#he left me a full ass voicemail and and then when i answered the call he asked who i was 😭

[biboybuckley]

if i had a nickel for every time this guy i know called me randomly twice after months of no talking and then insisted he was returning a call from me when i hadn’t called him at all i would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice…

#like bro. what. #i have a call log #so do you #neither of them show an incoming call from me to you #both show you calling me #what game are you playing my dude #he left me a full ass voicemail and and then when i answered the call he asked who i was 😭

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Emergency Contact

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Frankie gets in trouble and this is the last time you're helping him. At least that's what you tell yourself.

Warnings: angst, smut, post break up, mentions of drug/alchol use/abuse, military ptsd, frankie on a downward spiral and needs to get his shit together, emotional smut because I had to, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, frankie is literally this emoji -> 🥺 the whole time

w/c: 6.8K

a/n: part of @iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0!!! I picked puppy eyes brown and my genre was angst with the prompt: "Tell me how to fix this." And guys listen. I literally never write angst I’m such a softy but I tried my best with this okay! and I obviously had to include some smut I just couldn't resist hehehe. Also thank u to my baby love @undrthelights for finding theses pics and for everything else you do :) enjoy!

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You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain.  But then he’s against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath. “Just one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."

The vibrations of your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulls you from a deep slumber, your heart is already pounding at the sudden noise, the rest of your body slow and sluggish as you try to gain your bearings. 

You paw for your phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen when you find it. A call from a number you don't recognize. You debate letting it go to voicemail but the area code is local and that makes you pick up, a raspy Hello? leaving your mouth as you roll over in bed, glancing at the clock. 

2:13 am.

The sound of your name crackles down the line, the immediately recognizable voice causing your heart to plummet to your ass.  

"Frankie?" You ask, sleep quickly leaving you as tension takes its place.

"...Yeah, sorry, I…I didn't know who else to call." His voice is frail and pinched.

You don't have to ask him what's wrong, your brain already piecing the puzzle together You've been in this exact position before. The anger is already starting to creep in, your brow furrowed and stomach twisting as a familiar rage blooms in your chest.

"You couldn't have called anyone else?"

You know the answer is no. The rest of the boys are on a mission, leaving him behind after he failed on his promise to stay clean for long enough to get cleared to go. And now, you’ve fallen victim to that decision too,being the only person left to call whenever he finds himself without a leg to stand on. Frankie in trouble, you bailing him out. Just like normal. 

"I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you I just..." he takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm at the station on Oak street. Can you maybe... pick me up?"

You close your eyes and take a moment to compose yourself and reign in the anger at the way he's gotten under your skin already.

"What did you do this time, Frankie?"

He's quiet for a second before he finally says, "DUI. And um, slightly resisting arrest? It’s uh, it’s my first one and I didn’t blow too high so they’re letting me go as long as I show up for court in a few days."

His voice is soft but you can hear him fighting back emotion, his voice cracking and straining under the pressure. the sound eliciting sympathy you desperately wish you didn't feel.

"Jesus, Frankie," you sigh, defeated already.

It shouldn't even faze you at this point. It should be expected given the path he's fallen down since his return home from their last mission 3 months ago. The Frankie you knew before he left had been a steady force. Protective, headstrong but soft in his demeanor, so sweet and full of love. The man now standing in his shoes still holds some traits of that Frankie, but they've all been scarred and tainted with his fall from grace.

Memories of the nights spent tucked in his bed, his arms around you, his hands buried in your hair come flooding back like they usually do. The sound of his laugh, the feel of the downy hairs on his forearm pressed against your skin and the steady thrum of his pulse under his jaw as you placed kisses against his neck. The words you would speak softly to one another in the early hours of the morning, secrets only shared with each other under the protection of black velvet night sky. 

All of it traded for bitter resentment and anger towards a version of the man that was ripped away from you.

When he was gone, you’d sleep in his shirts and on his pillow, clinging to the faded scent of his cologne as your brain conjured up ghost touches from his fingertips. Dreaming of the day that he'd come home, how he might touch you, and kiss you, the taste of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours. A reunion so deeply desired that the day after he returned was a sharp double edged sword - a blessing, and a curse. The Frankie that walked back in your life was broken, smothered with the weight of the innocent lives on his hands. 

Warmth and tenderness traded for stony silence. Nights now spent at the bar, warming himself up with vodka instead of your embrace. Fights ending in harsh words and raised voices as he stubbornly dug his heels in deep, too ashamed to admit he needed help. Staying out late with no warning and coming back at dawn smelling of smoke, weed, and liquor. You are always wondering where he went, who he was with, if he was safe, or if he’d found someone else to soothe the pain. 

Then the coke. An old habit that was kicked to the curb in his earlier years now back with a vengeance. Your ultimatum quickly following.

This or you.

A choice you prayed he'd be strong enough to make, but was clearly not.

And now here you are. Two months since you walked away, trying to convince yourself it was for the best. The majority of the last two months of his life is a mystery to you, which you've accepted is probably for the better. 

"I know," he finally replies. "I'm so sorry baby, you know I..."

You can almost hear the way his jaw snaps shut, three words catching on his tongue. You don't need to ask to know what the next words are. Tonight was not the first time he's tried to use them in a vain attempt to patch up a crack in the foundation of your crumbling relationship.

There’s nothing but silence on the line as a war wages within you. Part of you wants to believe that he’s the selfish, careless man that he’s recently proven himself to be. But your heart whispers in your ear a softer notion. He's scared. Fragile. Battered. Embarrassed. Alone.

With a heavy sigh, you run your hand down your face in a feeble attempt to wipe away some of the grogginess clinging to you.

"I'll be there in 20," you say.

There's a pause before he speaks, "Really?"

Always an air of disbelief.

"Yes. But this is the last time I'm doing this Frankie, I mean it,"

"I know, I... thank you."

You don't bother to reply, simply hanging up the phone as the heaviness of this final gesture sets in. The gravity of the situation, of the line you're about to cross, already threatening to consume you.

This will, without a shadow of a doubt, be the last time you show up to save Frankie’s ass. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself. Just like you told yourself the last time this happened and the time before that. But this time will be different. You'll set new boundaries. That's it, just ride this storm one final time and be done.

You know it’s a lie, one you desperately want to believe it.

___

He’s standing outside the doors of the small station, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, wisps of smoke rising and dissipating in the still night air. He looks up as he hears the engine of your car approaching, the red glow of his cigarette temporarily highlighting the deep frown on his lips as he takes one last drag before he flicks the butt aside and heads your way.

The anxiety radiating off of him is tangible as he drops into the passenger's seat, gently shutting the door and peering at you with wide puppy dog eyes full of shame. You don't look at him, focusing on backing out of the parking spot before pulling onto the road.

He picks at the skin around his thumb and bounces his leg, his jaw tight. You wonder how long he’s been at the station. How long he’s been sober. You’re still not sure if he entirely is right now.

Most of the ride is silent save for the hum of your engine and the clicks of your turn signal. His eyes never leave you, he can feel him boring a hole in your profile, trying to catch your eye as you watch the road.

"What?" you finally snap.

"Nothing, just...I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight. I can sleep on the couch, I…I don’t really want to be alone right now" he speaks so softly it makes your stomach lurch.

"Absolutely not."

"Please? I'll leave early in the morning, by the time you wake up I'll be long gone."

The rage is back, glowing red hot in your chest, fingernails digging into the leather of the steering wheel, your knuckles white and tense. How fucking dare he ask. 

"Absolutely. Fucking. Not," your grit your teeth with each word, biting off the end of the sentence with a sharp finality.

"Right. Okay."

Silence takes over once again, your heart slamming against your chest, heat crawling up your neck as your cheeks grow red and damp. No. No. Absolutely fucking not. Absolutely not.

Frankie leans his head back against the headrest and rolls it to the side to watch you again. You can feel the disappointment radiating off him, hear him sniffling, his eyes, big and glassy, pleading when you glance over at him. 

It would be a lie to tell yourself that your “plan” isn't already halfway out the window as your jaw clenches and your gaze ping pongs between the road ahead and the man beside you. Deep in the darkness of your soul you know that with Frankie is where your comfort lies. It’s tucked in the space between his ribs, squished alongside his heart and lungs, running the length of his spine and settling between each vertebrae. You worry you may never be able to completely dislodge it, unsure if it would ever fit anywhere else in any other person.

Maybe it would be easier if Frankie didn't fill up the cracks in your heart with the fractured parts of his. If he didn't take up room in your brain that's not his to own, if he didn’t crawl under your skin and take root into your DNA. Now every cell in your body knows what it feels like to be next to him, now programmed to cry out for his presence when he isn’t near.

And it’s no different now. He’s here, looking so pathetic it’s almost laughable, staring at you with tears sliding down his cheeks that glisten in the glow of the headlights passing you by. Crying over something that’s entirely his fault. You should be the one crying right now. Not him. 

So you do. 

Hot angry tears spilling over your lash line. Though you can’t decide who you’re more upset with. The man who drank himself out of your life, or yourself for falling for him once again in spite of it all. Either way, it’s not enough to convince yourself to stay firm in your decision. 

Fucking pathetic. Both of you. 

“You’re out first thing in the morning and then I’m done Frankie. I fucking mean it this time, we can't keep doing this to each other."

“Okay. I promise baby, I will. First thing, I promise." He replies quietly. 

Your hand flinches with the urge to reach over and slap him for calling you baby. But instead, you clench your jaw and you shake your head at him.

"Don’t call me that, Frankie."

He quickly nods his head in understanding, his eyes again facing forward as he wipes away the wetness from his cheeks, watching the road the rest of the way to your house. 

—

Neither of you move once the car is parked in your driveway. The silence is heavy, cut only by the tick of the engine slowly cooling once you remove the keys from the ignition. You chance a look at him and find him picking at his thumb once more, his face red, his eyes soft and timid when they meet yours. 

“Tell me what happened, Frankie?” 

You ask even though you don’t really want to know. 

Frankie sucks in a breath and scrubs a hand down his face. 

"I got into a fight at the bar, got kicked out, made the dumb fucking decision to try and drive home and...now I'm here," he laughs mirthlessly as he waves his hands as a vague gesture to you, your house, his current situation. You can't tell if he's telling you the whole story, his answer simple and devoid of context. The context you’re sure wouldn't be good for you to know. 

“You could’ve killed someone, Frankie. yourself included,” you say after a few beats, your voice comes out sharp, frustration bleeding in each syllable.

He slowly nods as huffs out a breath.

"I know... it was stupid, and I was an idiot I...shit I was really careless and not thinking straight I’m sorry. I'm really sorry I-"

"I mean seriously Frankie,” you snap, cutting him off. “Do you ever, I mean ever, think about anyone but yourself? Or has it genuinely never crossed your mind that your shit might possibly affect the people around you?"

Frankie opens his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he's about to respond. You don’t give him a chance to. 

"How many more times are you going to take advantage of me, make me look like a fucking dumbass always showing up to rescue you? Why am I always the one covering for you, taking your crap, cleaning up your messes, only to have you throw it right back in my fucking face, every single time!"

Your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, chest heaving with each word that flies from your mouth. Two months worth of bitterness bubbling up from deep down, spilling over and cascading down your face in the form of frustrated tears.

"When did you become so fucking selfish, Francisco?!"

Hearing his full name fall from your lips spurs Frankie on, the last of his shards of resolve flying away as his walls come down.

"I don't fucking know okay?! I don't fucking know!" You flinch at the rise in his voice and his tone stings. But it's how quickly he follows up with a softer, feeble excuse that adds fuel to the fire, "I'm doing the best I can."

That does it for you. Hot searing molten rage pulses under the skin of your face, the tips of your ears hot with blood.

"Doing the best you can? The best you fucking can, Frankie? Fucking bullshit! Getting into bar fights, spending all your money on booze and blow, losing your fucking pilot license because you were too coked up to see straight? Was losing your driver's license just putting your best foot forward? Throwing your whole life away just because you refuse to get clean? Is that really the best you can do?"

You pause and swallow, giving Frankie a second to take it all in, letting him process the onslaught of scalding truths you've thrown at him, before you quietly continue,

"I can't keep doing this, Frankie. I just can't."

He sniffs and shakes his head in what appears to be defeat, his gaze fixed on his hands folded in his lap. 

“I know...fuck. I know I’ve fucked up alright? I know that. I just don't know how to fix this," he admits quietly, his wide eyes watching you helplessly. “Tell me how. Tell me how I can fix this. Please."

You bark out a laugh, sarcastic and cynical.

"Are you serious right now? What do you mean you don’t know what to do? How many times did I help you try to find a therapist, try to get you into a program? How many times did I suggest AA? Don't fucking tell me you don't know what to do because you do."

He nods, shifting around in the seat, sniffling yet again as he looks back at you. "Okay, okay. I get it, okay? But what can I do right now? To fix this at least for tonight?"

You sigh, deep and heavy, your entire body now just exhausted. You half wish he would put up more of a fight, call you a bitch, snap back at you for going off on him. Maybe it’d make it easier for you to let him go. But instead, he looks at you with desperate eyes and you can feel your resolve crumbling once again. 

"Just forget it, Frankie.”

But he won’t give up that easily. The man is persistent, you’ll give him that. 

"I'm serious. Tell me what I need to do right now to fix this. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?"

You stare back at him, jaw clenched, biting back the next words you were about to speak. They die on the edge of your tongue. You know the answer is.

Not a single damn thing.

"Look, I'll try harder, I fucking promise alright?” His tone becomes more frantic as your silence stretches on. “I’ll fucking try harder, please just...please," Frankie pleads, more tears welling in his eyes.

Your throat is tight, your head spinning and aching as your blood roars in your ears. He's already taken enough, stealing more would simply be the end of you. Giving in now would mean you've swallowed the bait, falling hook line and sinker into his trap, stepping back onto the slippery slope you've fought so hard to escape. And for what? More heartache, more bullshit excuses, more fighting, more pain?

But one glance into his wide-eyed, watery gaze and you know he's got you. Again. Faster than you can tell your mind no, your heart, foolish and hopeful, speaks for you instead.

"Lets just get some sleep, okay? It's late. We can...we can figure it out tomorrow."

"Thank you," he whispers immediately, relief coming off of him in waves. "I really mean it, I-thank you, I promise I’ll—“

“Can we not talk anymore Frankie? I just wanna go to sleep."

"Yeah. I'm sorry, let’s go."

There's nothing left to say, washing over the two of you as you make your way inside. You give him a towel and dig up some of his old clothes that live in the back of your closet from when he was here almost every night. You're back in bed before he’s done with his shower, tucked underneath the covers with your face pressed against your pillow, the silk fabric soaking up your tears of sadness and frustration.

The water shuts off and you can hear him getting settled in the living room. A pillow being fluffed, the creak of the couch when he sits. 

And then soft footsteps on the hardwood 5 minutes later, padding their way into your room.

He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t bother speaking either. He just simply creaks open the door and walks over to the other side of the bed, peeling back the covers before slipping into bed beside you. 

You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain. 

But then he’s against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath.

“Just one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."

You don’t have any fight left in you. Because at the end of the day, a night spent wrapped up in his arms, inhaling his scent, touching his skin and his beating heart is worth a thousand fights. And a million shattered dreams.

You don’t answer him, but you don’t tell him to leave either. Instead, you block out any looming thoughts, the impending worry of where this could go, or how bad the damage will be. For now, you chose to focus on the rise and fall of Frankie's breath against your skin, the way you fit so perfectly into his arms. 

One more night.

Frankie presses a kiss into the back of your neck, repeating his previous sentiment in a rough scratchy whisper, "Just one more."

And you listen to it resonate, bouncing around the walls in your head and tickling the space behind your eardrums.

Inhale

Exhale.

You should want to fight.

But instead, your body melts his, molding your bones and flesh against his, fitting into all the creases and gaps that have been carved out and reserved just for you.Trying to forget, to bury this pain as deep as possible,. Just for tonight. 

He waits a few more minutes, waiting until your breathing levels out with his before he makes his next move. His fingers trace mindless patterns on the skin of your stomach, goosebumps erupting under his fingertips, rippling outwards like a rock being tossed in a pond. He leans in once more, slowly dragging his nose up the length of your neck and curling his lip to press another kiss behind your ear. Then another.

And then another, this time lingering as he sucks softly on your skin.

Inhale.

You close your eyes, hoping for anything but this, yet feeling the sting of arousal spark below your skin.

And exhale. 

You’re better than this. You won’t stoop down to his level, you won’t let him chew you up and spit you out again.

But fuck, his lips are soft and warm, so is the breath as he exhales against your neck, lightly swiping his tongue and soothing the faint red mark he left behind with a small little hum.

“Frankie..." You warn, albeit much more breathless and weak than you would have liked. 

“Tell me to stop and I will," he murmurs, his beard gently grazing your sensitive skin, causing your toes to curl.

You take another deep breath, but this one is shaky, as you can't help but tighten your grip around his hand, squeezing his fingers as you lean your neck to the side, exposing more of your soft skin to him.

Dead in his trap. Caught so fucking easily. Pathetic.

But if his teeth and lips and tongue and soft, gentle touches are how you go down, then so fucking be it.

He hums his appreciation against your skin, scraping his teeth down to your shoulder, latching his mouth on a spot and sucking harder. Strong, callused fingers continue exploring, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to give him permission.

He rolls his hips forward against your ass and you bite your lip to stifle the whimper at how hard he is against you, his soft grunts in your ear traveling straight between your legs and fanning the flames building.

Then suddenly, he's sliding his hand up your shirt, squeezing your waist and traipsing over your chest until he’s cradling the weight of your breast in his palm, his thumb slowly brushing over your peaked nipple, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to moan out loud.

A small gasp escapes you instead, your fingernails digging into the back of his hand. 

"Frankie."

This time not a warning. It’s a plea. A desperate, burning want that you should be ashamed of. 

He murmurs into the shell of your ear then, his tone is deep and scratchy. 

“I miss you...I need you, baby. Just tell me to stop if you want. But I... fuck I miss you so much."

You don't tell him to stop.

You roll your hips back instinctively, a warm wave of arousal washing over you at the feeling Frankie's hardened length pressed firmly against your ass. He grunts in satisfaction as his palm slides from your chest and up your throat to your jaw. His grip is gentle as he turns your head to face him, his lips against yours without missing a beat. 

It’s too easy to fall right back into him, back into the practiced, very well rehearsed routine. To let him glide his tongue along the seam of your lips and coax them open so he can lick into your mouth, getting the taste of his tongue stuck behind your teeth. Too easy to let him remind you just how easily you fit in the palm of his hand, how tightly you’re wound around his finger. 

He kisses you fervently, desperately almost, lips and tongue moving against yours as though he’s trying to devour you whole, just like he used to. He’s been starving for too long.But right now, he's finally found nourishment, the feeling of your body under his hands and the taste of you on his tongue feeding his soul. Wanting more. Always more, entirely unable to help himself.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs, his mouth half a centimeter away from yours. “Let me make you feel good baby, please.”

As if you could say no.

As if you even wanted to.

He pushes his leg between yours, thick, firm muscle under warm skin pressing against your clothed core and you answer him with a roll of your hips, seeking out any sort of friction you can. 

It takes less than half a second for him to have you flipped over on your back. When Frankie truly wants something, he does it quickly and efficiently.

He moves above you, licking and kissing a trail down your neck. He makes his way down your body, greedily nipping at the skin stretched over your collarbones. He swirls his tongue over each nipple, only moving on when he’s satisfied. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your ribs and your tummy just above your navel, his beard tickling skin, making it twitch under his mouth. 

Your body is cooperating far more than it should, your hips lifting up instinctually when he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, your thighs automatically parting further, and your hands migrating to his head. Your fingers tangle in his soft curl, your nails softly scratching his scalp just like you know he likes. 

And when his tongue drags up your thigh you have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the reactive moan. But your back arches with pleasure anyway, the last bit of your resolve evaporating into thin air as you give into him freely.  

His hands burn hot where they smooth over your skin, a comforting weight and a familiar drag of calloused palms fueling the fire and tightening the coil in your stomach. 

“Missed you so much,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your pussy before you feel the first stroke of his flat tongue up through your center.

This time, you're not strong enough to hold back the breathless mewl that leaves your mouth. You immediately push down on his head while simultaneously canting your hips upward, needing more friction, dying for more of everything he's willing to offer. He slides his arms underneath you and hooks his hand over your hip bones, holding you down and keeping you in place as he tries to find salvation between your thighs.

Heavy breaths through his nose as he uses his mouth, lips and tongue working in tandem to take you apart. Lapping and sucking at your clit while his fingertips nudge at your entrance, dipping just enough to tease, waiting until he hears the high pitched whimpers that he's after.

And when you've reached that level of desperation he wants from you, whimpering and panting, he slowly dips a finger in.

He moans along with you as though he's the one experiencing the pleasure. He's always gotten off on this almost just as much as you. The warm, slick slide of his fingers in and out of you, how you gush on his tongue, your thighs trembling on either side of his head, the tingle of his scalp when you tug on his hair.

More addictive than any substance he's ever found solace in.

And against your better knowledge, you're more than happy to indulge him, let him chase the high you give him and let yourself drown in it as well.

Your back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, grunting into you and thrusting faster as you tighten and flutter around them. He finds the spot he's looking for with practiced ease, whimpering into you and groaning along with you as he drags his fingers back and forth along the spot that has you bucking your hips into his hand. 

He knows how to get you there. Knows how to do it fast. And right now, that's what he wants. He's craved it too long, spent far too many nights with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock your name on the tip of his tongue as he fucked up into his own hand. He wants to hear you fall apart again, feel you coming on his tongue, your walls clenching as they try to suck his fingers in deeper. Wantsto know that he hasn't ruined absolutely everything between the two of you.

"Come on baby, lemme feel you,” he urges, voice deep and rough as he brings you to the edge. His mouth, licking and sucking at your clit, works in perfect rhythm with his fingers, sliding in and out, crooking them at the exact angle and speed he knows will get you there. 

"Please, Frankie...need to– fuck, I'm..." Coherent words evade you as he works you towards your peak, your breath stuttering as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. Your grip tightens in his hair, tugging roughly in an effort to ground yourself as the wave of euphoria starts to crest, the undercurrent pulling you down. 

Frankie growls in approval as you tighten around his fingers, all your muscles tensing as the sensation crashes into you. Your mind and body shut off and float into that sweet state of oblivion as Frankie's name falls from your lips, mixed in with a litany of profanity and slurs and choked back moans. He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down until you're yanking on his hair hard enough for it to hurt, trying to wiggle away from his touch.

Frankie raises his head up and locks eyes with you, the tip of his nose, beard, and cheeks shiny with your arousal as he looks up at you through his dark, heavy lidded lashes.

"Want you so bad," he sighs, breathless and needy, crawling up your body and resting his weight on his elbows on either side of your head. He kisses you again, soft and sweet as if he has the right, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

You whimper into the kiss and hook a leg over his hip to pull his hips towards you. His cock strains almost painfully in his boxers when he grinds it against you, your warm arousal dampening the front of the fabric.

"Gonna let me baby?" He rasps when he moves to your neck, his teeth scraping sensitive flesh.

You both already know he's won. You're not even putting up a fight at this point, any dignity you thought you had left totally abandoned the moment you picked up the phone. But he asks anyway, needing the verbal affirmation, needing the confirmation that you want him as badly as he needs you.

And you can't lie.You're both equally weak and vulnerable. Two pathetic, heartbroken creatures chasing a temporary relief. A small glimmer of something to make the pain more bearable, something to fill the hole for the briefest amount of time.

You both know. And neither of you care.

No response to his question. Instead, you push up the hem of his shirt up and he does the rest, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor before he hooks a thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down his hips and off his legs.

Your hand finds his cock and he hisses at the contact, his hips shuddering as he pushes forward into your grip. You swear he's thicker and longer than before, heavier and hotter where you hold him. Your thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the pearls of pre cum around, coating the rest of his length to ease your glide. Frankie's mouth finds your neck again, tongue and lips tasting and teasing, his shaky breath in your ear.

You try to push up onto your elbows in an effort to roll him over, wanting to take over. But a palm finds your chest, gently pushing you back down until your flat against the bed again. 

"Wanna look at you," he says simply, as he pushes his length into the palm of your hand once more before sliding out. 

He lets his length rest against your sensitive clit and gently rocks his hips, slicking himself with the mess between your legs, sighing whenever you gasp each time his tip nudges at your clit.

"Please..." you whisper, feeling pathetic and needy, but at this point too desperate to care.

And he’s equally impatient, not waiting another moment before lining himself up and slowly pushing in. 

You tense at the initial intrusion, not having been with anyone in far too long and the feeling is almost overwhelming. You're trying to remember how to breathe again as you let your head fall to the side, trying to hide from his intense stare. But Frankie's there, using a gentle finger to tilt your face back up towards him as his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace to let you adjust.

"That's it baby. Look at me."

And you do, the heat in your belly burning brighter with his eyes boring into yours as he witnesses your surrender to him. Your heart aches, still raw and tender and in pain from all the hurt that's transpired. But you ignore it and tell yourself the tears in your eyes aren't a result of a broken heart, but rather of how full you feel as Frankie's length finally bottoms out in you.

"Fuck..." You both curse under your breath as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust before he starts to move his hips. You cling to his broad shoulders as he pulls out of you, his eyes glued to where you’re joined, his thick cock slick and shiny with your arousal before he slides back in again with a quiet groan. He repeats the motions over and over watching as he pulls out almost completely before pushing back in, stuffing you to the hilt.

"Shit,” he hisses under his breath, his eyelashes fluttering when you clench in response. “You feel so good baby, fuck."

He buries his face into your neck, panting and pressing soft kisses as his pace starts to speed up. The soft grunts in your ear turn into more desperate moans when you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him, trying to get him even deeper than he already is. 

Your fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders, holding on for dear life, hoping that you’ll leave half crescent moon shapes embedded into his flesh. A painfull reminder for the morning that you were here and this was real, despite the circumstances.

His hands slide under your ass, angling it upwards to let him hit just that little bit deeper inside, pushing the air from your lungs with each thrust. The muscles in his forearms flex and strain as he tries to hold back, always making sure you finish before he does. 

And he doesn't have to wait much longer. Your orgasm is creeping up and taking over your body and Frankie can sense it. He knows exactly what to look for, knows all the signs.

One hand moves to reach between the two of you two fingertips pressed against your pulsing clit, drawing fast, tight circles just like you like it. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, your nails digging into the skin and dragging down his back as his thrusts become more erratic. 

"Keep lookin' at me," he grunts and you struggle to keep your eyes open. They sting, the image of him above you starting to blur around the edges as he drives you closer and closer to your release.

"That's it, baby. Lemme see it, lemme see you come on my cock."

He doesn't have to tell you twice.

You come undone again just like that, dizziness spreading and heart hammering in your chest as you sob out, pleasure consuming you from within. He fucks you through it, not giving you a chance to catch your breath, as he curses and rambles in your ear about how he's missed this, how he's missed you.

You've barely started to come down when he grabs one of your legs behind your knee and pushes it into your chest, letting himself sink even deeper into you. The new angle has your head spinning, drowning in an unparalleled amount of pleasure. Your eyes flutter and roll back in your head as you whimper his name, fingers curling into the pillow above your head.

He doesn't last much longer, breathless moans and strangled whimpers into your neck as he gives you the last few sloppy thrusts. He's almost there, and when he tries to pull out, it's the way your leg tightens around his waste and your needy whine that sends him over the edge, groaning and cursing with his face in the crook of your neck as he spills himself into you.

His cock pulses inside you with every wave, his hips chasing his release, tiny jerks as he empties into you. He stills, his heavy breathing in your ear, his weight resting on you, heavy but grounding, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

Once the room stops spinning and the stars clear from behind your eyes, you drop your legs. With a shaky sigh, Frankie starts to pull out, both of you groaning in protest as he slips out.

His cum leaks out of you, quickly pooling between your thighs no matter how hard you squeeze your legs together. And when he catches sight of it, it makes your face burn. At the mere sight of his sticky, warm release spilling out of you, mixing with your own, Frankie swears he could go another round right then. Something about knowing he marked his territory, his claim on you established once again. He looks up at you, your eyes closed, forehead creased, and he has to dig his nails into his palm to keep from dragging his fingers through the cum leaking out of you and pushing it back in, keeping it where it should be. 

But the weight of reality is starting to press on him once again, the fear and shame from earlier taking root again and tugging at his stomach and pulling him out of the euphoria.

He kisses your hip bone once before making his way to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. The room is silent as he cleans you up, wiping gently between your legs, both of you keeping your eyes on anything except each other's. 

When he's done, he stands and moves to gather his clothes off the floor, tugging his boxers back on before heading towards the door. But your shaky, watery voice breaks the silence and freezes him where he stands.

"You're leaving?" You ask, voice squeaking at the end as you pull the sheet up to cover yourself, as if it would protect your heart when he ultimately breaks it again.

He turns to look at you, his heart aching in his chest from the innocent way you're looking at him. The way your eyebrows draw together, and your lips pull into a frown, the way your lower lip trembles as your eyes fill with tears.

"Can I stay?"

His voice is quiet, fragile, as if speaking any louder would scare you off, would cause you to start yelling at him again until you ultimately kick him to the curb for good.

He stares at you through the darkness of the room as you chew on your lip and try to grapple with the split decision you’re facing.

The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to say no and end this right here and now. But that part of your brain is buried and silenced underneath the heaviness in your heart. That desperate need to hang onto whatever's left. You swallow the lump in your throat and give in.

"Please," you plead softly. "Don't...don't want to be alone anymore."

A rush of air leaves his lungs as the pressure is released from his chest as he climbs back into bed beside you. Your head finds his chest, curled into his side and letting his arms wrap around you. His embrace is familiar, comforting, your safe space.

You count the steady beats of his heart in your ear as his blunt fingernail scrape lightly up and down your back, knowing it always soothes you. No words are spoken but the air between the two of you is thick, full of the things you both want to say, but neither of you speak.

Sleep wraps its tendrils around you once again, exhaustion settling in your bones. You welcome it fully, even though you know when you wake up, you'll have to face the reality of the situation once again.

You can only hope that he'll still be here in the morning to face it with you.

For now, you let yourself drown in the warmth of his embrace, pushing away all the other things that are gnawing at you and letting yourself relax in the arms of the man who broke your heart.

Just one more night.

Thank you for reading!! :))

#writing challenge 2.0 #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #triple frontier fic #pedro pascal characters

[crimsonbubble]

bubbly i need.... ... i need more bratty reader x johnny cage or i fear .. i fear i may die... please help me bubbly please help me

cw. nsfw, bratty afab!reader, a bit of crybaby!reader, overstimulation, fingering, oral *not proofread, just pure horny

I GOTCHU BABY [listen... things happened and it led to this so bear with it]

You stared at your phone with empty emotions as his name flashed over it, staring at it as you watched it to go voicemail. He called twice more before they ultimately stopped for the night. You shrugged it off, tossing your phone down on the coffee table as you got comfy with a movie.

Johnny came home not too much later, heaving a heavy sigh as he closed the front door. You barely paid him any mind, a mere glance from the corner of your eye and a quiet hum. "Baby? Yknow I tried calling, why didn't you answer?" Johnny sounded as tired as he looked, his eyes squinting at the bright lights in the mansion.

"Didn't want to." Your reply had him furrowing his brows, standing beside your now sitting form. "Oh, so you don't want my attention anymore? You wanna stop being my attention whore?" A shadow of a smirk played at his lips, recognizing the subtle changes in your demeanor as he uttered his words.

Johnny stood in front of you, gently lifting your head to his. "You don't want that anymore?" You pushed his hand away from you, "No, I don't." Johnny just smiled, grabbing his stuff and making his way up to the bedroom. His sudden quietness left you on edge. You called out to him but he didn't budge, he simply continued what he was doing.

Johnny got ready for bed rather quickly; not having you around him felt odd but he always had a plan. As you made your way to him, he just pushed past you to make his way into the guest bedroom. He locked the door behind him, feeling a little bad for ignoring you as you tried to coax him out.

Over the next few days, his daily affections halted to a fat zero. No more teasing and loving touches, no more neck kisses and back hugs when you're trying to cook, no more smacking your ass when you walk past him or bend over in front of him, no more soft coos of affirmations, no more anything.

He may be directly ignoring you but he won't leave you hanging, most of the time that is. Hence why you found a warm plate of food resting on the counter. You sat down with the food, fighting through tears as you ate, sitting at the kitchen table with a heavy heart. You glared at your phone, tempted to call him and beg and plead for him give you something, anything.

The day seemed to be going slower than ever, and the only thing that Johnny could think about was finally getting home to you, getting the apology he wanted, and giving you all the attention and affection he could supply for you. Johnny came home earlier than usual, hauling himself off-set and running out of the building before his manager could stop him.

He was cautious as he entered the house, taking a mental note of the sink running in the kitchen. He moved as quietly as he could, watching as you finished up your cooking. As you stood by the sink while cleaning a pot, Johnny pressed himself behind you. You nearly swung the pot at his head if he hadn't moved out of the way and caught your wrist. You couldn't bear to face him, opting to put the pot down and bury yourself in his chest.

Johnny looked down at you softly before wrapping an arm around you as he turned the tap off. He could barely hear you as you were face first in his chest, your voice muffled by his shirt and the fact that you were full-blown crying. It all came out as unintelligible nonsense as you heaved in harsh and labored breaths. Johnny felt no need to do anything but stand there with you, wrapping himself around you as if to shield you from the world.

He let you cry, let you tire yourself out. He pressed light kisses to your temple, his hands dancing across the backs of your thighs before he hiked them up, making you wrap your legs around him for support. Johnny set you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you. Your breath hitched as your body moved on instinct. "You want my attention now?" You nearly gave yourself a headache with how fast and hard you nodded your head. Johnny smiled that same soft and warming smile that he gave you a few days ago when this whole thing first started.

"Beg for it, then." Johnny wasn't going to give in as easily as you had hoped. You knew he loved nothing more than to please you, so this change left you aching. Johnny didn't lay a finger on you until you started blabbering away. He looked up at you with a knowing expression, shoving your shorts down your thighs. He eyed the wet spot of your panties, biting his inner cheek as he waited patiently through your rambling.

Amidst your begging, a moan cut you off as Johnny licked at your clit through your panties. He spread your slicked folds with his thumbs, pushing the tip of his tongue repeatedly against the twitchy bud. Johnny pulled away, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing in soft circles. He watched the wet patch grow, eyeing the way your thighs trembled. Moans spilled from your lips consistently, your thighs threatening to close around his head.

Johnny tugged your panties to the side, latching his lips around your swollen clit. You tangle your hand in his hair, pushing his face closer to your slick cunt. He focused on your clit, laying the flat of his tongue against it and letting you grind your hips on his face. His fingers trail up your thighs quickly, slipping two fingers in easily. Your moans only got higher as Johnny swirled his tongue around your clit and his fingers curled into your sweet spot.

It didn't take much more to lurch you over the edge. Johnny continued his ministrations, sucking on your clit even harder and curling his fingers roughly against your sweet spot. Johnny pulled off of you panting, his fingers kept their harsh pace. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he abused that one spot that made your toes curl and your thighs shake. "There we go, baby. Easy does it."

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[savorypink]

a blurb of them getting caught but the press and what happens afterwards 🤭

the party was boring anyway. you left with a boy you'd known for an hour. he wore too much cologne, and his hands got anxious when they weren't all over you, his clammy hands leaving prints on the satin of your gown from pawing at you on the dancefloor. he led you out of the party with your hand in his, nearly running out the door with you, eventually leading you here.

the cold air against your cunt makes you clench, and you whine at the emptiness while alex stands behind you, fumbling with the zipper to his trousers. the sound of the zipper finally coming undone makes your cunt squeeze again, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he sinks into you. he grunts once fully seated, earning another squeeze from your needy core. alex chuckles at the reaction, giving your ass a playful smack.

you wonder if he's ever had sex before, his hips stuttering between rolling and thrusting, his hands moving from your hips to attempting to cup your breasts, an uneasy feat due to his powerful, needy thrusts. it gets the job done, though, your moans remain loud, and his cock hits the right spots. you're glad he's here to remind you that you're in public, his sweaty hand reaching over to cover your mouth.

"you're gonna get us in trouble. we can't have that, right, princess?"

in the corner of your eye, a light flashes. you're too out of it to think anything of it as your vision clouds with stars, your orgasm in sight, your cunt preparing to clutch at him for the final time.

"i shouldn't admit this," he chuckles, panting as his thrusts fall in and out of rhythm. "but i bought a magazine ‘coz you were on the cover. fuck, that bikini you were wearing? i've been dreaming about you ever since."

you're flattered.

you wonder how long he's kept this from his girlfriend.

the knot in your stomach loosens, and you come with a muffled moan, your walls holding him tight as alex's movements carry on. a low, throaty groan leaves his lips as he holds you in place, his warm release spilling into your weeping cunt. he relishes in your warmth before pulling out, spinning you by the waist to face him once you're no longer against the tree. the rough bark is sure to leave dents in your back as his chapped lips crash onto yours, alcohol and tobacco on his eager tongue. he pulls away with an awkward, boyish smile, his lips glittery and shiny with your lip gloss.

"i wank to your pictures every night."

—

there's a buzzing noise. your eyes attempt to adjust to the sunlight drowning your bedroom while your hands scavenge the bed for your cell phone. the buzzing noise stops, and now you're lifting the duvet and pillows for your phone. you finally find it and flip it open, your screen full of several missed calls and a text from your agent.

Don't worry. We're handling it.

confused, you skim through your call log; most are from your agent, a few friends, and one from a number you don't recognize. they left you a voicemail.

"hey, are you alright? i have to talk to you. call me when you can."

it's alex. the concern in his tone makes your heart pound as your trembling thumb hovers over the call button. you're hoping he's concerned that you forgot to call when you got home like you promised or you dropped an earring, something small. you put the phone to your ear so you don't have to watch yourself press the button. alex picks up on the third ring.

"hello?" you answer.

your name tumbles out of his mouth like a sigh of relief. It sets you at ease, but why would he be relieved over something trivial? there's a pause between what he says next, and you realize you didn't drop an earring. before going bed the night prior, you had a suspicion about the flash you might’ve saw but the text message from your agent and calls from your friends begin connecting the dots for you. the sour taste of vomit bubbles in your throat as your heart drums wildly. you'll believe it once you hear it from your accomplice.

"yeah, i wanted to talk about last night. we got caught."

#treegate tag #<- 😭 just in case! #swtnr: blurbs

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

You had your chance

Angst, Fluff. Eddie fluff, Steve angst 🤭

You were with Steve for a long time, long enough for the two of you to want to start planning a wedding, long enough for Steve to begin suggesting baby names. You two were definitely together long enough for you to be completely devastated when you walked into the shared apartment to see him in bed with the co-worker he always told you not to worry about. 

That night…oh that night will always be Steve’s biggest regret in his life. 

Every day since that night you have been a wreck. Steve has been trying to see you and trying to call you but you never answer, you do, however, listen to the voicemails he leaves. “Baby it was a mistake….She means nothing to me at all! You are my future, You are the woman I want to become the mother of my children. Baby please I need you so bad, I can’t live without you…I don’t know what to do without you in my life…” After three weeks of these voicemails being left every day, multiple times a day, you finally disconnect your voicemail. 

Steve panics when he calls and your voicemail doesn’t turn on. He is pacing around work as he is ranting his thoughts to Robin, “What if something happened? What if she is hurt? What if she isn’t even home anymore and she’s stranded somewhere?” Robin scoffs, “Something DID happen, you happened dingus” She rolls her eyes, “Just leave her alone Harrington, it’s been a month you both need to move on.”  Move on?? How could Steve ever live without you? 

You were slowly starting to get back on your feet, you started to work a full week again at the little grocery store in town. The regular older ladies were excited to see you at check out again and they made sure to fill you in on everything that happened while you were away. “You missed it! Miss Sally in produce knocked over ALL the oranges last week” “No, no that's no news! She needs to know about Miss Brenda and how she LOST that million-dollar rock that was on her hand”. All you could do was laugh at the ladies' antics and scan them out each Wednesday. If you were being honest work was the distraction you needed and once the first paid check came in you were back to being like how you were before Steve ever came into your life. That is before a new boy walked into your life but this time it was like a breath of fresh air. 

Eddie met you when he went to your job to pick up things Wayne had asked for and you were the only one checking people out still, from the first time his eyes fell on you, he knew he would fall in love with you. And he did. It took a little over six trips for him to work up the courage to ask you out, every time he would go to the store he would spend ten minutes sitting in the van giving himself a pep talk but as soon as he was in that line he felt himself melt and he lost all his words. But on the seventh trip there he finally asked you out, and to his surprise (and his relief) you smiled and giggled saying “That took you long enough” and that following Saturday you two went for pizza and you’ve been inseparable ever since. 

It’s been about six months since the first date and Eddie was everything you ever needed. He was kind and sweet, he knew exactly how to make you feel better and exactly when you needed some self-care or alone time. He was….well he was just perfect. Eddie knew that Steve broke your heart and it took everything in him to not kick Harrington's ass every time he saw him. Since you were so heartbroken after Steve, Eddie and you decided it would be good to take things slow, and just from how well and understanding Eddie was to that, you knew he was your true love, your real future. Eddie didn’t mind taking your relationship slow, he knew he was going to have all the time in the world to love and worship you so he was in no rush, but even with taking things slow you have never felt so loved, so cherished than you do with Eddie. 

On your six-month anniversary, Eddie wanted to surprise you with something nice, something expensive, but that month at work was so slow and by the time the day rolled around he was heartbroken to notice he hardly had any money to buy you something you deserved. It’s times like this where Eddie was nervous you would realize you deserved more, you deserved someone like Harrington, someone you knew could shower you with gifts and the finest jewels. That’s when you showed up and reminded him he had no reason to think like that, you loved him for all that he is and you didn’t need any fancy thing to feel the love he has for you. You feel that love every time your eyes meet his and that's all you need. Eddie decided right then to give you something, “It’s not much, but it’s something I want you to have. I know we haven’t been together for too long but I want you to have something with you all the time even if I’m not there” Eddie made your eyes fill with tears when he slipped off one of his rings and slipped it onto your finger. “This is to show that you have me now and you’ll have me forever.” Since that day you never took the ring off. 

Thanks to being with Eddie you haven’t seen Steve since you left the apartment, however, tonight is Dustin’s birthday and Steve is throwing a party for him. Eddie made sure you were comfortable with going tonight and you knew you had to go, Dustin was and still is like your brother, so even though you never wanted to see Steve again you decided to go. 

Steve was busy making the punch when you and Eddie walked in. Eddie planned on sticking to your side the entire night but other people had different plans. As soon as you stepped foot into the room the girls swept you away, and the same happened with Eddie but with Hellfire instead. Once the two of you were in your little groups the questions come flying. Nancy notices immediately that you’re wearing one of Eddies rings, “Oh my god did he propose!?” She gushes as she grabs your hand, “No proposing yet” you giggle “It’s more of a promise ring.” The girl's awe but Max chuckles “I never thought Hawkins “freak” would do promise rings…But let me see” She says pushing Robin to the side to get a better look at your hand. In Eddie’s group the guys immediately take notice that their dungeon master is missing one of his rings. “Dude! What happened to Jimmy?? (You cannot tell me that Eddie doesn’t name his rings) Eddie laughs and looks down at his newly naked finger “Oh well Jimmy has a new home” He says looking over at you. “No way!” “Man that’s great” “Did you propose?” Too many voices at once speak up, Eddie chuckles and calmly answers the question “No proposing yet but I can guarantee that will be happening soon” 

Steve walks into the living room where everyone is gathered and smiles seeing you for the first time in months, you look amazing while he..god he’s a mess still. He walks over to the group of guys to tell Dustin the pizza just got ordered when he overhears Eddie talking about proposing soon. “Proposing? Who is going to be Mrs. Munson” Steve asks chuckling, Steve’s laughter stops shortly after it stops when he sees Dustin and Eddie stiffen up slightly, “Dustin…Dude you okay” Steve asks but before Dustin can answer you walk over to give Dustin a hug. “There’s the birthday boy! The girls stole me before I could even say hi to you” Your hands wrap around Dustin’s back and that's when Steve sees it. He makes eye contact with Eddie and clenches his jaw, that should be his diamond ring on your finger, not some thrift store costume jewelry. You pull away from Dustin when the energy in the room feels off to you, you step back and see the fury behind Steve’s eyes.  

“Steve?” you ask quietly, “How…How could you!?” He nearly shouts, “I was going to give you everything and you move on so quickly, and to-- to that thing!? I made one mistake and you’re throwing it all away!” He says with disgust, “You moved on so fast are you sure you weren’t the one cheating? Like he could ever make you feel like I could” Steve scoffs and just before he goes to speak some more Eddie walks up and shoves him into the kitchen “Listen man you will not be shouting at her like that. You’ve done enough damage as is” Steve tries to fight against Eddie yelling at him to take his hands off of him, soon after Eddie is pushing Steve into the kitchen the door behind them close and all you can hear is Steve yelling at Eddie more. Tears start to fill your eyes as Max pulls you into her. 

“How could you? I thought we were friends Munson you knew I loved her.-” Eddie cuts Steve off right there, “Yeah you loved her. You don’t love her anymore, if you did you would’ve never slept with the blonde chick. I love her. I will always love her, you had your chance and you blew it, I now have mine and I will never lose her.” Eddie storms out of the kitchen and goes over to you, “You okay baby?” He asks and all you can do is nod while clinging to him. “Let’s get going” Eddie whispers to you and once you nod he announces that you two would be leaving and that if anyone wanted to come over to the trailer they could. 

That night ended the same way the night he cheated ended. It ends with Steve being all alone once more. 

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[blueskrugs]

length: 1.9k words

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december

Tyson usually dreads January. It’s a long, cold, and dark month. The grind of the season feels like it’s at its…grindiest. The game days and travel days start to run into each other and turn into one exhausting, never-ending blur. Someone’s always getting sick, or injured, 

He’s perfectly happy to throw himself back into hockey when the new year finally rolls around after so many weeks without it, but he hates how quiet his apartment is without Kacey hanging around, being annoying. He leaves his Christmas decorations up, anything to make his apartment feel lived-in.

Tyson lasts until the team gets back from Chicago on the fifth before he calls Madison again. She doesn’t answer. Tyson stares at his phone after it goes through to voicemail, bewildered. That is, until Madison texts him back and reminds him that she has a “normal job with normal hours.” Right.

Madison calls Tyson back on her way home from work. His groggy, mumbled “‘ello?” makes Madison smile when he answers, voice tinny over her car’s speakers.

“Did I wake you?” she teases. 

Tyson scoffs, but says, “...yeah. Sorry for calling you earlier,” he adds. “I’d just gotten home and wasn’t thinking.” “You can’t just call at 10:30 in the morning on a Wednesday, Tyson,” she admonishes. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I was just—” missing you. Tyson dismisses that thought. Too earnest. “I was just bored,” he finishes. Not much better, actually. 

Madison’s quiet for a while, focused on driving. She realizes she should figure out where she’s actually headed. “Were you calling for any particular reason earlier?” she asks. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“I could never forget you,” Tyson says quickly. “I just wanted to see you,” he admits after another moment. 

Madison turns on her blinker at a red light. She should be turning left, towards her apartment. She turns right, towards Tyson’s place. “Did you want me to come over,” she asks, wanting to hear Tyson say it.

“I mean, obviously, yeah. I can make us dinner.”

Madison laughs. “Oh, sure, you’re gonna make me some toaster waffles, huh?” She had seen the Instagram stories. “You really know how to woo a girl, Tys.”

She can practically feel Tyson’s playful outrage on the other end of the phone. He sputters for a minute before saying, “Okay, I can order us dinner.” 

Madison’s almost to Tyson’s apartment building. She hates that she already knows how to get there so easily. “Are you going to get your ass out of bed and meet me downstairs?” There’s the sound of something hitting the floor, like Tyson actually rolled out of bed.

“I’ll be right there!” Tyson says, before hanging up. The radio cuts back in, music playing softly to fill in the abrupt silence of the call ending. Madison parks and turns her car off, sitting in silence for a minute. She wonders just what the hell she’s doing, what she’s getting herself into. 

Tyson sprawls onto his couch and pulls Madison into his lap almost immediately after they’re both through the door. Madison rolls her eyes, but she goes willingly. Tyson’s perfectly content to just make out for a while, all sense of urgency gone as soon as he gets his hands on Madison. He’s not sure how long they’re there before he realizes something and pulls away.

“Have you ever been to an Avs game?” he asks.

“What?” Madison lost her shirt at some point, and Tyson’s thumb has been fiddling with one of her bra straps for the last several moments. She’s admittedly a little distracted. She processes what Tyson said. “Tyson, are you seriously thinking about hockey right now?” She tries to roll off his lap, but he digs his hands into her thighs and refuses to let her move.

“I’m always thinking about hockey, a little bit,” he defends. Madison rolls her eyes at him again. What Tyson had really been thinking about was introducing Madison to JT, then he’d remembered that she said she didn’t watch much hockey, and somehow that’s what had come out of his mouth. Madison still looks a little bit like she wants to smack him. “I told my best friend about you,” is what he ends up saying next. “He’s actually the one who pointed you out to me at the bar that night, and he wants to meet you for real.” JT had actually said that, in between chirps about Tyson’s hooking up habits. Some of the other guys had picked it up, too, but Tyson wasn’t ready to subject Madison to them yet. Except maybe, like, Cale. And maybe after a game at the arena wasn’t the best place to introduce Madison to his friends, but Tyson could get tickets for Madison and a friend, ask Mel to introduce herself or something, and then meet Madison after with JT. 

Tyson realizes Madison hasn’t answered him. She’s still in his lap, but she’s tense. Tyson squeezes her thighs again. 

“You don’t have to, obviously,” he says softly. “I dunno, I just thought you might want to meet the guys.”

Madison relaxes a little. “You really want that?” she asks. 

Tyson can’t help but grin at her. He kisses her again, slowly. “I do.”

Later, when they’re sitting at Tyson’s little table eating dinner—that Tyson did actually cook, thank you very much—Madison knocks her ankle into Tyson’s. Tyson swallows his mouthful of food and traps her foot in between both of his. Madison had gotten re-dressed in one of Tyson’s sweatshirts, and Tyson’s doing his best to feel normal about it. 

“So, did you have a day in mind for me to come to a game, or had you not thought that far ahead?” Madison asks. 

Tyson tries to run through their upcoming schedule in his head. “Uh?” They’re home for a lot of January. “Next Friday, maybe? The…14th?” He can’t remember who they’re playing, but that’s not really important. Tyson squints over at the printout of their schedule he keeps on his fridge. “We wouldn’t be able to hang around because we fly out that night, I think.”

Madison looks faintly overwhelmed suddenly. It might be for the best that the guys will only be able to say hi briefly, actually. “Sure? Whatever you want, Tyson.”

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Tyson reminds her. He feels a bit as if he’s thrown her off the deep end, even though she’s the one who pushed Tyson to tell JT in the first place. 

Madison shakes her head. “No, it’s okay, I just didn’t really expect it.” 

Tyson pulls a face. “Maybe I’m tired of keeping you a secret.” He doesn’t know what he was trying so hard to protect, now. 

Madison stares at him for a long moment, face unreadable. Tyson stares back. Finally, Madison drops her fork with a clatter and leans across the table to kiss Tyson. The fierceness of the kiss surprises him, Madison’s lips hard against his, her hand sliding around the back of his neck. Tyson cups her cheek and tries to soften the kiss, but Madison pulls away just as quickly as she’d kissed him. 

Tyson blinks at her, bemused. He’s not sure what just happened. It feels significant somehow, something unspoken changing between them. Tyson turns back to his dinner.

Madison sees Tyson a few more times over the next week and a half before the game. Tyson acts the same, but Madison feels like she’s on edge, counting down the hours until Friday. Tyson doesn’t seem to notice.

“What the hell am I supposed to wear to a hockey game?” Madison complains over the phone to her older sister, Emma, who she’d asked to come with her on Friday. Emma just laughs at her. Madison’s seen what WAGs wear to games—cute outfits with leather pants and heels. Madison doesn’t own that type of shit, and she’s not really a WAG, besides. She doesn’t own a jersey, either, and it would probably be weird to wear a jersey that’s not Tyson’s anyway. Madison’s pixie pants from Old Navy and sensible work shoes aren’t going to cut it.

“What were you wearing when you met Tyson?” Emma asks, as if she doesn’t know they met in a bar.

Madison snorts. “Nothing that’s appropriate for a hockey game.” Madison regards the handful of sweaters she’s pulled from her closet. One of them is close enough to Avalanche burgundy, maybe. Somewhere in her dirty laundry is one of Tyson’s sweatshirts. Madison’s not bold enough to wear it.

Game day is overwhelming, to say the least. Tyson had gotten them good seats, but Madison’s not used to being around so many people, and it’s noisy all around her. It’s easier to follow the pace of the game in person than on TV, she learns, and her eyes follow Tyson whenever he’s on the ice.

Tyson scores a goal late in the first period, and Madison’s probably the one who cheers the loudest for him. 

Madison waits outside the arena for Tyson after the game. Her sister’s waiting in the car, telling Madison it was too cold to stand around. She watches some of the other players make their way past her and onto a waiting bus. It’s cold, and she hates Tyson briefly. It’s only another few minutes until Tyson appears, closely followed by someone. They’re arguing, but Tyson breaks off as soon as he sees Madison waiting for him.

Tyson forgets himself for a moment. He runs over to Madison and wraps his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her once. Madison laughs at him. He ignores JT snickering behind him in favor of leaning down and kissing Madison quickly. 

Madison’s blushing when he pulls away, but it might just be from the cold. 

“Nice goal tonight, babe,” Madison tells him. Tyson just shrugs. 

Behind them, JT clears his throat. Tyson kinda forgot about that part. He drapes an arm around JT’s shoulders and drags him closer. “This asshole is JT,” he tells Madison. “He’s one of my best friends.” To JT, he says, “This is Madison, be nice.”

JT scoffs. “I’m always nice.” He grins at Madison. “I’m also the reason Tyson went up to you at the bar, so I guess you could thank me for whatever’s going on here.” Tyson smacks him. 

“You can get on the bus now, actually,” Tyson says. JT’s laughing again as Tyson tries to elbow him out of the way. Madison’s smiling, too, though, amused by their antics. 

JT does leave, then, and Madison and Tyson are alone. Or, as alone as you can be with half of Tyson’s teammates watching them through the bus windows. Tyson steps closer to Madison.

“Thanks for tonight,” she says. Tyson barely did anything, but he’s not going to say that now. Tyson should really get on the bus, but he can’t tear himself away. Madison’s hand finds his, tangling their fingers together and squeezing once before letting go again. “Text me when you get to the hotel, yeah?”

Tyson has to kiss her again. “I will, I promise.” He really needs to go. One last kiss, pressed to Madison’s cheek this time, then Tyson forces himself to step away.

Madison’s gone when he turns around as he steps on the bus. Tyson shakes himself and goes to find JT, flopping into the seat left open for him. 

“You’re in deep, bud,” JT says. Tyson glares at him. 

“God, I know.”

february

#cait writes things

[sunbaby01]

Voicemail

Dean winchester x reader

The first time she called was the day after, she looked at the phone in her hand before taking a deep breath and dialing the familiar number, heart clenching when he heard his recorded voice.

“Hey Dean…I don't really know what to say to be honest. I think I just wanted to hear your voice even if it was just a voicemail. Sammy hasn't spoken to me since we said goodbye to you. I can't bring myself to leave the area - I can't bring myself to believe you aren't actually here anymore, it wasnt supposed to end like this… god this is stupid” she put the phone down and stared at the freshly dug ground not moving for hours.

The next time she called was two weeks on, Sammy had upped and left and she was all alone. Broken, angry and alone. She punched in the number for a second time.

“It’s me again…Sammy left so it's just me. It's so quiet Dean but then out of nowhere I hear the screams from when they- from when it happened. I miss you so much Winchester…I’m not ready to lose you yet” she wiped her tears and hung up the phone crying herself to sleep once again.

The third time she’d done it she was filled with pure anger, and alcohol, three months after he was taken from her.

“Surprise surprise it's me” she laughed emotionlessly “I don't know what I’m doing anymore. I drink to feel numb and I’ve done things no one with a heart would do but then I know I have a heart because I still feel it breaking every single time I go back to an empty motel room and you’re not there and there's no Baby parked in the lot.” she breathed out the cold air leaning against the outside wall of the bar. “just..fuck you Dean Winchester, fuck you and your fucking hero complex for leaving me- for leaving Sammy. Fuck you…” she whispered and hung up sliding down the wall hiding her face in her hands.

The fourth time was full of tears, sat in one of his shirts she dialed again.

“Do you…do you remember when we first met? I’d have never admitted it at the time but I was completely smitten…funny isn't it how we admit things too late.” she closed her eyes and pictured it in her head, “you were wearing your leather jacket and had the most charming smile on your face and then I heard your laugh- my favourite sound. I wish I could hear it again for real and not just in my mind…I’ve tried everything, hell, you’d probably hate me for all the deals I’ve tried to make to get you back” she trailed off and just sat in silence. Alone like usual.

The next time she saw that number it was ringing her instead, she blamed the alcohol and wishful thinking. Afterall, she was on her fifth - or was it her sixth glass. She turned her phone off and headed to bed.

Head pounding she woke up to banging on her door, she headed down the stairs ignoring her gun on the side and straight to the front door.

“What” she asked, still rubbing her eyes.

Dean felt his heart break, the usual full of life woman he used to know was now standing in front of him a shell of herself. Her eyes accompanied by dark circles and a new scar adorned her bottom lip and down onto her chin.

“It's rude not to answer your phone” he spoke, voice gravelly for not using it so long.

Her breath caught in her throat, she lifted her eyes to the man she’d longed to see for the last four months, she opened her mouth but no words would come out. She glanced at Bobby and Sammy who nodded confirming it was him. That was all it took for her to jump into his arms.

“I’m home sweetheart, I’m home” they relished the feeling of being in each other’s arms, but what Dean didn’t expect was for her to pull away so soon and feel a sting on his face as it turned to the side.

“Son of a BITCH” she shook her hand as the pain shot up her arm.

“You had that coming” Sam laughed slightly.

She felt everyone’s eyes on her as she carried on shaking her hand but Bobby’s was more of a glare, months and months of ignoring his calls and his messages was finally about to kick her ass - and that made her freeze.

“Hey Bobby-“ she said weakly flinching when he made his way up the stairs and into her house slamming his gun onto the kitchen the brothers quickly following with a glance at each other.

“Don’t hey Bobby me, I’ve been calling you for months and you can’t pick up a phone to tell me you’re okay but you can leave this idjit messages-“ he pointed to Dean who’s eyes widened, “I had to find out that you almost god damn died from Jo”

The room went silent.

“What?” Dean asked and looked between her and Bobby who stayed quiet.

“Will someone tell me what the hell he’s on about?” He pressed.

“I-“ she began.

“She tried to make a deal with every demon possible to get you back, getting drunk and fighting her way up the ladder to try and get to the one in charge but one was too much. Beat her so bad and stabbed her straight through the chest just missing her heart. I don't know who or what saved her but it was a close call” Bobby finished his rant and Sam and Dean took in his words.

“I think we should talk” Dean spoke finally and went out the front door, her following him.

“I got your messages” he said, “listened to them when I woke up”

“Yeah…I didn’t think you’d ever hear them” she said softly, sitting on the porch steps looking out at the trees that surrounded her house.

“I’m glad I did, means your voice was the first thing I heard when I woke up” he sat down next to her and nudged her shoulder softly.

“Fucking flirt” the breathed a laugh.

It was quiet for a moment before the energy shifted.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he said quietly clenching his jaw at the idea of what she’d been through.

“I just wanted you back…needed you back” she trailed off slightly at the end.

“So you think that’s the go ahead to almost get yourself killed” he was frustrated.

“Pot kettle” she tried to reason which once again put them in a momentary silence.

Dean took a deep breath.

“Did you mean what you said? About how you feel about me?” he kept his head facing forward but felt her eyes on him.

“Yes” she said firmly.

“Sweetheart…I-I’m not the same person I was all those months ago, I’ve seen things- done things I’m not proud of” he warned her, eyes closed, mind flashing back to his 40 years in hell.

“Yeah well as you heard so have I. I was lost for four months with you not here and I don’t know if it’s gonna work out but I do know I don’t want to waste another second not trying. After not having you for so long” she took her hand in his and he gripped it back just as tightly neither of them believing it was real.

He smiled softly looking over to her finally, taking in her rosy cheeks and gentle eyes when his heart warmed after being cold for so long. It would take some time, but they were gonna be okay.

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[wonwoosthetic]

Jealousy Looks Good On You | Chapter Two

Sooo, as per your guys' request, I'm turning my one-shot into a series :))) Thank you so much for the support on it, y'all are some big hoes for Mingyu, I see, I see

I do love a good slow-burn though, so have fun :)

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Asks, taglist, and requests are open :)

Special thanks to the Anon who told me to put the prompt S3 into this :)

Summary: While Mingyu and yours relationship is in a confusing state, Seungcheol shows you how serious he'd be about the two of you

Pairing: S.Coups x Reader, Mingyu x Reader

Trope: Friends With Benefits to ???

Warnings: smut (18+), romantic ass love making, swearing, jealous!gyu

Word Count: 6.1k (it's a long one, get ready)

Please help me decide whether or not this should be an idol!au because I don't knowww. So please let me know!! :)

New Beginnings And Old Habits

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks since you last saw Mingyu.

After your little "incident" in the restaurant's bathroom, the two of you found the table, earlier occupied by DK and Seungcheol, suddenly empty. You excused yourself and ran out to get a hold of a taxi as soon as possible, and you haven't spoken to him ever since.

It wasn't like he hadn't tried to reach out to you - because he did. Almost every day, he would leave messages in your chat or even voicemails behind whenever you wouldn't answer your phone, which was every single time he tried to call you. Were you running away from your problems? Yes. Are you looking to change that? No.

You've known Mingyu for years, and never has it ever been like this before... alright, maybe once a few years ago when he scared away your ex-boyfriend, which in hindsight, you're thankful for, but that's a whole other story. What's important now is that you were hurting. You were not only hurting him but also yourself with your actions, by not trying to communicate with him. You didn't have your thoughts nor your feelings in order and didn't want to act on them before fixing them.

"(Y/N)?" After the fifth time of calling for your name, you snapped out of your daydream or rather day-worries and turned to your co-worker sitting to your left. You hummed, letting her know, you were back and listening.

"I'm gonna go now. Are you sure you'll be fine?" She asked, reminding you of her early leave as she had to pick her daughter up from school since her husband was out of town.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," the repetition made her worry slightly more, "I was just... thinking about something, sorry."

"Okayyy," the older woman dragged, "I trust you, you know?"

"Yes, I know," she made you laugh, "And you can trust me. I got this."

"Alright, well then," she grabbed her bag and her jacket and walked in front of the reception desk, "I'll get going."

"Bye," you smiled before she left and wished her and her daughter and nice day.

So now it was only you left, managing the reception at the dentist's office you had been working at during your last year of college. Like your co-worker had told you before, not many patients were left to come in that day, making it easier for you to distract yourself with one of your workbooks next to you while trying not to think about the unread messages on your phone that had just started lighting up again. Like all of the other days before, you ignored it and returned to your work when new people came up to the front desk.

Three hours later, the number of people in the waiting room became less and less and fewer patients were coming in - only another thirty minutes and I'm out, you thought to yourself as you checked the remaining people's names on the list on your computer. Right at that moment, a voice in front of you spoke up, "Hello, excuse me," the familiar sound made you look up with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, but does the receptionist have time to see me."

"What are you doing here?" you whispered to Seungcheol, looking at him in disbelief.

"I wanted to know if the lovely receptionist may have time," he smiled at you, still not giving you a full answer to your question.

"I'm at work,", "But only for thirty more minutes, right? I have an appointment anyways, but afterwards?" You scrunched your eyebrows, not understanding how he would know of your work times, but you quickly realised to have mentioned it during your dinner two weeks ago, after which you thought you would never see him ever again.

Without responding to his question, you checked the timetable to see his name in the system actually appear in the system, making your stomach flutter slightly, at the thought that not only did he remember where you worked, but also your working hours...

"You can sit down. The doctor will see you in a few minutes," you motioned to the waiting area, but he didn't move just yet. "And you?" he nagged further. His not letting go until he got an answer from you, made you have to press your lips together in order not to smile like an idiot, "I will see you afterwards," you let him know, not looking away from the screen in front of you. Even without your eyes set on the man, you could see the grin that spread on his lips as he walked away and took a seat from which he was able to see you only a little bit - thanks to the height of the front desk. Right after that, you saw your phone lighting up again, earning your focus for the first time in hours. On the lock screen, you saw two messages from Mingyu, but more importantly, five from Seungcheol as well as one missed call from him, and the newest text he had just sent:

You didn't answer your phone, but I had to see you. I hope that's okay.

His consideration and the short part of 'I had to see you' made you smile and you answered him:

I'm happy to see you, don't worry :)

Thirty minutes later, you started putting all of your things inside your bag and cleaned up the desk after no patients were left in the room and the doctors started getting ready to leave as well. The only other person in the room with you was Cheol. Yes, his appointment officially ended fifteen minutes ago, but he waited for your shift to end.

Once he saw that you had gotten up from your seat and looked almost ready to go, he copied your actions, walked up to you, and leaned on the desk, "Ready?" he wondered. Your head whipped around as your back was facing him and came to sight with his grinning face.

"Yep," you answered, taking off your white coat, hanging it up, and replacing it with your jacket.

"You look really good in white," he complimented you as soon as you were next to him, making you blush and exhale a silent "Thank you."

After bidding your farewells to the other doctors, the two of you approached the exit door, which Seungcheol opened first and motioned for you to walk out, following you right after.

"So, why did come today?" You decided to ask him directly instead of starting some small talk that wouldn't give you the information you wanted.

"I told you, I wanted to see you. I felt bad after leaving with Dokyeom-", you interrupted him with a hand on his arm while you kept on walking, not exactly knowing where to, "You're sorry? Oh god, no please... no, stop. I'm so incredibly sorry. I just left the table with Mingyu, and... I just... I'm really sorry. I should be the one-," you started rambling, not catching a breath in-between which made Cheol stop. He grabbed you by your upper arms to make you look at him, "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be sorry."

"But I do," you sighed, "I really do, and I don't know how I could repay you. I'm really sorry."

"How about, you get into the car and let me treat you to a homecooked dinner," he nodded his head to his left that you only then realised was standing there. You looked at him in disbelief, not really understanding what was happening, "What? You want- I can repay you by you cooking for me?" But you tried to understand it. He nodded, "Yes," and smiled, "Let's just retry that date from two weeks ago. No guys are gonna interrupt us this time. I promise."

Seungcheol made it sound like it was his fault what had happened... which it most definitely wasn't. It was your fault, and you made a mistake, a huge mistake. How on earth was this man in front of you that forgiving? Did he not know what happened between Mingyu and you?

When you didn't answer him but looked into nothing, he tilted his head slightly and hummed at you to get you back to reality. You snapped back in and looked at him, "Why do you still want to see me after I just left you at the table with Dokyeom?"

"Everyone deserves a chance at love, right?" And he gave you the possible kindest smile you had ever received from a human being, and you swore you felt your heart even stopping for a little too long.

The drive to the dorm was shorter than expected, or at least it felt a lot shorter since both of you were able to fill the time with an easy-going conversation, mixed with singing along to songs, and him listening to you rambling about rude patients that kept calling the doctor's office. In the apartment, after taking your shoes off and him taking off your jacket to hang it up, you noticed how it was surprisingly quiet and remembered him mentioning 'No guys would interrupt you this time'.

"You really got rid of them, huh?" You followed him into the kitchen where he seemed to already have put most of your guys' dinner ready - he must have prepared this before visiting you.

"Rid of what?" He asked you. "The guys. It's really quiet, that's not usually like from what I remember," thinking back to the times you had visited Min- no, no. You would not think about him tonight. He cannot occupy your mind 24/7. You're there with Seungcheol, that's what mattered.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled, "They've gone out," Not mentioning how he literally begged them to leave him alone just for this evening.

This was nice. It felt comfortable - domestic almost. Something that you had never experienced with Mingyu in that sense... There was something about Cheol's aura that would make anyone immediately at ease around him. It made standing next to him as well as talking to him a whole lot easier.

"So," you jumped slightly to stand next to him, "What's on the menu, chef?" The newly given nickname made him laugh, "Why don't you sit down and let him surprise you." As much as it sounded like a question, the look in his eyes told you that it was a softly given order. You nodded with a smile and took a seat on one of the barstools right at the kitchen island. As your eyes kept following his silhouette moving around the kitchen, analyzing him closely and more importantly his mouth that moved as he spoke, pictures of Mingyu kept interrupting you. Your best friend's dorm had the almost exact same layout, and with every movement Seungcheol made, the other man seemed to be standing right next to him, doing the same thing. You remembered all the times he would pick you up from campus and bring you home just to stay there with you and cook for you, and if that didn't happen, he'd get you to his apartment where you would spend the entire evening eating and laughing.

As much as you were trying to focus on the man in front of you-

"(Y/N)? You still there?" A hand waved in front of your face, snapping you back into reality, "You're drifting off kinda a lot today. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you shrugged it off with a smile, "I just keep on thinking about uni and work." Your immediate lie surprised you yourself.

"I just asked if you like pepper," you didn't deserve the kind look on his face. "I don't hate it. It's fine with me. If it's part of the recipe," you assured him, after which he quickly got back to preparing your two plates.

A short bit and a few more sentences spoken later, he put down the dishes on the dining table, one at the head, the other on the right side next to it.

As you went to sit down, Seungcheol quickly got behind you, pushing the chair back, and once you sat down, he shifted it closer to the table again. Before sitting down himself, he went back to the kitchen, "Red or White?" You immediately knew he was talking about wine, remembering your talk in the restaurant about both of you being wine enjoyers.

"White, please."

He came back with the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the others.

"I feel like I'm in a restaurant," you commented,

"Well, I told you I want to re-do our date," he answered, looking you in the eyes, letting you know just how serious his words were.

After clinking your glasses and taking the first sip, both of you started to enjoy the meal, and wow... you had no idea Seungcheol was able to cook that well, "Oh my god. I didn't know, you were such a good cook."

He smiled, "Well, thank you very much. I guess, younger people can teach very well." You immediately knew who he was referring to but decided to ignore it.

Two glasses of wine later, the food was already gone and both of you had switched to sit on the couch, some show playing in the background. You didn't remember that you hadn't eaten anything properly the entire day besides the dinner from Cheol, but it did explain why you were already able to feel the effect of the alcohol in your system.

Currently, you were openly talking about the dates the two of you had already shared.

"You know, I really did enjoy all of our dates so far," he told you honestly.

"But?" You could hear it from the way he ended his sentence.

Cheol turned to you, one hand now on your jeans-covered thigh, the other one resting in the back of the couch, "But I do regret one thing."

"And that would be?" You asked with big eyes, slightly scared of the answer. Because as much as you didn't think you'd get into a serious relationship with someone within the next few weeks, this felt nice... very nice.

"I never got to kiss you." Your eyes locked after the last letter left his lips. How did you deserve to sit next to this man? He. Who was considerate, honest, as kind as it could get, and ready to take a step forward with you. And why, as much as you wanted to do it too, did something try to hold you back. It tried but failed.

"Then why not do it now?" This was what he had been waiting for. Your consent for him to finally show you how he felt. Your smile assured him that your words weren't just empty, but actually filled with meaning and honesty. Yet, he didn't want to rush anything or start off too hard, so carefully reached out to place his hand on your cheek and started leaning in slowly, waiting for a response from you - which you gave him by copying his action and letting your lips finally meet.

A month after you started going on dates, he was eventually able to show you his sincerity in form of a kiss. And the wait was totally worth it. His mouth fitted almost perfectly on yours, moving against each other in a slow rhythm you had found quickly. As much as he wanted to kiss you for much longer, again, he didn't want to rush you into anything you didn't want to, so he separated his lips from yours, but kept his hand on your cheek. You kept your gaze on him, giving him a look of kindness and assurance, letting him know that at that moment, this was exactly what you wanted needed.

"I," he cleared his throat politely, "I just wanted to let you know that... I don't know how you feel about this. But I'm serious about it. I'm sure, and I'm ready. If you are." In his eyes, you could see how much he meant the words that just fell from his lips, but you didn't know what to say. Yes, you were sure. Relly? I want this just as much. I don't think so. I can love him. No, you can't. Yes, I can, I just need time. No, you can't. Yes, I can. No, you could never love someone else, he-

You interrupted your own thoughts by leaning back to Seungcheol and put your lips in the same position they had been only a few seconds ago. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, having waited way too long for this moment. His hand, which had been resting on your cheek, travelled further to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. Your hands were on either side of his face, making sure he wouldn't let go another time. Because if he did... you didn't know if your body would let you respond in the same way again.

The alcohol helped you overcome the little voice in the back of your head telling you that this wasn't what you wanted, and it wasn't what would make you happy, and this voice had an oddly familiar sound to it. Pushing it back, and you were all in for what was happening, not caring about the consequences.

"(Y/N)", Seungcheol stopped for a second, "Are you sure?" He noticed the passion in your kisses, and as much as he was ready to devour you, he again wasn't sure that you were on the same wavelength as him. A faint "Yes" left your lips before he initiated the next make-out. After getting your consent, he knew what he could do and what he most definitely would do. His hands travelled lower to your hips, nudging them slightly, so you would move your body as well and sit on his lap, which you did without spearing another thought. You hoped though, that you would soon find another spot since sitting like that wasn't the most comfortable in your jeans. His lips started leaving yours again just as you were holding onto him by his shoulders. Leaving kisses along your cheek, down to your neck until he stopped to find your sweet spot. Easily, he found it quite quickly and started sucking on it, making you moan silently, forgetting that you were the only ones in the apartment and no one would be able to hear you.

"We should probably take this to my room," Cheol commented when noticed you starting to grind your core on his thigh. You nodded quickly and moved some hair out of your face.

"Hold on," with that, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he stood up, holding you by your ass, and started walking towards his bedroom. After entering it, he shut the door by kicking it with his foot, which you found extremely hot at that moment, and carried you to the bed on which he laid you down carefully. With your hands still around him, you pulled him closer, not wanting to lose the feeling of his lips on yours.

He kissed you like you had never been kissed before in such a situation. As hot and bothered as both of you were, his lips grazed over yours and moved so softly and slowly, not rushing into anything. But as slow as his mouth may have moved, it was deep. Oh god, was it deep. The passion that man put into a make-out session was insane. Normally, you wouldn't be able to catch your breath by how quickly your mouth would move against another one, but with him, it was because of how much he took his sweet time with you.

His hands were just as slow as his mouth. Touching you softly, travelling up your shirt only millimetres with every few seconds passing. "You know, I'm not made of glass, you can touch me harder," you let him know, thanking the wine for the confidence.

He chuckled, "I know that. But you have no idea, how beautiful you are and I want to make sure to not miss a thing." His words left your stomach filling up with butterflies. Past lovers had every intention to please you just right, but no one had been like him. For the past year, you only knew what hot, rough sex was like. Have you ever made love though?

"I'll make sure, that you know how fucking gorgeous you are," he whispered in your ears as his right hand grazed over your covered boobs. With his lips back on your neck, his hands travelled over your torso, grabbing your tits every now and then, holding them gently and feeling them. Since you didn't know how much longer it would take him and you were getting more than just needy, you decided to take matters into your own hands and crossed your arms at the seam of your shirt and pulled it over your head.

"Alright, alright," Cheol chuckled deeply, "Impatient. I see."

"You have no idea," you told him honestly before pulling him closer again and wrapping your legs around his hips. He held onto your ass and pushed you up on the bed, before turning both of your bodies to lie down properly. Your hands went to the end of his shirt, indicating him to take it off since you were only lying there with your pants and bra on. He listened to your silent plea and got rid of the white top he had been wearing. For a short second, before you went back to the deep make-out session, you couldn't help, but to stare at his muscular chest. The hours he had spent in the gym with Min-

Your hands got busy again as they went to the buttons of your pants, opening them and ready to pull them down, but when you were just about to do that. Seungcheol's hands on top of yours stopped you. With only a look, he told you, he'd take care of it as he started leaving kisses down your upper body. Between your breasts, he stopped for a short to leave more kisses on the parts that weren't covered by your bra. His mouth went down more until it reached your jeans, where he started using his hands to pull them down, at such a slow speed, making you want to throw him on the bed and ride him immediately, but you let him do whatever he wanted to do. Cheol sat down on his knees to get your pants of easier. After doing just that, he threw them onto the floor, next to the bed and started trailing your legs up, once again, with his mouth. Before going any further though, he quickly got rid of his own bottoms.

He didn't spare another second and got back to riling you up more if that was even possible anymore. His lips left faint kisses along your legs until he was back up, hovering over your clothed core. Seungcheol started touching every inch of skin around your underwear with his lips, leaving behind a tingly feeling after each touch. Your breaths had become heavier as soon as you could feel his face getting closer to your heat, almost wanting to scream at him to rip your underwear off, but he had other plans with you.

His warm fingers started playing with your panties, painfully slowly pulling them down, after you lifted your ass a little bit to give him permission to do so. As soon as the cold air hit your throbbing core, your legs wanted to close automatically, but Cheol's hands kept them from doing so. His lips got dangerously close, you could feel his hot breath on your clit, making you shudder.

"See, I knew it," and he placed a gentle kiss right on the little nub, "So beautiful." You threw your head back once he places his entire mouth on your clit, his tongue immediately starting to draw circles around it, "Oh fuck," you shivered, and you could feel the hairs all over your body standing up. His tongue moved desperately slowly, letting you know that he had no intention of making you come just yet, but that he was just enjoying the moment. Your hands found their way to his hair, gently tugging on it, copying the softness with which he had been handling you.

"Cheol," you moaned out his name, not being able to hold it in anymore.

His head shot up quicker than lightning, "What's wrong?" he worried, to which you only shook your head, looking at the ceiling and called out desperately, "Please hurry up."

A deep chuckle echoed through the room, and he pushed himself up to hover over your face, "I didn't know you'd be that impatient."

"You've just been teasing me for too long," you answered, and he nodded, "Alright. A princess shall get what she asks for." You smiled at the nickname only before his lips went back to yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. But instead of letting your tongues fight each other, it felt like they were dancing melodically with each other. As the kissing went on, Cheol reached over to his nightstand, opening one drawer to fish out a condom, when your hand stopped him, "It's okay, I'm on the pill."

"You sure?" he really did care about this moment more than you thought.

"Yeah," you bit your lip to hide the wide grin that was spreading in your lips and wrapped your arms back around his neck as you had done earlier before, pulling him as close as possible.

One of his hands made its way to your back, making you arch it slightly, so he could have better access to the clasp of your bra, which he opened swiftly. As soon as it was off your body, his mouth went back to devouring your torso like he had already done but clearly wasn't finished with it yet. Your moans got louder once his tongue glided over your erected nipple, and his big hands cupped your breasts. After giving both of your tits the same amount of love and attention, he got back to slightly sucking on your neck's sweet spot, "You are so goddamn beautiful."

"Shut up," you chuckled, having heard this more time tonight than ever before.

He pushed himself up on his forearms, hovering directly above your face, looking you in the eyes, "I'm serious. I guess no one's ever told you that."

"Not like that," you admitted.

Your sad smile made him want to kiss your entire body all over again but the erection in his boxers told him to hurry the fuck up, but he made a mental note.

Seungcheol got rid of his underwear, his gaze not leaving yours. Nor did his eyes leave yours once he entered you, filling you up with his grith. You let your head fall back in pleasure, and a loud moan left your mouth, but he kept his stare on your face, kissing your chin that was now right in front of him.

He moved back out, only to easily glide into you again, this time also a grunt coming from him. Cheol got himself together and mentally fought with himself to not move quicker but letting this go slow. His in and out movements started getting a rhythm to which you quickly adapted as you started moving your hips along with it. Instead of speaking, he kept his mouth occupied on your neck, now not living faint kisses, but at least one mark as a souvenir from tonight.

You were holding onto his shoulders and your legs were back around his hips, trying to get him to go deeper, which he did, catching up to the signs you were giving him. With the slow but deep thrust he was making, your moans were loud whenever he hit your g-spot deep inside your core and his pelvis touched your clit, which quickly got replaced by him moving his right hand down to stimulate the little nub consecutively. The stimulation sent you closer and closer with every movement and it seemed as Cheol wasn't far either as his movements became slightly quicker, but still slower and filled with more passion than you had ever experienced before.

Your moans became higher pitched the closer you got to your release and your breaths got shorter. Seungcheol's left hand, that wasn't occupied found your right one, and he intertwined them to put them next to your head.

"Fuck," you cursed once you felt the pressure between your hips getting stronger, knowing you were about to reach your high.

"Cheol," his name fell from your lips in a high pitch, making him get insanely close to bursting out immediately. Hearing his name being moaned by you was something he wanted to get used to, something he wanted to keep on hearing.

"Come, sweetheart. Come on," he encouraged you with a whisper to your ear, not speeding up with neither his movements nor his finger on your clit. He wanted to see you come undone and fall apart slowly underneath him.

With his words, you immediately felt the release, your legs tightening around him, your head falling back, and the loudest moan of the night escaped from your mouth. The man followed you quickly as soon as he felt your walls tightening around him and he kept on thrusting into you slowly but so fucking deep, making sure that every last drop of his cum was inside you. His fingers didn't leave your clit, just the circles drawn on it became slower and bigger as he eventually used his entire hand to spread your wetness through your slit.

The high you had reached made you unable to move for a good minute, as it was one of the slowest and longest you had ever experienced, thanks to the slow speed and depth of which Seungcheol had fucked made love to you.

"Fuck," he breathed out, running a hand through his hair before doing the same to yours to get a better look at your face. Cheol came to sight with your stunned face and open mouth as you tried to catch your breath, making him chuckle and lean it to place a kiss on your nose, "Hold on."

He pulled out of you, leaving you with a shudder and an empty feeling between your legs, but he came back with a warm cloth from the bathroom, ready to clean you up.

As he got to work, he went back to hover above you, "You okay?"

You trembled whenever the towel glided over your still sensitive clit, "More than okay, yeah." He smiled at your answer, happy to hear that you did not regret what had just happened and that he for sure did a good job.

The cleaning up didn't take long, and he quickly came back into the bedroom, after throwing the cloth into the washing machine, not wanting the other guys to see it. Before he laid down beside you, he went to his closet to get a pair of boxers for him and two shirts for either one of you. On his way back, he picked up your panties from the floor and handed them over to you, so you could put them on underneath the blanket, which you had covered yourself with. After throwing the one shirt over his head on putting it on, he turned to you, "Up," telling you to raise your arms, which you did with a smile, and he put the other shirt on you.

He got into the bed right after dressing you, lying down behind you and threw his arm around your waist, which you then grabbed onto and laced your fingers with his while your back was up against his chest. It didn't take long until both of you were sound asleep.

--- The Next Day ---

Cheol insisted on driving you home personally with his car but not before stopping to get something to eat for breakfast. During the ride, you started talking about last night and the both of you decided to take it slow and start casually, not wanting to rush anything, but just to try it out and see where this will lead to. He brought you to a small café, a few streets away from the dorm. Thankfully, you were able to dodge the other guys in the morning and spared yourself possible uncomfortable encounters.

At the breakfast place, he, once again, opened the door for you to walk in first and stepped inside right behind you, his hand on your lower back, and he was about to guide you to an empty table, when a voice called out for you, "Hyung! (Y/N)! Hey," Seungkwan's bright voice ringed through your ears and both of your heads turned to where it came from. There you found, not only Seungkwan and Dokyeom, and Wonwoo sitting at one table, but also Mingyu - the last person you wanted to see at that moment.

"I had no idea they would be here. I'm sorry," he whispered, but you smiled kindly, knowing this would have never been his intention, "It's okay," you looked over to the '98 Liner, who waved his hand, "But we should join them now, I guess." Cheol left out a sigh, "Yeah, you're right." And he slightly pushed you with his hand so the both of you would walk forward.

"What are you doing here?" the youngest asked.

Thank God, the man next to you answered as you had no idea what to say, "I wanted to show (Y/N) this café before she's off to uni." And thankfully, none of the guys asked further questions. That didn't mean though that you didn't have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Sitting at the same table as the guy you had been ignoring for two weeks. To get out of it for at least a short time, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and told Seungcheol, "Just order me anything."

Away from the guys, you were finally able to breathe normally again, not having noticed how hard it was to breathe, sitting almost next to Mingyu. Your knuckled turned white by how tight you had been holding onto the sink, you had been using to stabilise yourself. "It's okay. We're fine. It's gonna be fine," you told yourself, looking into the mirror, trying to assure yourself, which... kinda worked? You splashed some water on your face and re-applied some powder, trying to get rid of a faint blush that had spread upon your cheeks. After feeling like you got yourself back together again, you opened the bathroom door and were ready to face the rest of the group again, when a tall figure was waiting right outside.

"So now you're fucking him for real?" Making you jump and hold your hand to your chest.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that," you scolded Mingyu, "And no. That's none of your business."

He scuffed, "Stop lying, I can see the hickey on your neck." Which you then quickly tried to cover with your hair.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Your tone was sharp and most definitely hurtful.

"What, like you've been doing for the past weeks?" He pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning on, getting closer to you.

"Yes! Yes, exactly! There's a reason why I haven't answered you, and you don't pick up on that?"

Mingyu raised an eyebrow and looked down on you, "And what would that reason be?"

He knew he hit a soft spot with that. And you knew that you couldn't answer him. You couldn't let him know. Well, let him know what exactly? Huh? Because you yourself didn't know why? You didn't know what the hell was going on with you. You didn't know why your heart started racing as soon as he got closer to you, nor did you like to acknowledge it.

After not getting an answer from you for quite some time, he scuffed. "So, you definitely know why but you won't tell me, alright." Mingyu put his hands in his pocket and leaned forward to be closer to your face, making you slightly gasp, "I swear to god if I see his hands on you ever again-" before he could continue, you interrupted him with a slight shove back, "What? What then?" you challenged him, clearly riling him up because before you could even blink, his lips were right next to your ear, "I’ll make sure you’ll never forget how my hands feel on you."

You gulped.

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[whimsicallyreading]

You Don’t Even Go Here

Day Two for Rowaelin Month

A college AU

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Aelin grins mischievously as she walks up the stairs of the men's dorm at Terresan University. The teal-blue waffle iron clutched under her arm.

Aedion didn't really need it. It had been on the fifty-percent-off rack at the supermarket, and he'd simply thrown it in the cart for good measure. Yet, when Aelin saw the box for it laying the hall, she'd seen opportunity.

It had hit her harder than she'd thought. Aedion leaving. They'd been raised like siblings but grew up something closer to best friends. It wasn't fair that he was nearly three years older and ready to leave when she wasn't prepared for him to go.

Aelin had cried the whole car ride home. Then when they finally got back to the house, she'd called him right away. He could hear how teary she was and happily obliged her call. Narrating his actions as he went about setting up his dorm room. He teased her about missing him, but she could tell that he missed her too.

So, armed with an excuse to visit him, Aelin made the hour-long drive to visit her cousin.

Aelin was halfway up the stairs but not paying too much attention to her surroundings. She was too busy repeating Aedion's room number over in her head because no matter how many times she checked her phone, it just wouldn't stick in her head. Maybe if she'd focused a little more on the things happening around her, she wouldn't have crashed into a half-naked man.

A solid and calloused hand darts out and grips her shoulder before she can go tumbling down the stairs. Its twin desperately clutching the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aelin looks up apologetically, and her jaw nearly falls to the floor. His white hair was still damp from the shower and swooped over the top of his head, and his biceps were too large for Aelin to wrap both hands around. An intricate tattoo coils elegantly from a cheekbone and down the length of his body.

He was a man indeed. Nothing like Chaol or Dorian or any of her junior friends. This was a new breed of man. The apex kind. Aelin is pretty sure she looks like a deer in the headlights, and she's too busy ogling him to understand the words he'd been repeating to her.

"Are you okay?" His eyebrows are furrowed as if he's afraid he'd literally struck her stupid. Aelin felt that wasn't far from the truth.

"Yes, sorry," she apologizes as she steps back, suddenly very aware of how in his personal space she was. "I wasn't paying attention. You just caught me by surprise."

Aelin was definitely panicking. Where was her swagger when she needed it most? Why would it choose now to abandon her?

By some miracle, he doesn't seem off-put by her awkwardness. In fact, a smile curls the edges of his lips, revealing a set of dimples that made her heart stumble.

Gods he had dimples.

"No, I ran into you. It's my fault. My name is Rowan.”

He holds out a hand, and Aelin shakes it clumsily. "I'm Aelin."

"Aelin." She loves the way her name rolls off his tongue. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman?"

Oh no. Aelin's eyes widen, but she recovers swiftly and smooths her features out. Rowan thinks she's a student. Not some crazy high schooler too emotionally dependent on her cousin.

"I'm actually a junior," Aelin laughs at his perplexed expression. "I don't go here, though. I'm just stopping by to drop off some things my cousin forgot."

White lies. What was a white lie worth? Aelin likely wouldn't ever see him again, and is it so wrong for a girl to enjoy some harmless attention? If Aelin spent more time thinking about it, she probably wouldn't like the answers she'd come up with, but that was neither here nor there.

"Is that a waffle maker?" Rowan's green eyes glint with amusement.

"My cousin loves to eat. What year are you?" Aelin crosses her fingers that he's the same age as Aedion and not a senior or something. Her cousin would murder her if he found out she flirted with a man five years older.

"Don't we all? I'm a sophomore, a bit younger than you, I suppose." Rowan drags a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know you came to see your cousin, but maybe I could get your number, and we could get a cup of coffee before you head out?"

Was this really happening? Aelin inwardly squealed with excitement. Lysandra would die when she recounted this story later. "Sure."

Just as she pulled her phone from her pocket, an all too familiar voice materialized behind her. "Aelin?"

Aedion smiles as he lays eyes on his beloved cousin. He takes a couple steps down the stairs, and that grin quickly fades as he sees the naked man.

Oops, she'd forgotten that detail.

"Rowan?" Aedion's eyes harden as they lock on Rowan. "Why the hell are you ogling my cousin with no clothes on?"

"You know him?" Aelin swears under her breath. She cannot believe her luck.

Aedion laughs coldly as he sizes up Rowan, "He's my roommate, but he's about to be a corpse. Why are you perving on my seventeen-year-old cousin?"

Rowan's looks between the bewildered. "You said you were a junior?"

Aedion laughs harshly as Aelin blushes. "I am...just in highschool. Not college. I told you I didn't go here."

"I didn't realize I was rooming with a pedophile," Aedion grabs Aelin and pulls her to his chest. "Was he bothering you?"

"Pedophile?" Rowan's dimples have disappeared, and he looks at Aedion disturbed. "I'm only nineteen!"

Aelin shoves away from Aedion's boorish grip. "The only one bothering me is you."

Rowan's cheeks are flushed red as the full impact of the situation they were found in dawns on him. Damn it if Aelin didn't find his blush endearing. He is a solid chunk of muscle. How is everything he does so cute?

"Look, I just got out of the shower, and I bumped into Aelin. It was an accident. She was just on her way to give you your waffle maker-"

"You brought my waffle maker?" Aedion cuts Rowan off, eyeing the box under her arm.

That's when Aelin sees it. The twinkle of mischief in his eye and the forced concern. Aedion was playing her. He obviously knew Rowan wasn't a creep and saw the perfect opportunity to cause chaos. Aelin scowls at him, and that spark grows brighter. It's moments like this she wonders why she ever missed her cousin in the first place.

Aedion tugs the box out of her grasp and smiles. "Wow. This is perfect timing. Vaughn and Fen were just talking about making breakfast for dinner." He looks at Aelin and forces a frown. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have invited you, but it would kind of be rude to bring a guest now."

"What?" Aelin sputters. She drove all this way, and he was really going to ditch her? It was embarrassing, but tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. He was an ass, but she obviously came because she missed him, and he didn't even care? She really thought they were closer than that.

"Yeah. Sorry, Lin." Aedion points at Rowan, who was just standing to the side, thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, despite the awkwardness, he hadn't left. "Hey, you owe me one for creeping on my little cousin. Earn my trust back and see that she has something for dinner and gets to her car safely? She has my phone number, one bad text, and your ass is grass."

Aedion tosses her a wink, and it's all Aelin can do to keep from outright gaping. Rowan looks stunned, his eyes darting between the two Ashryvver's. They settle on Aelin for a moment too long. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, and he smiles. "I think I can manage that."

"Good." Aedion turns back up the stairs pats the box. "Thanks for bringing it to me, Lin. I'll call you tomorrow, don't send me to voicemail."

Just like that, her cousin, a walking, talking agent-of-chaos, disappears back to wherever he came from.

"So," Rowan starts, "If you want, I know a perfect Italian place we could swing by, my treat seeing as I plowed into you."

Aelin frowns and fiddles with the end of her necklace. "You aren't upset that I lied?"

"You didn't lie." Rowan chuckles, a deep sound that sends a shiver of delight down Aelin's spine. "You don't go here."

Aelin tilts her head as if she's deeply considering the offer. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What's good there?"

"They have an awesome kabob." Rowan tugs his towel tighter. "It's my favorite."

It's Aelin's turn to laugh. "Isn't that just meat on a stick?"

"Let's go, and I can show you how profoundly wrong you are," he moves to take a step down, but Aelin stops him with a hand to the shoulder. "What is it?"

Aelin points to his towel, "I don't think they will serve guests without pants."

The flush that Aelin loves his back full force as he scrambles the other direction up the stairs. "Shit. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back. Aedion better have not locked out or I swear-"

Rowan's embarrassed tirade quiets as he charges up to his dorm to change. Aelin smiling as he goes. She can't believe she's going out to dinner with a guy like that.

Opening her phone, she sends a quick heart emoji to her cousin. He instantly replies back with one of his own. Aedion may have moved to college, but he still had her back at the end of the day. Even if it wasn't in the most ideal way.

Rowan comes back down the stairs moments later, and she's not disappointed by what she sees. He took the time to put on a flannel shirt and comb some gel through his hair. While the view without clothes had been pleasant, Aelin could definitely appreciate this look too.

"I'm ready if you are," Rowan extends an arm to help her down the stairs.

It's such a fussy, old-man move, and she loves it.

"Let's go."

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[bibbidibobbidibucky]

in his arms | b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky's been gone for weeks on a mission and it starts to take its toll on Y/N.

Word Count: 1785

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! Smut, angst, language, hair pulling kink, very brief mention of death, and talk of cuts and bruises. Flashbacks are in italics!

A/N: My depression has been getting to me lately and I'm trying to see if this is a coping mechanism. Reading comfort stories usually helps me so I figured I'd try writing one. Feedback is always welcome and I hope you guys enjoy! 💕 Editing? Who's she??

24 days.

That’s how long it’s been since Bucky and half the team left out to go on a mission.  When it came to Bucky leaving it was usually just for a week or two and you could hear from him every now and again, but not this time.  To say that you hated it would be an understatement and you hoped he would home any day now.

You walked around your apartment that you shared with Bucky and nursed a glass of wine.  Technically it was your third glass and if you were honest with yourself you were just trying to nurse the pain.  The past 24 days had been your own personal hell since you weren’t able to be in contact with Bucky.  Not knowing how things were going or if he was even alive.  You pushed that last thought from your mind.  That was the last thing you needed to think about right now.

Alpine meowed as you walked over to the window where she was sitting on her favorite chair.  The chair that she usually sat in while being curled up on Bucky’s lap.  You scratched her head and she meowed again.

“Yeah, I know Al.  I miss him too.”

You smiled sadly and took another sip of wine as you looked out the window over Brooklyn.  The view before you was one of the big reasons that you and Bucky ended up getting this apartment in the first place.  It was too beautiful to pass up according to him and with that thought a small smile appeared on your face as you thought back to the day you two moved in.

“Okay.  I think that’s the last of it babe,”  Bucky smiled as he kicked the door shut behind him

“Thank god. I’m so tired and never wanna see another box again,” you laughed as you fell face down onto the couch for a much needed break.  The two of you were officially moved into your new place.  A place to call home.

Bucky smiled down at you and lifted you feet as he sat down on the couch, placing your feet on his lap.  He rubbed your calves and looked out at the window as the sun started to set.  He was happy.  Truly happy and he thanked his lucky stars that he was able to feel this happiness because of you.  Falling in love with you was something he didn’t take for granted and he just knew that he was gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

His thoughts were interrupted though when a soft snore came from you.  Not even five minutes on the couch and you were already fast asleep.  He chuckled and gently moved from the couch so he didn’t wake you.  He would let you sleep for now.  He kissed your forehead tenderly before looking over at Alpine.

“Let’s get some of this stuff out of the way and then order take out.  Whatcha think? Pizza? Chinese? ”

She purred as she rubbed against his leg and Bucky picked her up in one swift motion.  She meowed and Bucky smiled.

“Pizza it is.”

It was hard to believe that was just two months ago.  You had been in this apartment longer than he had and you missed him more than anything.  You just wanted to be in his arms and to have him home.  You teared up a little and downed the rest of the glass before reaching for your phone.  You pressed Bucky’s number and of course it went straight to voicemail like it had done for the last few weeks.  You knew you wouldn’t get an answer.  You just wanted to hear the sound of his voice.

“You’ve reached Bucky.  Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”

The tone beeped and you took a few seconds before deciding to leave him a message.

You bite your lip before speaking, “Hi baby, it’s me.  Look I know you can’t talk right now. I-I I just wanted to let you know that I miss you, Buck.  I miss you so much baby and I hope you and the rest of the team are okay.”

You had to stop for a moment as a tear spilled over your cheek.  The last thing Bucky needed to hear was you crying on his voicemail.

“There’s more I wanna say but I’ll wait till you come back home which I really hope is soon.  Almost a month without you has been awful and I miss cuddly up to you at night.  I miss a lot of things.”  You paused again, “I love you, Bucky.  I can’t wait to see you. Bye sweetheart.”

You ended the call and brushed the tears away that were now streaming down your cheeks.  You decided a hot shower before bed was what you needed right now to calm down.  That and maybe some melatonin later.

About ten minutes later as you were standing under the hot water you heard a noise that sounded like something being knocked over.  You brushed it off and just assumed Alpine was playing around and something fell.  You’d deal with it in a few minutes.

“Y/N?

You froze at the sound of your name and you thought you were hearing things.  You had to be right?  You slowly turned and saw the shape of Bucky through the fogged glass of the shower.  A small gasps left your lips and you smiled as he opened the door to the shower.

“I got your voicemail sweetheart,”  he smiled softly as he stepped closer to you.

You didn’t even give him time to say another word before you were pressing your lips to his in an endearing kiss.  The two of you stumbled back into the shower, not caring at all that Bucky was fully clothed.  The kiss consumed the both of you.  After being apart from weeks on end this was all you could do right now.  Words didn’t need to be spoken because everything that needed to be said was said in that kiss.

Small moans escaped your lips as Bucky picked you up and pressed you against the shower wall.  You couldn’t believe he was here.  He was finally home and you were finally in his arms once more.  You felt like your heart was gonna explode from how happy you were.

The kiss was broken as Bucky leaned back enough for you to help him discard his wet shirt and then his lips were back on yours.  You tugged on his hair as you held him close and a moan escaped his lips.  That sent a shiver all the way down to your core, causing you to grind against him.  The rest of his clothes were soon discarded and he was rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds.  Moans filled the area as the two of you basked in the pure pleasure of just being connected again.  Of being just able to hold on another.

“Oh fuck. James.”

You moaned out his name blissfully as he pushed into you and you already felt like you were on cloud nine.  He squeezed your ass as your hips started to rock into each other and moaned deeply.  He was pounding into you with long deep strides that had you tugging at his hair over and over again.

“Fuck, I missed you so much Y/N.  Missed you every single second sweetheart.”

You moaned in response and pressed your lips back to his.  The kiss was needy, sloppy, and full of emotions.  The two of you were desperate to have the other as close as possible and you had a feeling this is what it was gonna be like for the next fews days.  You would welcome it gladly.

“You feel so good baby. Missed having you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips and it caused him to smirk.  He loved knowing the effect he could have on you.

“Missed this tight little pussy baby.  The way your body reacts to me when I fuck you like this.  Fu-fuck Y/N,” he moaned out.

He buries his face in your neck and as he feels himself getting closer to cumming, “Missed everything about you sweetheart.”

You whimpered as he spoke and could tell it wouldn’t be long before you came as well.  His hips were getting sloppy with each thrust and he moved his hand between you to rub your clit.  You moaned wantonly and your toes curled.

A few more deep thrusts from Bucky was all it took to send you over the edge.  Your walls fluttered around him as you moaned his name over and over.  The feeling of you squeezing his cock like a vice edged him on.  You felt his release inside of you and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep him close while you rode out your releases.  Soft kisses were placed along your neck, up your jaw, along your cheek, until he finally met your lips.

You hummed in satisfaction as you kissed him and couldn’t help the smile that formed before pulling, ghosting your lips over, “Welcome home, Bucky.”

You pulled back more to have a good look at his face.  You lifted your hand to gently caress his cheek and your heart melted when he leaned into your touch.  There was a cut above his eyebrow and what looked like a healing bruise on his cheek.  You knew missions were never easy for him and that they took a certain toll, but you’d be right there with him to help in any way he needed.

He placed a gentle kiss to your palm and smiled, “Think we can dry off and go get into bed.  I’m exhausted.”

You nodded and placed a kiss to his nose, “Of course baby.”

As the two of you got ready for bed you noticed more bruises and cuts along his skin but decided not to say anything, they would be gone in a day or two anyways.  You slipped on one of Bucky's old shirts and pulled back the covers of the bed.

“Come here,” you smiled and patted his side of the bed.

He smiled and flipped off the light before crawling up next to you, laying his head against your chest.  You wrapped your arms around him and ran your fingers along his back soothingly.  This was always one of his favorite things to do after getting home from missions.  Just being in your arms and listening to your heartbeat.

You smiled as the two of you laid there.  He was home.  He was in your arms and you were in his.

fin.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #marvel #talley writes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Prequel 2): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: "how I met your mother? I didn't. She met me."

wc: 1.3k

tw: none

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The country club was never packed.

Ran and Rindou had been there hundreds of times - to make deals, to meet clients, to play a few rounds of golf before giving up - but he'd never seen a crowd like this in the center ballroom.

He's supposed to meet someone here, someone who isn't the person (people) on the dance floor. Hanakage can't dance. He has two fat, left feet. He can barely fucking walk.

Ran adjusts his suit and his thoughts.

Right, all he'd need to do was make this last deal, then he could go home and sink into the shower, wash, and slip between his cold, unaccompanied bedsheets.

While Rindou had been having his fun with a new girl every week, Ran neglected to do so, preferring to cancel all of his "appointments" in favor of getting enough clout to meet with the big man himself before presenting his freshly curated deal to Mikey. This would make him more valuable, and it would also line his fucking pockets.

"Excuse me," Ran mutters, walking past two women who stared at him with open mouths. Normally he'd stay and flirt with them for kicks, but tonight is different.

He doesn't have time.

When he's combed the ballroom in search of Hanagake and doesn't find him, he calls the man on his phone, looking around frantically.

"Pick up, pick up..."

The voicemail box declares it's full and hangs up on him.

Was this a setup? Ran looks around the room, trying to pick out any faces he might know. When he sees you, though, you look somewhat familiar and he approaches you with mild confidence.

"Excuse me, but don't I know you from somewhere?"

Your eyebrows raise and you give a "huh?" before Ran remembers where he first saw you at.

"You're the girl from the dance class last week. The one who almost sent Rindou home for having no rhythm."

"I don't recall..." you begin, rolling your eyes. "I teach all day and I see so many faces--" Ran shifts his tie and collar, revealing the top of his Bonten tattoo.

Oh, you remember now. That little lavender-haired shit tried to proposition you after practically failing to learn a simple salsa.

"Are you two brothers?" For a second, Ran bristles and expects you to say "twins" but when you don't, he relaxes again.

"Yeah, Ran and Rindou Haitani." You smile at him and nod politely, trying to move him on from this conversation so you can go back to your discussion with your friend. "Have you perhaps seen a man who is a little bigger, maybe sweaty, parading around here?"

"No," you answer. "But I haven't been looking around at the people coming in or out."

"Oh, you would know if you saw him," Ran grumbles. For a second, he looks at the door, then looks back at you, smiling again. He pushes his hair back behind his ear and cocks his head to the left, another question blooming in his mind. "I never caught your name."

"Y/n," you state, holding out your hand. "And I assume you're Ran Haitani."

"The same."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hmm," Ran chuckles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "The pleasure is all mine."

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"One, two, three-and-four. Five, six, seven-and-eight."

Ran's watching your hips instead of your feet, his eyes relishing the sway of your body underneath the exercise leggings. Even though he's standing across from someone who eagerly decided to be his partner, his hands want so badly to be in yours, like the man you're demonstrating with.

It's a simple cha-cha-cha, but all Ran can think about is tap-tap-tapping that ass in the sheets. And he's a really, really bad dancer, it seems.

As all of the other pairs are practicing, Ran is stepping on his partner's toes and apologizing profusely. You seem to catch the dismay from across the room, and stop your dancing to help him.

"Min, practice with Stephan. I'll help Ran." Min leaves Ran with excitement, and Ran takes your hands, waiting for you to berate him for having two left feet. "All you need," you murmur as he attempts another cha-cha. "Is a little patience. You'll get it eventually."

The rest of the class is spent with you, dancing as best as he can, trying so hard to impress you with his average footwork. When the class ends, you slide your fingers across the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"You're doing much better. I'll see you next week, Ran."

The next week, and the next, and the next were all spent trying to impress you with a cha-cha, a salsa, a jive. But the week after his fourth class, you began teaching the basic steps of the quickstep. Tio Ran, the quickstep - one of the most difficult dances to learn - seemed like a walk in the park compared to the others. And for some reason, it was this dance that had Ran practically flying across the floor with you, his face full of joy and excitement. You couldn't keep up, and for the first time, you wondered what kind of man Ran really was.

"You can't master the mambo, but you aced the quickstep?"

Ran's face falls as he adjusts his sleeves back down to his wrists.

"Uh--"

"Maybe I should give you the hard stuff from now on." Ran feels like he should be saying that. "Next week, you'll learn the pasodoble. No excuses."

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But "next week" didn't go as expected.

A typed-up sign declaring "Ballroom Lessons Canceled" had everyone who attended confused and slightly dismayed. But Ran found his feet tracking over to the front desk, frantically asking the question on everyone's mind.

"What happened to y/n?" The woman looks up from her computer, eyes widening at the way Ran looks - which is surely upset.

"I heard she had an accident. She went jogging and got hit by a car."

"What?"

"Do you want a refund for the class, sir? I can try to get in contact with her and maybe--"

"I just need to know that she's okay. Is she at the hospital or...?"

The woman pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling something on it before handing it to him.

"Here you go. It's only been a few days, but I'm sure she'll appreciate the thoughtfulness."

Ran debates dialing the number or showing up at your address with some friendly gift, even though he wants to be more than just friendly. Having you in his arms every Wednesday just isn't cutting it. Rindou contemplates with him, commenting that he should go over to her house, bring a considerable amount of money, and then offer to "ease the pain" by--

"No." Ran interjects, shaking his head. "I'm not going to show up to her house and be a horn-dog."

"Okay, but you can't just sit here and say she's not hot." Ran gives his brother a look that says "come on, now" but Rindou sees right through it. "Yeah, I knew it. You want to be balls-deep in her and that's the only reason you want to go over there."

"I care about her beyond the sexual," Ran counters. "Not everyone sticks their dick in anything that has two legs and a vagina, Rindou." Rindou looks at Ran with a raised brow, but grins, shaking his head.

"Alright, Ran, whatever you say."

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"Do I look okay?"

Ran is in full panic mode.

The items in the passenger seat are few, but in total, they sum up to about two thousand dollars worth of goods.

"You look fine," Rindou mutters over FaceTime, rolling his eyes. "This is just a friendly wellness check, so you say. Why would she care what you look like?" Ran glances over at the box full of flowers, sweets, cash, and gift cards to various places that would be helpful in your time of need. If you couldn't work at the country club, you were surely low on cash.

"You're right. Okay, I'm heading out." Ran hangs up the phone and starts the car, thinking of all the ways this could go terribly wrong as he drives across Roppongi to see your face. What if you didn't want to see him? What if--

"You've arrived."

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[diaryofabeautyfiend]

It Had to be Witches

Dean and Sam are on a hunt at Rowena’s request. When Sam is out of commission, Dean has to work with you.

Warnings: Unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!) male oral receiving, fingering, mention’s of witchcraft, brief mentions of ritual style murders, brief mention of animal sacrifice, Dean is a sad boy.

Word count: 3567

All written and proofread (poorly) by me. All mistakes are my own. Please don’t copy or repost my work. Likes are great and I’ll love you forever if you repost and comment. Thanks for reading.

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Sam and Dr. Philips examined each of the women’s bodies. Carved into their limbs were runes consistent with the ones Rowena described. She said she was sending an expert who lived in the area but the boys hadn’t made contact yet.

“The other agent who was just here asked the same questions. Don’t you guys talk to each other?” Dr. Philips covered the bodies. Some of the women he knew personally.

“Different departments. You said he was just here? How long ago?”

“She. Her name is Diana Luna. She’s down at the evidence locker. All the women had the same necklace. She went to check it out.”

Sam thanked the doctor and set off to find you. First he called Dean. “Looks like Rowena’s story checks out. Her expert was just here. The bodies were marked with runes and all of their tongues cut out. And, get this, they all had the same necklace. Maybe a coven?”

“Of course. Of course it’s witches, Sam. Look, don’t go far. I’m on my way.” Sam was sitting on a bus bench reading coroner's reports when you approached him. Due to the nature of the case, Rowena insisted the elder Winchester carry out the task at hand. “Use Sam as bait.” she instructed.

“Agent Cornell? I’m agent Luna from the Lansing office.” You extended your hand. “Director Macleod sent me.”

“Yeah, I bet she did. Bring me up to speed.”

“Sure. I’ve got what you’re looking for right here.” You blew a very potent powder in his face knocking him out. You put the lankier Winchester into your truck and sped back to your house. Getting his dead weight up the stairs was a task but you did it. “Sweet dreams, Sam.”

Dean searched the entire town square for Sam with no luck. He tried his phone again and it was going directly to voicemail. Sam could hold his own against any witch but Dean was still worried. As he unlocked the door to the Impala, he heard you call his name over his shoulder and turned his head to see who was speaking. You blew the dream dust into his face rendering him unconscious.

He was heavier than he looked. You shoved him into the back seat and pried the keys from his hand. Baby growled angrily when she started but you had her purring for you in no time. You drove him back to your house and dragged him inside where you intended to tie him up. Rowena coached you on all their tricks. You took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and divested him if anything sharp. With his wrists and ankles bound in a pretty decent slip knot you splashed his face with water to wake him.

“Morning, handsome.” he smirked as you wiped his face.

“Big mistake, sweetheart. I’m guessing you’re the one we’re looking for.”

“Pretty and dumb. Rowena was right and you would be guessing wrong. Her name is Teresa Wilson. She came seeking asylum with our coven a few months ago. Said her whole order was obliterated. Turns out, she wasn’t exactly who she said she was.”

His face split into a cocky grin, “They never are. What do you want with me?”

“You need to help me find her. Rowena gave me a locator spell. When I cast the spell, I’ll need your fancy bullets. Problem is…”

He laughed heartily, “Problem is you can’t touch ‘em, am I right, sweetheart?”

“You would be correct.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

You took a step back just out of his reach just in case, “If you help me I’ll let your brother live.”

He strained against the ropes veins bulging in his forearms. “If you touch one hair on his head I’ll rip you apart myself. You hear me, witch?”

Your nails dug sharp into the meat of his cheeks so he would look at you. “Relax, baby. Your brother is safe. He’s asleep upstairs dreaming of puppies and rainbows as we speak. But if you don’t help me, he’ll never wake up. And, Dean, when I kill someone, it sticks. No resurrections for Sammy this time.”

You’ve never seen a human man snarl before. It was pretty cute. Rowena warned you not to be mesmerized by his sweet face and his Disney Princess eyes but you couldn’t help it. The man looked like he would, in fact, rip you apart. And, Hecate help you, you wished he would. You traced a finger along his sharp stubble covered jaw. His eyes turned up to look into yours, throwing daggers at you. “Anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you’re angry?”

“All the time. Get to the spell so I can take my brother out of here.” he growled.

“It’s not time. If I untie you, are you gonna be a good boy or do I have to hit you with my knock out dust again?” You couldn’t take your eyes off of his perfect lips smiling at you.

“Sure, mommy, I’ll be a real good boy.”

You knelt in front of him and parted his knees slightly to undo the first knot. “Such a smart ass.” He growled low in his throat when you peered at him through your lashes. His dick grew painfully hard against his jeans as you slid your hand up his legs to maintain balance. Of course you noticed though he tried to squeeze his thighs together to hide his arousal. “Do you like me like this, Dean?”

Of course he did. You were just his type. A little bratty but you had a good heart. Rowena told them about you. The little warrior for the Grand Council. They constantly sent you to do their dirty work and you did so without question like a good soldier. No wonder Rowena paired the two of you. You were the female version of him. “Like what?” His voice was low and dripping with need.

“On my knees for you. Looks like you do.” You winked at him but he looked away embarrassed.

It had been a long time since he felt a woman wrapped hot around him. Everything in him wanted to follow your siren song and happily crash. He couldn’t do it. This story always ended bloody. “You couldn’t handle it, sweetheart.” He peered down at the bulge in his pants. So did you. Your core heated at the thought.

“Is that a dare or a double dare?.” He spread his legs and licked his lips inviting you to take what you wanted. You shook it off and focused on the task at hand. “Well in any case, I made you dinner. Pot roast, potatoes, peas and carrots. Eat if you want.”

It did smell amazing. His stomach growled remembering that all he had was coffee this morning. The living room and kitchen were well lit and warm. He felt at peace in this place. More so than the bunker where it could sometimes feel clinical and cold. “You got a pretty nice place here. You all alone?”

A sly smile played on your lips, “Just me.” You sat the plate down in front of him with a cold beer and a bottle opener. The oven timer dinged and, when you opened the door, the aroma of cinnamon and spice wafted through the air.

“That pie?” He sounded choked up.

“Apple. I have an orchard in the back. Rowena filled me in on how to keep you happy.” You sit it on the windowsill to cool while you ate. “I can’t have you bashing me over the head and running off before we kill this bitch.”

He shoveled a fork full of potatoes and gravy into his mouth humming in appreciation. “Why me? You had Sam here. He’s much better at this witch stuff than I am. Why drag me out here?”

“You’re more reliable when making difficult decisions. You’re what I need. Another beer?” He nodded breathing in the soft floral scent that wafted off of your skin as you moved.

You didn’t offer any further information and Dean thought that was probably for the best. If he got in his head about the situation he would lose his nerve and that can’t happen. That’s how people die. As of late, Sam has had a lot on his mind. Dean would have to shoulder this burden. At least Sammy was getting some rest.

The two of you shared a comfortable silence only marred by silverware hitting ceramic. “Well that was delicious. Thank you….umm…I don’t think I caught your name.”

“I didn’t give it to you. I’m Y/N. But I wouldn’t mind if you kept calling me sweetheart. Pie?”

Dean's heart beat hard in his chest at the thought of calling you sweetheart “Maybe a little. So when do we do this thing?”

“Eat your pie then meet me outside. I have to prepare.” You slipped out the back door down a dimly lit path to your cauldron. You threw in the mandrake and tobacco. Last was the chicken that you had to slaughter. You grabbed a hen from her coop and stabbed her with your athame. It made a terrible sound which sent Dean flying through the back door ready to fight.

“What the hell was that?”

“Chicken.” You allowed the rest of its blood to drain and discarded the carcass. “periisti. lates. Ego te quaero. I vestrum adprehendet vos.” You chanted over and over until a glowing beacon appeared. “We have to follow it.” The orb circled the two of you then floated towards the Impala. You retrieved his keys from your pocket and started off for the car.

“Whoa whoa whoa. What are you doing?”

“Following the orb.” He grabbed your arm as you started to slide into the driver’s seat.

“No one drives my baby but me. You sit shotgun.” He impatiently waited for you to scoot over. When you reached for the radio he slapped your hand away. “Are you serious?!”

“What? There were other decades besides the 70’s.” He bit his lip and flared his nostrils letting out an unsettling growl. “Driver picks the music.”

“You are a child. Just drive. The spell won’t last forever” you huffed.

“So, just you huh? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?” You didn’t answer keeping your eyes trained on the orb. “Yeah me neither. Maybe later we can grab a drink.”

“My god. Can you keep it in your pants until we’re done? It took a left!”

He sped up taking off after it, “I see it. So that’s not a no.” That was all the invitation he needed. The truth was you would have given it up the moment those green eyes stared into your soul.

“It’s not a no. Let’s focus.”

Baby ate up miles of dirt road before reaching the highway. A couple of miles ahead the orb sped for an exit into town. You were led to the motel where the boys were staying. The door to their room was wide open and there Teresa stood bathed in the light of the orb. You bid it a job well done and sent it on its way.

Teresa, caught off guard, quickly muttered a spell pinning Dean to the wall, sending the gun skittering away. You faced each other down while Dean struggled. “She’s a kid!” he groaned in pain.

“I’m nineteen thank you. You don’t have to do this Y/N. Come on. We’re sisters. We share the same DNA. Let’s take them on together.” Tears welled in your eyes. You may have been blood but you weren’t sisters. She grew up far out of the Grand Council’s reach while you were their trained lap dog.

“Only half little sister. You’re hopped up on enough stolen magic to power the entire city. The Grand Council sent me to take you down. Adiuro te in nomine Hecate. Adiuro te in nomine Dianae. Tuae vires cum luna decrescant.” you chanted. She fought back but the binding spell was powerful. She didn’t have enough magic to hold Dean and fight you so she let him go. When he regained composure, he dove for the gun.

Without warning, Teresa gained the upper hand. She held out her arm and used all of her might to pull you towards her. Blood stained tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breath. With every last ounce of strength you had you doubled down on the binding spell long enough to hold her so that Dean could put her down. The blast of the shot filled the small motel room filling your ears with a high pitched whining. You collapsed onto the floor where Dean scooped you into his arms.

“Hey, Y/N. Wake up. Stay with me. Shit.” He carried you to the car and gingerly set you down next to him. The drive back to your house felt long. When he got you inside he placed you on the couch and called Rowena.

“Is it done then?” she asked in her thick Scottish brogue.

“Yeah but your girl’s unconscious. She’s breathing but she used a lot of magic. A lot. I don’t think you’ll be calling on her anytime soon.”

“Keep her warm, Dean. I’ll be there soon.” The line went dead. He sat on the floor in front of you and brushed your hair from your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you need to wake up. We were supposed to grab that drink, remember?” He pressed his lips to your temple lingering there for a moment when he heard Rowena’s laugh trill behind him.

“I should add matchmaker to my long list of talents. Out of the way, Dean. I’ll get your girl fixed right up.” She patted his hand and pushed him aside.

His face flushes hot burning all the way to his ears. ”She’s not my girl.”

“Of course. Now, what seems to be the trouble, dear?” She placed her hands on your head. Her eyes glowed as she spoke over you. Your lashes began to flutter and you woke up. “There she is. Good as new.” You and Dean exchanged a look. “That appears to be my cue to go check on Samuel.”

“Thank you, Rowena.” your voice was hoarse barely above a whisper.

“Not at all, dear.”

Dean pulled you into his lap rocking you gently, “You scared the hell out of me, sweetheart.”

“I had to stop her. She hurt too many people.” You felt guilty for ending her but even guiltier for letting her go as far as she did. Guiltier still for not pushing harder to be in her life. “It was my fault.”

“Hey, no it wasn’t. What? You think you should have been a better big sister? You didn’t lead her down this path, Y/N.” You rested your head on his shoulder “All these years and all the stupid fucked up shit Sam and I did, I blamed myself. I took on that burden. Alone. It’s a lonely awful place to be. I’m begging don’t do that to yourself.” He held your face in his hands forcing you to look at him. He wanted to kiss you. You would have let him if he leaned in. Instead he brought you back down to his chest just to hold you. He saw so much of himself in you. You were headstrong and self righteous but your intentions were altruistic.

You melted into his arms so lost in him that you didn’t hear Sam and Rowena slip out. Dean offered his brother only a small nod to let him know you were ok. He had several texts from Eileen anyway. Happy to see his brother didn’t have to spend another night alone, he went back to the bunker.

You sat in silence for a while when you started yawning. “Shit. What time is it?”

“After midnight. I should get outta here.” You untangled yourself from his grasp but didn’t stand. His hands stayed respectfully at the small of your back. You locked eyes with him. Your core tingled as he brushed errant hair from your forehead.

“Or you could stay. We haven’t had our drink yet. Though, you don’t need to get me drunk, handsome.” You kissed his jaw and down his neck working your way to his collarbone. A soft moan escaped his lips when you nipped at his neck. “I mean you enjoyed me on my knees and all.”

“As pretty as you looked,” his voice was low and gravelly, “And, I mean you looked gorgeous. We really shouldn’t.”

You genuinely pouted your lips backing off of your ministrations, “Why not? I want to. And you clearly want to. You’re a fucking legend, Dean. Show me just how legendary you are.”

He arched a brow at you and smirked in the way that only Dean Winchester does. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.” Finally his lips were on yours. The force of his kiss took your breath away. It wasn’t predatory or greedy. It was slow and sensuous bordering on hunger. His whole body was hungry for you. Dean Winchester was hungry constantly looking for something to fill the hole inside him. For the moment, that was you. He felt like he was floating and was suddenly very warm. If he stopped kissing you he knew he would just stop breathing. He couldn’t bare the thought.

“What are you doing to me?” His chest heaved. “I feel like I’m on fire.” Surely this must be a spell or enchantment. He pulled you back in for more but this time his hands strayed from your back. They traveled to your hips then under the hem of your shirt to feel your flesh warm against him. He had to feel you. To be inside of you. Deft fingers unbuttoned your jeans. Without breaking the kiss he stroked your clothed core working up a rhythm that flooded you with arousal.

“Touch me, Dean. Please” you cried. Pushing your panties aside his fingers explored your dripping pussy. His pace is maddening. Your hips snapped fucking back hard. “Fuck, Dean. So good. I need your cock. Want you to split ne open.”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Princess. Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.” And so you gushed around him moaning like a witch on fire. When your heart slowed to a normal rhythm you stripped naked. Before he could get undressed he took a moment to kiss and touch every inch of you. If this was only for tonight he wanted to savor you. “God you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” You pulled him up and undressed him, never once breaking eye contact. His cock was red and weeping just aching to be touched.

On your knees in front of him you took the whole burning thing in your mouth. To Dean, you were the most stunning creature to exist. You swirled your tongue around the head while you hollowed your cheeks sucking him in deeper still.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Fuck that feels good.” His hands grasped the back of your head keeping you steady while he fucked your face. It started feeling too good like he would blow his load in your mouth. He had to feel your sweet cunt. “Let me feel you, baby. Fuck I need you.” You pulled off with a pop and climed into his lap. Both of you whimpered when you sank onto his length. The stretch was exquisite. Your pussy held him so tight. You ground your clit over his pubic bone while he fucked into you with a brutal pace. “You feel so good. M’not gonna last. Come for me, baby. I need it.” Your twat fluttered around him, milking him for all he was worth. You kissed once more fighting to hang on to the last tendrils of tenderness and warmth that you could.

“Stay. Please. Just for tonight” you whispered.

He tightened his grip on you. “Of course, sweetheart. All night.”

He hated to leave you but the sun rose like a beacon calling him away. If he didn’t leave then, he wouldn’t have ever left. Last time he stuck around and fell in love, he had to learn the hard way that he could never have this. Maybe he would call you the next time he swung through town. Maybe you’d spit in his face for bailing. He brushed the hair off your forehead and kissed your temple. “Bye, sweetheart.”

You woke when you heard the Impala roaring to life in your driveway. He left a square of paper with a phone number scrawled in pencil “I’ll always answer. -DW” You put on your robe, went down to your cauldron and threw it in with a few bundles of sage and some witch hazel to sever any feelings. On the next full moon, you’d do a cord cutting to make sure it sticks.

“See you around, handsome.” In his eleven hour drive back to the bunker, any feelings that you have would slowly fade. The two of you would go back to being too afraid to feel and far too afraid to fall in love. Dean wouldn’t hear from you again. He wouldn’t really remember where you lived. But, every time he drove through Michigan, he’d feel a twinge in his chest. And, no matter how many rituals you did, you’d feel him too.

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[isthisthingeven0n]

volunteering at its finest : s.r

spencer ‘volunteers’ to babysit henry whilst you and the girls have a needed girls night, except the night lasts a lot longer than any of you anticipated (2.2k)

* also i have an etsy shop where i sell some criminal minds tote bags and prints. if you wanna check it out i’ll leave the link here (i’ve also got a labour day sale happening rn til the 8th!) *

“Please do not tell me you’ve forgotten about girls night that I’ve had in my calendar for the last five weeks?” Penelope focuses on JJ through the monitor who slowly lowers her phone before glancing over to you.

“I, I didn’t forget,” JJ starts, causing both you and Emily to hold your laughs as she tries to ease her way out.

“You don’t sound so sure, J.” You comment, quickly feeling a rolled-up newspaper swatting your arm as you head towards the jet.

“It’s not that I forgot, it’s just the first time Will has been away in months and it just slipped my mind.” JJ tries to reason as you board the jet before you sit down opposite her and Emily, awaiting the wrath of Penelope Garcia once you return to base.

“What slipped your mind?” Spencer pitches in as he sits down beside you, a bright smile crossing his lips as you lean against him. “Hey,” He mutters to you, and JJ glances to Emily, still shocked that the pair of you owned up to your feelings six months ago after pining over one another for two years.

Patting Spencer’s arm lightly, you shrug it off. “Just girls night tonight.” You begin to explain, noticing Spencer furrowing his eyebrows together. “What?”

“I thought we were going to watch the Doctor Who marathon tonight?” He questions quietly, watching as a look of guilt consumes your expression.

“That was this today?” You weakly ask back as Spencer simply nods. “Oh, Spence,” You mutter, but Emily kindly butts in to save your ass once again.

“What if you watched it at JJ’s,” Emily begins, and you focus on her with a raised brow. “babysitting Henry?”

JJ scoffs lightly. “Spence, you’ve never babysat on your own before.” She looks over to the Godfather of her son, one of her best friends who could talk his way out of most things, but babysitting is another level.

“What? I could easily do it.” Spencer states proudly, forcing himself to sit taller in his seat as Rossi glances over, lowering the case file from his view. “I’ve watched Home Alone with Y/n, I know exactly what not to do. And I’ve read sixteen books on parenting.” He quickly adds, and Emily quips an eyebrow to you.

“I didn’t know that.” You mutter under your breath, just as JJ laughs playfully at Spencer’s antics.

“Just let the kid babysit, he clearly wants to.” Rossi pitches in, and Spencer smiles brightly at Rossi’s reassurance.

“Think of girls night.” Emily chuckles, and JJ looks over to you with concern before focusing back to Spencer, nodding to the proposition. “It’ll only be a couple of hours.” Emily quickly adds, and Spencer grins brightly.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Spencer nudges your side as JJ shakes her head, wondering what she’s about to let lose.

***

“I still can’t get over the fact Spence offered,” Penelope states as she brings over your drinks to the table, placing them down as you eye Emily who shrugs her shoulders.

“Spencer is a good guy like that,” Emily snickers, and you nudge her playfully before sipping your drink.

As you swallow, you can’t help but cough and widen your eyes to Penelope who happily downs her cocktail. “Shit, Pen, what is in this? Battery acid?” You remark, sniffing it as JJ sips hers, quickly having the same reaction.

“No,” Penelope shakes her head as a scoff leaves her lips. “but it is called ‘Poison Ivy.’”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued as Emily downs the last of her previous drink, slamming the glass down before heading back to the bar. “Anyone want another one? I saw there’s a deal on certain drinks.” Emily calls out, not giving any of you a chance to answer before she disappears to the bar.

“God, if Spencer was here he’d happily list off some facts about the DC character Poison Ivy.” You sigh, wondering how he’s managing with little Henry.

“I’m sure he’s doing fine, Y/n.” Penelope reaches out, and you nod. “How’re you holding up Jayj?”

Turning your head, you see JJ finishing off the remainder of your drink as she places it next to her empty glass.

“What?” JJ slurs, lifting her head up as her eyes cloud over.

“Yeah, I think JJ has past worried and is in denial.” You mutter to Penelope who wisely nods in agreement.

Emily quickly returns with more drinks which JJ gladly accepts. “So, Y/n,” Emily rests her elbows on the table, focusing directly on you as you swallow the lump in your throat. “when are you going to tell us about the good Doctor huh?” She jokes and you laugh lightly, taking one of the four shots.

Placing the empty shot glass down, you wince as the burn descends down your throat. “Maybe after four more of these,” You cough, and Emily signals to the bartender to bring a few more rounds.

*

“Come on, we gotta get into the taxi,” Penelope tries her best to take charge as you help JJ to her feet along with Emily who is as much help as Spencer with his gun.

“Pen, can you take Emily? I’ll help JJ.” Despite still being drunk, you can focus on Penelope long enough to see only two of her as she nods and a blur of colour crosses your vision.

JJ’s head hits your shoulder, and you hear her hum. “Y/n?” JJ slurs and you hold her head up as you reach the exit to the bar, seeing the taxi feet away.

“It’s okay, J, the taxi isn’t far.” You rub her arm as she shakes her head and quickly darts out of your arms and hauls her body against a wall as she vomits violently.

“God, least I’m not that bad.” Emily laughs, unaware of who is being sick until JJ lifts herself back up, swaying back into your direction as she wipes her face. “Oh, hey JJ.” Emily waves as JJ groans loudly before climbing into the taxi after you.

“Where to ladies?” The driver speaks up as the doors are finally closed, and Penelope fastens her seatbelt in beside the driver.

You completely zone out as Penelope gives the driver her address, and miss the ringing of your phone. Little do you know, that missed call would become the first of many throughout the rest of the night - not that you’d know until sunrise.

“Thank you, Craig!” Penelope waves the driver off as you laugh hysterically with Emily about something Spencer once did during a date he organised.

“He just, he was so sweet, but got it so wrong,” You wipe your eyes as tears fall whilst Penelope helps JJ up the stairs as you and Emily trail behind. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him I had no interest in seeing Twilight, only Robert Pattinson.” You sigh, remembering how excited he was to take you to the cinema to see something not only in English but current.

“Spencer means well, I think his big ol’ brain gets in the way sometimes.” Emily comments as you reach Penelope’s apartment, barely having the chance to take it all in before you’re given a wine glass that’s being filled.

“Oh, Pen I can’t.” You whine, feeling a headache already in the works, but Penelope Garcia is not one to take no for an answer- especially on girls night.

“Let me ask you, ladies,” Penelope starts, and now you wish you just kept quiet. “when was our last girls night?”

Penelope watches as you all exchange glances, no one knowing the answer. “Like, a year ago?” Emily guesses, receiving a quick scoff from Penelope.

“Two and a half years ago.” Penelope states. “We’ve had team nights out, but not a girls night.” She adds as Emily collapses onto the sofa whilst maintaining a full glass of wine. “So, I’m making up for lost time,” Penelope lifts her glass up as she looks around at the three of you, just about hanging in there. “to the ladies of the BAU.”

With a cheer, your night carries on with more laughter and embarrassing memories whilst Spencer is having less of an enjoyable evening with his godson.

*

“Y/n, this is the tenth message I’ve left you after leaving fifteen to JJ, five to Emily and twenty-six to Garcia. You better not have died on me as I’ve rung every hospital in the district and have had Kevin hack Garcia’s phone to find her location.” Spencer sighs as he paces around the living room whilst Henry remains sound asleep in his bed.

Part of Spencer knows he’s being irrational, but it isn’t like you to not even answer a text let alone a phone call. He’s so used to you being on hand whenever- especially with the line of work you both do. So when you don’t answer, he can’t help but allow his mind to spiral into the dark depths of misfortune.

Glancing out of the window, Spencer could tell without looking at a clock it was almost sunrise. Approximately 5:37 in the morning and you along with the others were nowhere to be seen.

With a small sigh, Spencer dials your number once more, only to hear movement outside of JJ’s house and he tenses.

Reaching over into his satchel, Spencer grabs his gun as he hides by the living room door, hearing movement of the front door opening as hushed voices sound throughout the hallway.

“God, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?” You wince at the thought of Spencer scolding you for not getting back to him after you reviewed the dozens of messages and voicemails when you woke up twenty minutes ago.

JJ wraps her arms around you, bringing you into a hug but also to stabilise herself to stop the room spinning. “Spencer couldn’t possibly hate you, Y/n.” She assures you, seeing Spencer peer his head out from the corner of the living room and lower his gun. “That boy loves you more than you realise.”

Pulling away from JJ’s embrace, you sigh deeply into your hands. “I love him J, I just worry sometimes.” You mutter, unaware of Spencer standing behind you as his heart sinks. 

“You should tell him, Y/n.” JJ motions and you tense up, silently swearing before you turn around to face your rather tired looking boyfriend. “I’ll go check on Henry.” JJ mutters, quickly passing you both and heads up the stairs with caution. 

“I could never hate you, Y/n.” Spencer starts, “I was just worried about you and your safety.” He explains as he reaches out, resting his hand on your upper arm. “Did you have fun?” 

A small laugh leaves your lips as you nod. “Yeah,” You chuckle, focusing on the tired look in his hazel eyes. “I, I love you Spence.” You tell him as you fall into his arms, exhaustion beginning to take over your body as Spencer’s chuckle vibrates against your body. 

“I love you too, Y/n. Come on, you need to get some sleep.” Spencer guides you to the living room and you fall down with ease onto the couch. “Did you know the human body requires at least-”

Holding a finger up to Spencer, he pauses. “Spence, as much as I adore you and your facts, they are the last thing I need right now.” 

“Alright,” Spencer gives in as he pulls a blanket over you, ignoring the smudged and dried mascara beneath your eyes and the lingering smell of cocktails on your clothing. “I’ll see you in an hour.” He mutters as he wanders out to make some coffee, knowing you’d need it once you woke back up. 

*

“This is hell.” You state as you heavily lean against the railing alongside the girls whilst voices cheer around you, including Spencer. “I blame you, Pen.” 

Penelope merely groans as she pushes her sunglasses further up her face. 

“A couple of hours! No big deal!” Spencer emphasises as you roll your eyes, burying your face in your hands once again as he carries on cheering for the runners as they pass you all by in a blur. “You weren’t home until sunrise!”

“Why are you yelling.” JJ comments flatly whilst Derek glances over, holding his laugh in as he keeps Jack on his shoulders. 

“Make him stop.” Emily adds, and you nudge your boyfriend as he stops waving his flag frantically and focuses on you. 

“Next time, I’m either joining you in babysitting or you’re joining girls night.” You tell Spencer who smiles down at you before wrapping an arm around you, holding you close as you weakly smile through the pain of your hangover. 

“Deal.” Spencer leans down, kissing you softly before the cheers of your team increase as Hotch reaches the finish line. “Come on, I think breakfast is in order.” Spencer guides you away from the railing as you rely on him heavily as the girls follow behind. 

“Girls night happens every two years for a reason, I take it, baby girl?” Derek jokes as Penelope shushes him as you all gather around to celebrate Hotch’s achievement and block out the blur that last night has left on your memories. 

“What happens on girls night, stays on girls night.” Penelope simply states, refusing to say anymore as you walk ahead with Spencer, discussing more about his latest read, ‘Parenting 101.’ 

#just some saturday night fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid au #spencer reid writing #spencer reid headcanon #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds angst #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds writing #mgg #matthew gray gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler imagines

[mythiccheroacademia]

Spark Plug⚡️💛 is calling...

“Hey, it’s Y/N! I can’t answer the phone right now. Please leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as I can! Thank you!”

Beep.

You looked down at your phone with panic.

5 missed calls and 4 voicemails from Denki.

You tried to call him back but it went straight to voicemail. You listened to his messages instead and threw your head back in laughter.

“All I want for Christmas is yOOOUUUUuuuu! OOOOOOOOuu BAY-BEE—oh shit wait. Is this recording?”

Next one.

“Uhh, hopefully that didn’t send. That’d be embarrassing. Anyways, MER—”

“Dunce face! Get your ass over here! We move in five!”

“Ugh, hold on babe. Gotta go save lives and such.”

Next one.

“Hey, woman! Watch it! I’ve got 2.3 million volts of electricity at my fingertips and I’m not afraid to turn you into a slightly charred hot pocket!”

Butt dial, you figured. You hoped he was okay.

Final one.

“Ahh~ Finally! A break! Merry Christmas! You wouldn’t believe the day I just had, sweetie. Some knock off Grinch tried to cut the central power out so the entire city would go down. Talk about stealing Christmas. What a creep. But your super suave, super handsome, all ‘round #8 pro-hero Chargebolt took her down with minimal damage. And I think that deserves a little reward when I get home…huh? Huuuhh?”

You could almost see his eyebrows wriggling. What a dork. But he was your dork.

Denki chuckled. “I’m playing with ya. I probably deserve a slap on the face considering I left you all alone this morning. Wasn’t very cash money of me. You know, if it were up to me, I would’ve put up a sign or something that said: ‘Villains, take the day off.’ Something short and direct. I’m sure they would’ve listened.

“But enough about them. I’ve gotta make it up to you for leaving on Christmas! Don’t worry about today, you worry about enough already. I’ve got a plan and it’s full proof. All you have to do is sit there and let me do the rest.

“And before you say you don’t mind not doing anything, I won’t accept that. You deserve everything and more. Seeing you smile is easily one of the best parts of my day and I’d do anything to keep it on your face. That’s why it bugs me a little more than usual that I was called in today.

“I hope you weren’t sad for too long. I know when your side of the bed is empty, I get really sad and—don’t tell anyone—but I hug your pillow and pretend it’s you. Just until I wake up again. It’s easier to sleep when you’re around. Honestly, I’m just in a better mood when I’m around you.

“I hope you know how much you mean to me, Y/N. You’re my spark.

“Anyways, I’ll be home in about a couple of hours. Hold tight for me, yeah? I’ll make this the best Christmas yet!. I love ya, sparky. Merry Christmas.”

#kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #mtha's christmas gift

[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak (Bakugo x Reader, Shinsou x Reader)

Hey everyone! This is my first BNHA piece, something I wrote when I was bored and thought what the hey, I’ll post it! Feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cyberbulling, swearing, breakup, angst, just kind of a sad piece overall?

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When you started dating the Explosion Hero Dynamight, you knew that you were throwing yourself to the wolves. The media is cruel and the fans even crueller - if they deem you unworthy for their Hero then you’re in for a hell of a time - and not in a good way. But you loved Bakugo - you’ve loved him more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and for two years of your life you’ve been by his side as he  climbs through the Hero charts. 

But recently, the media has been sniffing a little too close to home. Someone has tipped the tabloids off to your existence and ravenous fans have been finding your social media day after day. Your selfies on Instagram are being bombarded with hateful comments on everything ranging from your weight to your skin color to your fashion sense, while your Twitter messages are flooded with paragraph after paragraph full of venom and vitriol. You can no longer take the headlines, the hate, the disgust being dished out at you day and day out. You beg your boyfriend to do something, anything to make the media leave you alone. Which brings you to tonight - in a heated argument with the Hero Dynamight.

“All I’m saying is that if you address the media, if you tell them that I’m your girlfriend, they might back off. I can’t do this anymore Katsuki, I can’t keep waking up and seeing this shit on my feed!” You’re so angry you’re shaking, and it’s pissing you off even more that Bakugo stares at you, unblinking and unfazed, arms crossed in indifference.

“You know I can’t do that. I do that, and my ratings plunge.” Your eyes widen in disbelief as soon as those words leave his mouth, you can’t believe he even said that. 

“Are you serious Katsuki? Is beating Deku and becoming the number one hero really worth more to you than us? Than me?” Tears threatened to spill over at any moment, your fists clenching until your nails left tiny red crescents in your skin. You stared at vermilion eyes refusing to back down, waiting with trembling lips for his answer.

“You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me. I don’t know why you need so much fuckin’ reassurance that you’re different from all those other damn extras.” That sentence sends you from angry to fuckin’ pissed in less than a second. 

You jab at his chest, practically screaming: “Excuse me? When we started dating, I was promised that you’d protect me from everything, including the media. Do you see the shit they say about me Katsuki? What they say about my body, my family, my upbringing? How they call me a slut and a whore because my Instagram has ‘Toshi on it and now I’ve been spotted with you? I can’t even visit my parents because I’m afraid they’ll follow me. I can’t go and see “Toshi because they’ll shit talk me even more! And you sit there and do nothing. Say nothing. All I want is for you to tell them the truth, that we are dating and that we are a couple.” 

Now, it’s Bakugo’s turn to bite back. “And I’m sayin’ my hands are tied. They know I’m with someone, and I lose  fans. Which means, I ain’t gonna beat that damn Deku at the rankings next month.”

“Fuck the rankings Bakugo! Can you get your head out of your ass for a second?! How in the world,” you turn to go to grab your phone, pulling up the latest headline about you on the tabloid’s website, “can you let them say this about me? Don’t you at least care that I’m being attacked on the daily?” Tears fall freely from your eyes now, and Bakugo flinches for a second, but only a second. You laugh in anger, turning away from him. “I already know the answer, Katsuki. You care more about the rankings than me. I’m in the way of your dream if you say I’m with you, so let me remove myself from the equation.” You grab a jacket, an umbrella and your phone, and put on your shoes. “It’s over Katsuki. I’m done. If you won’t say that we’re together, then we shouldn’t be together.” 

You turn to leave, and a part of you hopes that he’ll follow - that he’ll grab you and hold you tight and tell you that he loves you, loves you more than the stupid rankings and that he’ll stand by you no matter what the media says.

But he doesn’t. 

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You walk a couple of blocks to another apartment building, ring the doorbell and wait for the response to come from the other side. A deep voice responds, belonging to someone who had obviously been sleeping. “Who the hell is it?”

“‘Toshi, it’s me.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? It’s raining idiot, get in here.” The doors unlock and you make your way inside. You know this building like the back of your hand, it’s the home of your best friend and your second home. You make your way to his apartment and he’s waiting for you in the hallway - purple hair tousled and messy, body heavy with sleep and dark undereye circles accentuating violet eyes as he scratches the back of his neck. It’s a tic of his, one you know well - he’s nervous.

“A fight huh?” 

“Worse. I broke it off.” Shinsou immediately tenses at the mention of this, and if you weren’t so pissed and hurt by Bakugo you would’ve laughed. 

“Shit...I’m sorry. Come in, tell me all about it.” He steps aside and lets you into his apartment, closing the door as he prepares himself to listen to you complain until the sun rises. He agrees to help you get your things when you’re ready to return, and says you can crash at his place until you find somewhere else to stay.

You return two days later, punching in the code to the apartment you and Bakugo share - well, you supposed shared was the better word. It felt so foreign, being here after everything. Memories of the last two years flooded into your mind - lazy days where you spent all day with Katsuki on the couch doing nothing but watching horrible horror flicks and laughing the night away, those early mornings that had you waking up at five o’clock in the morning to cook pancakes while the sleepy blonde wraps his arms around your waist while teasing your culinary skills. Even the late nights when schoolwork kept you awake well into the twilight hours and your exhausted body dragged itself to the bed you and he shared, breathing in the caramel scent of the man you loved as your head hits the plush pillows and you drift off to sleep. But now, all of those memories have disappeared into the wind, replaced with the fight you and Bakugo had before you had stormed out of the house that night. He’s been texting you like mad, calling you like there is no tomorrow, but you ignore his calls. He never leaves a voicemail, so you don’t know what’s on his mind.  

As the beige door swung open, you breathed a sigh of relief that Katsuki wasn’t home. You had neither the heart nor the energy to see him after all that had happened and instead resolved yourself to get all of your things before his shift ended at his agency. You spent the next hour rounding up everything you owned - books, pictures, everything that you had room to take and that you knew you wouldn’t miss if you left it behind. When you had a breather you sent a quick text to Shinsou to let him know you were almost ready to go - and took a deep breath as you entered your bedroom. No, your former bedroom now. “That’s all it is now.” you remind yourself.

You start dumping all your clothes into trash bags and gather up pictures and toiletries that belong to you as you clean up the bedroom from one end to the other. As you grab a pile and place it on the bed, an article of clothing falls that you don’t recognize. You bend over and pick it up to inspect it closer. 

You know your clothes, all of them. But this lacy lingerie set that is discarded on the floor isn’t yours, hell, it isn’t even your size. Your throat feels like sandpaper and your nose crinkles as you drop the clothes as if burned by a flame. You can’t help but stare at it as a million things run through your mind at once: whose is it? How long has it been here? Was this before or after you and Katsuki broke up? Did he already move on? The last thought is something you know you shouldn’t dwell on, it isn’t your business what he does after you’re the one that ended the relationship. You know this and yet the tears come anyways, endless and stinging without end. Your legs give out and you fall to your knees clutching your heart as sobs fall from your lips, as your emotions bounce all over the place. The molten hot anger you felt at first is now transforming into deep sadness, all the bittersweet memories racing through your mind now replaced by images of Katsuki holding another woman, another lover just like he held you. You can’t stop as your brain formulates these what if situations - what if he was waiting for you to end it so he could be with her? You start to imagine him kissing another with the same passion he held for you. You see another in your place, eating the food that he insists on making to spoil you after a long night of homework, running their fingers through his hair as he falls asleep on their lap, and seeing another wrapped in his arms as they fall asleep together under the moonlit sky.

“I can’t stay here” you whisper to yourself, desperate to stop the tears that won’t end - desperate to feel anything but this pit of agony. You’ll take numbness over this endless heartbreak, this disappointment, this feeling of self-deprecation that tells you over and over that you weren’t good enough. “I-”

The door opens and you hear Shinsou’s voice behind you, calling your name and making his way through the hallway at the front of the apartment. “You didn’t answer my texts so I came up to check on you and-” The purple haired man freezes when he sees you, sitting on the floor with your head in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably as a waterfall of tears spill from your eyes dripping onto your fingers. You can no longer hold back your sobs as everything comes to a head - your insecurities, the hateful comments left on your social media, Katsuki’s own dismissal of your feelings as you two fought that night two days ago. Shinsou immediately drops to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you close. “It’s okay...let it out.” You peer up at him from tear filled eyes, lunging at him to wrap your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. 

“Hitoshi…” is all you’re able to say before another sob wracks your body, tears staining your cheeks and dampening Shinsou’s hoodie. You try desperately to explain why you’re crying, and why you’re so upset but you can’t find the words as your tongue feels heavy like a bunch of bricks. Indigo eyes drift to the underwear discarded behind you, anger seething in his veins as he puts two and two together. 

“Bakugo, you fucking tool.” He thinks to himself as he holds you, letting you cry out what you can’t tell him but he knows. He knows you better than anyone, just as you know him better than anyone. He remembers the vibrant little girl he met on the playground all those years ago, who spoke to him without a care even with his “villainous” quirk. He remembers your ecstatic scream as he calls you to let you know that he was able to get into the Hero Course at U.A, and he remembers you celebrating his acceptance at getting into a Hero Agency by getting blackout drunk and waking up with you in snuggled in his arms as you wear his favorite hoodie. He remembers being the one to introduce you to Bakugo at a Hero Ranking after party when you accompanied him as his plus one. He remembers how breathtaking you looked that night - an obsidian dress that hugged your figure closely, long legs accentuated by black stilettos and your plush lips painted in a ruby red hue. He remembers being the man of the hour, the hero Mindjack accompanied by a beauty on his arm, the envy of the venue. He remembers dancing with you, his most beloved childhood friend, his most precious person. He remembers watching you stride to the bar, smiling as you greet the bartender with glee and and he remembers watching you bump into Bakugo as you apologize quickly to the blonde before making your way back to him. He also remembers Bakugo following you to him, prompting him to introduce you to the man who would eventually become your boyfriend.

“If only you hadn’t bumped into him that night”, Shinsou thinks to himself, “Katsuki Bakugo, I’m going to give you a piece of my mind when I see you next.” How helpless he feels watching you cry as your heart shatters into a million pieces, how powerless he feels as he holds you tighter than he’s ever held anyone before. “C’mon, let’s get you home. I’ll take what I can and I’ll get the rest another day.” he smiles as he looks at you, giving you a small grin that he hopes makes you feel a bit better. “Don’t worry, I grabbed your Switch and your laptop, so the lazy girl hours can still happen” you punch him in the shoulder playfully as you wipe tears away on your sleeve, pouting as you roll your eyes at his lazy jokes before he continues, “and I’ll send Bakugo a text on what’s happening. You won’t have to deal with him. I promise.” It doesn’t escape his notice how you tense up when he says Bakugo, but the small smile you give at his joke makes him feel just a bit better. You stand up and press your lips to his forehead, tippy toeing to reach. “Thanks ‘Toshi. I really appreciate it, truly.” 

“Anything for my Animal Crossing buddy.” You cross your arms and give him a questioning look, eliciting a chuckle from the taller male. “I’m jus’ kiddin’. You know I’d do anything for you. And your Switch.” You laugh as you turn to grab your boxes and make your way to the front of the apartment, the lingerie that had shattered your world moments ago momentarily forgotten in the corner of you and Bakugo’s bedroom. “It’s only Bakugo’s now” you remind yourself as you walk out into the living room, “this place belongs to Bakugo only.” You take one last look at your home for the last ten months, and quickly turn on your heels to make your way to the elevator with your entire life packed into a few boxes. A small sense of regret lingers in you, but you quickly shove that aside to stop yourself from crying some more. Shinsou grabs the rest of the boxes left on the table, and places your key to the apartment on the counter next to a picture frame with the glass faced down. He then turns and follows you out the door to his car.

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The next few nights are the hardest - Shinsou’s apartment only has one bedroom, one bathroom and the living room which means you’re on the couch until you find your own place. You’ve known Shinsou since childhood and you wouldn’t mind sharing a bed but you’re so distraught from your discovery in Bakugo’s room that you want to be alone to cry it out if you need to - you already feel like a burden to Shinsou despite his protests against the idea. He’s not home tonight - on patrol around the city as you sit in the living room wrapped in a blanket and wearing his favorite hoodie. You flip through the channels and stumble across the Hero Rankings red carpet. It’s been ages since Hitoshi attended one, becoming more of an “underground hero” and avoiding the spotlight if possible. In fact, the only time he attended one was with you around the time you met Bakugo. You cringe at the thought of him, trying quickly to remove him from your mind. The rational part of your mind wants to change the channel, to watch those documentaries you love so much and wait until Shinsou gets back home but you don’t. Instead, you decide to remain on this channel, watching as heroes come and go on the red carpet with their dates and hear the host gush about each one’s accomplishments. This is torture, you know Bakugo will appear since he’s the number four Hero, you know he’ll be there and yet like a train wreck, you can’t look away. Maybe you’re curious as to what he’s up to, or maybe you want to see if he looks as miserable as you know you do. In any case, you wait with baited breath to see a pair of scarlet eyes and ash blonde hair to satiate your curiosity. A flash of green catches your attention and you see Izuku Midoriya appear on screen in front of you. Deku is the number three Hero and on his arm is his girlfriend Uraraka, another Hero ranked at number seven. You’ve met the both of them at parties you attend with Bakugo - they both received a lot of hate from “fans'' when they announced they were dating, but the love they exuded for each other made the media change their tune really fast. They truly adored one another and didn’t care if their ratings took a dive. You had wished Bakugo would do that for you, but you weren’t a Hero and you didn’t have an impressive quirk, so his agency decided that it would be better for his ratings if he kept you a secret and he agreed. At first, you didn’t mind but the comments on social media and the tabloids made you feel as if he wasn’t yours at all - instead all you felt was that he was ashamed of you. 

Then you see him. You grip the remote so hard it almost hurts, but you keep on looking anyway. There stands the number four Hero Katsuki Bakugo, wearing a red and black suit and looking as he always does - confident to the point of arrogance, a grumpy face that makes him unapproachable, arms crossed in annoyance. The cameras go off flash after flash, and the announcer goes over his stats - how many people he’s saved, his amount of solved cases, so on and so forth. You smile at his ranking, he’s gone from eleven to four in such a short amount of time, and you know he has his determination to thank for that. He works hard, that you can’t deny. 

Then you see her. You recognize her, from the tabloids and the makeup commercials. The Illusion Hero, Maboromicamie. She’s tall, beautiful, and has a gorgeous figure as well as a comfy place ranked as the number ten Hero. Her arm is linked with Bakugo’s, and he has an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close for the photoshoot. The announcer raises their voice in excitement, as a headline appears on your TV: “Dynamight and Maboromicamie an item? Seen together getting close at the awards ceremony!”

You shut off the TV and close your eyes. What were you expecting? Why did you do that? You can’t help the tears that escape, but they do. There you sit, alone in the apartment with the image of those two stuck in your head, burned into your memory. When Shinsou gets home, he says nothing and you’re grateful for it - you know he’s seen the ceremony and he knows you well enough to know that you’ve seen it too. Instead, he showers, lays down next to you, and holds you close as you cry quietly into his arms.

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[strangeinternetwasteland]

Cross the Line- Bakugo X Reader 18+

WC: 3.5K

Warnings: Angst, Anger, Unprotected Sex, Swearing

 “I am pregnant, Kaa-Chan.” You whispered as his hand was wrapped around your throat intent on killing you. He lowered his hands and walked away. You were the enemy, the one he had to kill.

~~~Eighteen Months ago~~~

“Y/N. You understand the mission, correct?” Shigaraki asked.

“You know I am not a fucking idiot? Who do you mistake me for? Chisaki or Dabi?” You retorted back.

“Y/N.” Shigaraki gave you a threatened tone.

“Get close enough to the loudmouth hero to kill him." The sarcasm dripped from your tone.

 "Good girl." He replied and left you alone.

For a few months, you followed Bakugo learned his schedule. You learned where he lived, how often he trained, his shopping habits, but most importantly, you learned that he didn’t have a significant other.

It was easy to become his neighbor, and for you to keep ‘bumping’ into him, but the hardest part would be getting to be part of his agency.

~~~Fifteen Months Ago~~~

“Hi! I am Quiver!” You were standing in front of Lord Explosion Murder in his agency. His crimson eyes narrowed looking at you in your hero suit. It was black and skin-tight with red accents.

“Do you want a fucking cookie?” He asked with disgust in his voice.

“Oh?” You feigned innocence. “Well, I am your new sidekick, but it looks like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I will just leave you alone.” You told him and you walked out of his office. You had heard he was difficult to deal with, but this wasn’t what you were expecting. You decided that if he was going to act like a complete and utter jackass you weren’t going to take it.

“Oi!” He came charging out of his office at you. “What the hell dumbass?” He yelled at you.

“Hm, well if you’re going to take that tone with me, I will come back tomorrow when you’re less stressed.” You told him as you walked out the door. You went home for the rest of the day.

The next day morning you had arrived and entered Lord Explosion Murder’s office again.

“Good Morning! I am Quiver!” You greeted him chirpily.

“Who the hell do you think you are leaving like that yesterday?” He yelled at you again. You turned around and left again. This continued for the rest of the week. He didn’t learn very quickly, but being cute probably helped him, you thought to yourself. By Friday, he had left you a seething voicemail saying how lazy, rude, and entitled he thought you were and that you were fired. You replied with a very short text stating, “K.” You knew it would probably anger him more. You weren’t there to make friends, you were there to kill him. 

When you arrived at work the following Monday, the receptionist's eyes grew wide. She very clearly heard the voicemail and very deliberately chose to ignore it.

“Good Morning, Sir.” You said as sweetly as possible. Lord Explosion just stared at you as if you were a ghost.

“I thought I fired you.” He said as calmly as he could. 

“Oh, you did? I didn’t really listen to the voicemail. I never do, but it seems as if you learned your lesson from last week.” You said with a hint of condescension.

“I don’t have time for you Dumbass. Just leave.” He told you with a huff of annoyance.

“Oh, Dumbass is a pet name?” You asked him. “I know that a sidekick isn’t what you want, but in order to be more appealing to not just the commission, but the general public as well.” You told him. Yes, you were all too well aware of his “image”, but with you working for the enemy, you truly didn’t care.

“Fuck, you’re right” he mumbled under his breath. He looked at you over steepled fingers. He stood quickly, to close the door to his office.

“Alright, Quiver, let’s begin.” He began as he sat back down in his office chair. The rest of the day, he went over rules for the office, his expectations for you, and how often he expected you to train. The rest of the week was tough but doable. The weekend didn’t come fast enough for you. As your patrol finished you got your weekly text from Shigaraki. You rolled your eyes and ignored him. The best thing about this job did not only do you have to stay away from the small hideout, but you could sleep in on the weekends, and you didn’t have to hear Kai or Dabi bicker.

Lord Explosion Murder noticed your smile. He saw how happy you looked after receiving your text.

“What’s got you smiling so big, Dumbass?” He asked you paying a little too much attention.

“Oh, nothing really. I get to sleep in tomorrow. As much as I enjoy working, I do enjoy a day off too.” You replied.

“You sure seemed happy after that text though.” He said with a hint of jealousy that did not go unnoticed by you.

“Oh, that was my annoying ass friend. He is going on about working hard and blah, blah, blah. I swear to goodness, his crusty ass is getting ignored all weekend.” You vented.

“Oh. Well. Okay, do you need me to walk your dumbass home?” He retorted not really sure of what to say.

“No, I am good!” You waved goodbye and ran at full speed to get home. You ran to your apartment in the building, showered quickly, changed, and fell asleep. 

The next morning you awoke to a yell, the voice sounded familiar, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. You walked outside to yell at whoever was causing the ruckus.

“I told you, nerd, that is not in bounds.” The male yelled. Looking down from your balcony, you saw Lord Murder Explosion. You did pick this apartment building because he lived here, but didn’t realize that he was his hero identity 100% of the time. 

“Hey, asshole? Could you shut your mouth? It’s too early for you to be yelling!” You shouted over your balcony to the group below.

“It’s the afternoon, dumbass!” He shouted back to you.

“Kaa-Chan, be nice. She’s your neighbor.” A green-haired man said.

“ You wanna fight? I could take you right now.” You shouted.

“Oi! Get down here and say that to my face!” He said the anger rising within himself. Without thinking, you jumped down ready to fight him. When he gave you his wide smile, your heart stopped for a moment.

“So you want to fight?” He asked with the most curious look on his face.

“Bakugo, don’t do this.” The green-haired man begged him. “The press will be all over this.” You knew with him there was always someone watching.

“Bakugo, don’t.” His friend with red and white hair said holding him back. It was no use though, he was in your face and chest to chest. You felt his warmth. The onlookers continued to gather, many with phones out ready to watch the fight. You knew that there was only one option in this case. 

You grabbed his shirt, and quickly closed the gap between the two of you. His lips against yours, and while his body was tense, he was not fighting it. You pulled back a moment, and looked up at him.

“Well isn’t this something Lord Explosion Murder?” You whispered before turning away and going back to your apartment/

~~~12 Months Ago~~~

The following Monday morning was awkward for Bakugo, but you didn't pay any attention to it, you really didn’t want to bring any attention to you at all. However, that isn’t what happened. You did bring attention to yourself and of course Shigaraki was very upset. The news died down pretty quickly, though, probably due to his one friend being Endeavor’s son.  The next three months though passed quickly and you never thought of the kiss again. 

The nights you patrolled with Bakugo he didn’t mention the kiss, he didn't’ mention anything about you knowing his hero identity, but he did try to get to know better. You were on the last patrol of the night, just before you said goodbye for the weekend, Bakugo spoke to you.

“So, uh. Quiver. Y/N. I don’t know what you want me to call you, but if you’re not busy, I’d like to take you out on a proper date or something.” A light pink dusting on his cheeks as he asked you.

“Is this because we kissed forever ago?” You questioned.

“No, Dumbass. Out of all the people, I hate you the least.” He retorted.

“Oh, how very manly of you.” You laughed at him.

“No. Forget it. It was very stupid for me to ask you.” He said walking away looking dejected.

“Tomorrow. 8PM. Don’t be late.” You told him as you skipped home. Getting this hero to die would be easy, so you thought.

The next day, you woke to a very angry phone call from Shigaraki. He demanded answers for why it was taking so long. If anyone else had done it it would’ve been done by now, and other bullshit you didn’t have time for. You knew that everyone would notice it was you right away. So while you ignored your phone call, you focused on your date this evening. The day flew while you were taking care of errands and miscellaneous tasks that you’ve been putting off for too long. 

Before you knew it, there was a knock at the door, you went to open the door, and saw Bakugo standing there with flowers.

“These are for you.” He thrust the flowers toward you while looking away.

“Thank you, these are beautiful. While I put them in water, why don’t you make yourself at home? I still need to put on my makeup.” You told him.

“Really? I don’t think that is necessary. I mean, you look beautiful the way you are.” His face was getting redder and redder. 

“Thank you, you’re very kind. I will be but a moment.” You told him as walked into the room. A few minutes you were ready.

“Okay, I am ready. What are the plans for tonight?” You asked him curiously.

“Well the stupid nerd convinced all of us that went to UA together to hang out. They want to have a few drinks and karaoke.” He admitted annoyance laced in his voice, but the look on his face told you otherwise. The night was fueled with alcohol, laughter, and memories. You knew that you had to keep it professional, and your job was to eliminate him, at least that is what you kept telling yourself.

The following months went by fast, when you weren’t working, or training, you were hanging out with Bakugo and his hero friends, or just the two of you. Everything was blissful.

~~~9 Months Ago~~~

Angry with the lack of contact and results from you. Shigaraki had enough and was going to take things into his own hands even if you were a casualty. 

“Dabi, I need you to go and see what is taking Y/N so fucking long.” He demanded. “Don’t kill her yet, we will kill her when we kill that loudmouth as well.” 

Dabi just shook his head and walked out the door. Whatever you were doing wasn’t his problem. To him, getting rid of you wouldn’t matter to his plan. So he did as he was told. He followed you and learned your schedule over the next few weeks. 

“She’s so fucking predictable.” Dabi said to himself as he snapped a picture of you and Bakugo kissing. When Dabi returned, he informed Shigaraki of what he found, and together, they plotted your downfall.

~~~6 Months Ago~~~

Bakugo had awoken to a phone call in the middle of the night. He felt you stir in your sleep next to him. He rushed getting his things together and left slamming the door behind him. You turned over in the bed and looked at the alarm clock. The bright red number read 2:43 AM.  You texted Bakugo quickly. He responded with Hero Shit. I’ll be safe and see you soon.

You couldn’t sleep. You got up and paced around his apartment. There was something gnawing at the back of your mind. If it was an urgent matter, you’d be called as well. If it was something more serious, they’d only call in the Professional Heroes. Which led you to believe that this was the case. 

Two hours later, a very tired Bakugo entered the apartment. You ran into his arms, and held on to him for longer than you should have. 

“Were you worried about me dumbass?” He asked you playfully, but the worry was thick in his voice. There was no mistaking it.

“No. Never, but if I didn’t get called in with you, it must be serious.” You told him. You knew you were lying. You were worried, and that scared you more that whatever he was just told. It meant that you had already failed in your mission. That you actually cared.

“Y/N. I need you to know this. I love you, and I will never let anything happen to you. The League threatened us. Specifically, you and me.” Bakugo told you honestly, and openly. “They didn’t give a specific timeline, it was just a general threat, but I thought you should know. Keep your guard up.” 

Your heart leaped at his words. You knew you failed. You knew you weren’t supposed to fall, but you did.

“I love you too, Katsuki. I will stick so close to you, you’ll wanna hurl me off the balcony.” You replied. He kissed you deeply with every emotion he felt. He pulled you into the bedroom to further explain how he felt.

~~~3 Months Ago~~~

The two of you were public, there was no denying it. The Commission felt the transparency was necessary to let the League know that a threat wouldn’t stop anyone from living their life.  The public cheered for you. The threat was always in the back of your mind. You weren’t sure what scared you more, Shigaraki ceasing all contact with you or the calm that had come over the city.

During your late-night patrol, you and Bakugo happened upon a crying child. Bakugo quickly picked up the child. Cradling her in his arms, and trying to soothe her. It was right then you realized, you wanted a family. Life of a villain wasn’t conducive to having a family. Bakugo found the child’s parents within a matter of minutes, and if you weren’t sure before, you sure were in love with him.

You dragged him into a dark alley where no prying eyes could see the things you were about to do. You took him and pushed him against the wall, and kissed him hard. He happily grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, pressing his hardening length against you.

“What are you doing?” He hissed into your neck where he left a trail of kisses, causing you to shiver.

“I saw you with that child, and I thought why not try right now?” You shot back. You unzipped his pants to free his hard dick. Your eyes grew at his size every time you saw it. You undid your pants and pulled them down, exposing your dirty little secret, that you weren’t wearing any panties.

“Y/N.” He groaned into your ear as he pressed eager fingers into you. “Shit. You’re so wet for me already.” You took him in your hand and started stroking him slowly. 

“You know if we weren’t in the middle of a patrol, I’d definitely take my time.” He told you in between breaths.

“I want you Ka-” He kissed you hard, entwining his tongue with yours. He was so needy for you. He grabbed you by the hips and lifted you on top of him, making sure you and he were lined up. He slowly entered you. The way his hips moved slowly at first to let you adjust and then quickly increased his speed made you moan loudly.

“Keep quiet, dumbass. I don’t want to get caught fucking you on camera. Although that would be pretty hot.” He smiled at you. You were already so close for no good reason. You felt yourself release on him.

“Well, shit. You were already hot for me huh?” He asked you cockily and he increased his speed. You couldn’t deny it felt amazing. 

“Tell me where you want me to come, because if you want a child I will give you one.” He teased you. All you could do was nod at him.

“Oh, did I fuck you stupid?” He asked you smugly.  He didn’t wait for an answer, he released deep into you, painting your walls white with his seed. He kissed you once more before dressing and acting like he didn’t just fuck you in a dark alley. You got your bearing and did the same.

~~~Present Day that Morning~~~

You had been feeling off all day. It wasn’t like you to feel sick, but here you were feeling nauseous. You ran to the toilet and slammed the door behind you. You let all of your breakfast out.

“Dumbass! Let’s get going, we’ll be late for the meeting.” Bakugo yelled at you. You immediately felt better, quickly rinsed your mouth with mouthwash and walked out the door.

The Commission had summoned all heroes and their sidekicks for a meeting due to the increase in League activity. You often wondered what Shigaraki was thinking, but since he was number two, whatever it was that number one wanted he got.  The meeting was boring and lasted a while, and there wasn’t any new information. You were dismissed and were told to continue on your patrol routes as normal. 

You felt that same feeling coming over from this morning. You quickly left and ran to the bathroom. You sent a quick message to Bakugo telling him you weren’t feeling well, but you’d see him on patrol. You went to the corner store where you picked up some medicine. You came across the pregnancy tests. You hesitated for a moment, decided against it and kept going. The gnawing feeling at the back of your mind started up again. It didn’t let up until you had a test in your hand.

You headed back home, took some medicine and ripped the test open. You knew you couldn’t be pregnant. There was only one time you and Bakugo haven't used protection, and you had your period since then...right? You didn’t think twice about it, peed on the stick and waited for the results. 

It was on your patrol route that evening, when you were confronted by the League.

“Hello, Y/N.” You heard a deep voice.

“Dabi?” You replied, he was ready with his quirk with intent to kill.

“I don’t think so.” Bakugo came charging at him with rage in his eyes. 

“Do you think that some pathetic grenades will stop me from killing her? She betrayed us for you.” Dabi confessed. The look on Bakugo’s face changed from rage to utter betrayal. He shook off the words. He didn’t actually believe you’d do that.

“She loves me, you dumb piece of shit. She’s one of us.” He barked at Dabi, firing shots at him. 

From the shadows emerged Shigaraki, he silently walked up behind you and clicked his tongue.

“Such a shame, that boy is a fool.” He left you alone for a moment and went over to Dabi.

“Well, if you are one of us, Y/N, finish the job you were sent to do.” Shigaraki shouted to you. “Kill this hero that stands in our way.”

Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall. The anger that radiated from Bakugo’s body was undeniable. His hand wrapped around your throat, tight enough to kill. You gasped, clawing at his hands.

“Kaa-Chan, I’m pregnant.” You whispered. He lowered his hands and walked away. You were the enemy, the one he had to kill. He fought back Shigaraki, and Dabi enough until other heroes arrived to help. He walked back to where you were, all of the feelings he felt for you were real. How could you betray him like this? All his hopes of having a family, being a father, being a husband, and a great hero; were crashing down as soon as they were built. The pain in his face was almost audible, it broke your heart. He took a deep breath, got super close to your ear.

“You’re dead to me. I loved you. I gave you everything I had. You’re lucky I didn’t kill you right here and now. Get your shit out of my apartment. I never want to see you again.” The venom dripped from his words. He turned around and didn’t look back.

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