing big as you shouted at him with exhausted eyes that he couldn’t see through his tearful ones.

“Y-You’re going to detention after classes are over!” Iida quickly snapped back. He wasn’t certain if he had that authority but he needed to do something, anything to reassert himself, even though his quivering lip and the tears in his eyes hardly made him intimidating for you as you scoffed and threw your hands up in the air.

“Great! I’m gonna love it there! You wanna know why? Cuz I get to be away from you!”

The fact that you were in trouble and definitely going to detention didn’t seem to deter you as the taller male hitched his breath, forcing back the rest of his tears and threw an arm to cover his eyes when the traitorous tears streamed down his cheeks. He couldn’t let his classmates see him like this, he couldn’t let you see him like this so he could only do what his available part of his brain told him to do, the part based on emotion, and so he quickly dashed off away from his classmates as Uraraka and Midoriya tried to call him back while you just huffed and watched him run off with slightly wide eyes…

De-detention De-detention Pretending everything's all right is detention...

“Oh my… (L/N)… please, I understand you’re upset but… please let’s all just calm down…” However, because the other could tell you were still mad, Yaoyorozu tried to fill in for Iida in getting you calm down, but unfortunately she underestimated your anger at the moment.

“Ohhh like it’s SO easy… you’re just as bad as him Yaoyorozu! What’s the rich girl got to worry about huh? You can calm down easily since you can afford EEEEEEVERYTHING in the world…” You were still pissed and reacting purely on anger without even thinking of what you were saying, and poor Yaoyorozu walked into the lion’s den not knowing that the lion was awake and pissed.

You were the lion.

“W-What?! B-But I-.”

“But NOTHING. Calm down?! That’s easy for you to say! You’re SO fucking smart and I bet everything Asshole-sensei gives you is like no fucking problem, what are you even doing here Yaoyorozu?!” You couldn’t take it anymore, what were all the rich kids doing at this school when they could do whatever they wanted? While people like you, Uraraka and Kirishima were working your asses off because you had to actually work for it.

It wasn’t Iida’s fault, and it wasn’t Yaoyorozu’s fault either and you knew it, but you were so pissed off and at an all-time stress high you thought the tears welling in her eyes were innocuous and just another way to get sympathy from the others. Of course, the princess wanted sympathy because she wouldn’t and couldn’t understand real world struggles. And you were certain that the princess was going to get what she wanted because you had no doubt that she always got what she wanted.

“I-I…” Oh now SHE was crying, wow...

“I-I’m here to be a hero like everyone else is! Just like you!” She exclaimed and covered her mouth when the tears were coming and she couldn’t stop them, but you had no sympathy for her right now. She could do anything she wanted, and she wanted to be a hero? So why didn’t she just buy her way into an agency?

“Oh! You’re crying now! HA! Classic princess move, can’t handle any kind of real world truth because you’re SOOOOO sheltered and happy in your big fancy castle and people like me are stuck in little shitholes barely making ends meet, well go cry home to your rich mommy and daddy sweetheart don’t cry here. If you can’t handle real-world shit, go cry home to mommy and daddy and maybe think about how great you have it and how you have never struggled a goddamn day in your life, while people like me got shit and have to deal with everything by ourselves using what WE got every goddamn day...” Your display of aggression and downright callousness shocked everyone, but Jirou didn’t hesitate to step in to defend Yaoyorozu when she burst into tears and ran over to a worried Ashido and Uraraka.

“Okay that’s it! You better leave her alone (L/N)! And chill the hell out! She didn’t do anything to you!”

Wrong choice of words…

“I need to chill the hell out?!”

“Yeah!”

Girl vs girl, Mineta was much too scared to enjoy the concept of a catfight as you and Jirou got up in each other’s faces, but it didn’t last long when your anger took the reigns, “How about you shut the fuck up so I don’t have to listen to your condescending smart-ass comments?! Ain’t nobody asked for your imput!”

“I’m serious (L/N)! Cut it out or-“

“Or what?! I can kick your ass easily Jirou, don’t even try me right now, cuz I am HELLA stressed out and my telekinesis can fuck anything up cuz of the headache I’ve had for the last two weeks. I already beat up several people in the Sports Fest and another edgy chick at the USJ. But if you wanna try to pick a fight with me go ahead, it’ll end badly I guarantee it…”

Your threat actually intimidated her because she’s seen you use your telekinesis quirk in battle and you got good with your quirk, but didn’t have COMPLETE control over it especially when your emotions got the better of you and you were in the WORST possible mood. Jirou reluctantly backed off as you scoffed.

“Good.” You could have beaten her in a battle, but that was the last thing you wanted since you were tired and mad as hell. You were going to feel horrible about it later but right now you were stuck on anger, and your concerned classmates just wanted to help you.

“(L/N)… being angry is not a pretty feeling…”

“Yeah, c’mon now just… try and-“

Not wanting to anger you any further, kind souls like Aoyama and Ojiro attempted to try and get you to calm down, but it didn’t work…

“Try and what?! I don’t need you guys to tell me what to do either! What can you dolts even do?!” You shouted at them too, and already the two blondes were scared as hell and trembling at the volume you were using.

“Aoyama! You’re a joke and I have NO idea how you even got into this class!” You pointed at the taller blonde who’s eyes widened and he backed away slightly, and then you turned your finger over to Ojiro.

“Ojiro you’re even worse! You’re weak-willed, boring and your so-called costume is the definition of a fashion faux-pas!” Suddenly you shouted that last word a little bit louder as he, like Aoyama, backed away slightly when your words straight up attacked them…

Quietly Aoyama gasped when the words hit him, it was a tad bit dramatic but genuine as your words sincerely did hurt as the tears instantly sprung to his eyes while Ojiro felt an uncomfortable swell of hurt in his chest as he couldn’t fight his own tears at how much that stung and how you just kept yelling.

“What kinda advice do two of the most frivolous students in our class have for me? Hmm?! Go on, lemme hear it!”

“N-Nevermind… s-sorry for bothering you…” Ojiro tried and failed to hold back the tears in his eyes, and it wasn’t just him, Aoyama was on the verge of tears as he hiccuped, “O-Oui… w-we didn’t mean to… upset you…”

They both timidly apologized, before they both dashed away from you, crying as they covered their eyes. in an attempt to hide their tears On any normal day you would have felt horrible, but not right now, not yet…

“(L/N)!”

Your next victim in the making? You turned with a frenzied look in your eye to see a very nervous looking Midoriya as he was trembling where he stood. He KNEW he was in trouble just for daring to speak up and you could tell he was AFRAID. “P-Please… s-stop this…? I-I know that you’re mad but…”

“Well, well, well, well, wellllll~!” Cutting him off you threw your hands in the air, “The famous Deku, always, ALLLLLLWAYS gotta play the motherfuckin’ hero, well… NOT TODAY DEKU!” You went from 5 to 10 just like that as Izuku shrunk and yelped a bit.

“I’m not in the mood to be hearing nothing from your goody goody two-shoes ass cuz I got shit on my mind you couldn’t even begin to understand cuz you’re SOOOOO smart, so when I say ‘Shut the fuck up’ I mean SHUT THE FUCK UP!” God you were being so mean and a part of you felt horrible when Izuku was trembling with fearful tears in his eyes, but you were still angry and your anger was still in control as you saw the green-haired boy back away…

“Right choice… now… does anybody else have anything that they wanna share or ask me?” You asked everyone else, outright warning them all as Bakugo snickered a bit at how angry you were. Was it wrong that he found this kind of awesome? Way to tell off the privileged ones and the losers and ESPECIALLY Deku…

I wanna go home and you say, "Now is not the time" Fuck being all alone in back of the classroom, ah Stop calling up my phone, trying to say that I've been out of line When all I ever asked was to go to the bathroom...

“Why did Iida, Ojiro and Aoyama just run off crying?”

Aizawa’s voice broke you out of the rage you were in as he entered the room. Even though you turned to face him with the same exhausted and irritated look on your face. He wasn’t having it, but neither were you. However, you knew better than to shout at this asshole that was your teacher and you didn’t need to be in anymore trouble than you already were.

He knew you were pissed off and stressed out, but he saw three of his students run off in tears, and then Yaoyorozu and Midoriya were crying too. Classic stress-induced meltdown…

“I made them cry sir.” You muttered and raised your hand as you didn’t look any less annoyed. Yeah you made them cry, so what? Dammit… you made them cry… for some reason that didn’t feel very good when you actually said it outloud.

“Why?” He asked you in a plain, simple tone as you tried not to look anymore annoyed. “Iida told me things I didn’t want to hear. So I yelled at him. Ojiro and Aoyama tried to get me to calm down, but I didn’t wanna hear that neither, so I yelled at them too. Yaoyorozu and Midoriya too.” You had to reluctantly admit what you had done, and to your shock Aizawa didn’t seem TOO annoyed.

“Iida said I have detention because I was rude to him. I don’t really care that I was but I will be in detention.” Sighing, you at least had enough balls to admit that you weren’t going to skip detention, which mildly surprised Aizawa as he sighed.

These kids…

“Very well. Make sure to apologize to everyone when you’re done.” He wasn’t good at the whole comforting and making kids make up, so he just expected you to apologize because he knew that you would start feeling bad soon. You weren’t normally like this, it was just stress and he understood that, but he wasn’t going to straight-up tell you to relax. And you didn’t expect him to either since he knew his students knew better.

Aizawa cared about his students, and you knew that, and you were actually glad that he didn’t punish you any further and instead just made sure you remembered to go to detention.

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…

You did it.

You finished all the fucking tests and you were freaking the fuck out. You had no idea how you did, but at the same time you really didn’t give a shit. They were done, and that’s all that mattered to you right now.

Yet, why didn’t you feel as good as you wanted to? After a test you normally felt SOME relaxation and proceeded to treat yourself or just go to sleep after everything was done. Except, treating yourself felt impossible…

For one, you had detention to go to after school. Second, once tests were finished you became aware of how HELLA awkward everything was in class after your meltdown. Iida refused to look at you the entire time as he quickly averted you and avoided you every time you were in the vicinity. Every time you even looked at him, he ignored you. Which actually really stung...

Then Midoriya and Jirou almost seemed nervous when you were close too, as they looked away from you out of fear that you’d say something mean again. Then Yaoyorozu, Ojiro and Aoyama practically teared up when you looked over at them.

Clearly… they were all still feeling hurt over your words and how you behaved. Did you feel bad? Yes…

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” Thank God Uraraka at least wasn’t treating you like some kind of monster as she seemed the most concerned for you.

You shook your head and sighed, “I was SO stressed out Ochako… I just… snapped… I know it’s no excuse for what I said to Iida and the others but… god… I was SO stressed out… and I took everything out on them… I needed to, I mean I shouldn’t have but I just… felt like I had to…” You could be honest with Uraraka, and although she didn’t approve, she understood.

“I know… it’s okay… I wasn’t feeling very good either because of the tests either... it’s stressful, it really is... But… you can still apologize to them… when you’re ready. They’ll understand, after all… Iida… Deku, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Ojiro and Aoyama are nice. I know that they’ll forgive you and understand why you were upset and know that you really didn’t mean any of it. They know you (Y/N).” She gave you a soft smile in hopes that it would reassure you, and it did a little bit as you gave her a little smile in return.

“I sure hope so…”

Even though she could tell you were nervous, Uraraka had faith in you. She knew you could do it, and she knew that you would win them back because after all they were in this together right? Everyone stressed out when it came to trying to be good at what you’re doing.

You thought so too. You were sad, that’s all, you were stressed out, that’s all. It wasn’t an excuse, but still. You didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

And you really didn’t mean to hurt Iida...

Hey, can you meet me tonight in detention? I can feel your blood pressure rise, fuck this tension Let me crawl up into your mind, did I mention? Pretending everything's alright is detention

What have you done?

Being in detention with Present Mic made you realize that you screwed up. Albeit because he tried to do The Breakfast Club thing by making you and the other students in detention just write why you thought you were here. In English.

You didn’t really have a problem with English but thinking about why you were in detention and writing about why you thought you were in detention made you realize EXACTLY why you were in here. You snapped at your innocent classmates, threatened one classmate, and made some of your classmates’ cry, even when they were trying to help you, you made them cry…

You made Ojiro cry. You made Aoyama cry. You made Midoriya and Yaoyorozu cry.

You made Iida cry…

You made the boy you’ve been crushing on for quite some time cry. He wanted to help you and you said all of those horrible things to him and made him feel lower than he’s probably ever felt. And Iida really was a sweet guy. Yes… he was uptight, yes he came off as a bit of a snob, but dammit, he only bothered you because he cared about you, he helped you because he cared about you, and you yelled at him and hurt his feelings.

The thought made you want to cry as a tear dripped down your cheek and onto the paper you were writing on to confess your crimes.

“Hey… it’s okay now (L/N)…” Present Mic was kind enough to offer you some sympathy though because he and Eraser knew that you were just under a lot of stress and meant none of the nastier things you might have said to your classmates. “It’s okay… the worst part is over for now doncha think? It’s time to move on! And squeeze in some downtime afterwards yeah~! Maybe relax yourself now that you have a little time to breath!” He was still as excitable as ever, and it actually made you smile as you wiped your tears away.

“Yeah... yeah you’re right sir...”

No more negativity. Not right now.

You wanted positivity, and show that kind positivity to your classmates from now on. As soon as you were finished with your paper and handed it to Mic, you were rushing out the door. “You got this!!” He made sure to give you that support too, because he knew a stressed-out student when he saw one and that’s the only reason you got upset in the first place. They needed to do something about students and mental health…

Tonight I can feel your blood pressure rise Let me crawl up into your mind Pretending everything's alright Is detention...

To be continued...

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Bakugo and Y/N are the last two surviving players during dodgeball i thought it would be kinda funny whah :pp

Ask and ye shall receive. I had so much fun writing this. thank you

I present you

DODGE THIS

You slide your soft grey cotton shirt that says UA over your black laced bra sighing to yourself as you wonder why the hell a hero academy had a regular ass gym class in addition to training. You adjust your black shorts in the mirror trying hard to pull them further over your ass to no avail. There was just not enough material to cover your ass causing them to be crescent shorts. You growl in frustration, giving up as you sit to tie your tennis shoes. Mina slides onto the bench next to you wearing a shit eating grin. A grin that is always somehow contagious as you feel it begin to take form on your lips.

"Yes Mina dear?" You giggle as she practically vibrates, ready to burst with whatever "tea" she has to spill.

"I heard a rumor." She exclaims as the other girls begin to exit towards the gym.

"Uh oh. What kinda rumor?"

"The kind that seems true." She leaves it at that. As if you'd be dying to know the rest but you aren't.

Plus you know she can't stand not saying whatever juicy information she is holding in.

It kills her.

"Fine you've pried it from me." She exclaims in the next breath not even giving you time for the response you didn't plan to give.

"Bakugouhasahugecrushonyou!KirishimatoldmelatelastnightbyaccidentsoIknowitstrue." She rushes her words all together and you stare astounded as all you heard was Bakugou, crush on you.

"Wait what?!" You stand but Midnight yells into the locker room.

"Today please ladies!"

Mina rushes from the locker room, pulling you by the wrist as you're left with your thoughts.

Bakugou has a crush on you? Please he barely looked your way not to mention you two loathed each other always competing to be at the top.

Mina pulls you all the way to line up with the rest of the girls and you peer at the boys across from you.

How is it that Bakugou is directly across from you today of all days. He does not look your way and when he does his eyes narrow to slits.

"Okay today we are doing a good old fashion boys vs girls!" Midnight announces happily, "In a game none other than.."

She looks to Aizawa to finish the sentence to which he grunts at first before adding in the most apathetic tone ever uttered.

"Dodgeball." He barely opens his eyes as he snuggles into his bright yellow sleeping bag.

"That's right!" Midnight clearly holding all of the enthusiasm, "Now girls to the left boys to the right! Line up and when I yell go let the free for all begin!"

"But the boys have a bigger advantage than us by having more bodies on their team." You add as you look at how they have double the people.

"That is true but you girls are resourceful. I know you can win even with the disadvantage."

"Hey!!!" Half of the boy's team whines.

"Now no more fussing I advise you ladies get ready!"

You line up near the front mumbling to yourself. you quickly notice that you're the only girl going to grab a ball at the start.

*What the fuck* you think to yourself as you peer over your shoulder before being met face to face with a glaring set of blood eyes.

"I'll end you." He growls fingers reached out in perfect calm, waiting for the signal.

You return the glare and slide a finger over your throat not trusting your voice just yet.

"GO!"

You grab with your left as Katsuki purposefully went for your right, he aims and takes his mark adding an extra punch with the smell of burning sugar.

You block the point blank shot with your own ball just in time, thanking Kamisama for your quick reflexes.

But they must not be as quick enough as you go to counter attack, Katsuki is already deeply behind the line now being fed balls by Sero who snatches the returned balls right out of the air. Anger fuels your actions as you chuck the ball towards him.

Sero is too distracted to notice the inbound object and the ball rings home with a nauseating *PANG* that echoes across the gym.

"Sero is out!" Midnight calls as you back towards the shrinking cluster of girls.

Midnight had already called Jiro who happily let herself get hit to avoid this game and Toru.

"Shit." You murmur as you look for a ball but see that the boys hold the majority. Mina attempts to launch one at Kaminari who just barely dodges, snatching the ball to return it.

"DO IT FOR THE VINE!!!" Kaminari screams as he throws the red rubber ball towards Mina. You catch it as she flinches heated to win, especially against a certain scarlet eyed boy.

"Vine is dead bitch." You say as you hurl it right into Kaminari's face. You threw the ball hard enough that it slams him into the brick wall causing a nice outline of his body to appear.

"Oh this is so going on Tok." Jiro snorts to herself as she captured the whole thing on her phone, one earphone jack plugged into it.

"Be sure to tag me..." Kamimari adds as the ball falls from his face. He rubs his hand over the new criss cross pattern that was left behind from the ball.

Todoroki stands still looking bored waiting for someone, anyone to hit him and so you end his misery with a light toss to which he let's bound off of him back onto the girls side.

"Oh no I've been ejected from the game." He says with mock concern as Bakugou practically blows a gasket.

"YOU'RE JUST GONNA LET EXTRA HIT YOU LIKE THAT?! GO OUT WITH SOME HONOR!" He yells and you laugh aloud.

Uraraka grabs the ball that ricocheted off of Todoroki and hurls it at Deku who barely dodges.

"I..I'm sorry." He yells as he throws the ball back only for U-chan to catch it with a satisfying *pang* of the ball. He blushes and gives her a thumbs up as he takes a seat next to Sero and Todoroki.

"Damn it Deku!" Katsuki yells as he hurls a ball at her, striking her in the side. The ball bounces to your feet, you snatch it, surveying who is left. An idea seems to come to life as you spot Momo with her ball sized shield.

"Momo can you make me some extra dodge balls?" You call out and she smiles happily.

"Cover me and I can!" She shouts back as she begins creating.

"Asui-chan, Mina. Help me cover Momo and make the numbers a bit more even. Mina Ojiro, Koda, and Sato have been sticking close together. Try to get them as I take care of Iida and Shoji who seem to be doing rapid fire."

You feel the wind of a ball whoosh past your face as you turn back to face the boys who are about fifty feet away. Katsuki snarls to himself having just missed you by mere chance.

Kirishima throws a ball your way that you catch earning him a seat on the bench. He murmurs a damn before sitting in the middle of the bleachers.

"GO MINA! GO BAKUGOU!" He shouts earning a glare from both parties as he clearly has a hard time giving all of his loyalty to one of them.

Mina sends a ball home, hitting a quickly tiring Sato hard enough that it bounces right off of him and into Koda's back. Both seem to slump as you yell a "Hell yea!" to your bubblegum pink friend.

Asui supplies another ball to Mina that Momo has made. They both manage to get Tokoyami and Ojiro who also slump go join the rest of the crew.

All the girls squeal with joy, including yourself.

Katsuki narrows his eyes and aims for Momo who is currently helping you three level the playing field. He hits his target in the back while Mina was distracted attempting to get a panicked Aoyama.

He picks up the closest ball to him and sends it blindly into the girls half of the giant gym. You're confused for a moment as something purple is hurled your way.

The purple object hits you right between your breasts and it buries its self deeper as your eyes widen.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" You scream as Mineta comes up for air. Nose clearly dripping blood as he stares up at you with hooded eyes with his drooling mouth agape.

A ball hits him in the back of the head hard enough that his face smashes into your sternum leaving a bruise in its wake on both Mineta's forehead and your breast bone.

The ball is charred as it bounces off kilter to the side line. Your widened eyes meet narrowed scarlet who sucks his teeth harshly before yelling as he throws more precisely aimed balls.

"Watch what the hell you're throwing idiot. It's two v one now. We cant lose." He says as he hurls two balls back to back too quickly for either Mina or Asui to dodge.

"Get him Y/N!" They shout as you chuck a ball fast enough for it to whistle straight for that smug, overly cocky somehow hot look. He dodges at the last second and the rubber finds purchase in the face of Aoyami.

"Figures I have to do everything fucking self." Bakugou murmurs as he takes in the playing field, rubber ball in hand.

He notices that you have fewer on your side than himself. Thanks to him taking out your little dodge ball factory. He assess as he tries to calculate his next move.

You notice too that you have less balls and to be out of the precious resource the only way to win would be to catch a ball.

You had three shots, one in your hand and the other two balls near the back of your territory to his six.

Twice as many opportunities for him seemed like a much greater advantage but then again so did twice as many bodies.

And still here you stood across from Bakugou who glistens in the harsh light of the gym.

Your heart pounds as you watch him, knowing full well of his ability to strategize, he was one of the few you have ever lost to or had difficulty winning against. He smirks as he finalizes his plan and you sit their wondering when he started to look so...different.

Has that smirk always made your stomach clench?

He rears the ball back and sends it quickly towards you. The hem of his shirt rises above his navel from the jump and you think has he always had abs?

The sound of the ball singing through the air registers not a moment too soon as you hit the ball lightly enough for it to land still on your half of the court but an odd sound catches your attention and you jump high into the air.

Narrowly avoiding the ball that was clearly aimed for your lower thigh to knee area. You backflip mid air with the precious ball still in your hands, your shirt following a bit late and unbeknownst to you flashing your stomach and even your black bra to Katsuki. Your tits fight inertia to stay in their neatly laced cups.

He swallows his desire as you land like a cat on your feet.

Something is odd about your landing and it takes him a moment to notice that you no longer have that damn ball.

But when the hell did you throw it and where?

He looks a moment too late and watches it head striaght for him.

The bell rings out overhead breaking the silent tension the two of you didn't realize had filled the gym air.

The ball bounces off of his chest AFTER the last chime of the bell screaming to change classes, it falls softly into his hands.

"It seems we have a draw." Midnight announces and the class erupts in shouts.

Everyone but the two of you who seem to lock eyes across the gym as a chorus of WHAT NO WAY AND SENSEI IS RIGHT echo through out the gym.

But it falls on deaf ears as two predators size the other up.

You wondering when he had gotten so handsome. Wondering how sweat and an arrogant grin can make some one so suddenly irrisitable.

While Katsuki is awestruck at your move, having accidentally taken advantage of throwing him off guard. Him wondering when you threw that ball

But most importantly had Mina told you what loud mouth Kirishima said?

And if she hadn't when was he going to swallow his pride long enough to tell you about it himself?

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha prompt #ask kitten

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Best Part of Me - Chapter 26

WARNINGS: mentions of PTSD, panic attacks, profanity

Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @innerpaperexpertcloud

They haven’t spoken since they left the house; a rather brief and terse conversation about where Millie had left not only her shoes, but the noise cancellation headphones she likes to use on trips out of town. That was twenty minutes ago; halfway into their drive to Port Douglas and not one single word has been exchanged, nor even a sidelong glance. They’re both on edge; the aftereffects of the long and exhausting night before, Esme’s brief yet intense battle with a PTSD ‘flare up’, and now the raw and anxious nerves surrounding the visit with Tyler’s father.

The nightmare plays on a continuous loop in his mind; the old man’s booming voice and vicious words, his mother’s tearful begging and pleading that only cease when the beating begins, Austin’s appearance as a grown man and his refusal to lave Millie behind. It’s all there; every vision, every sound. Even the feel of his heart breaking deep within his chest and the scalding sting of tears as they rolled down his face. And the cravings linger, his brain and body desperate for those old vices. The only coping mechanism he’s ever known or practiced. It’s the familiarity of the old life that he misses; not the dirty work or the blood on his hands but the escape the job had provided him with. He’d constantly been on the go; jumping from place to place, relying only on his skills –and his confidence in them- to get him through each day. He hadn’t had time to think; too busy trying to keep himself and others alive. Now it seems as if he has all the time in the world to think. To dwell. And it’s slowly tearing him apart inside. He knows he should be grateful for what he’s been given; a second chance at life, a normal existence surrounded by people who love him and depend on him. And he IS. Yet at the same time, the past won't leave him alone. It had been his way of life for half of his years on earth, and both his brain and his body are struggling to let go.

Guilt. So much guilt. Over the fact he just can’t it go. That he can’t leave the past where it belongs and be content with a normal existence. He’s one of the lucky ones; he’d gotten out of the game relatively healthy and with most of his sanity still intact. He was able to find someone to have a family with; someone that not only understood the hardships and the horrors of the job, but didn’t judge him for the things he’d done or the mistakes he made or the number of broken and often dead bodies he left in his wake. Tons of mercs would give anything to be in his shoes, they’d kill –figuratively and some probably literally- to get even a taste of love and happiness and domesticity. And yet he was taking it all for granted and practically pissing it away.

He casts a glance through the rear view mirror. Millie with her earphones on, her face intense and her eyes riveted on whatever game or movie she has playing on the tablet in her lap; her baby sister fast asleep in the car seat beside her. She’d forgiven him quickly. He’d sat down next to her on the patio and had never said a word; giving her the time and the space to brood and to get over her temporary hate for him. And in a matter of minutes she’d been climbing up into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck and he in turn had been apologizing profusely for hurting her. He’d never meant to pull her hair or yell at her afterwards; explaining that he had a lot of things on his mind and they were making him angry and anxious –and even sad- and that he never should have taken them out on her. And even though she’d held his face in her hands and kissed his cheeks and said “I still love you, daddy” in that little voice of hers, he had still felt like complete and utter shit for what he’d done.

He looks over at his wife next; sitting with her elbow resting on the window ledge, her eyes closed with her palm pressed against the side of her face and two fingertips massaging her temple. The color has returned to face; she looks healthy again, vibrant. But her shoulders remain incredibly tense and her jaw tightly clenched.

“It’s why you have a headache,” Tyler points out, and she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. “Your jaw. Clenching it like that. It’s why you feel like shit.”

He braces for it. A smart-ass comment or just a ‘fuck off, Tyler’, but neither come. Instead she gives a shaky smile and closes her eyes once more; thumb and forefinger moving up to rub at the bridge of her nose. But he notices her jaw relaxes and her shoulders drop slightly; it’s a good sign, he figures. She hasn’t told him where to go and how to get there and she’s finally starting to relax. So he takes it one step further, dropping a hand from the steering wheel and reaching across the middle console to lay it on her thigh. Feeling his own sense of relief when she doesn’t shoot him a dirty look or yank her leg away.

“You look really nice,” he says, giving her a soft smile and squeezing her knees as he admires her simple cotton sundress. A light orange that reminds him of the tail end of the sunrise, with a neckline that sits off her shoulders and a hem that just skims the bottom of her knees. It’s hard sometimes; finding just the right words, even when it comes to the simplest of comments or what should be the easiest of compliments. He knows what he wants to say but doesn’t always know how to get the thought across. Usually he’ll rely on body language and facial expressions; she’s always been on expert on reading them, right from the start. That second morning in Dhaka when she’d told him that his eyes did all the talking for him.

Her eyes open once more and this time she turns her face towards him and gives a smile of her own. Then lays her hand on top of his own and pushes her fingers through his.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says. “What happened with Millie. I didn’t mean to pull her hair. It was an accident. My mind completely wandered and...”

“You know what’s not what upset her, right?” Esme gently interjects. “It’s not that you pulled her hair. She knew you didn’t mean to do it. It’s that you yelled at her. You hurt her feelings. You scared her.”

“I didn’t mean to do THAT either.”

“What’s going on with you? First last night, now freaking out on Millie.”

“I had a nightmare. I’ve had nightmares before.”

“I’m not talking about the nightmare. I’m talking about other things. When we were...you know...” she peeks over her shoulder, making sure that Millie isn’t paying attention. She’s fallen asleep; her head resting on the side of her booster seat, hair falling over her face and those long, dark lashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks. “You were rough,” Esme continues. “And I’m not talking about your usual rough. The rough that I like. I mean like hard core rough. It wasn’t you, Tyler. It was...I don’t know...scary.”

He doesn’t know what to say. Or if she even wants him to say anything. At first, he’d thought it was all part of the game she likes to play; how she gets when she’s egging him on to be aggressive and manhandle her. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be pain involved; hair pulling, choking, bite marks and bruises left behind. It hadn’t even occurred to him that her resistance and her fighting back were genuine; not until she’d started to cry, and he realized that not only were the tears real, but so was the fear in her eyes. Suddenly it wasn’t a game anymore and he felt sick. That he could ever cause that kind of reaction in her when he’d spent years doing everything in his power to protect her.

“I know we joked about this morning,” she says. “But that? Last night? That was not you. That wasn’t even Dhaka Tyler. I don’t know who that was.”

He swallows heavily. There’s bile sitting square in his throat and he’s not sure he wants to vomit or cry. “I said I was sorry.” Tt sounds lame, even to his own ears.

“I don’t want you to say you’re sorry. I want you tell me what’s going on. And don’t say nothing. Because it’s been building and building. For days. You’re like this wire that’s being pulled too tight and you’re ready to snap. Things were fine. Things were good. So good. Is it us? Is there was the real issues? You’re not happy and you don’t want there to be an ‘us’ anymore?”

“What?” He can’t help the incredulous laugh that escapes. Of all the fucking things she’d think, that is the most ridiculous. At least in his eyes. “Baby, you know that’s not it. That it’s not us. You and I are the only thing that’s NOT going to shit right now.”

“Then what is it?” she presses. “I know you, Tyler. Better than you know yourself most of the time. I know there’s more going on than you’re telling me. What is it?”

“It’s everything,” he admits. “Every single fucking thing. It’s Ovi and it’s Nik and it’s Millie’s birthday and it’s my father and it’s...everything.”

“Then tell Nik you’re not doing it. Call her and tell her you changed your mind. That she needs to find someone to train him. Because if it’s going to tear you apart like this...”

“I can’t. I can’t back out now. I bailed on her once. I can’t do it again.”

“Fuck Nik. You did what you had to do to keep your sanity and come home to your family. You CAN back out. And you need to know if you feel you can’t do it or if it’s only going to make things worse for you. Stop being so fucking stubborn and like yourself for once. Jesus Christ. Why do you do this? Why do you not care about what you’re going through?”

“I have to do it,” Tyler insists. “It’s Ovi, I can’t let him down. No matter how pissed off I am. No matter how much I want to fucking strangle him. If I don’t help and something happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself. And that’ll be a hundred times worse than what I’m going through right now.”

“I don’t want you doing this if it’s going to break you, if it’s only going to tear you apart from the inside out. I don’t want that happening to you. Because there’s six people that you need you, Tyler. Whether you think we do or not. I do not want this destroying you.”

“I just need to get through it,” he reasons. “I just need to bust his ass and hope it either breaks him and he gives up, or that I did a good enough job to keep him alive.”

“And if you have to go in and get what? What then?”

“Then I pray I don’t fuck up and I make it home.”

“Well that’s reassuring,” she mutters, then inhales deeply and exhales slowly, grip on his hand tightening. And minutes pass before she speaks again. “Do you miss it?” she asks, her eyes focused on the road ahead. “The job. Do you miss it? I want you to be honest with me. I want you tell me the truth even if it’s going to hurt. Even if you know I’m going to hate what I hear.”

“Esme...”

“Tyler,” her tone is firm. No nonsense. “Tell me the truth. Because lying about it will only make it worse. For both of us. Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” he admits.

“How often is sometimes?”

Sighing, he releases the hold on her hand and scratches at the back of his head. A nervous habit. “Lately? Every day.”

“Wow...” her eyes widen, and she nods slowly. “...I was not expecting THAT.”

He’s immediately on the defensive. “You wanted me to tell you. You told me to tell you the truth. So I am. You...”

“Every day, though? Every day for how long?”

“A couple weeks. Maybe more. A month at the most.”

She blinks in disbelief. “A month? A fucking month? Addie isn’t even a month old You’re telling me that I was still pregnant with her...trying to keep her inside of me so she’d stand a chance if she was born too early...and that entire time you were missing the job? While I’m trying to keep your daughter safe and alive, you were thinking about THAT? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”

“I don’t want to fight,” he keeps his voice and calm and even, despite the fact he feels every remaining of control being chipped away. “You told me to tell you the truth and that’s what I’m doing.”

“I mean I expected you to miss it and a hard time giving it up. But a month? You’ve been away from it for half a goddamn year. So five months you were fine and now all of a sudden...”

“It’s just because of Ovi. If he’d never come to me with that shit....”

“That was a week ago. Not a month ago. What explains the three weeks before he said anything? Are you serious right now, Tyler? What the fuck?!”

“I don’t know what more you want me to say. Do you want me to say I’m sorry? That it makes me sick that I miss it? That I fucking hate myself for even thinking about it? Is that what you want to hear? That I feel like a shit human being because of it?”

“I want you to hear you say that you don’t want to go back to it!”

“I didn’t say that’s what I wanted. I said I missed it sometimes.”

“What is there to miss? Getting stabbed? Getting shot? Getting fucked over by guys like Mahajan? Killing people?”

“No,” he scowls. “I don’t miss that. What the fuck? Is that what you think of me? That that’s who I am? That I enjoy that shit?”

“Then what the hell is it? Because it didn’t end well, Tyler. It didn’t end well in New Zealand and it sure as hell didn’t end well in Dhaka. What is there to miss?”

He struggles to keep his composure. “Esme, I don’t want to fight. Can we do this later? Can we not wait until we get home to talk about this? Can we just get this visit out of the goddamn way before talking about anything else? I just want to get to my dad’s, stay for a bit, and then leave. Then we can talk about whatever you want.”

“A month? A fucking month?”

“Esme...stop...please...I don’t want to fight.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before? Why didn’t...”

“I said I don’t want to fucking fight!” He roars, and his foot slams down on the brake. Bringing the truck to an abrupt and violent halt in the middle of the backwoods country road; tires crunching on stones and gravel, sending plumes of dust and dirty swirling and dancing around them. His chest feels impossibly tight; his heart races and his lungs with every breathe he tries to draw in. He’s dizzy, nauseous; sweat gathers across his forehead and at his temples and back of his neck. And he’s suddenly aware of how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel; knuckles turning white and cracking, wounds reopening.

*****

“Tyler...”

He’s vaguely aware of the hand on his bicep and the sound of her voice; urgent and concerned. It seems as if she’s far away; distorted and muffled, as if he’s underwater and can’t quite make out what she’s saying to him. And as the pressure in his chest builds, it becomes fight of flight. He chooses the latter; throwing the truck into park and reaching for his seat belt, fingers numb and hands trembling as he struggles with the release. Frustration sets in; profanities slipping from parched lips, hot, bitter tears streaming down his cheeks.

He feels as if he’s on auto-pilot, no longer in control of his actions. And the gravel cracks and pops under his feet as he finally escapes, fresh air feeling as if it’s scalding his already aching as he draws it in large, choking gulps. Wobbling slightly with each step he takes, hands on his hips as he repeatedly paces the length of the truck. The simple counting begins to settle him; one foot in front of the other, reciting the number of steps in his head. The same way he had almost seven years ago on the Sultana Kamal Bridge. When he’d first stepped onto its war zone and began that long and tedious journey to freedom. He’d been in agonizing pain; quickly losing blood, growing weaker with each inch, yet continuing to advance. Spurred on by what he had waiting for him once he finally made it.

And then Saju’s dead body and the sniper and his useless right leg forcing him to drag himself to safety. A tearful Ovi at his side, begging him to get up.

Dhaka. Fuck. Fucking Dhaka. It makes the panic build again. Makes it all so seem real; like he’s right there again. Tasting his blood in his mouth and feeling that absence of strength and hope. But he hadn’t been ready to give up just yet. Because he had something...someone...to lose and was going to fight for them. And there’d been that glimmer of hope; when he’d gunned down those last two assailants and limped his way towards the finish line. But that little bastard Farhad had shot him from behind and...

Fuck Farhad. Fuck Dhaka. Fuck Amir and Gaspar.

He forces all thought and memory of it out of his mind; closing his eyes as he leans back against the grill of the truck. Concentrating on better things...happier things. Getting married, experiencing the birth of his ‘rainbow baby’ and all the others that came after her. Reminding himself that he has people who love him. Unconditionally. That rely on him and depend on him and make him want to be a better man. He would have given up a long ago; had he NOT had them. If Esme hadn’t have been there when he woke up in the hospital nearly seven years ago.

His breathing has returned to normal and the dizziness and nausea nonexistent when he hears one of the doors open behind him. The sudden press of her shoulder against his is comforting; it grounds him. Brings him back to the here and now. She’s done this before; talked him down from many a ledge. And he has no idea why she sticks around and keeps giving him chance after chance, but he’s thankful she does.

“Hold your daughter, Tyler,” she says, as Addie lays along her arm. “Hold her and feel how real she is. Feel that she’s here. That YOU’RE here. Not wherever your brain is telling you you are.”

“I can’t. Not like this. What if I hurt her? What if I...”

“Take her,” Esme insists, and he relents, bringing that baby...HIS baby...up to his chest; one hand on the back of her head, a forearm under the bum. She’s so tiny...so light...so fragile. So perfect and pure. And he places his nose against the side of her head; feeling her hair against his skin, taking in the soft scent that clings to her clothing and hair, feeling her warm and the beat of her heart against him.

“That’s your reason,” Esme tells him. “Your purpose. Why you have to keep fighting and not let this destroy you.”

The tears come again, a mixture of shame and guilt. That he can have so much but not even realize it or appreciate it. That he was even given these things in the first place. All the bed decisions, all the blood on his hands...

“I’m sorry.” he manages. “I am so fucking sorry.”

“For what?” Her hand is on his back, resting between his shoulders. He can’t bring himself to look at her; afraid of what he’ll see her eyes. Disgust. Disappointment. Regret. “What are you sorry for?” she asks.

“Everything. Everything fucking things. All the shit I’ve put you through. That I STILL keep putting you through. I fucking hate myself for it.”

“I know you do. And I don’t' want you to. You have no reason to hate yourself.”

“Dhaka.” He says simply.

“Dhaka has nothing to do with this. I’ve told you a million times that I don’t blame you for how things went. You did everything you could that day. For Ovi. For me. It was out of your control. There was nothing more you could have done. You don’t think I realize that?”

“On the bridge. You shouldn't have had to do what you did.”

“That’s not your fault either. I don’t blame you for what I had to do or what I saw. I don’t you responsible for that. And I sure as hell don’t hate you. What will it take to make you realize that? To stop all that guilt and all that blame and all that hate for yourself. What more do you need me to say? Because I’ll say it. Whatever you need to hear, I will tell you.”

“I don’t know,” Tyler admits. “I just don’t fucking know.”

“This has to stop. The way you shouldn’t try to deal with every goddamn thing on your own. Stop keeping shit inside and letting it eat you alive.”

“Why do even stay with me?” he asks. “When I’m such a fucking mess?”

“Because I love you. Because you’re my husband and my lover and my confidant and my best friend. Because you have a huge heart and you’re a good man that was forced to do terrible things.”

“But my brain...”

“Is troubled and beautiful and it’s going to be okay. You’re not only in this Tyler. Stop acting like you are. Let me help you. Let me love you. Please.”

Esme curls her arm around his waist and rests her head against his arm, and for several minutes never of them speak. And eventually the tears subside, and he takes a long, shaky breath and places his lips against the side of Addie’s head.

“Are you okay?” she asks, and presses a series of light, feathery kisses to his shoulder.

“Yeah...I’m okay.”

“We should just go home. You can call your dad’s and tell them that something came up and reschedule. I don’t think...”

“I’m fine. I told Millie I’d do this for her.”

“You know,” Esme muses. “You’re going to have to eventually say no to her. She's going need to learn about disappointment at some point in time.”

“Not today though. Let’s just do this. For her. Okay?”

“Okay. Do you want me to drive or...”

“You are NOT driving my truck,”

She smirks. “I think you love your truck more than me some days.”

“There’s nothing I love more than you.”

She smiles at that, and he kisses her softly. “I’ve driven your truck before,” she reminds him.

“And I’ve had it every time. You know how long it takes me to reset everything? Mirrors? Seat? I get in and my knees are up by my ears.”

“I have little legs! I can’t help it. Just because you’re absurdly tall...”

“Have you ever considered I’m normal height and you’re absurdly short?”

“You’re not normal height,” she laughs. “Not even close to it. You’re all legs and torso. And so are you kids. Well, except for this little nugget,” she smiles down at Addie. “This one is all me.”

“Poor kid.”

“Hey!” she objects and pinches his side. “That’s not nice!”

Tyler grins. “Can we still be friends?”

“Maybe. Depends how you make it up to me.”

“I’ll buy you tacos for lunch.”

“That’ll do,” she says, and stands on her tip toes to kiss him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He nods.

“I just want you to be healthy, Tyler. That’s all I want. Because I love you and I worry about you and I don’t anything happening to you. You need to stop torturing yourself so much about Dhaka. I’ve never blamed you. Or hated you. What happened is not your fault. I need you to realize that.”

“I’ll try,” he promises. “I’ll try remembering that.”

“You saved my life. Not just there. In general. In every way a person CAN be saved. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I love you,” he says, and kisses her once more. “So much.”

“I love you too. Which is why I stay. Don’t ever ask me that again.”

“I won’t.”

She presses a kiss to his shoulder and rubs the middle of this back. “When you’re ready,” she says, and gives him a small smile before returning to the truck.

He wonders if he ever will be. Ready. If he’ll be able to truly let the past go.

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fic #tyler rake fan fiction #extraction #best part of me #chris hemsworth character

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fluffyvillain · 4 years

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The Bond

Chapter: 7/?

Summary: Henry figures out a way to find out where Mila is.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Mentions of smut

A/N: Yes, Ruth meddled in again.

@ly–canthrope @vikingsbifrost @peakygroupie @winchwm @thethirstyarchive

Henry ran for miles and miles on Orchard Beach in Bronx, he was trying to get rid of Mila's images in his head, like the one of her slightly crooked smile before bidding him goodbye last night. They were driving him crazy. He had to jerk off twice last night because he couldn't stop imagining banging her against the wall on which she was leaning last night, he imagined hiking up her dress, ripping off her panties end entering her so slowly that she would beg him to start moving faster.

He ran until his knees started shaking, but the images of her never went away. Need for her developed in both his body and his soul. He waited until his breath evened out before calling Ruth. There was absolutely no way he could wait for two weeks, the period she said she would be absent. "Good afternoon, Ruth."

"Hello, Cavill."

"How are you?" Ruth was quickly becoming very dear to his heart.

"Still hangover, but good. How can I help you? I guess you didn't call me just to chat. "

"I want to thank you for the last night first." Henry was walking towards his car, he was in a desperate need for a shower. "And second, I'd like to know whether Mila arrived safely."

"She did, but didn't you exchange phone numbers last night, couldn't you ask her?"

"Last night was... I don't know, I forgot to ask for her phone number, I wasn't thinking clear. I have her e-mail, but he doesn't really respond to anything I send her. Can you tell me where she is?"

"Yeah, she is in Italy, why? Do you want to go after her?"

"Italy, huh? I thought she could be somewhere in the Caribbeans. But, yes, I do." He sat in his car, slamming the door behind him.

"You can't be serious." Ruth's voice turned colder and firmer.

"She said I could join her."

"And yet she didn't tell you where she was going?" Ruth became suspicious.

"I asked her if I could join her and she said, and I quote: "Only if you manage to figure out where I am."" He put on a seat belt, but didn't want to start the car before ending the conversation. "I'm really lucky to have you and I'd be really grateful if you told me exactly where she is."

"You and I both know that she said that only to blow you off, but still, she did say it, she can't deny it. You know, I really want to see her happy and I deeply believe that she won't be truly happy unless she is with you, so I will tell you, but under one condition."

"Just name it."

"You wont go there yet, let her rest for like a week. I don't know what her reaction will be and I don't want to ruin her vacation completely if she gets pissed off when she sees you there."

"Okay, I promise."

"She is in a small village, I will send you a message with the exact address, I've stayed there for a couple of times with her. You can try your luck with finding a room there now, but I'm not sure that you will be able to do it. Mila is in a small house on the coast."

"Thank you. I owe you big time."

"You bet you do because Mila will kill me."

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7 DAYS LATER

Henry couldn't wait to get out of taxi he took at the airport, he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, maybe this wasn't such a good idea - that thought crawled inside his mind as soon as he landed. He kept staring at the sea from the moment it appeared before them. The taxi driver tried to chat him up a bit when he figured Henry spoke Italian, but his thoughts were aimed in Mila's direction, so he wasn't really involved in the conversation. Once they reached their destination, he gave the taxi driver a fat tip and ran to the entrance of a hotel he booked. Ruth was right, it was really difficult to find anything in this location, so he was ecstatic when he actually found a room. He was even happier when he figured out that the hotel was really close to the house Mila has rented.

He was grateful that check in process was done pretty fast, so he could drop off his bags and take a quick shower. Just minutes later, Henry was walking over a gravel path on a side of a road, following Google maps direction to the address he typed in. Soon he stood in front of the gates of a house that was his destination, Ruth was kind enough to also include some photos of the house and its surroundings, so he knew he was in the right place. He took a few deep breaths and his index finger hovered over it for a few second before ringing a doorbell on the gate. He expected Mila to show up at the house door, but nothing happened. He rang it once again and still nothing. He contemplated his options, but the most logical one at that moment to him was to try to go down a very steep bushy slope on a side of the house, so he could reach the stairs leading to this villa's private beach. He hoped Mila would be there.

He immediately cursed himself for wearing flip flops and a swimming shorts after making the first step. He almost slipped and those were some thorny bushes. The next few steps weren't easier at all. Have I gone insane? I could be charged for breaking and entering. He took a few more steps and his heart swelled, he saw Mila in the distance and he no longer cared whether he was committing a felony or making the wrong decision by coming to Italy. After taking a couple more steps, he was able to jump over a wall and then jump down to the stairs leading to the beach. He went down the first set of stairs, focusing solely on Mila. Soon her voice became audible to him, she was humming at first and then she started singing, she felt and looked so carefree in a one piece white and indigo blue horizontal stripes swimsuit with her long wavy hair falling on her back. He knew he would have this image engraved in his memory for good.

She was singing her heart out, being completely oblivious to Henry's presence. There were only a few steps left before he reached Mila when felt a huge mood change and a pang in his heart and he knew exactly why when she started singing the next song and he knew right away which song it was and why she felt the way she did. The pain in her voice sliced his soul in half.

Thought I found a way

Thought I found a way, yeah

But you never go away

So I guess I gotta stay now

Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Henry kneeled next to her and gently tugged one of her earphones until it fell out of her ear, she tuned to him and flinched, but didn't say a word. He continued where she left off, not taking his eyes of hers.

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear

Isn't it lovely, all alone?

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello, welcome home*

He kissed her shoulder softly before placing her forehead on it. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

If somebody had asked Mila at that exact moment what she was feeling, she'd ramble a whole list - happiness, sadness, love, anger, relief, anguish, fear, hope... "Five years. For five years the first thing I had to every morning, every single one, was to find a way to block you before I could even start thinking about continuing my day. You were so happy most of the time while I was falling apart. I don't blame you for that, I really don't. But, the way you treated me..." Mila looked at the horizon line where sky met the sea. "You broke me into million pieces and I spent every day sticking piece by piece together, but I could never feel whole, not to this day."

Henry cupped her cheeks and turned her face to his, still on his knees, soothing thumb movement wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, please." He wiped away her tears until they stopped falling and her breath evened out. He pressed his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes closed. "I will spend the rest of my life redeeming for this, let me do so, please."

Mila didn't say anything, but she started opening up for his feelings again, feeling genuine sadness and worry. She backed away, leaving his hands in the air. She had moved to the edge of her made-for-two beach towel before lowering herself on it, lying on her hip. She tapped a sun lit part of the towel which was soon to be in a shade and Henry took off his shirt, lowering himself, following her order, not saying a word.

Lying on his back, he turned his head towards Mila. Her stared into depths of her blue eyes an he was sure that no river, lake, sea or ocean had such a beautiful colour. It didn't take long before his eyelids became too heavy to keep them up.

Mila watched Henry's chest rise and fall in even intervals. He must've been really tired because of his flight. Mila was convinced that he belonged at Mt. Olympus in myths, but somehow he was real and he bonded with her out of billions of people. Every muscle of his was hard and well defined, his biceps was bigger than her thigh, she was sure. He still kept his scruff and he grew his mustaches slightly longer, but most of his hair was gone, his sides were pretty short and the middle part was slightly longer and slicked back.

Mila wanted to let him rest, so she took her phone first, sending Ruth a threatening message to stop meddling in her life, but that she was also grateful that she did it this time, then she got back to a book she started reading that morning. She glanced at Henry after reading every couple of paragraphs and he was sound asleep every time. When she lost concentration, she went for a swim, enjoying coldness of the water. She didn't know how much time she spent swimming, but when she got out Henry was in the same position as when she left him.

She kneeled down next to his sleeping body, he was indeed perfect. She bit the tip of her index finger before she decided to trace a knuckle over his eyebrow, barely touching it, when he didn't flinch, she used the tip of her finger to trace the other one too, when she went back to the valley between his eyebrows, she continued her exploring by moving her finger down his nose. She scooched over and reached to the other side of his body, flattening her palm on the ground, keeping her balance. She got braver, so she used tips of all of her fingers to roam over his cheeks and forehead, she scratched his scruff with her nails and he leaned into her touch.

Water dripping from Mila's hair on Henry's chest woke him up, his lips curved in a smile before opening his eyes, Mila's hand remained on his cheek.

"Hey." Mila smiled back at him.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep, I was really tired." Henry started caressing the forearm of the hand on which Mila was leaning. "What time is it?"

Mila moved away to check the time on her phone and he immediately regretted asking. "Almost six."

"Shit. I've been asleep for almost two hours." He set up, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes. I'm sorry, but you have to go now." Mila got up and grabbed her book and phone. "I have a date and I don't want to be late."

"Huh?" Henry also stood up, completely confused, he did not expect this.

Mila felt a hit of jealousy and sadness wash over Henry. "Yes, with you. I'll pick you up at 8. You just need to tell me where you are staying."

Relief washed over Henry as hew as folding the towel. "That little hotel just up the street."

"Okay." She took the towel from Henry and waited for him to put on his shirt. "How did you even get down here?"

He pointed at the top of the hill. "And then I pretty much jumped over the wall right about here," he moved his finger to that point.

"You could've gotten yourself hurt, don't do that ever again."

"It was worth it. I rang the bell, but you obviously couldn't hear me. That's why I need your phone number, you know, to call you in this kind of situations."

"Your phone, please" Grace gestured for him to hand her the phone so she could put in her number.

#henry cavill #henry cavill/oc

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arsyeong · 4 years

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make me fall for you first | ijb. (5)

o n e / t w o / t h r e e / f o u r / s i x / s e v e n

summary: you’ve caught the eye of the campus fuck boy and you could only think of one way to get out of it. word count: 2,178

a/n: it is. 2am. and i’ve been writing this since 12:40am with ‘our souls at night’ by sondia (itaewon class ost) in the background and idk man. i hope yall like this! i outlined the rest of the story two nights ago and, if i follow that, this has three more parts left. stay safe and healthy everyone. :DD

“I,” he begins, slipping beside you with a slight bounce and setting his tray on the table, “want to walk you home today.”

Ever since that last date, conversation between the two of you during lunch became more balanced. He shared more, prompted and unprompted, and you’ve been loving it; it not being the things he’s been revealing specifically, but more of just how comfortable you’ve become with each other.

A part of you is proposing you view your lunch breaks with him as dates – they were the same as your dates anyway – but, every time that part nagged, your cheeks flush and a ridiculous smile forms on your face. You’d push the thought away, though you know it’ll come back to bother you again soon.

“You want to walk me home?” Pointing at yourself with wide eyes, you would like to think you’re perfectly expressing your surprise and confusion.

Jaebeom nods once and begins to eat. “Not in the kinky pet play kind of way,” he says in between bites, making you frown at his eating figuring, “but the normal side-by-side type.”

“Would you be holding my hand?” you find yourself asking, and the alarms that set off in your head distracted you enough to hear him almost choke.

His hand lands on the table and he angles his upper body to face you, the look on his face incredulous. “Princess,” he breathes out, “perhaps you’ve fallen for me already?”

“Have you?” was the only thing you could think to reply, trying to buy some time for you to wrap up your internal reprimanding.

It had an effect on him though, and he grumbled, “That wasn’t the agreement.”

“Exactly,” you say, and you turn toward your food once more. “I just thought that was what you had in mind,” you explain, “Seeing as the agreement was to make me fall for you.”

“I didn’t think of it,” he says, “but, since you’ve generously introduced that sappy side of you, I guess I should use it to my advantage?”

You hit his upper arm and glare at him then. “Holding hands isn’t just ‘sappy,’” you say, defensive, “It’s a sweet expression of love.”

“Just meet me at the front after class,” he says and, with a playful grin, adds, “I’ll be waiting for your sappy explanation then.”

“I just told you it’s not sappy!” But he was already walking away, tray in his hands and a slight but noticeable bounce in his step. You watch him go, and you can’t help the fond smile that appears on your face at his little childish antics. He was far from the Jaebeom you first knew; he was no longer just the walking embodiment of lust.

He was – and this description is because you can no longer find a word or two in the dictionary that would perfectly apply – Lim Jaebeom.

“Uh, (Y/N)?”

You immediately tear your gaze away from the direction Jaebeom went and looked up. Standing there was Kim Yugyeom, in all his 6-feet glory, a shy smile on his face and, if you weren’t mistaken, a pale but rosy blush on his cheeks.

“Hey!” you greet brightly, because you could never resist the happy aura he always seemed to radiate. “Wanna sit?”

He looks around unsurely first but he ends up accepting your offer, though he sits stiffly. “I don’t want to bother you too much so I’ll make it quick,” he says, “but I heard Jaebeom-hyung say he’ll walk you home later?”

You nod, both in confirmation but also for him to go on. “Ah, I’m sorry,” he says next, averting your gaze, “but we all planned to practice our choreography later.”

“He dances?” You’re incredulous yet again and the man beside you nods.

“Yeah,” he answers in small font, “He must have forgotten.”

“Well, it’s okay!” you say, with a nonchalant wave of your hand even, “If you think I’ll resent you for this, you’re wrong,” you say with a stern ending before returning to your light tone, “Don’t worry about it!”

“Are you sure?” he asks, still sounding ashamed, “I’m really sorry.”

“You’re Yugyeom,” you correct, even though you knew you didn’t need to, and it makes his nose scrunch and his miserable puppy eyes narrow. “If you really feel bad, just send me a video of you guys dancing.”

“I will!” he says eagerly, jumping back up to aforementioned 6-feet glory. “Thank you, (Y/N)!” You smile at him one more time before he walks away.

Only for him to turn back and go, “And (Y/N)?” You raise your eyebrows at him to show you’re listening and he breaks into a little smile. “Hyung dances well.”

“Of course he does,” you mutter to yourself, but even your scoff at that was fond.

You don’t wait for Jaebeom as per Yugyeom’s information. You walk home as you usually do, hands in your pockets and an earphone in as you listen to your playlist for the month.

Then, you suddenly hear someone calling out for you.

Not having both earphones on gave you the advantage of still hearing the outside world and therefore becoming more aware of it; which is why you were able to turn to the direction of the sound, and you see Jaebeom running up to you.

“I told you to meet me at the front!” he pants angrily when he catches up, and you take a step back as if to give him the oxygen in the area you were standing in.

“Yugyeom told me you guys had to practice a choreo,” you say and, overtaken with concern, add, “Are you okay?”

“I was running,” he deadpans, “That’s not the physical I have a specialty in.” He manages a smirk, only to have it ruined by his panting.

“Catch your breath then,” you tell him and, in a softer tone, “You already caught me anyway.”

“Oh, did I really?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and he holds his smile this time. You roll your eyes at him but say nothing and watch over his recovery. “Okay,” he mutters, straightening and taking a deep breath, “I think we’re good to go.”

You walk together in silence; you don’t know what to say. It’s peaceful, though, not as awkward as you thought it’d be and, suddenly, he’s walking beside you. “I remember you promising me a defense for hand-holding,” he muses, and you look to each other at the same time.

“I didn’t promise you anything.”

“It was implied.”

One look at his smile and you give in with a sigh. “Fine, but only because hand-holding should be viewed as something more than just ‘sappy.’”

You reach for each other’s hand at the same time.

Your eyes had been watching the space between you to make sure you wouldn’t grab at air, and they widened at his movement, quick as it was. You were then given the pleasure to watch your hands connect for the first time, and the atmosphere was almost electric.

“I don’t like intertwining fingers,” he says, and your eyes move from your hands to his face, and you find him watching you. You blush upon realizing he might have been observing your earlier pause in shock, so you smile as best as you can. He looks away and continues walking, pulling you with him.

“Why?” you finally ask but he just shrugs.

“I just don’t,” he says, casting you a side glance, “Now for your defense?”

“You treat it like a thesis,” you huff, struggling to catch up with his long strides, “Slow down, will you? Or you won’t be able to hear the whole thing.”

“I still have practice,” he tells you, but he pauses and goes again at your pace.

“Holding hands,” you begin, raising your hands briefly, “gives you a sense of security.” He scoffs, you glare at him, and he says nothing. “Holding hands gives you reassurance. ‘I’m right here.’ That’s the message it gives. A hand holding yours can steady you when you’re off balance; it can pull you up or away from what may harm you; it can guide you when you can’t see.

“As long as you’re holding someone’s hand, you’ll never be alone,” you pause to look at him, “Got it?”

“It’s sweaty.”

“It brings warmth,” you counter, “It’s the physical heat you need on cold winters, but it also gives the warmth your heart needs.”

“Sex can do that,” he points out, an eyebrow raised, “Bring heat.”

“But does it do what I mentioned before heat?”

“When you’re with the right person, it does.”

“Can you testify to that?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. It’s shocking.

“Oh, really?” Jaebeom nods and even looks at you, letting you confirm with his eyes that he was telling the truth; and you’re put into even more disbelief.

“It was a long time ago,” he says nonchalantly, “We were both insecure but sex made us feel good about our bodies. When it’s just the two of us, we were secure despite our insecurities; and when we drift asleep after climax, the other in our arms reassures us that we aren’t alone. It kept me from doing a bunch of useless shit.

“I guess it still does. You know me as a fuck boy and I think that’s better than a drug addict or a criminal. The security I mentioned is still there, too.”

“But the reassurance?”

“I know I’m not alone in my bed.”

“You don’t feel empty?” you ask, “I mean, sure, you’re physically not alone but doesn’t your heart feel hollow without the intimacy sex should have?”

“I’ve been ignoring it for so long that it’s practically not even there.”

“But you admit that it is there?”

“I think we should stop here.” He wasn’t only referring to the conversation – you look around and realize you had arrived in front of your dorm building. Your eyes meet his and he hurriedly pulls his hand away from yours. “Thanks for explaining your side though. It’s cute.”

“Jaebeom–“

“Can I kiss you?” The sudden question promptly took your heart off any sympathetic feelings for him and had it racing miles per second. You’re quite sure you were gaping at him; it consoles you to see he’s unsure and uneasy as well, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Before you could react any more, he adds, “Just one kiss. Let me have a taste.”

“A taste?”

“Or you could view it the other way around,” he muses, a smirk overtaking his earlier uncertain features. “You can have a taste of what you’ve been miss –“

You place your lips on his aggressively, cutting him off because you didn’t want to hear the rest of the thought, and you pull away before he could respond. “There’s your kiss,” you say in a dismissive tone but he’s rooted to his place, and you don’t know if it’s out of shock or smugness.

He places both hands in his pockets and looks at the sky, exhaling before going, “Can I kiss you again?”

“AGAIN?”

“Sudden kisses are for guys who just want to get laid,” he reasons, “I want you to fall for me. That’s the mission you gave me, remember?”

“Asking me for a kiss won’t make me fall for you.”

“I had hoped the gentleman’s way would win you over,” he pouts, “Oh well.”

You remain quiet but, when he doesn’t go, you give in and sigh, “Yes. You may kiss me.”

Jaebeom gives you a small smile before he leans closer to you, a hand leaving his pocket to cup your face and bring your lips to his. He completes the step and his hand moves to your nape, the other to the small of your back, and you find yourself holding onto his broad shoulders, holding on to this physical reality as his kiss brings you to another a world, a world where there is only the two of you and this feeling.

This feeling of completion, satisfaction; this feeling your hand-holding could only dream of bringing.

Jaebeom kisses you, lips soft but rough against yours, almost as if he wanted to devour you; and you were letting him. He presses you to his body yet the placement of his hands made you feel like porcelain. He kisses you, consuming you and your thoughts and making the feeling of him all you could focus on. He kisses you until you run out of breath and have to pull away, but he doesn’t let you get too far.

He leans his forehead against yours and looks into your trembling eyes, barely registering how quickly you were inhaling and exhaling, trying to fill your lungs with oxygen to satiate the fire he had started. When he finds his voice, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile. “Thank you.”

“For giving you a taste?”

“For letting me try.” When he presses his lips to your forehead and closes his eyes, he realizes this all felt just right.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

p r e v i o u s / n e x t

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hedwigstalons · 4 years

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High Expectations - Ch4

This time the chapter art had me digging out the pencils. Sorry Gordy - you’re looking a bit old and tired rather than the youthful Olympian I envisaged.

Also, more thanks to @willow-salix who helped me try and improve both wonky writing and wonky chins.

Earlier parts: One, Two, Three

Chapter Four

The call connected but brought not the cheery tones of a brother but the now overly-familiar sound of yet another voicemail request to leave a message after the tone. The last few days had been a litany of missed calls and crossed text messages. Whenever he had a break between training and physio appointments the family seemed to be watching another event with phones off. Whenever he returned from a gym or pool session there would be another blinking icon waiting for him. Another failed attempt at contact.

It was great seeing the messages wishing him good luck followed by messages offering congratulations as he cleared his heat but it would have been nice to speak to his family in person. Everyone else on the squad seemed to be able to schedule video calls with loved ones. You would have thought that with such a large family he would have struck lucky at some point.

Gordon scrolled through the call history. Alan. Scott. Virgil. Even John, the least sociable of his siblings and apparently with an allergy to small-talk, had made two attempts to reach him over the last few days. And there, right at the bottom, one single attempt from his father to make contact shortly after his initial heat. He wondered how the call would have gone. Would he have received congratulations for making it to the final or would he have had to justify his second place finish? It was too late to speculate now. His coach was rapping impatiently on the door; it was time to head to the pool for the race of his life.

The changing area was filled with the incomprehensible babble of a multitude of languages. Old rivals sat alongside new upstarts. Gordon plugged in his earphones in an attempt to drown out the sound and get into the zone. He had been competing for long enough to know what worked for him; even his coach knew better than to try and intrude at this point. The familiar playlist hammered into his head as he leant back against the cool tiles. Eyes closed. Breathing regulated by the sound of the beat. He waited to be called through for his race.

The playlist wasn’t working. He wasn’t normally prone to nerves but this was the big one, the race everyone had been talking about. From the early whispers as a kid on the junior circuit through to actual squad selection the word ‘Olympics’ had never been far away. This was the dream. This would be his defining moment. It was as if none of his other achievements mattered. This was what he had been training for all these years. Everything else was just a warm up.

He checked his phone one last time. Nothing new. Of course there wasn’t, everyone would be up on the balcony already but it gave his hands something to do. Every muscle felt jittery. The announcement that it was time to go pool side had him bouncing up as though the starting gun itself had gone off.

xoxoxox

Alan practically hung over the balcony rail, straining to see the far end of the pool where the competitors would be making their entrance near the starting blocks.

A heavy hand on his shoulder pulled him back and stopped him leaning out too far.

“Steady there. He’ll be out soon enough. Don’t want you going into the water.”

Alan huffed at Scott but complied, sitting heavily back in his seat, eyes roving to the big screen that was showing a shot of the top end of the pool. It was difficult to be patient when his brother would soon be competing in an Olympic final. For most of the spectators it was just another race in the session but for the Tracys it was personal.

It wasn’t just Alan that fidgeted with impatience though, there was an air of barely repressed excitement running through the family group, the atmosphere in the venue just served to increase the tension. This was a big medals day in the pool and Team USA had already added a gold and two bronze to their total haul. The swimming squad was representing their country well and showing that USA was a sporting force to be reckoned with.

A cheer rippled through the venue as the athletes entered. A kaleidoscope of tracksuits parodying the flags and emblems of their nations appeared at the top end of the pool. The yellow and green of Australia shone out amongst the variants of red, white and blue worn by the representatives of USA, Russia and France. Eights athletes filed in to take their place on the seat behind their block. Eight bodies jiggled legs and stretched out arms and shoulders. Take a drink. Adjust goggles. An array of displacement activities and rituals as each competitor did what was needed to mentally prepare themselves for the task ahead.

At a signal from the officials eight figures stood and disrobed, exposing honed muscles and expanded shoulders. Gordon, placed in lane six after his narrow inclusion in the final, bounced on the balls of his feet. Slightly shorter than the average swimmer in the line up he was dwarfed by the Norwegian in lane five, his neighbour in the pool towered a good eight inches above the young American.

There was no holding Alan back now and even his more self-controlled family were leaning forward against the railing to get a better view than that already offered by their front row seats. Eyes were fixed on the distant figure fifty meters away at the far end of the pool.

Giving a start of realisation and guilt that he had almost forgotten Alan dug into his backpack, pulling out the banner he had cajoled Virgil into painting. He shoved the two ends into the hands of Scott and John who proceeded to tie it to the balcony so it could be seen hanging down from the guard rail. It was impossible to read the expressions of the swimmers from this distance but Alan swore he could see Gordon turn and smile in their direction. Whether this was true or not the others couldn’t tell but their squid certainly seemed to gain an air of calm after the banner was unfurled.

A further signal from the officials had the competitors stepping up on to their blocks. Silence descended over the crowd.

Poised.

Taut.

Ready.

The starting gun had eight figures launching into the water with enviable grace and speed.

Stroke. Glide. Breathe. Repeat. Each competitor found their rhythm and gave the performance of their life.

Ordinarily the pack would form a V shape. An arrowhead through the water as those that had won their heats were graced with the more desirable centre lanes.

Today was no ordinary day.

Today was the day Gordon Tracy dredged into reserves he barely knew he had. Start strong, stay strong, end strong. There was no let up in his pace and determination. Focus and rhythm aligned. The arrowhead was broken. Soon the commentary was focussed on lane six and the seventeen year old competing in his first Olympics.

Cheers erupted from the Tracy section as the swimmers reached the final board and triggered the timing pads. From their seats aligned with the end of the pool they were in the perfect position to see Gordon hit home in first place.

For the swimmers in the water the rankings were less clear cut. Without the benefit of a grandstand view eight sets of eyes were focussed on the board awaiting the final results. Moments stretched into eternity as they waited for the official times.

1 USA GORDON TRACY 1:44.20 WR

There, on the first line of the board was the confirmation of not only his success but an achievement surpassing all hopes. A world record.

The family watched as down in the water Gordon shook hands over the lane dividers with the swimmers to left and right. He was a sportsman to the core and he congratulated those who had provided stiff competition. Only then did he turn and wave to the balcony, acknowledging the family that had supported him through years of training then followed him to the opposite end of the Earth to witness his crowning glory. The cameras tracked between the Tracy in the pool and the Tracys in the stand, capturing their moment of shared joy for eternity.

xoxoxox

The fluttering feeling in his stomach was off-putting to say the least and probably wasn’t helped by the two celery crunch bars and a glucose tablet he had inhaled after getting out the water, he knew they were needed after his intense energy usage though. The last time he’d tried to skip the obligatory post-race refuel he had nearly taken a header off the podium as his blood sugars crashed. He wondered if throwing up on an official was more embarrassing than fainting on them.

The call to head out to the podium soon put a stop to the nerves as he was ushered back pool-side between the other two medallists. This time there was no escaping the fact that all eyes were on him but there was no performance required; the joy spread across his face was pure and true. This was the culmination of years of early morning training sessions. Gym, yoga, vitamins, nutrition schedules. Every missed party. Every rejected invitation to go bowling. The sacrifices he had made had come together to create one perfect moment.

The medal, the anthem, the flowers; everything played out as he had imagined. The flash of a thousand camera bulbs only partly responsible for the tears in his eyes.

His dream.

Complete.

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woossexyponytail · 4 years

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Shadow Born, Chapter 4 The sleep demon.

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Breakfast was quiet this morning as I drank my tea, Yunho had his earphones in lightly bobbing his head.

Auntie came down with a newspaper in hand placing it on to the table infront of us "Terrible news my dears, two of your classmates were rushed to the hospital last night. A Kim Jungwoo and A Mark Lee, do you know them?" She pointed at the newspaper.

"Nope doesn't ring a bell." Yunho said taking an earphone out to pay attention to auntie. "I heard something about them being expelled from school." I shrugged.

"Hmm, so what did you want to use my spiders for last night?" Auntie asked looking at Yunho.

"Oh nothing really, just somthing to do with my science class." He told her shrugging looking down at the table.

"You know what's weird those two kids who were sent to the hospital, they were found tied to their beds with this really fine webbing, almost like spiders wrapped them up and started bitting them." Auntie explained to us.

"How horrible." I said taking a bite to eat, "Yeah they obviously did something to the spiders for them to do that." Yunho said smirking over at me.

"Well they don't like big, buzzing, blundering bees." I said laughing lightly Yunho joining in.

"Quite, anyway just be careful how you hex in the future okay." Auntie said leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. I looked over at Yunho his eyes wide with shock.

"How did she know?" He asked, at that I rolled my eyes at him. "Really, she can see the future, and your not great at lying you know" I told him. After breakfast we both packed up ready to go to school.

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Getting to school Hongjoon was standing outside of the school gates talking to Yeosang. They both looked over at us waving as we walked up to them.

"Hey guy's, did you here about Kim Jungwoo and Mark Lee?" Yeosang asked, as Wooyoung, San and Jongho walked up to us as well. "Yeah how freaky is that!" Wooyoung yelled even though he was standing right next to us.

"I swear this place isn't that weird okay" Hongjoon told me, I shrugged my shoulders "It's okay I actually like spiders" I said walking off in the the building, the guy's following behind.

"Dude, your sister is so weird" Yeosang whispered over to Yunho as he just rolled his eyes "You just now realise?" Yunho told him sighing.

"She's still hot" Wooyoung whispered to Yeosang, then they both nodded agreeing. Yunho watched them in disbelief "You two are gross" he shivered. I scoffed at him punching his shoulder.

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Day's turned in to weeks, week's in to month's and it lead to today's date October 31st the best day of the year, at least in my opinion.

"Good morning my lovelys, Happy Halloween. I brewed you some tea. I put a bit of cinnamon in it this time." Auntie said placing the cups down on the table.

"So what's the plan for tonight? Up to any mischief?" Auntie asked, I looked up at her thinking. Yunho looked between auntie and myself then shrugged.

"Haven't really thought about it to be honest" I told her as I picked up my cup and took a sip.

"Well by the time you get back from school and you still don't have any idea, I might have something you'll enjoy" she told us smiling and clapping her hands together.

Thankfully we were all in good spirits for today, as Yunho and I grabbed are bags and headed off to school.

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I was standing with the guys outside of the gate talking, the only one missing was Wooyoung who was late again.

"MORNING GUYS!" Wooyoung yelled running up to us, Yeosang rolled his eyes as Wooyoung couldn't stop in time and bumping right in to him. Yeosang quickly pushed him away.

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!" Wooyoung carried on yelling, we all just gleared at him, while Hongjoon put's his finger to his lip shhing him.

"I found this book in the library-" Wooyoung started looking through his bag, "You went to a library?" San asked eyes wide in disbelief.

"That's the scariest thing I've ever heard" Yeosang said laughing causing the rest of us to laugh, Wooyoung looked up pouting at us.

"Shut up! Anyway I found this and it's all in a different language see" he said bring the book out and showing it. The book was black and very old a strange symbol on it with the word 'convocatis itaque daemoniorum'.

I looked over at Yunho as we both looked in disbelief at the fact Wooyoung found the book.

"It looks like Latin" San said taking the book for a second and having a look through it.

"Well I was thinking since it's Halloween and Friday, we sneak in to the school tonight and see if this book really works!" Wooyoung said as he started to jump around us.

"You want us to come to school at night read a book in a different language and hope to what? Summon a demon?" Yeosang asked scoffing at him. "Yes" Wooyoung said nodding his head.

"I'm in, it sounds fun" Yunho said chuckling, I slapped his arm and shock my head, knowing it was not a good idea.

"Yeah, I'm in too" San nodded a small smile on his face, Yeosang sighed "sure, I've got nothing to do later" he said.

"Fine" Jongho said shrugged not really caring. "Well someone has to keep an eye out for you lot" Hongjoon replied getting a few whines from the guys.

The guys turned to me waiting for my answer. "Nope not happening" I crossed my arms. The guys whined again starting to beg for me to come, so I just walked away.

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At lunch I pulled Yunho to the side to have a talk with him. "You seriously can't be serious about going tonight are you?" I asked him glaring.

"Yn, I'm not going to summon anything, I won't even hold the book. Okay?" He told me, I just sighed at him being so stubborn.

"You better not!, they should never know what we are. Got it!?" I told him, he just nodded then laughed hugging me then running back to the cafeteria.

I have a really bad feeling about tonight, but hopefully nothing happens.

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Yunho's POV:

Morning turned in to night as I made my way back to school leaving Yn at home with auntie. Walking up to the school gates that are now closed I noticed Wooyoung and Yeosang already there.

"Hey Yunho!" Wooyoung waved as I jogged up to them. "So we just waiting for the others?" I asked looking around.

"San and Jongho are already here, their trying to open the door, we just waiting on Hongjoon" Yeosang explained, I nodded looking around seeing Hongjoon running up to us.

"Right we're all here let's go" Wooyoung said as he started climbing up the gates, the rest of us following behind him.

Getting to the front San and Jongho finally opened the door, we walked in to the empty building. Hongjoon put the torch on from his phone, the rest of us did the same as we walked around the halls.

"Wow who knew school could be even creepier at night?" Wooyoung said as he was looking at the picture on the walls.

"Right where should we do this?" San asked looking between us, Wooyoung got out the book from his back pack handing it to Hongjoon.

"Uh maybe the cafeteria?" Hongjoon asked we all nodded making our way around the school and to the cafeteria.

"Who is going to read it?" Jongho asked as Hongjoon placed the book on the table and opened it, flipping through the pages.

"Wooyoung you wanted to do this, so you read it" Yeosang said pushing the book to him. Wooyoung sighed squinting his eyes to try and read it.

"Et.. v...venient Summon..eas Bangungot de somno ego daemonium et humanum est causa chao mundi?" Wooyoung said, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

'And Yn was worried that something bad would happen' I thought trying hard not to laugh.

"Nothing happened" Wooyoung said looking around the large room. "No sh*t" Yeosang sighed grabbing the book and reading himself, but once again nothing happened.

"San you read it" Hongjoon said passing the book to him. San picked the book up following the line with his finger, after doing it a couple of times he finally started reading it out loud.

"Et venient Summoneas Bangungot de somno ego daemonium et humanum est causa chao mundi" San said, we all stood waiting patiently.

Just then I noticed a purple smoke lifting from the floor and rising, my eyes widened at the sight before me, looking at the guys they all hadn't noticed yet.

'How in the Satan did San end up summoning a demon?' I asked myself starting to freak out.

"WHO SUMMONED ME HERE?" the voice said as the smoke disappeared and left a demon standing watching us.

The guys finally noticed freezing at the sight on the scared face of the demon, I breathed slowly walking infront of them to protect them.

"Oh, a shadow born, with humans? Very interesting" the demon chuckled at us, I could hear the guys whispering between themselves asking what was happening.

"DEMON, I BANISH YOU!" I yelled clapping my hands together, but nothing happened the demon was still standing there and started laughing.

"I can't be banished that easily" it said as it started to walk towards us, I quickly turned around and faced the guys. They still stood frozen in place.

"RUN!!" I yelled at them as we all ran out the room and to the front door, San grabbed the handle and tried to open it but with no use.

"It's locked!" He panicked, Hongjoon took out his phone, "No signal, what do we do?" He said freaking out. We turned to Wooyoung as he was pacing back and forth.

"Why are you all looking at me?" He asked stopping infront of us, "your the one who wanted this, what's the plan?" Yeosang asked him.

"WHAT?!, I didn't know a demon would appear, and your the smart one, you think of something" Wooyoung yelled pointing at Hongjoon.

"I MIGHT BE SMART BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT TO DO!?" Hongjoon yelled back.

"GUYS?!, Stop yelling we're already being hunted by a demon, we need to find a place to hide then I need to get in contact with Yn" I explained as I started to walk quickly looking for a place to hide.

"How are you going to contact her? There's no signal and what she going to do about a demon?" Jongho asked walking along side me.

"I'm gonna astral project to her, now come in here quickly and quietly" I told them as I pushed them in to a class room and quietly closed the door.

The rest all sat down around the room or looking out the window, I sat down on the floor and focused on Yn.

"What the hell is he doing?" San asked watching me, I snapped my eyes open and gleared at them, "Quiet, let me focus" I told them, they all shut up after that.

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Yn POV

I was sitting in my room watching a horror movie while Stolar sat next to me on the bed. The time was quite late and I wondered where Yunho was, but then focused back on the movie.

Just then Yunho appeared in my room, probably astral projecting, I sat up straight not liking why he was astral projecting.

"YN!, We have a problem, there is a demon chasing us, we need help" he told me. "What kind of demon?" I asked looking through my desk to find something.

"I don't know, a demon-demon. A scary demon!" He started to panic, "Calm down. Focus do you remember the name?" I asked finding the book and looked back at Yunho.

"Bangungot" Yunho said remembering the name of the demon, I looked through the book to find the demon information. "Well, this is simply perfect." I sighed closing the book.

"It's a sleep demon, go back and keep safe I'll be there soon." I told him Yunho nodded thanking me as he disappeared. I ran down the stairs to talk to auntie.

"What the devil is going on?" Auntie asked as I ran up to her, "Not the devil, Auntie, a demon!" I said I explained what Yunho told me.

"Hmm the embodiment of nightmares, Yn, you have to be clever, you have to trap it." Auntie told I nodded "How?" I asked.

"What is a nightmare, but a dream gone bad? A dream gone sour? You have to trap a nightmare the same way you trap a dream." Auntie explained "A Dream catcher" I said to myself.

"Ooh, my familiars can help." She said nodding over to her spiders, I grabbed a jar getting a couple of the spiders and heading out the door Stolar and Salem running behind me.

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Getting to the school I heard talking, the demon was able to find the guys I quickly ran to where they were.

Finding the guy's trapped in a classroom the demon stood in the doorway laughing at them. I let the spiders out as they crawled over and around the doorway.

"Your not that powerful shadow born" the demon said to Yunho, "He might not be, but I am" I said getting the attention of the demon. "Yn!" The guys yelled happy to see me, some of the others looked worried.

"You think those spiders can save you? Not even the Dark Lord can save you." The demon said noticing the spiders around it.

"That's but a plaything in your inexperienced hands." It told me seeing the string in my hands, I smiled at the demon.

"Telas araneae tuum, daemonium fugit in captionem Bangungot." I chanted wrapping the string around my hands like a web. The spiders tied up the demon in their webs catching the demon.

"I banish thee, Bangungot." I yelled just then the demon caught on fire as it disappeared in to the floor. "Sometimes the best magic is the oldest magic" I said looking down at the string.

"Yn!" The guys yelled again running up to me and giving me a group hug. I looked over to Yunho glearing at him.

"I told you not to summon-" I started scolding him but he quickly stopped me, "It wasn't me, it was San!" He freaked.

I turned around and watched San, not expecting him to be able to summon, that means he has some magic in him?

"Well, I think you guys need an explanation then, come on auntie can explain" I said as we all walked out of the school and headed back home.

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fanficparker · 5 years

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Faking, Falling > Part 5

Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Fake dating! Unrequited love switcheroo!)

Word count: ~1.3k words

Warning: Angst.

Summary: Unexpected trips, unexpected twists.

<< PART 4 [ MASTERLIST ] PART 6 >>

Repeated honking of car horns was making Harrison beyond annoyed. He could feel the blood boiling, rushing through his veins but the tinge of sadness and tons of guilt wasn't allowing him to scream. He was trying his best to drive properly and faster but whenever his feet pushed the accelerator a bit harder, he felt extremely dizzy and found himself losing control over the vehicle. He continued to drive slower than what he should as per the current traffic flow, trying to ignore the honking sounds and people rambling about his driving.

He should be at the celebration of the completion of the project, but here he was, parking his car at the completely opposite part of the city. He rushed out of his car and pressed the doorbell three times one after the other. He was continuously tapping his foot on the pavement while his fingers combed through his hair of what seemed like the 154th time which was now completely dishevelled. It was barely five seconds but he was already ready to turn and leave until he heard the clicking sound of the door unlocking. His hands dropped back near his waist, clammy with sweat while his heart pondered inside his chest.

Damn, he shouldn't be here.

But it was too late to exit now. The door opened and his blue eyes met another set of blue eyes. The woman's lips curved into a little smile seeing Harrison, but when she looked at his droopy, tired eyes, her smile flattened. She stared at his eyes for a long minute and in the next minute, the smile on her lips returned. Harrison slightly quirked his eyebrows at her rapidly changing expressions, but the little smile persisted making him more confused. Her words were almost like a whisper but so powerful that everything in him couldn't resist the energy they carried.

"It's okay to cry, Hazza."

And there he was, his arms tightly wrapped around his mum's smaller figure, head resting on her shoulder. He wasn't expecting to cry but when the first tear rolled down his cheek, he couldn't stop the unbroken stream that followed. His lips parted lightly with every sob he failed to contain.

"It's okay to cry, Haz." His mum repeated, running her fingers through his curls while the other palm rubbed his back. Harrison clenched his eyes shut, letting the tears flow free. He wasn't feeling weak as he expected rather it was the first time in years, he felt honest.

"Mom... Am I... really... that bad?" He spoke in between sobs that almost resembled suffocating hiccups.

"You were just bad for yourself."

Harrison squeezed his eyes even tighter, inhaling sharply through his nose. It was evident he couldn't understand what Phil meant. How can he be bad to himself? He just remembers him being bad... worse to his family, friends and even Y/n who had nothing to do with his life and yet he did nothing but hurt her. He wanted his mum to explain her words but he definitely lacked any energy or intention to ask for the clarification. So instead he focused on stabilizing his breath slowly as Phil whispered small 'breathe in and breathe outs' in her son's ear while rubbing his back.

"Tom, Tuwaine, Harry, Sam everyone... Everyone I love and care about, I hurt all of them. They hate me. Everyone hates me." His voice was dry and hoarse, but at least he was no more suffocating.

"No, they don't hate you, believe me. They are just upset." She told softly.

"But---"

"You know Haz..." She interrupted and tapped his back, separating from the embrace. Harrison's eyes were now dry and his breathing was much steadier, although his cheeks were still stained with tears.

His mother continued, "It's like you were missing for years, but you are back. I missed you so much." She finished, wiping up his son's tears.

"I am sorry." He said softly.

"Don't be, I am just thankful to whoever made you realise."

Harrison produced a small sad smile and nodded his head. He had fucked up here too.

"Don't think much, just come in. I made fresh brownies."

* * *

// 2 MONTHS LATER //

"Harrison, you can't just stay at home all the time," Phil shouted the thousandth time in just the span of two months.

"It's my vacation mom!" He replied, lazily.

"And that means, going out, enjoying stuff, get some company, find a girl - boy whatever you demand, but just get out of here. It's depressing to see you here sitting at one place all the time." Phil switched off the television, making Harrison groan lightly.

"I don't want to," He replied blandly, closing his eyes as his head rested on the headrest of the sofa.

"Jerry is finally throwing his wedding reception party this month and I told him you'll be attending," Phil stated, folding her arms to her chest.

"But he lives in Australia--"

"I know that's why I booked the tickets. You are going there and that too for two weeks. Get off this laziness, meet new people, make friends, get a hookup. I don't care, just get your ass out of this place."

Harrison's jaw fell slack, he didn't know what to answer. He had planned to 'hide' in his house till he gets a new project but now...

"Pack your bags, you're leaving this Sunday..."

"But mom-"

"I am hearing no excuses." And Phil went to her room. Harrison growled tossing his phone aside in annoyance. He wished Sunday never comes but alas it was just three days ahead.

And time flies way faster when you wanted it otherwise.

* * *

Harrison helped the driver load his bag and suitcase in the cab's trunk. He sat inside the cab sighing deeply. He remembered pouting in front of his mother, his lips forming the legendary reversed 'U' but alas he only received an eye roll from Phil. And thereby he was now travelling to his hotel from the airport because there were thirteen days to Jerry's birthday. Sigh. His mom was really intimidating something.

What's he gonna do all these days alone in a place far away from his home? Yeah, at least here he can roam freely, unafraid of crossing paths with any of the person he treated unfairly. His posture straightened at the thought. And now coming to Australia didn't seem like a bad deal. He took out his phone and plucked in his earphones, blasting some good old rock music. He covered his eyes with his sunglasses waiting for his destination to arrive.

Humming to the music, eyes closed, his body jerked forward as the car came to a halt. He thought the hotel was farther. He removed his earphones sensing a woman talking to the driver, realizing he was still far away from the hotel.

"There's a problem with the engine of my taxi. And I am now stuck in the highway. Any chances I could get a lift? I'll pay for it. And my phone's dead too, I am really helpless at this point."

"Ma'am I could have helped but I am already with a passenger." Harrison heard the driver reply.

"Oh," The voice seemed sad and maybe the driver too sensed it too.

"Maybe you can ask the traveller, if he says yes, I have no problem helping you," The driver replied. Harrison removed his shades hearing a small knock to his window. He rolled the windows down to meet with the intruder.

"Harrison."

"Y/n."

Oh.

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heyhyunjiin · 5 years

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Game Over (Cheater!Hyunjin AU) PT. 2

Pairing: Hyunjin x You

Part 1 can be found here.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: none.

A/N: Hello! I’m so sorry for the delay with this fic!!! It took me so much time trying to figure out the works but :-D here ya go!

Summary: Hyunjin’s schedule had been packed due to their upcoming comeback, leaving you two to communicate through text messages and short phone calls. He texted you late one night saying he’s going to be practicing with Felix for a song. You buy the boys food and just as you’re about to enter their practice room, it isn’t Felix that Hyunjin was in there with, and they surely weren’t just, ‘dancing.’

You ignored the text and shoved the phone inside your back pocket. It was as if your legs had a mind of their own because you were in the elevator and then out the back door of the jyp building in a matter of a few minutes. Your body didn’t want to be anywhere near Hyunjin. In all honesty, you were considering on boarding the nearest plane at the moment to the next country over just so you could be miles away from the cheater.

After the first tear escaped from your eyes, the rest followed like an unstoppable river. The frosty air wrapped itself around you, and the warm liquid which cascaded down your cheeks were messily brushed away by your freezing knuckles. The atmosphere felt constricting. Your breathing was so erratic that the people watching you stagger through downtown silently expected you to pass out. To them, you were just a very upset girl pacing away from her friends or something of the sort with a bag of food hanging around her wrist, swaying recklessly side to side. Their staring didn’t bother you the least bit. There was no particular direction that you were headed to, but the further from the building, the better. However, your legs were losing strength. In a moment, your knees caved in and fell to the rigid cement.

The door to a convenience store abruptly swung open as Jisung and Chan stepped out with bags of snacks at hand. They were having a random conversation about bees when their eyes landed on a familiar figure on the ground.

Both rushed to you, one asking what had happened while the other helped you stand up slowly.

Jisung let your body lean against him for support while Chan held one of your hands and lifted up your chin so there would be eye contact. Their faces expressed sorrow. You were a good friend to them and seeing someone they adored in this state made them ache.

It seemed like you hadn’t heard their question, so Jisung repeated it. ”What’s wrong ________?”

Your bloodshot eyes turned to him and your lip began to quiver as a single sentence was uttered out, ”People don’t realize the value of trust and love until it’s all thrown away.”

The statement stunned them. Neither had a reply because they had no idea what was going on.

”W—What?” Chan spluttered out, unsure of how he should react.

Jisung gave a look of equal confusion to his friend as he mouthed the name of your cheating boyfriend, silently asking if Hyunjin had been the culprit to your tears.

After taking a shaky step towards Chan, “Hyunjin’s cheating on me,” is all you said to the boys before looking down at the cement you had been kneeling on some minutes ago.

“Oh hell no,” thought Jisung and Chan at the same time.

For a while now, they’ve had suspicions about his behavior. JYP had used some of their members to film an M/V with a girl group who were debuting in a couple of days and from what they’ve heard, the girls were pretty nice. Perhaps, one was too nice to Hyunjin specifically. Since their concept was based on more cutesy school-girl love, some scenes involved light skinship such as hand holding, wrapping arms over each other, and a 3-second hug. However, the other boys who partook in the film making noticed that Hyunjin was holding that girls hand when the camera wasn’t even rolling, his arms were draped over her shoulder more often when they weren’t filming, and their hugs outside of the set lasted longer than what anyone would consider appropriate. Despite the fact that the M/V was completed weeks ago, Hyunjin was still seen with the brunette nearly every day. The boys shrugged it off, saying that the duo were just good friends and that was it. Now, everything was beginning to make sense.

Chan urged for a talk somewhere private, and it led to the three of you walking in the direction of your apartment which was merely a minute away.

The security guard looked suspicious of the two boys beside you, yet still let them in after they signed their names on the check-in log. Your door code was messed up a couple times because of the shakiness in your hand from the weather outside. Jisung sat with you on the couch, wrapping you as best as he could with the blankets he had found in the closet. Chan returned to the living room with three cups of warm hot chocolate. The first sip was difficult to swallow because you were experiencing hiccups due to the heavy crying.

It took awhile, but eventually you told them about the scene at the JYP building. Both were in deep shock and couldn’t even form words to respond. They knew that Hyunjin could be a little reckless sometimes, but this was totally out of proportion.

“What did you do after seeing that? Did you talk to him or the girl?” Chan asked, his fists were clamped tightly on your couch pillow and was beginning to crumple it from frustration.

You bit your lip and answered, “I just left. I didn’t want to face him or her at all because— what could I have done?”

Jisung scoffed and rolled his eyes at the thought of decisions Hyunjin had made.

“We’ll talk to him, making sure he knows just how badly he messed up—“ Chan ranted.

“Don’t be direct about it yet. Treat him like you know he did something wrong, but don’t tell him that we all know exactly what he did. I want to compose my thoughts first before anything else. I might break down if he and I talk anytime soon, and I’m not gonna give him that power over me. Not this time.” Your mind flashed back to all the times Hyunjin had used your moments of vulnerability to encourage you to forgive him through the acts of false promises and passionate kisses.

The boys nodded in agreement and promised to not cause too much suspicion.

After an hour or so, they left your apartment with heavy hearts and returned to their dorm filled with a couple of hungry members craving the snacks they had asked the two to buy.

As Seungmin and Minho were rummaging through the bags for their snacks, Hyunjin entered the dorm casually, commenting about how much colder the weather was getting.

He hung his coat on the rack and turned around to catch a glimpse of Jisung on his way to the bathroom. He said a small greeting but was just ignored.

Hyunjin assumed he wasn’t heard by the other boy and plopped himself on the couch in between Woojin who had earphones on and Chan who was scrolling through his phone.

“Hyungs, what time is practice tomorrow?” He asked the older boys.

Woojin didn’t reply since his music was too loud and Hyunjin noticed this. He waited for Chan’s answer since it was impossible to not hear the question when the two were inches from one another.

“Hyung?”

. . .

“Hyunggg?”

. . .

“Hyuuuung?”

. . .

Felix who was seated on the floor with his laptop looked up and softly poked Chan.

“I think Hyunjin had a question for you.” He said slowly, somewhat concerned at the lack of response.

Chan faced the boy who had asked and said, “It’s at 9.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes playfully and said, “Was that so hard to answer?”

Chan scoffed and said in a sharp tone, “Maybe if you’d check the emails, you wouldn’t have had to ask.”

Felix, Hyunjin, and Woojin (who had removed one earphone to listen in on what was going on) were all surprised at the retort of their leader. Chan wasn’t the type to snap at a question by any of the members. They knew today wasn’t tough in practice and they had received good remarks on their performances from the fellow producers. His patience was also pretty good especially even if the day wasn’t going as great as he would have preferred.

After releasing a heavy sigh and showing an unreadable facial expression, Chan stood up from his seat, uttered a bid of good night to everyone, and shut his bedroom door.

An unsettling silence took over in the dorm living room. No one dared to say anything for the tension to ease. The sudden ringing of Hyunjin’s phone felt like the relieving sound of a bell during a boxing match. He casually wriggled out the device from the back pocket of his jeans.

Woojin and Felix both looked confused at how fast their young member sprang up from the couch and hurriedly stepped outside in the freezing cold to answer a phone call he could have done inside the protection of the warm dorm.

Hyunjin ensured that the door was fully closed before answering the phone call of Minji, the girl who’d stolen his heart years ago.

The boy could still remember his beginning encounter with Minji and you. She had trained in the company a year before he began. Everyone and anyone knew of Minji Choi. She ranked as the top prettiest girl trainee according to the majority of male trainees. Female trainees would even describe her as their ideal type when it came to appearances. Her talents were also no joke, everyone just knew she’d be the center of whichever girl group the CEO would place her in. She could dance almost as good as their choreographer could, thus giving her the nickname, “Dancing Queen.” Her potential was riveting.

Although, if only her pretty face matched her personality. One problem with Minji was her temper. The littlest thing would set her off. One time, she had asked another female trainer to pass her a water bottle from the fridge. All was going well until she tasted the water, spat it out on the girl, threw the opened bottle on the ground, creating a major mess on the floor, and proceeded to shout unnecessarily about how the water wasn’t cold enough.

Hyunjin felt such a burning desire to always grab Minji’s attention in any way, shape, or form. She was his dream girl at the time and if he could get her to glance at him for even a mere second, it’d be worth it. Alas, his attempts were generally disregarded by the dancing queen.

You, on the other hand, worked at a well-known coffee shop that he and the boys enjoyed going to on their time offs. It had been another, ‘failure to make Minji notice me,’ type of day for Hyunjin. He sat alone in the shop, just wallowing in his sorrow. The sound of a cup being placed on the table alerted him to look up and the scent of his favorite brew fluttered to his senses.

You smiled warmly at him and pointed at the drink, “I know you didn’t order that, but by the look on your face, it looked like you needed it. Remember, you’ve gotta withstand the storm in order to see the rainbow.”

Hyunjin didn’t know what to say or do. He just stared at you: eyes wide open, mouth agape, and he could feel his heart beat in a similar pace whenever Minji was around. But, she wasn’t.

Maybe it was the heat from walking in the summer sun to get to the coffee shop or maybe he was going insane, but Hyunjin swears that there was a bright light radiating from behind you and a halo was directly above your head. You basically resembled an angelic being that came from the heavens above to cheer him up.

It was a weird feeling for him at first. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen you because the boys go there often and you took their orders numerous times. Had you always been this mesmerizing? Was your smile always that welcoming? Maybe his mind was too occupied with Minji, that he also failed to notice the beauty right before his eyes, just standing behind a cash register in a work uniform and an apron.

Since the shop wasn’t particularly busy that day, you sat with him and talked about the most random topics, but it didn’t matter. Hyunjin was like a moth drawn to your flame.

Although, it’s been almost three years, and it looks like the moth has wandered back to his previous flame.

Their phonecall was short and sweet. Minji wanted a goodnight call from him and they went over the details of their meetup tomorrow night. He entered the dorm again with a goofy smile and went straight to his room with a skip in his step, causing Woojin and Felix to exchange a look that said, ‘...Well, someone’s happy,’ and they couldn’t have been more correct.

Hyunjin went to bed with a peace of mind, while you tossed and turned in your room, the image of the kiss replaying in your head.

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Comfort is coming (YG x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, College/University AU

Pairing: Student!Yoongi x Student!Reader

Warnings: No warnings apply

Summary: Hard academic labour deserves to be rewarded with a treat every once in a while. For example, with holding a marathon of a favourite series while eating a tub of ice cream.

And the unsuspected company in the form of the silent force under the same roof.

There are times when life is hard, when it knows periods wherein every single thing that is normally so ordinary now forms an extraordinary addition to the amalgamation of educational stress. Each day is filled with nothing but typing on the flat slightly illuminated keyboard of the matte silver MacBook filled with academic files, hoping to finish that close reading essay that was thought of too easily, when a heavily caffeinated mind is not occupied by trying to process every bit of information eyes framed by glass absorb from paper. It always is the same song and yet its dance can never be learned.

Day in, day out.

Sigh after sigh.

Nevertheless, they pass, eventually, invoking feelings of tremendous relief, mental devastation and exhausted defeat to flow throughout a learning being again and again. Today is one of those moments in which this memorable potion is drunk after completing the deadline and cramping up with pain inflicted by ink in a most powerful tool and chaotic panic at not understanding the capability of the human intellect despite cramming hours on end.

The leather bag is thrown onto the floor at the entrance of the apartment shared with a silent stoic raven-haired force who composes music in the hush habitual to the residence, headphones always on in the bedroom functioning more as a studio even when nobody is home. In fact, it is not unlikely to think the padding of toes merely clad in socks goes unnoticed, the noise-isolating padding tuning them out immediately after removing nightly black and crisp white Adidas sneakers in the tiny entryway and putting them into the shoe closet next to the entrance.

It is not minded since it is part of the routine, the only moments of really enjoying each other’s company being dinner and occasional mutual trips to the supermarket to stock up for the coming week. Lunch is never shared because either party picks up something in the cafeteria of the university building they have to be for a seminar or lecture or somewhere in the big concrete jungle, alone or with a friend. Breakfast is also rarely a moment of true friendship, Yoongi skipping it on a daily basis yet always nagging the curiously accepted housemate when there is a risk of giving into the same habit. It has gotten to the point of being forced to wait until the musician finishes his characteristic double espresso and preparing a decent enough meal for one likely running late for class whenever the scenario presents itself, nonchalantly blocking the way in every instance feet try to slip away from the scene to crack on or sending empty threats behind a turned back.

Although, in hindsight, the same happens in the event of dinner and not feeling too hungry if at all.

Withal, skipping a meal will have to be excused for the day because when bone tired limbs have exchanged the complicated outfit - consisting of onyx leggings matching the same-toned dress underneath a denim jacket and above knee-height light brown leather boots - for dusk-shaded Puma sweatpants and a plain ivory V-neck shirt, nothing will be done anymore. Bare feet crawl under the alabaster thick sheets after wrapping them in the blanket coloured in a murky earth and mossy tone, moonlight-shaded MacBook opened to the downloaded Game of Thrones episodes the quiet strangely kind power roaming the same house shared by email at accidentally discovering a mutual love for the series during a boring lecture, sharing earphones to watch season one painfully unfold all over again because, apparently, Yoongi had just started it.

And, although already having seen the first few batches that were sent by digital means before illegally online, they nevertheless bring a grateful smile to tired lips each time because it is due to this sharing of documents a splendid opportunity has been steadily formed to indulge in a marathon to withdraw from the world in silent celebration of a liberation from stress.

However, it would appear the musician has stopped watching recently since conversations have led more often to forbidding giving any spoilers for season four and further. Though, when asking to brand new seasons bought on DVD on the hard drive to add to the little nerdy collection on the bedside table also functioning as a headboard, Yoongi gladly rips the files and sends them over email thus adding both to the personal collection and that of a soul glad for the kindness in spite of the more stranding chit chats since there have not been many moments of bonding since moving in four months ago. Other than the series, there is little to talk about that which has been discovered as common interest let alone bond over and both working and hanging out with different people besides the study does also not greatly help in forming a deeper meaning to the fragile friendship.

Just as a comfortable position is taken up and noise-cancelling white headphones put on, a digit hovering above the touchpad for the cursor to start from the very beginning of the visual version of “A Song of Ice and Fire”, a dimly audible knock is followed by an immediate opening of the door to the private haven. Obviously disregarding the polite pause to wait for consent, Yoongi stands on the threshold, bangs as dark as ink covering a pale forehead and the light skin of the resident stoic silent force further accentuated by the overall casual outfit of ripped jeans and a T-shirt that could blend easily into the shadows. ‘Judging by your appearance, I wager it’s either that time of the month again where you get grumpy at me for no good reason and act like a drama queen or you just made your exams and deadlines.’

‘Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be composing or something? You normally ignore me until before dinner.’ The constraints on hearing are removed while eyes wander to the bright green slightly translucent plastic convenience store bag held by bony skillful fingers, light up at registering what the item within it is and seeing a comforting sympathetic curve on lips having lost every sense of mocking when looking back at the unexpected visitor. ‘Why the ice cream?’

‘I never ignore you, Y/N. I know I don’t say much and we don’t have much of a relationship, but ever since you’ve been here I’ve had no choice but to observe you on a daily basis, looking as shabby a-’ An offended palm lashes out as the flatmate sits down on the edge of the mattress - a bed frame a disturbance to the overall minimalist aesthetic - on the cedar floor and puts the bag down, the sharp slap of skin on skin resonating in the temporary hush. The hit has a deceivingly powerful impact because a red outline already begins to form and makes the baffled young man cover it protectively in the instant the imprint is noticed. ‘What the- Y/N! What the hell?’

‘That’s for calling me shabby. It’s not, it’s comfy.’ The pout in which the last statement is made returns clear amusement with a caring undertone to the other’s shocked expression. The digits reaching out to pat locks depicting the aftermath of academic stress are swatted away, arms crossing in defiance afterwards while an unforgiving glare holds a warning strengthening the one made in a voice that cannot sound entirely angry due to the gratefulness towards the pale onyx-haired lad for checking up on an exhausted somewhat friend. ‘Don’t touch me. I’ll bite your fingers off if you try again.’

‘Fine. Here I was, thinking I’d cheer you up with the ice cream you always buy when you’re like this, but apparently, it isn’t appreciated. Guess I’ll give it to Joon or Jimin, instead.’ An attempt at getting up is made yet stopped directly by apologetic palms at the ends of uncrossed arms clad in too long sleeves, a tug on the wrist asking to return while also not being able to help but glance longingly at the icy cinnamon roll treat that threatens to leave alongside the present company. ‘Oh, so now you want it, huh?’

‘I’m sorry, if that’s what you want to hear.’ Albeit reluctantly, an apology for the defiance is given, knowing full well the playful mocking attitude of the fellow student though personal pride was still damaged at being called badly composed style-wise.

‘You’re forgiven. Look, I’ve gotten to know your personality through actions. In university, you’re the independent hard-working calm girl while at home you’re one giant ball of stress who’ll get frustrated with deadlines again the day following a bit of rest. But it is days like this one that you’re happy and it’s annoyingly rubbing off on me.’ The tub in the plastic bag is put in the lap covered by the thick alabaster duvet. ‘Making me want to see you be a little content hermit. Here, eat up and relax. You’ve earned it.’

Brows furrow in played confusion, teasing like him howbeit in retaliation for the insult earlier in spite of the oddly satisfying confession at not being a mere invisible force like the musician. ‘How am I supposed to eat this without a spoon?’

A contemplating nod, acknowledging the treat cannot be enjoyed without otherwise and should have been brought along from the beginning. ‘Right... I’ll get you one.’

‘Can you make it two?’

‘What?’ The surprise at the request raises the indifferent husky voice by a few tones.

‘I can’t eat this all by myself, though. So, do you-’ Doubtful irises shift from the favourite ice cream to the screen, awkwardly moving on the mattress thanks to the self-made constraints on wrapped feet, and back to Yoongi whose expression briefly transforms into characteristic stoicism before showing a ghost of a rare gummy smile. ‘Do you want to watch Game of Thrones with me?’

‘Sure. Which season, though?’

‘Three. Where are you?’

Sheepishly, the creative genius rubs the back of the neck in obvious hesitance to admit something. Regardless, as always, what needs to be said, is said is as serious a tone as possible. ‘I’ve kinda forgotten since I think I stopped halfway. Although, I’ve seen the Red-’

‘We. Do. Not! Talk about The Red Wedding.’ An accusing finger rises in offence at bringing up the sensitive subject about a most traumatic and tragic event in Westeros. ‘Not a single word more about it, Min Yoongi.’

‘I forgot how immersed you are in the series.’ A roll of the eyes goes accompanied by an amused sigh as palms plant themselves on hips and a headshake emphasizes the entertainment at the, perhaps, too extravagant reaction. ‘Alright, I’ll shut up. You start up the point from which you want to watch, but no further than the event we just spoke about, and I’ll get the spoons. So you can shovel the ice cream in.’

‘One more degrading comment and I’ll have your head!’ The empty threat is shrugged off by the leaving flatmate who has always laughed off these types of statements, either frustratingly coaxing more out or merely mumbling something along the terms of being cute which, in turn, raises more protest that, again, gets treated in the same manner. It is a viscous endless circle.

‘Who are you? Geoffrey Baratheon?’ A smug glance over the shoulder invites a new discussion that on one hand wants to be held while, on the other, the aftermath of educational stress does not allow it.

Henceforth, it is hoped to be ended with a final deciding futile violent phrasing. ‘I will be if you don’t get the bloody spoons.’

A reflecting tilt of the head, raven locks partially covering up the devious expression of the annoying yet beloved musician. ‘Maybe Cersei.’

‘Go.’ The command comes out between gritted teeth, absolutely done with the subject and too eager to attack the tub of cinnamon roll goodness before it is all melted.

‘As my lady commands.’

Vaguely in the distance sounds the barely audible padding of bare feet towards the kitchen after the flatmate has left the room, leaving a small crack in the door in the wake filled with endeavours at soothing kindness. Although it might mean inherently nothing, the tight grip on the edge of the warm duvet cannot be helped as the heart flutters with innocent joyous sentiments bordering on a deeper version of themselves. Especially when Sense comes in to calculate the outcome of the sum of caring behaviours and recalled mental transcripts of past conversations, however trivial, alongside the little gestures in the studying composer’s absence in the form of song recommendations on post-it notes or sharing earbuds inconspicuously during boring lectures or seminars to listen to the same song.

The clinking of the cutlery drawer being searched, looking for the right spoons.

The sound of a metal wave when the loud impact of the momentum makes the insides shake in unison when it is being slammed shut despite the mechanism ensuring a gentle closing.

Returning bare toes underneath a delighted sliver of a grin as slim pianist fingers present the retrieved items, one of them handed over with a broad smile that is glad to see the eagerness with which it is accepted and the tub opened to attack immediately.

Once more Yoongi strikes down on the edge of the mattress but this time to look for a comfortable position to sit in and getting incredibly close while doing so. It is not unusual to be fairly intimate during educational hours, but this is a whole new sort as the onyx-haired man tries to secure a seat just in front of the night table functioning as a headboard, thus placing an utterly confused girl between black pepper and ink scented legs. ‘Scoot over. And don’t you dare eat that whole tub by yourself. You always get me worried for your health when you do. I enjoy seeing you eat, but you shouldn’t overdo it.’

‘It’s only 360 calories and I’m an adult. I can do what I want.’ Awkwardly, an attempt is made at putting a bit of distance between bodies by trying to ease into a lying position next to the curiously intimate flatmate so that only shoulders touch.

However, the composer does not allow it and makes use of the clumsy unbalanced shuffling to pull the spine flush against a soft warm chest, locking the captured party by grabbing the laptop from the side and placing it on top of the two-person lap which has just been created and locking ankles in place after rearranging the warm sheets to cover both parties.

Both friends.

Or more, though that remains to be seen when the confusion will be explained by the course of Time.

As if nothing unusual has happened, blatantly ignoring burning ashamed crimson cheeks, the cursor flies over the screen to start up one of the episodes without knowing the exact point from which an original beginning of the marathon wanted to be made. ‘Where do we start?’

Hands still wrapped about the cinnamon ice cream carton, spoon balanced between nimble fingers, grab the treat a little bit harder to calm down while speech clearly portrays being affected by the sudden show of closeness. ‘Season three, episode- no, wait. Season one, episode one.’

The best way to remember all that has transpired in the politics of Westeros after escaping the realm for a while is to watch the game of thrones unfold all over again despite almost being able to recite every scene by heart. ‘That’s where we’ll start.’

‘I think I still rec-‘ The considering protest is broken off by a spoonful of cinnamon ice cream from the rapidly opened carton box, tired of having to wait to finally kick back and relax in, apparently, good human company.

‘Shut up, Lannister, and just start the series.’ The nicknames from the houses each individual supposedly belongs to have become a sort of inside joke to refer to one another and it would be a lie to say it was not missed in rare actual conversations. It brings back the memories of that first moment of watching this exact same beginning to the turbulent fantastical political chaos, huddled together while plainly ignoring the professor talking about a subject undoubtedly important for the exam but which at the time did not matter whatsoever. Perfectly content watching the battle for The Iron Throne unfold and taking a quiz to figure out where one would be in Westeros was it the real world.

The topic of the lecture did matter, as would be discovered, for the close reading.

‘Okay, fine, Tully, we can still cha-’ Another icy bite cuts Yoongi off again before irises return to the screen and a weary head lies down on the top side of a cushiony stomach in splendid delight, eating ice cream while regarding a bloody imaginary history.

Winter is coming.

But comfort is already here.

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