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lovers 101 | j.t.k

jake kiszka x reader

word count: 8,071 (told y'all this was a big one)

content warnings: masturbating (m&f), drinking, choking, fingering, teasing/edging (up to interpretation), penetrative sex, lots of dirty talk, gross history stuff because education is important but brutal, more lingerie bc it's still hot, jake is literally feral idk what to tell you [let me know if i missed anything!]

summary: both you and jake are sick of the game. so what do you do with all the built up sexual tension?

a/n: oop I'm back. very sorry for the long wait. a bunch of people reached out asking where chapter three was and i promise i didn't forget about it. i've spent the last month adjusting to a new job and a new schedule but i promise i won't wait that long for the next chapter, especially now that it's really picking up. anyway, enjoy!

chapter 3- his favorite secret

When you met up with Lily at the car, you were visibly flustered. Lily smirked and opened her mouth, presumably to ask what went down between you and Professor Kiszka - Jake - after she left. You put a hand up to stop her before she could utter a single word, causing her to chuckle.

You were more or less dead silent the entire drive back home, save for a few nods and brief words of acknowledgement to your best friend, who was effortlessly filling the air with random stories. It was one hell of an effort to focus on what she said, though. Every thought in your brain was occupied by Jake. His hands on your body, his chest pressed against your own. His breath in your ear. How it was so easy for him to pull those little sounds out of you. He had you, hook line and sinker, and if you had your wits about you, you might have had the sense to feel slightly embarrassed by it all. But, alas, you didn’t.

The moment you entered your apartment you grabbed the bottle of bourbon your parents had gifted you a while back, taking a few long swigs and not bothering to properly pour a glass. Lily laughed loudly at your behavior.

“Was it that bad?” You shook your head in response, waiting for the lingering burn to subside before giving a verbal answer.

“Not bad, Lil. He’s just… god. He’s the fucking devil.”

“And you want to fuck him.” You hung your head. “I really do.”

“You want to fuck the devil.”

You sighed dramatically. “I want to fuck the devil.”

Lily grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, handing you one and moving the bourbon back to its place on the bar cart. She looked at you with raised brows and an expression that read so, what happened? You took a deep breath and filled her in.

– –

Back on campus, Jake was sitting in his office, the assignments he had been grading long forgotten in a pile on the floor. After your encounter post-lecture, Jake had nearly sprinted to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He was achingly hard, but he knew he couldn’t do a damn thing about it while he was still at work. He had half a mind to cancel his next two classes so he could go home early and grant himself a much needed release.

So that’s exactly what he did.

His right hand grabbed the gearshift the entire drive back to his house, his knuckles completely white. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had had this much of an influence on his body, his mind. You were consuming him and he couldn’t ignore the primal urges telling him to make you his in every way. He was determined to have a taste of you, and soon. Besides, he had no doubt that you wanted the same thing.

– –

After telling Lily your brief story, you waited with bated breath for her reaction; she had been uncharacteristically quiet. She was sitting across from you on your bed, resting her chin on her palms as her fingers softly tapped on her face.

“So he cornered you.”

“I mean, we were leaning on his desk, I wouldn’t say he-”

“And you put his thumb in your mouth??”

“Yeah, that was, um… impulsive.”

“And he choked you?!?!” The shock at that question didn’t shock you, it was kind of valid.

You flushed at the reminder, though, swearing you could still feel Jake’s hand on your throat. You smirked and shuddered, quickly imagining those warm, sturdy hands elsewhere. You were snapped out of your fantasy - quite literally - by the sound of Lily’s fingers clicking in front of your face. Smiling sheepishly, you muttered quietly, “Sorry, got a bit lost in my head for a moment.” Lily scoffed playfully.

– –

As a thank you for taking care of her last weekend, Lily offered to make dinner for the two of you. And, rather than order take out and put the food on your dinner plates - which she often counted as her “making dinner” - she actually cooked a meal. You appreciated it, of course, and decided to jump into the shower while she prepared the food. Unfortunately for you, the down time gave you ample opportunity to think about what had happened earlier in the day between you and Jake.

You wondered if he had been holding himself back in that moment. If, had you given the okay, he would have gone even further. You were granted a glimpse into who Jake was outside of the lecture hall, when he was a man other than the brilliant and sophisticated Professor Kiszka. You were given a sneak peak at who he became behind closed doors, and now you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your imagination go wild.

You adjusted the water temperature to a perfect heat, one that instantly relaxed the muscles you didn’t notice had been horribly tense. You washed your hair, taking in the scent of vanilla and rose, before washing off your body, and, subsequently, Jake’s touch. The very thought of that made you frown. How long would it be before you felt the warmth of his body on yours? How long would you have to wait before you could kiss him? His soft, plump lips took center stage in your mind. You began thinking about how they’d feel on your own, how they’d feel training along your throat, leaving small purple bruises in their wake. You thought about those very lips moving along every inch of your skin, marking parts of you that were kept hidden to the rest of the world.

Subconsciously, you began sliding your hands down your body, lower and lower until you graced the skin of your upper thighs. You gently massaged the skin, taking the time to work yourself up before getting to what you really wanted. Lily was cooking, after all, so you had plenty of time. One of your hands moved up to massage one of your breasts, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the feeling. Once more you found yourself imagining your hands were replaced by Jake’s.

Jake.

His name fit him so perfectly. It excluded power, yet spoke to how… regular, he really was. It was sexy, knowing him on a first name basis. You weren’t just another student anymore. Now there was a budding rapport, one that you hoped would result in you finding your way into his bed. Or hell, bent over the desk in his private office. The thought of that instantly brought your attention to your previously forgotten task.

You no longer cared to move slowly, choosing instead to make use of the intense pressure pouring out of your shower head. One day you’d thank Lily for replacing the one that was originally there with a detachable version.

Switching the setting to a higher, more direct jet, you immediately placed the head over your core. The pressure paired with the heat of the waster was incredible, and you sank deep into the pleasure. Yeah, you’d definitely be thanking Lily.

You shut your eyes and rested your head against the cold tile, enjoying every minute of your self satisfaction. You could feel your release coming on strong, and god was it needed. You had left Jake’s classroom shortly after his rather bold statement, not opening any doors for something more to happen. So yeah, you needed some relaxation in the form of what you hoped would be a very satisfactory orgasm.

The build up was intense, your legs already struggling to keep you standing. But, as if the gods had decided to play a cruel joke on you, loud knocking on the bathroom door pulled you from that glorious ledge.

“You’ve been in there forever! Stop using up all the hot water and get your ass out here. I just slaved over this meal and if you let it get cold I’m making you walk to class.” God damn it Lily.

Just as quickly as your orgasm had bloomed, it dissipated, taking your content mood with it. You were close, so achingly close that not falling over that edge was almost painful.

Maybe you wouldn’t be thanking Lily after all.

– –

Just twenty minutes away at his own house, Jake was in a situation almost identical to yours, save for the roommate with terrible timing.

As Jake stepped into the shower, his thoughts were racing, every single one of them focused on you. He hadn’t been able to get you off his mind all week, and the day you dressed up to resemble him? Well, he was impressed with his ability to not fuck you in front of the entire class. Every part of him was screaming to make you his.

There was no question that he thought you were gorgeous. But your beauty wasn’t the only part of you he was enchanted by. He liked your wit, how you challenged him with that sassy, seductive attitude. Even when he caught you off guard, you managed to stay at his level, even one upping him from time to time. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him so flustered. He enjoyed the back and forth, the game of cat and mouse, immensely.

And above everything else, he adored how determined you were to get what you wanted. He especially liked that that was him.

He thought about what you might have done after you two parted ways. Did you run to your friend and squeal like a schoolgirl? He huffed a laugh at that. No, he certainly didn’t see you doing that.

Did you think about his words? How his hands felt on your skin? How close he was to you? Did you think about his hand wrapped around your throat? He was dying to know.

Jake hadn’t stopped thinking about any of that. You were so god damn close, the scent emanating off of you - vanilla and rose - so undeniably you, and he loved it. He thought about how he could feel your pulse racing, your heart begging to leap out of your chest.

He thought about how he believed he really had you in that moment. But, ever the feisty little thing, you couldn’t let him have the win. When you sucked his thumb into your mouth his knees almost buckled. The way your tongue felt on his skin sent him reeling. And the way you looked up at him with those big innocent eyes… No, he knew those were bullshit. You were far from innocent. An absolute fucking minx.

He wanted to feel your lips on his. He nearly kissed you in that room, and he was sure you expected him to do just that. He couldn’t make it that easy for you, though. He wanted to see you on your knees, hear you beg. Telling him how badly you craved him. His touch, his kiss, his cock. Fuck, he desperately needed to hear that.

He found himself reaching for his cock, hard and leaking already. He leaned his head down, dribbling his own spit onto himself before beginning to stroke his dick at a slow pace. He did his best to imagine your hands wrapped around him, but the callouses that covered his hands from years of playing guitar made that horribly difficult.

It was almost embarrassing for Jake. The way he was getting so close so quickly. He wanted to feel your lips around him, to watch tears pool in your eyes and run down your face as he fucked your throat.

Fuck. He needed you more than anything.

The thought of him slipping into your soaking wet cunt was what sent him speeding towards the edge. The whimpers and breathy moans that you’d release at the feeling of him stretching you out. Sounds that would turn into full blown screams of his name as he fucked you senseless. All Jake wanted was to watch you fall apart under him over and over and over until you could barely move, too fucked out to think about anything other than him.

The nail in the coffin for him was thinking about spilling him cum inside of you, only pulling out enough to watch it start to pour out before fucking it back into you.

With just a few more strokes, Jake released a loud groan and found his release, placing his palm against the cold time to steady himself.

In his post orgasm haze, Jake made a decision. No more games. No more subtly fucking with each other. He needed you, and soon.

– –

By the time your next class with Jake came along, you were ansty. Obviously you two were on the same page, there was no doubt about that. The question was, what would his next move be? You wanted him to have control over the situation, settling for lingering glances, sexy outfits, and trying to distract him during his lectures. You had fun with it, if you were honest, but after seeing the lust in his eyes, you crave more.

You were trying to listen to the story Lily was telling you about a guy in her english literature class that she insisted she was going to marry. The sound of a paper being put on your desk immediately grabbed your attention and you could smell Jake’s cologne as he walked past your desk. You picked up the paper - your last written exam - and went to put it away without a second thought. As you moved to do so, you noticed a large C- at the top in red ink, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

C-??? You could have sworn you nailed that exam. Your attention then shifted to the note written directly under the grade:

See me after class.

~ Jake

Well, at least you’d have an excuse to spend some time with him.

At the end of class, you told Lily to head out without you. You both had about an hour to spare before your next class, so with a wag of her eyebrows and a rather suggestive gesture from her hands, she left the room. You waited for everyone to leave before addressing him.

“Um, you wanted to see me?” You asked, trying to conceal your nervous state.

Jake put down his pen and lifted his head to face you. “Yeah, I did. What happened there?” He pointed at the paper in your hand before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I could’ve sworn I stressed the importance of taking detailed notes in my class.”

Oh. He really did only want to discuss your grade.

“You did, and I do! I honestly thought I did really well on it. Kinda shocked at the grade I got.” You dropped your head in shame and couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Stupid college girl was so distracted trying to seduce her professor that she screwed herself academically. Good job.

“You need to review more, then. I know it’s a lot of material and it can be a bit daunting, but you’re smart. You can do better than this.” His voice was soft, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling like he was scolding you. You didn’t like that he sounded disappointed in you.

“Is there extra credit or something else I can do?” You asked, trying to be hopeful. “Or can I retake the exam?” A C- on your belt made you angry; you couldn’t leave it like that and move on.

You still hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes, knowing you couldn’t handle it if he looked as disappointed as you imagined. But then, you had no choice.

“I don’t really do extra credit.” You felt the warmth of his hand on your skin as his forefinger lifted your head up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. Those brown eyes would be the death of you. “But I can help you study after class if you’d like.”

You looked at him in shock. “You’d really do that?” Yeah, you definitely sounded a bit too excited at his offer, something that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Jake. He flashed that gorgeous smile and chuckled, nodding his head before responding.

“Yes, I’d be happy to.”

The soft side of Jake was new to you and you really liked it. You couldn’t ignore the swarm of butterflies making a home in your stomach.

“Meet me in my office tonight around 6. My last class gets out around 5:50, so I’ll meet you there. Okay?”

You smiled brightly and nodded. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

You turned to leave, but were stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist, one that pulled you back into his chest. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse racing. You had placed a hand against his chest to stop yourself from slamming into him. He was so fucking warm, all you wanted to do was move your hand along his body, feeling the taught muscles of his torso and his arms. You were losing focus quickly, feeling yourself getting worked up simply by the close proximity and minimal physical contact.

“You better show up and be on time.” He paused, moving your hair away from your ear and leaning in to speak directly into it, his hot breath causing you to shiver. You felt the hand on your wrist move up your arm, his grip still just as firm. His other hand found its place on your hip, and he spoke again, this time much closer than he had before.

“I’d hate to have to punish you, sweetheart.”

– –

The second you were able to, you rushed home to get ready before your meeting with Jake. You recurled some of the strands of hair that had loosened throughout the day, applied a bit more makeup, and changed into a completely different outfit. It was rather cold in the morning, so you had originally gone with a pair of dark wash jeans, a baggy sweater, and booties, but of course, that wasn’t good enough for your one on one with Jake.

You decided to change into a short, plaid wool skirt, sheer black tights, a plain black bodysuit, and thigh high boots. If he looked at you with suspicion, you’d do your best to pass it off as you needing to look good to grab drinks with Lily once you left. Obviously you knew the truth, though, and while you certainly believed Jake intended on helping you study, you were determined to get a little something extra.

As you made your way back to campus, you felt your hands getting clammy. You probably had no reason to be as nervous as you were, but you really couldn’t help it. Not to mention you were still on edge about the reason for this meeting: your shitty and very much unexpected exam grade.

Checking your watch for the time, you saw you made it to Jake’s office with eight minutes to spare. You waited outside his door after seeing he still wasn’t back from his last class. Not a problem, you were in no rush. A few minutes later he appeared, looking as incredible as he did earlier in the day. It amazed you that his good looks were so effortless.

Picking his head up from his phone, he saw you standing outside his office, and a crooked smile developed on his face. “Early for our meeting? Good girl.” The last two words rasped out of his mouth while he was just barely a foot away from you and you could’ve sworn he said them to get a rise out of you. Heat flooded your body and pooled in your core at the simple praise. You supposed he did, in fact, get a reaction, but not one that he could blatantly observe.

Unfortunately for you, Jake was great at reading body language, and given that the two of you had spent so much time trying to get the tiniest reaction out of the other, he’d gotten rather familiar with some of your tells. So you didn’t need to be super obvious about his praise turning you on, you didn’t need to tell him at all. He could see it in the way your eyes widened, the way your cheeks flushed, and the way a hushed gasp left your lips. It was almost too easy for him.

He led you into his office, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of his desk. You didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over your body, taking in your appearance and swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. There was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes that made you squirm in your seat and you prayed to the gods above that he’d finally do something about all the fucking tension.

Once he sat down at his desk, you figured it was time to actually be productive. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you reached into your bag to pull out your exam, unintentionally giving him a clear view of your cleavage. The sight had his right hand twitching from its place on the wood, nearly moving to palm himself in his pants. He had a job to do, and while he had plenty of other things - all of them involving you and his desk - he needed to put that on hold, at least for a moment.

Jake admittedly had been thinking of ways to combine helping you with… helping himself, while on the way to his office. He knew it was highly unprofessional but he couldn’t think of something that didn’t involve at least some part of him touching you. Rather than internally scold himself, he decided to give in to those thoughts.

When he saw you place the paper on his desk in front of you, he put his hand out and shook it slightly. “No, you won’t need that right now. I already have the material you need to review.” You furrowed your brow in confusion. You had been expecting to just go through the exam, but Jake seemed to have other ideas and you had no reason to object.

He took out a stack of papers from his bag and placed them in front of himself before pushing his chair back as if to stand up. “Come here.” He instructed. His voice was deep and sturdy and you found yourself moving over to him without a sliver of hesitation. You watched as he patted his lap, “Sit down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him in shock, not sure if he was being serious. You looked around the room, unable to keep your eyes focused on him, but you were quickly brought back as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you closer.

“Jake, I- I don’t know if that’s-”

“I said sit. Do not make me tell you again.”

You nodded your head and moved to sit on his lap, careful to not put your weight fully on him, but he immediately gripped your hips and pulled you down so you were completely seated. You tried your hardest to stay completely still, having absolutely no idea what he was planning. Jake started pointing at the notes, one of his hands remaining planted on your waist. It was truly a daunting task to pay attention to anything other than your current position. He was supposed to be helpful, not a bigger distraction.

“You’re going to review what I’ve written here. Read each paragraph 5 times, slowly to make sure you’re really absorbing it, before moving on to the next one. I’ll stop to quiz you periodically when I see fit.” Okay?

His instruction seemed simple enough, reading wasn’t difficult and his method was typically how you studied on your own so this was familiar territory. That said, you didn’t…

“Jake, why do I have to sit on your lap while I’m reading?” That’s the one part that just wasn’t clicking for you. Not that you particularly minded where you sat, but still. You figured there had to be some ulterior motive.

Jake quirked a smile at you, slowly moving his hands over your hips. It was relaxing, but made you feel dizzy. If he kept touching you while you studied there was no way you’d be able to focus on anything.

“Because, sweetheart, I’m going to be your motivation.” He spoke the words as if his intentions should have been obvious to you. Should they have been? Motivation? He must have noticed the look of sheer confusion on your face because he spoke once more.

“You’re going to read and do your best to memorize all of what’s in front of you. If you can manage to do that, you’ll be rewarded. If you can’t, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Vaguely…” He had a mischievous look on his perfect face and you knew better than to disregard it. You had your hopes as to what he could’ve meant, but you never knew with him. Especially since he’d yet to actually do anything to or with you. You really hoped that would change tonight.

He smirked at you, loving that you hadn’t fully caught on to his motives yet. “Just read.” You turned to face the papers and began reading, waiting with bated breath to see what Jake would end up doing.

Okay, Razin’s Rebellion. You could’ve sworn you remembered that one from his lectures, but you read the passage he wrote, which appeared to be a collection of important aspects, rather than a complete breakdown of the event.

~ After massacring all who opposed him and giving the rich bazaars of the city over to pillage, Stepan Razin converted Astrakhan into a Cossack republic, dividing the population into thousands, hundreds, and tens, with their proper officers, all of whom were appointed by a general assembly, whose first act was to proclaim Razin their sovereign.

~ The tsar sent troops to suppress the revolt. As Paul Avrich notes in Russian Rebels, 1600–1800, "The brutality of the repressions by far exceeded the atrocities committed by the insurgents." The tsar's troops mutilated the rebels' bodies and displayed them in public to serve as a warning to potential dissenters.

~ Razin and his brother were captured at Kagalnik Fortress in 1671 by Cossack elders and turned over to Tsarist officials in Moscow. On June 16, following the reading of the verdict against him, Razin was quartered on the Red Square, where he was ultimately beheaded.

You read over the notes two more times, doing your best to memorize it word for word, before you noticed Jake’s hands had begun moving. Both of his hands had left their spot on your waist, slowly traveling over the tops of your thighs. Your breath hitched and you dropped the pen you’d been holding to keep your place. You leaned back into Jake’s touch, sighing at the feeling of him touching you in places he hadn’t before. But, just as quickly as his actions had started, they stopped, pulling a whine from you.

Pushing you forward and away from his body, he addressed you. “Don’t whine. I told you to read, and you stopped. Keep going.” He couldn’t be serious.

“I was focusing just fine until you started touching me.” You sassed.

He grabbed your chin and jerked it to face him. “Did you not like it? Because it sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I liked it, so why did you stop?” You were frustrated. You didn’t want the games, you just wanted him.

“Because you stopped reading. I told you, do what you’re told and you’ll be rewarded. You want me to keep touching you? I’ll be happy to, as long as you keep reading.” You stared at him incredulously. “You stop, I stop.”

If looks could kill Jake would be dead right now, but he laughed at your attempt to look intimidating. Patting your cheek patronizingly he spoke, “better get back to reading, huh?”

You scowled at him and turned back to continue reading, picking up from where you left off. You still had to read this section 2 more times, and lord knows what he was going to do next. Once Jake realized you had continued, his hands did as well, dragging lower down your thighs before moving back up. His hands began moving inward every time they came back up, each inch closer making your pulse race erratically.

God you missed his touch. You hadn’t realized how badly you craved it until his hands were back on you, and even through your tights you could feel how strong they were. It took a huge amount of willpower you didn’t know you possessed to not pick up his hand and put it around your throat. There would be time for that later, you assumed.

You made your way to the next set of bullets about the French Invasion of Russia.

~ The French invasion of Russia, also known as the Russian campaign, the Second Polish War, the Army of Twenty nations, and the Patriotic War of 1812 was launched by Napoleon Bonaparte to force the Russian Empire back into the continental blockade of the United Kingdom.

~ Within six weeks, Napoleon lost half of his men because of the extreme weather conditions, disease and hunger, winning just the Battle of Smolensk. The Russian Army continued to retreat, under its new Commander in Chief Mikhail Kutuzov, employing attrition warfare against Napoleon.

~ Although several retreating French corps united with the main army, when the Berezina was reached, Napoleon only had about 49,000 troops and 40,000 stragglers of little military value. On 5 December, Napoleon left the army at Smorgonie in a sledge and returned to Paris. Within a few days, 20,000 more perished from the bitter cold and louse-borne diseases. As many as 380,000 died in the campaign, and Napoleon’s reputation of invincibility was shattered.

As you read, all you could focus on was the way Jake’s hands moved. You wanted him to strip you down, bend you over his desk and fuck you into oblivion. Maybe if you played your cards right, he would.

While you were in the middle of reviewing the second bullet for the second time, Jake pulled the paper away from you. You frowned at him, “Hey! I was reading that.”

He watched the pout form on your face, feeling warmth throughout his body at the sight. You were down right sexy on any given day, but god you were fucking cute. He wanted to kiss that pout so badly, to finally feel your lips on his, but he was determined to stick to his original plan.

“Good I’m glad, seeing as that’s what you were instructed to do.” You looked away and rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure what it was about him that made you feel so bratty but you couldn’t stop yourself or your attitude. You chalked it up to the pent up sexual frustration that nagged at you like a swarm of mosquito in your ear.

Jake’s hands moved back to their place on your thick thighs, moving at a quicker pace than before and getting closer and closer to where you really wanted them to be. “Question 1- Where and when was Stepan Razin captured and what occurred after his capture?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but right as you went to speak, Jake’s fingers slipped under your skirt. Your breathing picked up and you completely forgot what you were going to tell him.

His fingers made no attempt to stop, but he looked at you expectantly. “Come on sweet girl, you know the answer.” You swallowed harshly but nodded, calming yourself down to speak again.

“Kagalnik Fort-fortress in 1671. H-he was quartered and beheaded.” You were impressed with yourself that you could even get that out. He nodded in approval, his fingers ever so slightly brushed over the lace of your panties. He groaned under his breath at the feeling. You were so fucking warm, all he wanted was to rip the thin fabric right off your body, but he composed himself.

“And where was he beheaded?” His fingers moved with a feather light touch that had you itching for more. He was so god damn close, but he wouldn’t stop teasing. It was driving you crazy.

You took a deep breath, “the Red Square.”

He smiled again, “good girl.” Before you could even consider responding to him, you felt the pads of his middle and ring fingers press firmly against your core through the lace.

Fuck yes.

He gently circled his fingers over you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Jake took advantage of the open access to your neck, immediately peppering dragged out, wet kisses against your skin. It felt incredible, the pairing of the two sensations. You found yourself softly moaning and grinding into his hands, searching shamelessly for more.

“Keep reading. Remember, I’ll continue if you do.”

You quickly nodded and brought your attention to the paper Jake had put back in front of you. As you read the second set of bullets 3 more times, you struggled immensely. Jake hadn’t stopped touching you and it was a challenge to keep your eyes open and your head up. You desperately needed more, needed to feel his fingers inside you.

The time passed by without you realizing, but by the time Jake moved the paper away from you to ask you the next set of questions, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t recall a single thing you read… and you had enough sense to know that was bad for you.

“Question 3- How many of Napoleon’s men died in the campaign against Russia?”

Shit. So, so stupid of you to not focus enough. No, no, that was entirely his fault. He knew what he was doing. He was setting you up because he wanted to see you squirm. God he really was the devil.

“Um… uh…” With your hesitation came the retraction of his fingers. You reached out to grab him to keep him still, but his free hand easily wrapped around both of your wrists and kept them away. “No, Jake, please. Please don’t stop. Please!”

“You want my fingers? Answer the fucking question.”

You fought the urge to groan and roll your eyes. Obviously you would’ve answered the question if you knew the fucking answer. You figured that saying that out loud would only screw you over more, though.

“I- shit, Jake, I don’t know. I don’t remember. 75,000?? I don’t know, I just- please, please don’t stop.”

With that, he removed his hand completely from beneath your skirt, and at that point you let the frustrated whine pour from your lips.

“I warned you, sweetheart. Stand up.” Not having the energy to fight, you did as you were told, standing in front of him with your back turned towards the desk, your eyes staring up at him through thick lashes.

He stared back at you, his gaze intense but mischievous. And then for whatever reason, it softened. You watched as he clenched his jaw and stared down at your lips, your bottom lip being bitten ever so slightly by your top teeth. Jake’s thumb came up to pull your bottom lip out, smoothing over it with the pad of his finger and smiling ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, and it seemed as though he was fighting with himself in his head. He took a deep breath and looked into your eyes before shifting his stare back to your lips.

Was he going to kiss you? Is that what he was debating? You fully thought he was about to punish you even more for not being able to answer his question, but maybe that soft side of Jake was making another appearance.

“Jake?”

He looked back up at you, seeing the confusion written on your face. He wanted you so much more than he could describe, in every way possible. Yet there was still a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him it was a huge risk, and in all honesty, he knew that it was. He also knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle being around you as much as he had been if he forced himself to keep things professional. He wasn’t even sure he could actually be successful in doing that.

“I probably should’ve said this a while ago, and I know it’s shitty of me that I didn’t. I wasn’t thinking and that’s my fault. I just feel like before I do anything else, before we do anything else, I need to be completely transparent.”

He’d never been this serious with you, and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. You replayed his words in your head a few times, suddenly filled with anxiety and nausea. You stepped away from him and put your hands up between the two of you.

“Jake… please do not tell me you’re married.” You were probably shaking like a chihuahua. You refused to be a home wrecker. God a married man screwing around with his student?? That would be awful, so terribly awful. You’d feel like shit. Granted you’ve never seen him wear a wedding band, though he does wear a lot of r-

“Married?? What?? No, I’m not married.Why would you- oh. Okay, I could have phrased that way better than I did, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He moved closer to you and took your hands in his, both of you looking down at where you were connected.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, how often I think about you. How many times I’ve had to stop myself from tossing you over my desk in that classroom and fucking the daylights out of you in front of every other student.” You shuddered at his confession. You had a feeling that was likely the case, but hearing the confirmation was exhilarating.

“But you have to understand how much is at risk if someone finds out about this.” You weren’t sure this was even a thing yet, but you elected to not interrupt him. “I could lose my job, you could get expelled. Someone could twist it and say that I took advantage of you. I don’t want any of that to happen to either of us.”

“Jake, if you don't want to risk it, I understand. I wouldn't blame you at all.” It would suck, sure, but you didn't want to completely fuck over his - or your - entire life.

He pulled you into him, not a single inch separating your bodies. He moved your hair over your shoulder, taking a brief pause to play with one of the curls. Taking advantage of the now fully unobstructed expanse of your throat, he bent down to trail kisses along the skin. His lips felt like electricity on your body and you couldn't get enough of it, lopping your fingers around the belt loops of his pants to keep him close. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth ran dry, soft sighs tumbling out from between your own lips. Lips that were begging to be on his.

“Oh angel. Haven't I shown you just how much I want you? Haven't I been horrendously obvious?” You smiled as he continued kissing your throat, moving up to nip at your earlobe.

You pushed him away, just briefly, to look into his eyes. “You might have to show a bit more Jake. I’m not sure I fully got the message.”

Excitement flashed in his eyes and without another thought, his lips crashed against yours. You both sighed and relaxed into the kiss, as if you were both on edge just waiting for this very moment. Truth be told, you both were. Your hands wrapped around his neck while his moved to pick you up from under your ass.

Mumbling against your lips, he commanded, “jump” and you did just that. Jake cleared off his desk, shoving the papers and books to the floor without hesitation, and sat you on top of the polished wood.

You didn't have it in you to take things slow, so without breaking the kiss you grabbed his shirt from where it buttoned up and tugged as hard as you could, sending the buttons flying across the room. He groaned in response and you finally moved to feel his bare chest. So warm, just like you remembered.

Jake unzipped your skirt and slid it off your body with ease. He then moved down, breaking the kiss to your dismay, and unclasped your bodysuit, immediately ridding it from your body as well. At that point you were left in your tights, your boots, and a brand new black lace lingerie set that you may or may not have purchased with a certain professor in mind.

He tossed his head back and moaned. “You're going to be the fucking death of me.” The way your breasts were practically pouring out of the bra sent him reeling. On a different day when he didn't feel like a feral animal he’d take more time to appreciate every inch of you. But today was certainly not one of those days, and Jake borderline ripped the fabric from your body. He needed to see you exposed in front of him, and god, what a sight you were.

His lips attached to one of your breasts, sucking and biting so perfectly. One of his hands came down to massage the other, while his free hand moved down to finally touch you without the barrier of clothing. Two of his fingers slipped between your folds and you both moaned loudly.

“Shit, you're fucking soaked. Who made you this wet baby? Tell me.” His fingers felt incredible, but you needed so much more. As if he could read your mind, Jake inserted those fingers into your dripping heat and curled them with expert precision.

You threw your head back and moaned, words being nearly impossible to form. “Y-you, Jake. Fuck, don’t stop.” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed by how quickly you were reaching your climax. You’d been so worked up from the tension alone that by the time Jake was actually touching you, you were putty in his hands, and he knew it too.

“Won’t stop baby. Wanna see you cum all over my fingers. Come on sweetheart, give it to me.” His voice was like the finest silk, and your body immediately responded to his command, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Once you had calmed down enough, you moved to kneel in front of Jake, your hands already reaching for his belt, but he stopped you and shook his head. You looked up at him in confusion.

“Believe me, I’d love to shove my cock into that gorgeous mouth and watch you choke on it, but I need to fuck you right now.” Your body shook at his filthy words, wanting nothing more than to hear him continue speaking. It wouldn’t be shocking at all if he could get you off with just his words alone. Maybe you’d try to test that out one day.

You nodded and brought your hands back to his belt, quickly undoing it, along with the button and zipper of his pants. He chuckled at your eagerness but pushed his pants down and spun you around to bend you over his desk. His hands caressed your body with a softness that would surely juxtapose his next actions. Jake spread you open and glided his fingers through your pussy a few more times before spreading the wetness that had accumulated on his fingers over his cock. He was throbbing and needed to be inside you so badly, he thought if he didn’t fuck you he’d explode.

Not wasting anymore time, Jake sheathed himself fully inside of you, collapsing onto your back and taking deep breaths for a moment before collecting himself, pushing up, and beginning to fuck into you mercilessly. The sounds coming from both of your mouths, as well as skin slapping harshly against skin, were bouncing off the walls. All you knew was him, all you could think about was him. Just Jake and how fucking incredible he felt. The stretch was delicious and you welcomed the minor sting of pain, one that quickly dissolved into sheer pleasure.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking amazing wrapped around me.” He moaned out. He grabbed your hair and pulled you back, the new angle making you scream. He licked a stripe up your neck and bit your ear lobe before biting it gently. “God, you’re taking my cock so fucking well sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head at his words, pussy clenching around him. He groaned in your ear. “Don’t do that sweetheart, don’t fucking- fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Clenching again, you smirked, knowing he couldn’t see it due to your current position. You heard him scoff in response, a sound that was cut off by his own whiny moan.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to cum? Such a desperate little slut. Come on baby, beg for my fucking cum.”

Jake’s pace picked up, his thrusts pushing you harder into the desk you were leaning on. You felt your second orgasm coming and knew it wouldn’t take much before you reached that peak again. You opened your mouth to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear, but you were cut off by the feeling of his fingers reaching around to rub quick circles over your clit. The only sounds coming out of you were screams of his name and an assortment of curses as you came around him.

He felt animalistic, a low growl booming from his chest at the sound of his name falling off your perfect lips. It was the greatest thing Jake had ever heard in his life and he knew he’d be doing whatever he could after this to hear that beautiful noise over and over.

“Come on Jake, pl-please. Need it so badly, want you to cum. Please, Jake. Please!” You’d beg as much as he wanted, but you could tell he was close, his dick twitching inside of you and his thrusts losing their rhythm.

“Shit, yeah. Gonna cum. So good, so fucking good.” You felt Jake move to pull out and you reached back to grab his wrist, turning to face him and shaking your head.

“Inside.” His head dropped at the simple demand. You really would be the death of him.

“Fucking hell, yeah, yeah okay. Fuck okay.” His voice came out as a raspy whisper, even he was too fucked out to properly speak. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum.”

With just a few more thrusts, you felt him spill inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling. Jake slumped over you once he was done riding out his orgasm, both of you completely spent and out of breath. After a minute, he lifted himself up, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and pulling out. You stood up, moving to walk over to where your clothing had been thrown, but faltering as your legs buckled under you.

Jake reached out to grab your arm and hold you steady, chuckling a bit. You scowled at him, poking his chest. “Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.”

His laugh only got louder at your accusation. “You’re right. I’m sorry for fucking you senseless and making it hard for you to walk. It’ll never happen again.”

This time you stared at him, masking your worry with a raised brow as if to question if he meant those words. He raised his hands in the air.

“That was a joke, I promise.”

“It better be.”

“Trust me, I’m not done with you. Now get dressed, we’re going back to my place.”

You rushed to put your clothing back on as he did the same. “Round two?” You asked, hoping the answer would be yes. Sure, you could barely move, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

He smirked, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards the door. “And three, if you can handle it.”

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anxiouslyfred · 3 years

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Edited Lesson Plans

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 5 prompt ‘School’

Summary: The science experiments Remus includes in his lessons baffle most of the staff for how he’s able to get them past health and safety concerns. Virgil is just glad he hasn’t been questioned over stealing the plans to add precautions to them yet.

Warnings: elusions to chemical accidents, vauge mentions of bad lab safety, explosion mentions

/\/\/\

“Again? He's managed to get these major experiments in his work plan again?”

“Who the hell is he bribing to be allowed to do this stuff? Even I couldn't get a risk assessment thorough enough to do these things!”

“Remus has to be like dating the headmasters daughter. That's the only way Mr stick-up-his-arse Read would be letting him do these experiments. They're just too dangerous.”

“I think that's why Remus is doing them. Have you seen him mope when one is rejected?”

The talk in the staff room had once again returned to Mr Remus Cethalapod as the lessons plans and class schedules were shared among the teams, including the weeks where teachers should expect delays from students leaving specific classes. Virgil was sat working on fine tuning his own quietly, listening in, but never expected to join in with their talk.

That was the other certainty he knew the other teachers and faculty held, Remus would include science experiments no sane person would demonstrate to their teenage students, and Virgil would only speak up about issues with lesson plans if he saw classes overlapping with his that could be risky. The only exception to his demands to see the risk assessments were Remus's despite those classes following or precluding his own most often.

He smirked, making a few quick notes on a plan for the woodworking module. If the class picked up the skills in a different time period to expected a few classes might be moved around which would help with when Remus had chosen one of the few repeated experiments to be done.

“What is up, Bitches! Have I convinced any of you to give up repeating the same old plans and get something interesting in those classes?” Remus yelled, barging in to check the schedules for next semester.

“Why would we need to include something interesting when your lesson plans could well blow up the school?” Nate scoffed, shaking his head, and clearly unhappy that his classroom designation for the next semester was beside Remus's.

Virgil was tempted to speak up at that, defend his risk assessments except he wouldn't even acknowledge to Remus that he'd regularly steal the other teacher's lesson plans to make sure they're safe, or at a minimum have all possible and extremely necessary safety measures in place. He was certain that his input was known about though.

Remus just beamed at the veiled criticism. “My fairy health and safety agent says every class I do is safe as long as I follow the purple ink. Can you say the same?”

“You're creating fantasy creatures? You're meant to be a science teacher!” Nate's protesting was cut off as the first school bus arrived and everyone refocused back on this semester rather than the next.

/VR\

Teaching Engineering and Resistant materials had always been Virgil's main interest, and a lot of that relied on science not only to improve and progress but to remain safe for the people who practised it. Getting a few journals on Chemistry added to his reading list wasn't too difficult to do after Virgil first met Remus.

He'd loved the passion and energy when he'd heard Mr Cethalapod teaching during a free period in the first year they'd worked together at the school. Discovering that the class had been mixing dangerous chemicals without enough safety precautions however had him basically panicking for 20 minutes before he forced himself calm if only to focus on his next class and the teenagers about to be playing with fire as much as soldering some metal together could be called that.

After that day Virgil would steal Remus's lesson plans, originally just to satisfy himself that they wouldn't be putting students or teacher in danger, but all too soon he was adding sheets with safety instructions and getting risk assessments filled out. Enough of the things he did could cross over, although temperatures in chemistry got higher than they ever would in resistant materials and the chemical element rarely impacted engineering to the degree it would of course inspire a chemistry class.

Remus even seemed to accommodate his lesson plans getting stolen, once when they were first written, once soon before the start of each subject and finally the week before he'd teach the class. When Virgil had first realised that pattern had been deliberately made he tried to hide more, put the things back exactly as he'd found them, terrified there'd be some consequence for his interfering. Remus had after all once made a class where a parent had complained over his teaching style only read their books for a term, conducting the experiments he'd planned to show or have them do silently at the front of class, and another time brought in a mobile lab so he could walk his class around behind the PE class after the teachers were disparaging his class loudly at the end of the day.

Instead nothing had happened, except occasionally his additions would have more corrections added. Of course the corrections were usually only on the severity of the injuries that could occur if one of the safety risks wasn't followed, but it was an acceptance of his guidelines regardless. Even Virgil's students had mentioned feeling calmer and safer during experiments with Remus bringing new precautions in, all of which had been his own additions.

Honestly, being called a 'fairy health and safety agent' had Virgil snickering for the rest of his day. He had the powers of magic and way too much fear on his side and with it would save the school from dangerous experiments. That sounded like a lot more fun than screaming and lecturing the headmaster whenever one of the other teachers blatantly failed to follow even the basic health and safety precautions.

When Virgil gets the lesson plans at the end of that week a tiny part of him was tempted to put fairy wings on of something while taking them. He wouldn't do that for fear of having to explain why if another teacher spotted him, but it was a thought.

A thought that vanished along with everything else that night when in green highlighter, covering the last page of lesson plans Remus had scrawled

Dear H&S Fairy, I'll clap all the times I can to make sure you exist if only you come with me on a date next Friday. Love and other Goopy Stuffs, Remus xoxoxo

Please, Virgil could only pray, please say Remus actually had figured out he was the one doing these plans, because he wanted, but could not face turning up only to find out Remus thought it was some other teacher or administrator.

Before he could worry about that any further he scribbled a reply just underneath the note, signed with a doodle of a fairy.

/VR\

Now it wasn't that Remus had forgotten asking the Engineering teacher out on his lesson plans, or that he hadn't seen the response once they were returned to his desk. It's that he absolutely hated planning ahead any more than was necessary and his dreams were just of inspiration striking for the perfect date the minute they met up at his car.

Only as he was setting out the lesson and getting the students ready to carry it out did he finally think that someone so concerned with safety they'd steal his lesson plans might actually feel better if he had a plan in place. Remus couldn't exactly create a plan while teaching though, so it really would just be up to the evening and the thoughts it might bring to do.

He couldn't imagine a date being as full of risk as playing with low level acids though.

Virgil was already leant against Remus's car by the time he reached it and all Remus could do was beam. “I actually got it right! Damn, and Mr Read always says I can't figure out anything except explosions.”

“Glad to be who you wanted, should I even ask if you have a plan for tonight or just accept you're making this up as we go along?” Virgil snorted, pushing himself up as Remus rounded the car.

“I can at least guarantee lower chances of injury than I might find if you weren't with me.” Remus countered.

Perhaps they'd only really communicated via lesson plans and occasionally crossing paths around the school up until this point, but Remus couldn't wait to see where this first date might take them.

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gwoongi · 4 years

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best years

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: best friend au, bff-to-lovers au, fluff, angst, guk is pining rating: general words: 2.6k warnings: its a short little fic, sort of like one chunk of a big chocolate bar and im gonna slowly feed u one chunk at a time until you’re sick and full a/n: a squint into the mind of bff jeongguk who will star in an eventual “idol best friend” series that i routinely dream about but have always felt it disrespectful to write about but at the end of the day everything i write is fiction and jeongguk would probably be less offended by a “canon divergence bff au” than he would reading my drug addicted rockstar au so :-) read it & weep folks

Jeongguk’s always been scared of the rejection he might receive from you. He might be a dream for fans across the world, but there’s a split second where Jeongguk feels like he might not be good enough for you. He’s the world to other people. But you deserve the whole galaxy, and he’s afraid that’s something that he might not ever be, even with the money, and the fame, and the doubts he tries to hide.

Jeongguk was taking a pretty big risk, he knew that. It was risky taking any step out of his house at any moment, even on the days where it was pouring outside; he’d think he was safe until he made it to the end of the road, earphones snug in his ears, and the flash of a camera behind the shrubs in the corner of his eye blinds him back to his front door in a twisted shame.

Granted, he’d expected it to be worse as he booked a plane ticket and made a rather hasty, in-the-moment journey to the airport and on a plane with no layover. Usually when Jeongguk takes a journey overseas, there’s at least one or two fans hiding in the corner of the suites waiting for him, or someone on the plane who’d recognise his face. For this, he’d suck it up and take a photo. It was better to have good PR, and be a little bit pissed off that he’d been discovered, than to have bad PR and to be known as the member of BTS who didn’t give a damn when the ‘real’ reasons for travel were taken away.

But Jeongguk thought the risk was worth it this time. The plane touched down in Manchester, and from there, it was an hour long train journey to a station he didn’t know anything about to meet a friend of yours he’d only seen in Instagram pictures. You were at University now, a face he saw on a screen rather than a face he quite literally woke up next to months before. It had been four months since Jeongguk had seen his true best friend, and fuck anybody who was going to make him wait a second longer before seeing you again.

You were his greatest risk, but it was worth it. You were worth it.

“Fuck, it’s insane to actually be meeting you right now.” Frank is a good guy, ginger with circle glasses rested on the end of his roundish nose. He led Jeongguk out of the train station, offering to pull his suitcase for him. “I mean, I’m a huge fan.” Followed by a sigh and a quiet, “Who isn’t…?”

Jeongguk smiled at him, squinting in the sun as it hit his eyes in the direction of Frank’s face. “Thanks. I hear a lot about you, too.”

Frank grinned, whipping his head towards Jeongguk. “All sexy and scandalous things, I hope. You know, none of us believed Y/N when she said she knew you. We thought the pictures were Photoshopped, you know how she is.” They both paused by the side of the road going one way only, “Shit, she’s gonna freak out when she sees you.”

That was three minutes ago, but Jeongguk’s still playing that sentence on a loop. He walks alongside Frank down one of the streets, past a redundant furniture store that quirks his brows. A man stands in the doorway, a cigarette out of his mouth and ash dropping to his toes bare in sandals. It smells like doughnuts, and weed, and he smiles brightly. He’s missed the UK, and how unbelievably shockingly awful it is when you’re not looking at picturesque photos of London online.

“I thought you’d know that Y/N’s my best friend,” Jeongguk says thoughtfully. He pauses as Frank does as a car zooms past when they’re about to cross. “I mean, people know. The photos got leaked, all of them.”

“Hey, give me a break,” Frank says dramatically. “I only became a fan three months ago. And yeah, I figured. Finally, I understood why all the white girls studying Korean here wanted photographs with her and to be her best friend…”

Jeongguk frowns. “Is it bad? She doesn’t tell me this stuff on the phone. I mean, they go crazy on Twitter when she posts pictures and we interact, but I didn’t…”

Frank shakes his head and grins at Jeongguk until the words die out. “Nah, don’t panic. It’s not that bad. If anything, she might get a kick out of the fame. Trust, there’s always gonna be the girls who hate her because she’s friends with you and that’s like, what, threatening to their fantasy? But she loves you a lot, and a friendship like yours...it’s kinda like family, you know?”

Jeongguk feels his stomach flip, kind of like butterflies. These butterflies are sour, his heart racing that extra bit quicker. He likes the sound of family. He doesn’t like the way Frank implies it, because if Jeongguk is ever going to consider you as family, it won’t be as his sister. You’ve never been his sister, even when you were part of his family growing up. There were times you came to all of his Korean family events, the times his family called you their own, but you were never his sister. It was different to that, you both knew it but never acknowledged it.

Frank makes small talk until they make it to the student accomodation you currently live at, and because Frank knows basically everybody, a student comes to the gate to let them both in. They’re nice, big and pretty-skinned, wearing an Aston Villa shirt that Jeongguk remembers looks a lot like your Dad’s back in the day. Might be the same, might be a vintage.

He smiles at him, because maybe this guy knows Jeongguk, but the guy just turns back into the common room and doesn’t come out again. Frank doesn’t live here, he lives in a flat of his own around the corner, but Frank might as well be a resident here. He lets himself in towards the lift and shoots a text to one of your flatmates.

“Apparently she’s in the shower,” Frank says casually. He locks his phone, taps his foot as the lift rises, “Let’s hope she doesn’t stride out completely stark naked as you’re in there.”

He almost blushes, “Ha, yeah.” He declines to mention the times you two have showered together, the time you went skinny dipping together when you were fifteen. Those were things that might end up getting misunderstood, and those are his memories he’d like to keep hidden and secret. He says nothing, nothing but a thank you when he enters your flat with Frank and takes a different turn to the left as Frank goes right, towards the kitchen.

Your room is at the very end, your name on the door in stickers from a set you got from the 99p store, and from inside, he hears the music in the bathroom. The door opens silently and closes with the same volume, and Jeongguk manages to wheel his suitcase to the end of the bed and plonks himself down. As expected from pixels on the screen, your room looks better in person- white walls and a bed set that’s white with a peony pattern. Above your desk, Jeongguk recognises all your photos together, new polaroids of you and the friends you’ve made at University who Jeongguk always felt kind of threatened by. He smiles to himself, and rests his neck at a strange angle against the wall your bed is literally attached to. From here, he can see the bathroom door in the mirror on the opposite wall, but he knows you’ll only see his feet when you come out.

Speaking of which; the Fleetwood Mac song ends suddenly and the shower water has stopped running. Jeongguk hears the toilet flush and his heart starts to race. Four months of falling asleep on Facetime and texting when there was no time left in the day, and now, here he is, on your bed, waiting for you to step out and...and, then what?

Maybe you didn’t even want him here. Maybe you were happier now that Jeongguk was in Korea and you were still at home, in a new city with new friends and a new life. Maybe the memory of Jeongguk was burdensome. Worse, maybe he was something you felt you had to remember but didn’t really want to.

The bathroom door opens and in two seconds, the light is shut off and he hears you sigh.

“Frank, you gotta stop letting yourself in here without telling me,” your voice says. “Good thing I’m semi-decent. Usually I’m not.”

“No fun,” Jeongguk teases, and silence follows. There’s a pause in the room, and Jeongguk cocks his head with his left cheek on his shoulder, waiting for you to click and appear in front of him. Suddenly, there’s small but quick thuds across the carpet and Jeongguk feels his chest tighten with a nostalgic feeling as you come into view with wide eyes, damp hair and nothing but a bra and those stupid black worn leggings you refuse to throw out.

The grin that reaches Jeongguk’s eyes now aches as he laughs at you, at the way you gape in his presence. It takes a moment, a moment of what feels like could be the rejection that Jeongguk absolutely fears, but then you smile so wide that Jeongguk feels it in his stomach.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you hurry towards the bed. It dips beneath your knees and Jeongguk rises up to a sitting position. “What the fuck!”

He laughs out loud, and when you’re next to nothing away, Jeongguk wastes zero time in bringing you into his arms, tightly hugging you.

“Careful, my hair’s all wet,” you squeak.

“Don’t care.”

He really doesn’t. There’s probably going to be a damp spot on his clothes after, but that’s okay. You groan loudly with happiness as you hug him in return as tightly as he is hugging you, your weight on his lap and your arms around his neck. Jeongguk smiles so wide, sighing with content into your neck. Here, he smells the marshmallow wash on your skin, the fragrance of your hair that kind of reminds Jeongguk of cabbage patch babies.

“You smell good,” he mutters. You laugh quietly, squirming when his nose sniffs across your neck like one would kiss. “I don’t.”

“You do, you always smell good,” you reply. One sniff, he laughs, “See!”

“Mmm,” he plays along, “the sweet smell of planes and trains and jetlag.”

That makes you laugh, and at the mention of jetlag, Jeongguk realises he could probably fall asleep like this given the chance. He has missed this, missed you, so fucking much. The emotions are overwhelming.

Jeongguk kisses behind your earlobe, and just underneath your jaw. That’s new. Jeongguk was a cheek-kiss kind of best friend, but never this. You’re not complaining. Your head drops to one side, almost giving him more access to the space free, and he occupies it. Those fucking butterflies; Jeongguk feels sick with nerves as he kisses you, under your chin and across your neck, on that spot on your collarbone you found out tickled after Seven Minutes in Heaven in Year 8. Maybe your fingernails in his hair are a way of you telling him to stop- it’s something he can think about tonight if he can’t fall asleep, something he doesn’t care to think about when he kisses on your actual jawline, to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your cupid's bow.

He moves away with a blush that matches your own, but maybe you can’t see his in the colour of your fairy lights. He plays with the confusion as he moves the hair that's across your face around your ears, smiling and raising his eyebrows. Jeongguk convinces the role of casual to perfection and bites back a sour taste when he notices you’re the same. Casual, unmoved, maybe even like it didn’t mean a thing.

“Your hair is so fucking wet,” he sniggers boyishly.

“I told you,” you shrug. You shrink, relaxed, “Fuck, Guk, why are you here? I mean, I’m literally so happy, but...Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”

“I dunno,” he admits. “Maybe, probably. I mean...the guys know I’m here. Hoseok drove me to the airport with Jimin.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Jeongguk sighs loudly. “Yeah, I know. Frank told me all about the girls.”

“Little fucker. Is he here? I’ll punch him for mentioning it to you. It’s honestly fine. Girls will be girls.”

“You’re my best friend for life, it’s important to me that you’re not uncomfortable by it-”

“I’m not,” you assure him, hands trapped in his hair. “Damn, this got long. Didn’t look long over the phone.”

“Was growing it out,” Jeongguk replies. “Heard you fancied Keanu Reeves, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“Ha!” you retort. “Simp.”

“For you,” frowns Jeongguk dramatically.

Conversation fizzles comfortably, to the point where you both forget that Jeongguk’s underneath you and your legs are wrapped like a koala around his middle. The fact that this is normality for you both is ignored. You’ve done worse things together. Jeongguk even knows that the bra you’re wearing now is one he bought for you. That could be why Jeongguk feels the way that he does, why this confusion wraps around his body and traps him. Jeongguk knows that the butterflies in his stomach don’t just appear because you’re his best friend he hasn’t seen in a while. He knows what they mean when they flutter when your name pops up when you’re calling him, when an interviewer tries to catch him out by bringing you up in another interview that you don’t need to be mentioned in.

Jeongguk knows that coming here was worth the confusion, and the nerves, and the fact that this will be a headline when it gets out. JEON JUNGKOOK GOES TO UK TO VISIT HIS BEST FRIEND...BUT ARE THEY MORE? Or worse, NETIZENS HAVE PROOF THAT BTS JUNGKOOK IS DATING HIS BEST FRIEND Y/N…

He doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s how he feels scared. For you to be scandalised by an article online that caught him out in his feelings, he knew it wasn’t fair. Jeongguk might be too afraid to say he’s in love, and too afraid to find out if you feel it too, but he’d risk those feelings and the headlines if it meant spending one more day with you.

Jeongguk’s got a week and a half with you. Something’s gotta give within this week. He doesn’t want to go back to Korea with more regrets than he came with, and for now, he’ll just have to swallow those butterflies back down when they pour out of his mouth. Right now, he can’t afford to be caught out. It has to be known on his own terms, when the timing is perfect. It has to be perfect, because it’s what you deserve. It has to be perfect, because if it isn’t, then Jeongguk doesn’t think it will be worth it.

Losing you to a headline and a butterfly is out of the question. One tries to escape when you hop off him and shrug on a jumper from out of your wardrobe. If you noticed his unease you didn’t mention it. He wants to cry, wants the confusion to go away for the night so he can enjoy it.

Fuck.

For now, he thinks as he follows you with an arm around your shoulders out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to meet the others, he’ll just have to fake it til he makes it. Just like always. Put on a face, put on a show, until it all feels worth the spillage. He can’t let the butterflies escape yet.

It has to be perfect, and he’ll have to be patient.

#jeongguk scenario #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts #bts scenario #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeongguk #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk imagine #jeon jungkook #jjk #jeon jeongguk #bts x reader #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #best friend au #idk what this is its shit

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sapphirewolf1122 · 4 years

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Eat a Dick

Summary: You buy Bakugo a very special present for his birthday

Word Count: 1,294

A/N: Where’d you all come from yesterday? I had a huge jump in followers and notes and idk if y’all just knew that I was having a bad night but you definitely cheered me up. So thank you!

As the guys around you yelled loudly, you checked your phone to see that it was already 10:35 at night. The time had come.

You were at Bakugo’s apartment, having a little birthday get-together for the explosive hero. Despite his protests that he didn’t care about celebrating, the Bakusquad couldn’t let him get off that easy and had thrown him a small party at his place. They’d even invited Deku and Todoroki. And though he tried to hide it, you could tell that he was having fun. But there was still one more surprise that you had to give him.

Getting up from your seat, you went to the kitchen, asking if anybody wanted more drinks as you did. Several chimed for some more beers; Mina wanted one of the fruity whiskey drinks that you’d brought. Acknowledging the requests, you grabbed the drinks, along with a medium-sized package that you had neatly gift-wrapped in Ground Zero wrapping paper.

Trying to keep your grin from getting too big, you went back to the rowdy group, who were currently playing a large game of jenga; the blocks had compartments for jell-o shots. Not every day a hero turns 20.

Passing out the drinks, you stopped at Bakugo and held out the gift to him. “Looks like we missed a gift earlier,” you said sweetly.

The ash-blonde scowled, his face blushed slightly from the alcohol. “I fucking told you idiots no presents.”

“You also told us no party and look where that got you,” interjected Mina, taking a swig from her drink.

His scowl only getting deeper, the ash-blonde took the present from you. “Was the wrapping paper really necessary?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now stop your griping and just open the damn thing.” You walked back to your seat at the table.

“Damn Bakugo, you just let anybody talk to you like that?” smirked Kaminari, earning himself a pillow to the face.

“Shut the fuck up, Dunce Face.” With that, the ash-blonde finally started tearing the paper open to reveal the package underneath.

“You really couldn’t bother to take it out of its original packaging?” complained Bakugo. A typical mailing bag laid in his lap, though it was clear that a box lay inside of it.

Struggling to contain your giggling, you shook your head vehemently. “Noooope. I like to watch people have to work for their gifts.”

Bakugo shot a glare at you but was encouraged by Kirishima, who playfully punched him in the arm. “Come on Bakubro, just see what it is. Do you need a pair of scissors?”

“No, there’s an easy tear in the side of the package,” murmured the explosive blonde. He reached out and gripped the package, his strong arms ripping it open with ease.

With a burst of color, a stream of what appeared to be glitter or confetti sprayed everywhere, covering Bakugo and everyone around him. You had managed to create a safe distance between yourself and the danger zone but the rest of the group weren’t so lucky. Mina and Kaminari leapt back, knocking over the jenga tower, while Kirishima, Sero, Midoryia, and Todoroki took it like men.

Once it had settled, you could see the look of shock on Bakugo’s face. Picking up a piece of purple confetti, he inspected it closely. “Is this a fucking dick?”

No longer bothering to hide your grin, you said, “Yup, they all are.”

There was a moment while everyone inspected their own pieces of confetti before Mina let out a loud squeal and the whole room burst into laughter, except from the birthday boy, Todoroki, and Midoryia.

Todoroki was still inspecting the confetti with some interest, while Midoryia turned bright red, seemingly at a loss for words. Bakugo was just glaring at you.

Locking eyes with the explosive blonde, you said, “Keep going, that’s not even the best part.” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed as Midoryia stuttered, “Th-there’s more?”

Still staring Bakugo down, you simply replied with a cheerful, “Yuuuuup.”

Not one to back down from a challenge, Bakugo reached into the bag and pulled out a black box. Opening it slowly so as to be prepared for anymore explosions, he revealed a large chocolate dick inside. Written on the top of the inside in big, bold letters was, “Eat a Dick.”

Without looking up, the blonde picked up the dick from inside of the box, inspecting it closely much like he had with the confetti. The room was silent as everyone waited for his reaction.

He didn’t say a word as he stood up, chocolate dick still in hand. Calmly, he began approaching you. As he got closer, you could feel your heart rate start to go up; a calm Bakugo was a scary Bakugo. Had you gone too far? You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Maybe the gummy dicks would have been better…

Once at the table, Bakugo placed the chocolate dick upright in front of you. It was about six inches long, with a thickness of about five inches. Bending down so that he was eye level with you, one hand still holding firmly onto the base of the balls, Bakugo smirked at you. His red-eyes glittered with pure joy and malice.

“It would be rude of me to refuse a gift after you put so much thought into it. Let me show you just how much I appreciate it.”

Moving his face next to the candy appendage, the blonde placed his mouth to the head and licked the tip, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Without breaking stride, he ran his tongue along the length of it, stopping at the base to do some work there that you found rather impressive considering how inflexible the balls were.

Despite your abject horror, you couldn’t make yourself look away. You didn’t notice that your mouth had dropped open. As you watched him work the appendage with a level of skill you never imagined he possessed, you felt yourself begin to tingle and shivers began to run through your body. You shifted slightly as you tried to maintain control.

He was now running his tongue back up the shaft, to the head. Still maintaining eye contact with you, he brought his lips to the tip, kissing it gently. Your mind wondered at what it would feel like to have those lips caress you like that. Yet another shiver went through your body as you watched him fit the whole length of the dick into his mouth, right down the balls.

As Bakugo slid back up, he dragged his teeth, leaving grooves in the chocolate. A trail of saliva stretched from his mouth to the head as he rose and then went back down. But this time, he stopped halfway.

Staring straight into your eyes, you only had a moment to register the evil glint in the blonde’s before he bit down. Hard. Behind him, all the men present flinched in unison at the sound of the chocolate crunching.

Standing up straight with a self-satisfied look as he finished chewing, Bakugo said, “Thanks for remembering I like dark chocolate.” All you could do was gape.

“Though next time, give me more of a challenge.” Your breath hitched.

The blonde walked away with a triumphant smirk, a smear of melted chocolate on his lips as he sucked on his fingers one-by-one. He left the other half of the broken penis on the table.

You found yourself still shivering as you watched him walk into the bathroom down the hall, presumably to wash up.

The room was silent for several shocked moments before Kirishima spoke in a gravelly voice. “Is it bad that I was incredibly turned on by that?” You heard Midoryia squeak in surprise.

You couldn’t help but agree with both.

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A/N2: Anybody heard of Dicks by Mail? Well, they’re who inspired this. Hope y’all liked it; sorry if it’s not very good, I don’t have a lot of practice writing this kind of stuff.

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Words: 4,059 Warnings: Death Mention, Doctor Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Foster Care Issues, Anxiety Attack, Bad Self-Image, Bad Self-Talk, Self-Hatred, Stealing/Theft, Desire to be Punished, Food Issues Characters: Roman, Patton, Thomas, Virgil Universe: Dreaming While I Wake Genre: Angst/Family

Chapter 16

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

“Are you doing okay, kiddo?” Patton asked, sitting across the couch and looking at him with those damned kind eyes. Roman didn’t respond. He didn’t feel like he could even form the words without breaking apart. He didn’t even want to think about how not all right he was at the moment, much less articulate it. Patton seemed to get the picture after a lengthy pause, because he changed the subject. “So what were you looking to buy that you wanted a job for?” Patton asked politely. “If you need to sign it, just hold up the letters long enough that I can read it,” Patton added after a prolonged moment of silence. Roman held up his hand to sign the letters, but kept a hold of the glass of water between his legs with the other hand and didn’t look away from focusing on the melting ice cubes in the water.

“D…S…? Is that right?” Patton said, sounding very confused. After a moment it seemed to click with him. “Like the Nintendo? Kiddo, I think Tomathy had one in his office he doesn’t use,” Patton said plainly, sounding like he shifted on the couch. “I don’t think he’d care if you wanted to borrow it. What game did you want to play on it?” Roman looked up and scrunched up his face, trying to remember that one what had dragons and farming one of his old friends really liked. It took a minute, but he eventually raised his hand to sign the letters. “R-u-n-e-f-a-c-t-o-r-y? What’s that? F-a-r-m? Oh, one of those farming games? Did you want to play something relaxing?” Roman nodded and signed yes. Patton smiled lightly, but his eyes were still laced with concern. As long as he didn’t vocally acknowledge it right now. Roman signed why he wanted to play it. “B-e-d? Not in bed, I hope. B-4? Oh, before. I don’t think Thomas has that one,” Roman shrugged. He was intending to save up for a DS in the first place, buying the game was assumed.

“Thomas doesn’t have what?” Thomas asked, coming back down the stairs. He didn’t look too distressed, so hopefully that meant Virgil was okay. Part of him wanted to ask, but that meant that meant he had to acknowledge it as his fault and that he also wasn’t okay and Roman wasn’t capable of doing that at the moment.

“Run-e… factory, I think? Roman wanted to play it to calm down before bed,” Patton explained and nodded to Roman.

“Runny Factory?” Thomas asked, making a baffled expression and looked to Roman. Roman spelled rune again for him. “Oh! Rune Factory! No, I don’t have that. That’s a fantasy game, right? I’ve heard good things about it, the storyline and music are supposed to be superb,” Thomas said and Roman nodded silently. He just liked the fantasy element and thought breaking up the farming with monster murder would be more interesting than just farming. Breaking up the monster murder with something laid back also seemed cool. He took a deep breath and sipped his water again. His throat was still so tight it hurt a little going down, but he was feeling like maybe he could continue to be okay as long as nobody made him think about himself. “Hey, uh, Roman, did you know?” Thomas asked a little awkwardly and Roman looked up at him in confusion. “About… Virgil?” Thomas finished. Roman put the glass of water between his legs to free up his hand.

‘What about him?’ Roman signed.

“Are you having trouble talking? I’m not any further than learning the alphabet yet, I’m sorry,” Thomas said, sitting next to Thomas. Roman motioned for him to come closer and Thomas complied and leaned in.

“Know what?” Roman whispered. He could mange whispering right now. He was just trying his damnedest not to break down again. He was not stuck in the shitty boat Virgil was. He picked back up his water cup and held it with both hands.

“That maybe he also has PTSD from… other homes?” Thomas asked softly, looking disconcerted.

“What do you mean also?” Roman whispered.

“The ER doctor thinks you have it. Do you remember being in the ER?” Thomas asked, sounding concerned.

“Not much,” Roman said under his breath. This was going into territory Roman wasn’t so comfortable in.

“There’s stuff about PTSD I guess we didn’t realize until now, I guess. Like that it wasn’t just about certain triggers,” Thomas clarified. “Did he say anything to you?” Thomas asked with concern.

“He might have mentioned it,” Roman whispered. “He noticed I was… worried about you guys hitting me and he told me I was safe. Then explained that it’s why he noticed. He implied he didn’t like talking about it. I kind of agree with him,” He admitted. He didn’t want to talk about it right now, for sure, but talking about it any time wasn’t ideal.

“I wish one of you would have told us, but I can’t fault you for not wanting to think about it,” Thomas looked frustrated for a moment, but his face softened again when he saw Roman back up slightly. “Have you heard of age regression?” Thomas asked. That seemed out of the blue. It baffled Roman enough that he no longer was shying away from Thomas.

“That’s that thing perverts do, isn’t it?” Roman asked quietly and raised an eyebrow at Thomas, a little confused on why he would bring it up.

“What?” Thomas looked just as bewildered as Roman felt. “Oh, I hate having to google these things,” He muttered. “Not that. This is medical,” Thomas said more clearly and sighed, shaking his head. Oh, well, that’s good, maybe? “Sometimes certain triggers can cause age regression in PTSD patients. Do you know how I know how I know you had a gun pulled on you?” Thomas asked, looking like he was examining Roman now. It unnerved him a bit.

“No,” Roman muttered, watching Thomas nervously in return and gripping the cold glass firmly.

“Because you told me. You were a very mouthy 13-year-old. You also thought I was Satan for a bit,” Thomas said, sounding kind of amused. Roman stared at him for a moment while he processed what Thomas said. When he realized he that he might have cussed out Thomas, his eyes widened and he shut them tight, trying to to freak out. Thomas didn’t deserve his defensive bullshit. He had to put up an aggressive front or people wouldn’t take him seriously. It didn’t pay off for him in the end, though, and he regretted ever doing it.

“Sorry,” Roman choked out and tensed up.

“No, no, it was kind of cute,” Thomas chuckled weakly and looked to Roman reassuringly. Roman took a deep breath and tried to settle down. Cute wasn’t exactly what Roman was going for, but at least he didn’t hurt Thomas’s feelings or anything. “Well, Other than the fact that you were disappointed you didn’t die. You don’t still feel like that, do you?” Thomas asked softly, sounding sad. Roman’s shoulders flinched, and he swallowed hard.

“Doesn’t everybody?” Roman whispered, joking weakly. The small broken laugh that accompanied it wasn’t the most convincing thing he’d ever done.

“No, Roman, that’s not normal,” Thomas said, putting his arm on the couch over Roman’s shoulder’s without touching him. Roman could feel the heat from his arm but appreciated not being touched. He was even closer to breaking down now, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. “You got a referral for a psychiatrist at the ER and I’ll be making you an appointment, okay?”

“No, Thomas, please! I’ll be good, I’ll try not to-” Roman started babbling loudly, shooting a desperate look up to him.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s okay!” Patton held his hands up and cut Roman off. Roman held his lips closed tight in a thin line.

“Why are you scared of the psychiatrist?” Thomas looked pointedly at Roman.

“My… They’ll know- The foster people. That I’m a bad kid. And then they won’t be able to place me, and then I’ll be stuck in one of those holding centers, they’re worse than the group homes, they’re really awful and that’s… I just can’t,” Roman rambled choked on a sob. He sniffled and dropped back against his cup, a tear breaking loose despite how hard he fought against it.

“Why are you worried about going to a holding center?” Patton asked, sounding concerned.

“’Cuz having mental health record is bad and harder to place since I’d be special needs,” Roman mumbled between his legs, starting to cry.

“Do you still think we’re sending you back on Friday, Roman?” Thomas sounded sad.

“Maybe,” Roman breathed.

“I missed that,” Thomas said. Roman looked up and glanced at Thomas.

“You should! I don’t belong here! I belong somewhere crappy where I’m too busy trying to survive to have to think about things. I never… I never struggled like this. At least not until I got used to not having Remus around,” Roman sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He and Remus had a shitty time when the memories were fresh, but losing Remus was worse.

“Actually, sometimes people who have been in a hard situation for a long time usually struggle in more positive environments because they’re not sure how to process love and support. Did getting separated from your brother really hurt?” Patton piped up, sounding very compassionate when he suggested an explanation. Roman barely understood what he meant, but he could follow the question easily.

“It was like they took half of me away when they tore us apart,” Roman grumbled.

“Maybe because it was the last bit of stability and support you had, you closed off and just tried to deal with the situation, and you’ve been doing that ever since,” Patton offered, continuing his explanation. Roman couldn’t completely follow, though.

“What?” Roman asked. His head hurt and he didn’t comprehend a lick of that. Some more tears broke free, and he sniffled again.

“I think you belong here,” Patton said resolutely. Roman could follow that much easier. Wait, what the fuck? No, he couldn’t!

“What?” Roman asked more incredulously, wiping his eyes.

“You love Disney and The Princess Bride and books and you’re kind and considerate and quick and Lita loves you. And Virgil’s opened up more since you got here, so I think he likes you, too,” Patton said, holding up a finger. “You fit in just fine! All the other stuff isn’t you. It’s what you’ve been through,” He smiled brightly, looking confident. That didn’t make sense, though. He was a fuck up for a castle keep full of reasons.

“I wasn’t able to sleep or keep track of time or sit still or do well in school before everything else. There’s plenty of stuff that I’m bad at, that’s all me,” Roman grumbled in objection.

“And there're ways you can learn to cope with all of that when you’re somewhere safe,” Patton provided.

“I can’t stay here,” Roman rested his chin on his legs and stared forward, feeling despondent. He couldn’t stop the stray tears, but he was too empty to freak out anymore. Thomas looked bewildered and sad out of the corner of his eyes, but he said nothing.

“And why is that?” Patton asked evenly, though his eyes looked sad.

“I’ll…” Roman dropped his head into his legs again. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“You’ll what?” Patton urged him to continue.

“It’s selfish, and it’s unrealistic,” Roman grumbled, shifting to sip his water. A timer in the kitchen dinged and Thomas got up. Roman flinched from the motion and sighed. He was so on edge it physically hurt. He was buzzing with restlessness but too tired and sad to even start figuring out how he could fix it.

“How about I decide that?” Patton asked softly.

“I have to get to go to a home that’s willing to take two kids when Remus also needs placement. I’ll never see him again until we turn 18 if I don’t. If he doesn’t hate me by then, anyway,” Roman sighed again and looked up to the ceiling.

“I promise we’ll take you to see him when we can, Roman,” Patton said, and he sounded like he meant it, unlike most other times he’s heard it. Though he could never really trust adults meant it when they offered, though. He’d been burned too many times before. Patton probably only meant it at the moment, but it would be too much when the time came, just like always.

“But I won’t get to be his brother again,” Roman said despondently. “Whisper nonsense words and have him completely understand me. Play fight like the fate of the world depends on the outcome. Write stories with him that turn into whole universes. All the stuff we used to have. The brother stuff you can only have when you’re a kid and you live together,” Patton looked somber but didn’t say anything. There really wasn’t anything to say.

“I hope you’re hungry, Roman,” Thomas called from the kitchen.

“You know I’m not,” Roman groaned loudly.

“Too bad!” Thomas called back. Roman sighed and sipped his water again.

“I would miss you guys… I’m not trying to say I don’t… appreciate you being nice and stuff. As much as it drives me up the wall,” Roman chuckled weakly and Patton pouted at that. “I just… I’ve been going this long on the hope I’d get him back. I got through everything I did because I never let go of the hope of being reunited, you know? I just can’t let go of that. And I don’t want to make it harder to be placed and then lessen my chances even further of getting to be with him again. I’ll be good, I promise, okay? I just can’t have that go on my records,” Roman begged him.

“How about I talk to your caseworker about it when we see him Friday? See what we can do without it going on your state records?” Patton offered gently, looking strangely conciliatory for someone who did nothing wrong.

“I’m a ward of the state who is just staying at your house. They own my ass,” Roman bit, though there was very little energy or aggression behind it, mostly just tired frustration with his situation.

“Roman, I know you’re upset, but you don’t have to be mean,” Patton chided, frowning slightly.

“Sorry,” Roman sighed heavily. “Right after I said I’d be good and everything,” Roman muttered to himself sourly. Roman wished he knew how to stop being a bastard already.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” Patton said. “And I’m going to either way as your guardian, but I’d much rather you be on board with it,” Patton said gesturing with his hand.

“Thanks for your honesty, I guess,” Roman rolled his eyes. “I’m on board as long as it doesn’t hurt my chances,” It was just asking, not acting in it. Roman leaned back again and put his cup down on the side table. He was so fucking itchy still. Thomas couldn’t see him, though, it was just Patton in the room. He probably wouldn’t freak out at a little itch. Roman scratched at the edges of the bandages and exhaled in relief as he itched at the adhesive, which stung slightly.

“No scratching!” Thomas called from the kitchen and Roman froze in complete and utter bafflement.

“What the actual fuck, Thomas?” Roman groaned loudly enough to project into the kitchen.

“Dad powers,” Thomas said seriously. “Apologize for cursing,”

“Sorry for saying fuck,” Roman huffed and dropped his arms in defeat to the couch with a light thud.

“Roman,” Patton said firmly, furrowing his eyebrows at him.

“Sorry for saying it again,” Roman rolled his eyes and saw Virgil come back down the stairs. He looked pretty okay other than kind of tired, which was relieving.

‘Saying fuck in front of Pat twice?’ Virgil signed. ‘Props,’ He fingerspelled.

‘Nice to see your dumb face again,’ Roman signed back.

‘Can’t say the same to you,’ Virgil signed and smirked at him before sitting back down at his controller and starting to play again. He glanced over to Patton, who mostly just seemed to be considering something. Roman was just glad the conversation was over. He turned his eyes back to the TV screen to watch the game again. He slowly loosened back up as he watched Virgil play. The long scarf physics were really eye-catching, and he just let himself drift to that.

“Dinner’s ready!” Thomas called after an interminable period of silently watching the cloaked guy running through the level. Patton smiled at them and got up and headed to the kitchen. Virgil looked Roman up and down after he paused the game.

‘You don’t look capable of crime,’ Virgil signed and looked at him disbelievingly. Wow, Virgil didn’t beat around the bush.

‘Thanks?’ Roman signed, raising an eyebrow. Maybe that was a good thing?

‘Can you do anything other than sell drugs?’ Virgil signed.

‘You cut right to the point,’ Roman made a face at him. He wasn’t sure what Virgil was getting at, but it was weird to straight-up ask.

‘Can you?’ Virgil signed again.

‘I can pick pockets and pick locks,’ Roman fingerspelled. He could do other things, too, but he wasn’t as ashamed of those things as the others.

‘No shit?’ Virgil signed and some excitement in his eyes leaked into the disbelieving expression.

‘Seriously,’ Roman signed back and nodded.

‘You’re lying,’ Virgil frowned. Fucker. Roman wasn’t lying.

‘I’ll prove it,’ Roman signed, getting up from the couch. He had to talk carefully and tenderly to the kitchen on his fucked up feet, but found a stride.

Thomas was still at the stove getting things on to serving dishes and Patton was putting water cups at the table. This was too freaking easy. Roman picked Thomas’s wallet as he passed and nonchalantly slid it in his pocket. He sat down and smiled at Patton, who smiled back and sat down. Virgil joined them at the table and stared at Roman, clearly waiting for him to do something. Roman smirked and pulled Thomas’s wallet out, throwing it at Virgil. He caught it and looked between the wallet and Roman. Patton looked up from serving himself food and saw them.

“Virgil, why do you have your wallet at the table?” Patton asked, peering closer. “Actually, isn’t that Thomas’s? Did you find it somewhere?” Patton asked, taking it from Virgil’s hands. “Virgil found your wallet, Thomas,” Patton said as Thomas walked over with the last of the food and placed it down on the table, looking confused.

“What? I don’t remember taking it out. Thank you, Virgil,” Thomas said, taking the wallet back from Patton and sliding it back in his back pocket before sitting down. Roman leaned on the table and smirked, raising his eyebrow at Virgil in anticipation.

‘You absolute bastard,’ Virgil signed, looking extremely impressed. Roman took a bow.

‘Careful, it’s not all I can do,’ Roman sat back in his chair, looking concernedly at all the food now.

‘Don’t threaten me with a good time,’ Virgil signed back before reaching over to serve himself a giant pile of tater tots. He served a single tater tot to Roman with a smirk before reaching out to grab a piece of chicken.

“I’m not beyond serving you food and sitting here until you eat it,” Thomas eyed Roman. Roman sighed and grabbed a small piece of chicken and a single scoop of vegetables. “That’s half as much as Virgil is eating, Roman,” Thomas said critically.

“I’m 100% positive he’s powered by a black hole,” Roman objected sourly, motioning to Virgil.

‘Thanks,’ Virgil smirked and started eating.

“Teenagers are biologically hungry, and you are not exempt,” Thomas corrected him.

“It’s fine,” Roman huffed.

“I think we’ve successfully established you don’t have the best impression of what fine is, Roman,” Thomas said critically and leaned back in his chair.

“Thomas, sassing Roman isn’t nice,” Patton chided him. “Just take a tiny bit more, okay, kiddo?” Patton looked at him pleadingly. Virgil served Roman another single tater tot.

‘There. More,’ Virgil signed and Roman laughed. This fucking guy.

“Thank you,” Roman smiled and signed as he spoke.

“Virgil, don’t encourage him,” Thomas frowned and chided Virgil.

‘Sure. You suck, Roman,’ Virgil signed with a lopsided grin.

“Oh, I’m wounded,” Roman put his palm to his forehead and leaned back dramatically. It did actually start to smell good, at least. Roman began eating slowly, trying to get it over with, but the more he ate the easier it finally felt and the more his stomach woke up. It stopped hurting when he ate, and he ate more comfortably. “Thanks for dinner, Mr. Sanders,” He said absentmindedly as he reached out for another serving of vegetables.

“Um, you’re welcome, Roman,” Thomas sounded a little confused, but the food was good and Roman didn’t bother looking up from eating. He grabbed a second piece of chicken, as well, after finishing the first one. Virgil knocked on the table and Roman looked up at him.

‘Are you going to tell them you stole his wallet?’ Virgil asked. Roman put down his fork and swallowed.

‘Why?’ Roman signed back, confused. Tell them he stole from Thomas? That was dumb.

‘Because they won’t be mad and I want to see their faces,’ Virgil signed. Maybe they wouldn’t and everything would be chill. But if they did get mad, maybe he’d finally get punished and fell right in the freaking world again. It seemed like a win-win scenario with a bonus of amusing Virgil.

‘Fair,’ Roman shrugged. He finally felt awake and feeling impulsive. Virgil laughs, well, as much as he does, and Roman gets sent to his room without dessert or something assuredly way too tame for what he did.

“You didn’t lose your wallet, Thomas. I picked your pocket,” Roman said flippantly, eating one of his two tater tots. They both stared at him dubiously and exchanged a look before looking back at Roman. Virgil leaned forward to watch, looking amused already.

“…Why?” Patton asked after a quiet moment of confusion. Virgil did that silent laughing thing behind his hand.

“He didn’t believe me,” Roman pointed to Virgil. “I didn’t take anything. I don’t think it’s right to steal money. I just wanted to prove I could,” Roman explained with a smug smile and a little shrug. Roman had enough money stolen from him that he genuinely couldn’t bear to do it to anyone else anymore.

“Why can you…” Patton started to ask but trailed off. He probably answered his own question as Roman raised his eyebrow and leaned on his arm.

“I learned how to do lots of things,” Roman passed his hand over the tater tot on his plate and it disappeared. Roman passed it quickly behind his back and popped it in his mouth while they were all looking at the plate. “Magic!” He announced. Stoners fucking loved sleight of hand. He once got a fifty dollar tip from a guy who was completely blasted.

Lita weaved under his feet and he shivered from the dog fur through his sock. His feet were still feeling raw from his run this morning. Roman pulled them up and went back to eating his vegetables. Thomas looked shocked and Patton beamed in delight. Virgil looked unimpressed as usual and returned to going to town on the pile of tater tots.

“Do you know any other magic tricks, Roman?” Patton asked with a sparkle in his eye.

“I know sleight of hand and card tricks, not any magic-magic tricks,” Roman shrugged. “Nothing fancy,”

“Well, will you show me one after dinner?” Patton smiled, returning to cutting up his chicken.

“Do you know the four kings in the tower?” Roman asked, interested in getting to show off.

“No,” Patton shook his head, looking invested already.

“Then that it shall be,” Roman declared regally, twisting his fork in the air. He rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and returned to eating.

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littlestgahena1301 · 4 years

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Fountain of Youth Part 2

In his home, Katsuki was figuring out if he had everything that he needed. He guessed that it wouldn't be much different than staying with Izuku and Inko but with much more annoying extras and suffocating coddling. He didn't mind some of them, namely one Yaoyorozu Ponytail, an Iida Robocop and also Kirishima Shity-hair.

Not quite sure with Half and Half. Sure, the man acknowledged him, but it might be was said in spite of the moment. Izuku mentioned that there were some extras in his class that asked about his well-being. Izuku told him that people were worried about him, but he didn't pay much attention to who asked and said what.

He heard from Shinsou that he will be joining 1-A so at least Katsuki has one person who won't smoother him as much. Good thing.

For the rest of his days, Katsuki would still be stuck with 1-C and without Shinsou there, Katsuki would have to grow another pair of eyes behind his back and look out for any possible danger. He's not so sure with how they would react — seeing as he was the only person who received special treatment and get to hang out with kids from the Hero courses. Next week won't be pretty, and he wished that the weekends could drag on longer. He wants to be finished with packing and go back to Inko's for some brownies, and maybe Izuku wouldn't be too busy for a quick game with him.

Speaking of which, Izuku hadn't messaged him about anything yet. It's almost 11 a.m., and Izuku was never this late on messaging him. Weird. He did remember that Izuku has training for the day, but he slightly wonders why there was no good morning text or any text in that matter. Deciding that Izuku would come around to doing that later, he moved on to his shopping list.

He spent last night figuring out what he might need in his dorm room. He figured he would mostly end up crashing with Izuku more often than not, but one can never be too careful. It is better to keep things in hand just in case he needs them with some pocket money and savings that he had left for the month.

He gave his account a quick check. Mitsuki banked his allowance into his account every month. Most of the money remains unused since Inko had so carefully provided him with most of the food. He even helped Inko pay bills with his cash secretly, wondered how busy Inko must be busy not to notice that the electric and water bills had never arrived at her house anymore. He gave his list another quick scan.

Do I need a microwave?

Undoubtedly one of the most prestigious Hero School in the world would have enough funds to provide their students with the necessary kitchen equipment. Plus, he is going to be living in the Hero's dorms, which means it's likely to get the best stuff out of all the other dorms. Even so, Katsuki feels like he would be more comfortable using his own, and not having to share with other people who are not Izuku. With that, the microwave stays on his list. He then left his home to go shopping for his list.

Bakugou emerges through the front auto door with plastic bags in both hands (don't worry, it's biodegradable.) feeling spent after walking down numerous aisles searching for whatever he needs. His microwave, however, was nowhere to be found and he would have to make do with the dorm's until he can get his own.

He ended up with spare bed sheets, towels, linens, a handkerchief, a warm and fluffy blanket for the cold weather, a cushion for his chair and organizing boxes (though he might not have that much to organize anyway). Getting home without all of this falling apart would be an achievement. Bakugou was making his way to the train station when he heard a wailing nearby.

"Mommy?! Mommy?!"

A boy was running around, looking frantic. Passersby just left him be, unbothered to help. He sighed. Who the heck lost their child in the middle of bright daylight?

Bakugou felt somewhat troubled when the child was walking too close to the main road. The boy stopped at a nearby crosswalk, looking at the wrong direction to see that there's no car coming his way. Bakugou heart dropped when he saw a car coming out of the junction and the boy completely missing it.

He dashed forward to yank at the boy away from the street, who fell on his rear and was in complete shock. The car driver noticed and stopped a good quarter of a meter after the crosswalk, the wheels ending just where the boy planned to step. He did not want to think of how things might have ended differently, and thank whatever higher power that exists for his fast instincts kicking into gear when he needs it. He snapped at the driver.

"Yeah yeah, you almost fucking run this kid over! The fuck why you hit a 50 at a junction? You think your fat-ass belongs in Initial-D?"

The driver who is a middle-aged man, (who happens to be not at all fat) tsked at him and drove by, revving the engine a bit too loudly as he went. Bakugou was about to flip the bird at him when he realized that the kid had gone quiet.

"Brat, you okay?"

The boy was in sobbing hiccups. Tears were falling to his cheeks as his body quake with each little squeak of his voice. The boy looks pitiful, and Katsuki felt somewhat repulsed by the amount of snot starting to pour down his nose. What the hell did he sign up for now?

"Get off your damn butt and wipe those snots off your face." He barked. Fucking disgusting.

The boy wiped his snot away but didn't get up. That's when he noticed the child's bleeding hands. Well, of course, he would be bleeding, you yanked him off like he's some animal and now the kid is hurt, of course, he won't get up. Well, this way above and beyond from what he originally planned to do. Well damn, he can't just leave him alone and let the kid kill himself could he?

He grabbed at the kids' shirt and gave it a light tug. "Hey, get up! Up!" he motioned. Avoiding to the kids snotted hands from being near him and keep a strong enough tension to get the boy back up to his feet like he's some prize in a claw machine game. The boy managed to get back up to his feet. His sobs completely disappeared but he tears are still rolling, and the boy wiped it away with his other hand.

The scene attracted quite a crowd and Bakugou resorted to glaring so hard till everybody leaves. One of the audiences gave him a disappointed look, and it makes Bakugou's blood boils. What, you think this is my fuck up?

His attention shifted back to the boy's bleeding hands. He needs to do something about those. Katsuki spotted a vending machine nearby and figured he should get the boy some water to wash the wound. He turned to the little brat. "Wait here, can you do that?"

The boy silently nodded.

And so, Katsuki went.

He returned back to his bags to get his new handkerchief and spent 150 yen on bottled water.

They found a nearby drain to wash their hands at, and the kid thankfully knows what to do without him having to instruct. "Wash your arms too.." he added, and the boy did.

And then he proceeded to use his 500-yen handkerchief on the boy. Whoever the mom is, he might have to charge her babysitting fees out of spite.

Katsuki grabbed on the plastic bags with his left hand and gave the boy his right, not wanting the kid to hold on to the bad hand.

"We'll go to the police station now, okay?'

The boy nodded quietly but midway his detour to the police station the boy starts opening his mouth, and it was fucking unbearable.

"Whats your name? Why is your hair all poofy? Hey, why are you not answering? You talk earlier, so why can't you talk now?"

Katsuki inhaled. "Kid!"

The kid looked at him, shocked.

"Just shut up will ya?" he sighed with the kindest smile that he could manage. Except to the kid, it looked absolutely off-putting.

"Okay…"

Midway trip Bakugou had to stop to exchange hands as the end of his fingertips is starting to turn blue from the cut-off circulation. His palms sweaty as the sun is beating down on them mercilessly.

"Hey, give me your other hand."

Bakugou was very careful enough to not squeeze on the boy's hand, knowing it is still delicate for rough handling. They went like that for the whole trip where he was slightly relieved that the boy's mom was already there drowning in tears while the police officer looked at her apologetically. Huh, like mom like son. Although to be honest, the two of them are reminiscent of how Izuku and Inko is.

"MOM!"

The boy ran towards the surprised woman and was immediately greeted by a warm hug. The scene almost made him miss his own mother.

"Dear heavens, Masaki! Why did I tell you about wandering around?!"

She then proceeded to scold him a good minute before noticing the handkerchief around the hand, and to that she almost shrieked.

"What happened Masaki?"

"I fell, and my hands start to hurt."

Which is half the truth? Katsuki will take that.

"Did you wash your hand afterwards? This is why I don't want you to-" The woman the precariously tried to unwrap the handkerchief but stopped mid-sentence to inspect the hand. A bewildered plastered on her face.

"Strange…" she said, completely forgetting where she was going with her sentence.

The boy looked at his hand who Katsuki noticed was pristine and unmarred like before. It looked soft and supple. He thought the same thing too.

Strange indeed.

"Well that big boy helped me washed it…" he pointed at Katsuki

The mother turned to look at him and gave him a big smile. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

"Nothing much," he said even though his brain screamed NO YOU DAMN FUCK HE WAS TOO FUCKING MUCH.

The woman proceeded to pay him for the price of the handkerchief with a 10,000 yen, which he isn't going to think about any time soon. I mean, …she offered.

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Welp, that's about it. Dead week is two weeks away so I will be on another hiatus starting approximately from now. Thank you @abbystaffyisgeek for the awesome story and being such an awesome inspiration!

Go check out her Baku centric fic called Worse Than Quirkless! It is a very good read, and she's a major queen for updating each week!

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choices-betch · 5 years

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Soft (Mona x MC)

Book: Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance Pairing: Mona x MC (Lexi Padilla) Plot: Lexi’s birthday is fast approaching, but nothing seems good enough to Mona...except one thing. Notes: Thank you to everyone who read/commented/liked/reblogged by first fic! I appreciate you all, and all your prompt suggestions! I did a mix of some plus some stuff I had floating around in my head. I’m sure I’ll use some other suggestions when inspiration strikes ;) Warnings/Ratings: None. Total fluff. Music: Un Sospiro - Franz Liszt (played by Moura Lympany...my favorite)

Mona sat, legs folded as she stared out the window at the nearby park, sipping on her steaming cup of coffee distractedly. Her fingers tapped against the mug, ideas forming and simultaneously being shot down in her head.

Clothes? New phone? Nah, she doesn’t really care about that stuff. A dog? HELL no. Strap on?

Mona grinned, taking another sip of coffee as her mind wandered...that would have to wait for her birthday.

Mona huffed in frustration. Lexi’s birthday was in a week. She didn't know why it was bothering her so much, why she felt that nothing was good enough. She’d already coordinated a surprise visit with Riya for a long weekend, which was more than she’d ever cared to do for anyone in the past. People were lucky if Mona even remembered the month of their birthdays. But Lexi isn’t just people, Mona mused, finishing up her coffee.

With a grunt, Mona got up and took her mug to the sink, then headed toward the room to get dressed. She felt stifled, her mind blank; she needed to get out of the house. ---

Mona walked into the music store, scanning the contents before making her way to the back area. She let her fingers graze the different instruments as her eyes fell on a familiar Clavinova.

I could always…

Mona shook the thought from her head. Nope. Absolutely not.

She wandered toward the instrument and sat down, running her fingers over the keys. It looked just like the one back home. Music was one of the only things she had to herself; she didn’t have to hide, didn’t have to worry about anything going on in her life or the world when she played. It was hers, and it was...meaningful, made her vulnerable. Vulnerable was not something she was with people.

Lexi isn’t people…

“Shut up,” she grumbled to herself, brows furrowing.

“Ma’am? Is there something I can help you with?”

Mona slowly turned her gaze to a concerned and slightly confused looking employee, who donned a large “STANLEY” name tag.

“Well, Stanley,” she started, flicking his name tag as she got up, “how about you start by never calling me ma’am again.”

With that, she walked toward the exit. She’d figure something out, just...not this.

---

Mona stood outside a studio two days later, looking up at the sign with a heavy sigh. She couldn’t believe she was actually about to do this. She’d gotten in contact with a few people from the past she thought might have an idea of a decent studio in the area. After making a couple of painful calls, she booked a session with the one that irritated her the least on the phone.

This is a horrible idea, idiot, she thought to herself and she walked through the doors.

“Ma’am?” she heard, interrupting her from her thoughts. She narrowed her eyes. Do I look like I’m 50? What the hell is with everyone calling me ma’am lately?

“I have a 2 o’clock booked.”

The receptionist widened her eyes in alarm and began clacking at her keyboard, knocking things over in the process.. “Sorry, I uh...um…”

“Spit it out, Karen,” Mona said shortly, growing more and more impatient. The longer she stood there, the more and more she was convincing herself this was the wrong move.

“Room six! Third door on your left,” the receptionist squeaked. Mona grinned and winked, sauntering in the direction of the room. As she approached the door, a thin, short-haired blonde woman was just unlocking it.

“Hi, I’m Sara! Are you Mona?” she asked excitedly, extending a hand.

“So they tell me,” Mona responded, giving her quick handshake and a nod.

“Do you want to do a few practice runs, just to get warmed up?” she asked, and Mona had to refrain from rolling her eyes. She’d somehow managed to unbutton her shirt at the top, her body language anything but subtle.

“Nah, I can play this crap in my sleep,” Mona mused, removing her jacket and making herself comfortable on the bench as she placed the headphones over her ears. “Let’s get this over with.”

Sara nodded and headed back to the mixing area, giving her a silent cue that the tape was rolling. Mona cracked her fingers and rolled her shoulders, closing her eyes to center herself before placing her fingers over the respective keys and playing the opening chords. She recorded the entirety of the composition in one take, an arrogant smirk on her face as she wrapped up. Still got it.

“You weren’t kidding,” Sara said, leaning against the frame of the mixing room as Mona shrugged on her jacket and gathered her other belongings. “Where’d you learn to play like that, gorgeous?”

“Around,” she responded flatly, making her way to the door and flinging it open. “Thanks.” ---

Mona pulled out of the cell lot at the airport, having just gotten the go ahead from Riya to circle the airport. After about ten minutes, the back door opened and Riya’s bright face popped in enthusiastically. Mona grinned in response, waiting until Riya was in the car and buckled before pulling out.

“How was the flight?” Mona asked, eyes scanning the road as she followed signs to the highway.

“Loooong,” Riya groaned, throwing her head against the seat. “The guy next to me had his nasty feet propped on the seat in front of him the whole time.”

“At least you weren’t in that seat,” Mona quipped with a shrug. Riya laughed in response, followed by a comfortable silence.

“So...how’s she doing?” Riya asked, scanning Mona’s profile. Mona shrugged one shoulder, chewing the inside of her lip.

Lexi had gone through a bit of a depression a few months into the move. The gravity of everything that had transpired finally caught up with her, bringing with it a wide range of emotions and sleepless nights. The arguments started, small at first but eventually growing to full on screaming matches, usually surrounding Mona’s difficulty with emotional availability. Quite a few times Mona was on the verge of throwing in the towel. She had already pressed her luck by ignoring every instinct to run and fighting through it. What the hell was emotional investment really doing for her besides causing more stress?

But every time Mona got to that point, memories flashed through her mind like a film reel, tugging on those damn heart strings only Lexi had figured out how to pull. So she stayed, and they fought until they could figure out how to talk about what was really going on. That’s not to say things were perfect - not even close. Mona continued to retreat into her comfort zone at the first sign of danger; Lexi continued to beat at her walls, determined to break them down, screaming the whole time. But at the end of the day, they stuck it out...and Lexi’s moods and behaviors gradually started to improve. After almost a year collectively, things were starting to feel balanced.

“She’s doing okay,” Mona finally responded. “She still has her days, but overall she’s smiling more than she’s yelling. That’s always a plus for me,” Mona joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Riya hummed in acknowledgement. “I was...really worried about her.”

Mona’s eyes left the road for the first time, glancing at Riya. “I know,” she replied, hesitating for a moment. “So was I.”

“I know.”

Silence ensued as they became consumed in their thoughts. Mona began to wonder, as she often did when these topics came up, if she made a mistake by following Lexi. How would Lexi have fared if Mona had have just let her go? How selfish was it of her to continue inserting herself into Lexi’s life when she’d definitely have been better off without—

“She really needed you...still needs you. You know that, right?” Riya’s words shook Mona out of her thoughts, stunning her for a minute.

“You some sort of mind reader?”

Riya shot her a cheeky grin, clearly pleased with herself. “I like to fancy myself one,” she quipped. Mona chuckled, shaking her head. These women…

---

Mona had just gotten Riya settled in when Lexi walked in the door, headphones in and eyes on her screen. Lexi screamed loudly, dropping her belongings and rushing to hug Riya in tears. After realizing what was happening, Lexi transferred her affections to Mona, and despite Mona’s attempt at appearing nonplussed, it made her heart swell to see Lexi so happy.

After the hype settled, Mona snuck into the room and scanned her surroundings, ensuring nobody was coming. She picked up her pre-packed bag and quietly unzipped the side, pulling out the card she had written for Lexi. She had hidden the digital recording in a subfile on Lexi’s laptop, as detailed within the contents of the card, affectionately titled Happy birthday, punk. Mona hesitated, card in hand.

You don’t have to leave it...she doesn’t even know it exists…

Mona tapped her fingers against the envelope in a silent tug of war before rolling her eyes and shoving it inside a drawer at the computer desk. She grabbed her bag, scanning the room one last time before emerging.

“Where are you going?” Lexi exclaimed as she eyed Mona, bag slung over her shoulders as she grabbed her keys.

“Dallas. Visiting a friend.” Lexi protested loudly as Mona looked on at her in amusement. “Hey, I set this up, but I never agreed to stick around. What makes you think I want to spend my weekend with you banshees? One of you is enough, I need a break.” She winked and planted a loud kiss on Lexi’s cheek as Lexi swatted at her in laughter.

After exchanging goodbyes with Riya, Lexi walked Mona out to her car.

“When are you coming back?”

“Sunday night.”

“Mmm, good, then I still get to have my way with you on my birthday,” Lexi joked, prompting Mona to wiggle her eyebrows and slap Lexi’s ass.

“I still don’t understand why you’re leaving,” Lexi said with a pout, leaning against the side of the car as Mona threw her bag in the trunk.

“I told you, I need a break from you,” Mona teased, making her way back to Lexi.

“Mmhm. You can make all the jokes you want, lady, but I know the truth,” Lexi said, jabbing a finger against Mona’s chest gently.

“Oh yeah?” Mona asked with an eyebrow raised, wrapping one arm around Lexi’s waist as the other wrapped around the hand on her chest. “And what’s that?”

“That you, my love, are a giant softie inside,” Lexi responded softly with a grin, eyes shining.

Mona pulled her closer and raised Lexi’s hand to her mouth, kissing the pad of her pointer finger as she gazed into her eyes.

“Only for you, gorgeous.” ---

Mona went on with her visit as she would have any other time: bars, the occasional club, poker...you name it. But it didn’t feel the same, and as she laid poolside in a hammock with her friend Jace into the wee hours of the morning of Lexi’s birthday she began typing out a text, instructing her on where to find the card when she woke up. She had been staring at the text for five minutes, back and forth about whether or not to send it; whether she was ready to expose this much of herself.

“You’re different,” Jace mused. Mona turned her head sharply, looking at him dubiously.

“Hardly.”

“You are,” he reiterated. “I mean, you’re still an asshole,” he started, earning a proud grin from Mona, “but...I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever had a memory of you turning down a dance or a makeout session before now. It’s weird.”

Mona rolled her eyes. “I figured it’s time to leave some for the less fortunate.” Jace elbowed her, the two of them throwing half-hearted insults at each other before settling into another comfortable silence.

“You’re in deep, aren’t ya?”

Mona glared at him, then glanced down at her phone, wallpaper adorned with Lexi making a comical face. She sighed, her thumb running down the screen affectionately before unlocking it and sending the text.

“Yeah. Damnit.”

---

Mona unlocked the door, hands full with her bag, an extra large supreme pizza (Lexi’s forever favorite), and a small red velvet cake she’d picked up on the way in. She kicked the door closed, setting her things down on the table and looking around suspiciously. She knew Riya’s flight had been scheduled for mid-afternoon, but it was just after 7PM; she’d half expected Lexi to be impatiently waiting for her to get home out of boredom.

“Lex?” she called out, walking down the hall to the room, where she found Lexi fast asleep with Gunther curled up above her head. Shoulda known. Never had she met someone who loved to sleep at any given opportunity as much as Lexi. She sauntered over to the bed, getting in behind her and throwing an arm across her waist. Mona kissed her hair, temple, and down her cheek as Lexi began to stir.

“Morning, princess,” Mona said softly, running her fingers across Lexi’s exposed midriff.

“You’re home,” Lexi replied sleepily, reaching back to cup Mona’s cheek. “I missed you.”

“Duh,” Mona quipped teasingly, then with a sigh she buried her face in Lexi’s neck. “I missed you, too. Punk.”

Lexi turned her head to place a gentle kiss to the corner of Mona’s mouth, then nestled back into her pillow. Suddenly she shot up, scrambling out of bed and over to her computer. Mona sat up as well, looking at her in alarm.

“I never opened the file,” she explained, and Mona’s heart sunk for a second before she composed herself.

“It’s not that serious, don’t worry about it—“

“Yes it is!” Lexi exclaimed, whirling around from her seat. “Obviously whatever it is was important enough for you to go to such great lengths to hide it...I just wanted to be with you when I opened it.”

Mona flung herself back ,running her hands down her face. The whole point was so that she wouldn’t have to be around to humiliate herself.

“Can’t I just wait on the couch?” Mona groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes. She felt something bounce off of her and looked to her left, seeing a pencil on the ground. “That could have impaled me.”

Lexi rolled her eyes and double clicked on the file, then came back to the bed as the introductory chords began spilling out of the speakers. Lexi looked at Mona, wide eyed and questioning, but Mona made every effort to keep her expression neutral. No way in hell was she going to admit just how terrified she was to willingly share this part of herself with another person.

One of the more surprising things they’d discovered about each other early on was their mutual love of classical music - one composition in particular. Lexi never knew, though, that Mona could play; nobody did, really. That was one of the only parts of her former life she could keep, and she’d never intended to share that with anyone.

The emotion was evident in every ebb and flow of the melody, stunning Lexi repeatedly as the music continued. She sat motionless as the last few chords played, then silenced. After a long moment she turned to Mona, eyes shining in silent questioning. Mona cleared her throat and sat up, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed.

“My, uh...my mom taught me how to play when I was four. I surpassed her pretty quickly, though,” Mona explained with a breathy laugh, scratching her head with a shrug. “I just always kept up with it. One of the few outlets I have, ya know?” Lexi continued to stare at her in silence, making Mona shift uncomfortably.

Lexi crawled over to Mona, sitting on her knees and staring straight into her eyes as she placed a hand over Mona’s heart. “Nobody has ever done something so perfect for me before. I…”

Mona pressed a chaste kiss to Lexi’s mouth, unable to handle the emotions palpable in the room; in her body. They rested their foreheads against each other, eyes closed. Mona kissed the tip of Lexi’s nose affectionately and sighed.

“Happy birthday, Lexi.”

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schrijverr · 5 years

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Professor Elric?

After The Promised Day Edward is sent on a miliary mission to Hogwarts where he will teach Alchemy to his students. He is told not to interfere with their business, but he has a hard time not getting involved with this weird Voldy prick.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

Chapter 3 out of 10.

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“How was Colonel Elric?” Harry asked when Hermione joined their table.

She frowned and said: “I really don’t know what to make of him, but he is very strange. Did you know he’s seventeen?”

“What? He should be in his seventh year!” Ron exclaimed, “He’s the same age as Fred and George and I know that that is not mature enough to teach.”

“Exactly.” Hermione said, “And he’s not even going to teach us yet. He wants us to train our body before he trains our minds.”

Ron gave her a disgusted look and she snapped: “His words not mine! Anyway, that’s not even the most peculiar thing. He has this riddle, and it’s not even formulated in a riddle-like fashion, but if we don’t have an answer in a month you can’t follow the course. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to teach.”

“What’s the riddle?” Harry asked.

““All is One and One is All”” Hermione told them.

“What does that even mean?” Ron asked out loud.

“That is what we’re supposed to figure out, Ron.” Hermione replied with a sigh.

Ron shot her a dirty look, but didn’t comment. Harry redirected their attention by changing the subject: “We got Umbridge next, I wonder what the Ministry will teach.”

Umbridge was Horrible with a capital H. She didn’t want to acknowledge what happened to Cedric and that Voldemort was back. She didn’t believe in preparing them for the real world and she didn’t believe in using wands. Using wands was one of the most important things in DADA. They were at a loss.

Hermione was listening to Harry complain about her and silently agreeing, but her eyes kept wondering to the teachers table. Colonel Elric was sitting next to Professor Umbridge and he didn’t look like he was enjoying it, but to be fair every teacher who sat close to Umbridge wasn’t enjoying it. Yet it seemed like the Alchemist was double annoyed.

He kept shooting her glares and Hermione could see that Umbridge was trying to have a conversation, but Elric was having none of it. He ignored her every time she spoke until her face contorted and she snapped something angrily. His head shot around to look at her and his face got angry.

It seemed like everyone had noticed what was going on, because the moment he snapped back the entire Great Hall was quiet and everyone could hear the Colonels reply: “No, you stupid ignorant witch, it doesn’t work like that. Bringing someone back from the dead can’t be done with Alchemy and if you suggest that to me one more time no one will find your body. Human transmutation is a taboo and I will not have you accuse me of such things.”

And with that statement he stormed out of the hall.

When he was gone chatter burst out all around them. Hermione quickly completed the puzzle and turned to Ron and Harry, she said: “She is trying to figure out if Voldemort used Alchemy to return and if Colonel Elric is involved, which means they do believe he’s back, but they don’t want to do anything about it.”

It was quiet for a second, but then Ron said: “Fuck!”, which encompassed all their feelings quite nicely.

Edward was seething, how dare that bitch accuse him of bring back this ‘You-know-who’ person. He didn’t even know who that dude was, so that name was completely unjust, but apparently he was a bad dude or something, which made it even worse.

He had spend the last few years making sure no Alchemist or monsters or bad people walked through Amestris. He had sacrificed a normal life for it and now this troll was accusing him of putting thousands of people in danger. And not just accuse him of it, no accusing him of using human transmutation to help. She didn’t know anything, how dare she. Just how dare she.

He kicked hard against a door he was passing. He accidentally used his automail foot and it went right through. He cursed some more and clapped to quickly fix the door. As he did he heard a gasp, so he checked the corridor, one boy was standing there. He recognized him from his fifth year class, the boy who had asked what his teacher had done. He looked pretty scared of Edward, so he used that to snap: “What are you looking at? Scram.”

Which the boy did, very quickly. Edward sighed and rubbed his face. This couldn’t wait a month, Mustang had to hear about this shit. It wasn’t just a one way intelligence mission, they were trying to figure out if Amestris was involved in some war they were having, although the government was apparently denying it.

He sat down at his desk and grabbed a pen, he was glad he had packed those, because trying to combine automail with a feather and ink, no thanks. He started to write:

Mission report: 3 September

From: Colonel Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist

Commanding officer: General Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist

Mission: Hogwarts allegiance

Our intelligence mission is not just one sided. There appears to be a “Dark Wizard” running around and he is apparently very bad, but the government is publicly denying his return. There is a government official appointed as a teacher, Dolores Umbridge, I don’t like her.

She is telling her students this “Dark wizard” isn’t back, but asked me if it was possible to bring someone back from the dead using Alchemy, so she doesn’t believe he is gone herself. She is trying to figure out if we are also helping this “Dark Wizard” guy.

She is even accusing me of personally bringing him back and infiltrating the school.

If the seal has been broken this letter has been read.

Edward put away the pen and admired his handiwork. He then sealed the letter with Alchemy, it was a precaution he had invented to prevent spying on classified letters. The seal could only be broken by someone who had seen the gate, so that left Mustang, Al and teacher.

When he was satisfied he went up to the owl tower and tied his letter to one of the communal owls. This still was way too weird. He watched as the owl left and wondered how much crazier his life was about to become. He tiredly rubbed his face again and cursed himself for snapping so loudly at that Umbitch. Everyone had heard that, before he knew it the rumors would be flying around. What a shitstorm he had found himself in now. Sighing he sat down and decided, what the Hell, I have owls might as well write Al for a bit of advise. Then he wondered why they didn’t just send his brother on the mission (he knew it was because Al wasn’t in the Army, but that hadn’t stopped Mustang or anyone else before and to be honest Al would have been a much better fit.)

Neville was running up to them now. He stopped and asked: “Did someone make Colonel Elric mad?”

“Yeah, Umbridge accused him of bringing someone back from the dead with Alchemy or something. He yelled and stuff, seemed quite upset with the notion, if you ask me.” Ron told him.

“Why do you ask?” Hermione asked, wondering how he could have known if he hadn’t been in the Great Hall when it happened.

Neville shuffled a bit and said: “I saw him angrily kick in a door.”

“What!” the three exclaimed.

Neville flinched and said: “I don’t think he meant to, he was cursing and stomping, he looked really frustrated and upset.”

“Could you show us the door?” Hermione asked.

“No, sorry.” Neville shook his head, “He fixed it right after, I think with Alchemy. It was quite cool.”

“Really!” Hermione said, interest immediately piqued, “How so?”

“Remember how he told us about the circles?” Hermione nodded and Neville went on, “Well, he didn’t use any. He just clapped his hands and touched the door, there was blue lighting and then the door was fixed.”

“Are you sure?” Hermione asked.

Neville nodded enthusiastically. Hermione frowned and bit her lip, then she slowly said: “I wonder why this foreign army official would lie to us and I wonder how powerful Alchemy can become if you train long enough. Lets go to the library, there must be some books about Amestris or Alchemy for that matter! Oh, wasn’t Nicholas Flamel an Alchemist? There must be something in his section.”

Harry and Ron exchanged a suffering look and dejectedly followed after their eager companion. Both thought, goodbye fun outside with the nice weather.

#RR writing #edward elric #bamf edward elric #hermoine granger #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #fma brotherhood #FMA AU #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood and harry potter crossover #Professor Elric?#Professor Elric #alchemy teacher edward elric #Professor Elric? Chapter 3 #neville longbottom #dolores umbridge

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avenger-hawk · 5 years

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Hello, it's me again. Thank you for answering my last question, I really apprecite how you give an elaborated answer, thoroughly explaining your point of view. My next question for you: is there any other character (or characters) that you would have like to see Sasuke interacting with, but in cannon he had very little contact or no contact at all? Why?

Hello again, and thanks for coming by~

This is a cool question, there isn’t just one character I’d have liked to see Sasuke interacting with more, mostly because I really love Sasuke’s interactions with almost anyone, some superficial fans see him as smug and arrogant or always brooding and ‘emo’ but to me he’s neither. He’s just aloof and usually lost in his own thoughts, and uninterested to most things with no problem in saying it, but when he is interested in something or someone he has his own cute way of showing it. But let me start with the list of characters.

Shikamaru

Both are very smart but in different ways. Both are observant and strategic. Both are usually lost in their own thoughts, one in contemplation of clouds and stuff, the other lost in memories and plans and considerations. Both are familiar with revenge, although one has been condemned and the other not at all. At his best Shikamaru is open-minded, as shown in the way he never had prejudices against N*ruto as a kid. I think in a post-ending setting he might be one of the first to actually talk to him because he knows how it feels to want revenge above everything, among all things, so he shouldn’t be one of those who judge him. At his worst, Shikamaru’s individuality has been brainwashed by Konoha like everyone else, so he might keep an eye on him cause he doesn’t trust him. Which means darker interactions and possibilities. Also his shadow jutsu is an interesting one in this setting.

Kiba

Sasuke loves animals. Kiba has a dog, actually Kiba is a sort of dog as well lol. He’s similar to N*ruto because of his assertive, loud, enthusiastic attitude but he’s less flashed out ofc, and he lacks N*ruto’s possessive, imposing and generally negative traits. Like I said here Akamaru would sense Sasuke’s kind soul and Kiba would follow his best friend’s ‘advice’. Sasuke would get along with Akamaru and Kiba would talk to him, Sasuke would not be talkative at all but he’d pet Akamaru a lot. Their interactions would be kinda like NS but healthier? But lol the word itself sounds so boring. Cuter sounds better. Also, Kiba being ‘beastlike’ in certain ways, and Sasuke being passive means possibility for dark imagery.

Sai

I’m really disappointed that except for fighting in the beginning they didn’t really interact in canon because Sai is his replacement…and tbh Team Yamato was much better, as a team, than Team7. Anyway. Sai and Sasuke have something in common: they both were loved and protected by their big brothers, who died, sacrificing themselves for them, in a way or another. It’s a lot in common, actually. I wrote a scene about this in my fic In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated. Both are blunt, but in a different way. Sasuke knows what he’s saying and why, if he steps over social norms it’s because he doesn’t care. Sai ignores social norms, he’s without filter and awkward, and he tries to learn with sometimes terrible results. Their interactions would be awkward and weird at first. Sai was Danzo’s subordinate, this would make Sasuke wary of him; but also, Sai was Danzo’s slave, he had no choice in this. Almost like Itachi. Sasuke would understand this very well. Also, my personal headcanon is that since Danzo formed Root after the massacre, he told Itachi’s story to those shinobi, both to teach them that shinobi must carry on every mission assigned no matter what, and to teach them that emotions are a bad thing. Sai would more or less know about Itachi and he would tell Sasuke, in a way that didn’t judge, but that instead admired him. And Sasuke would appreciate. Their interactions would be more relaxed then, but still there would be weird comments on Sai’s side.

Ino

I don’t ship them and I don’t care much about her but her desperate cry when he was sentenced to death impressed me very much. It doesn’t just show a girl’s crush, it shows real empathy and compassion for the destiny of a person she once had a crush on. Cause she did move on when she first got interested in Sai imo, like normal people do btw. So it would be cute to see a girl interact with him for real, with no secret agenda or smth.

Gaara

What a wasted potential their relationship was…in pt1 creepy monster Gaara was interested in him, before N*ruto took over. In pt2 Gaara acts like the Kazekage with a desperate broken Sasuke attacking their meeting, but he also sheds a tear for him. Gaara was really saved cause he was a monster. Sasuke isn’t and was never one, and he didn’t need to be saved but the narration pushes that direction. Gaara was interested in Sasuke’s fate in ep479, I think he would not judge him (his official Kazekage position aside) and he would like to bond with him somehow. Sasuke admires strength and Gaara is very strong, so he would not ignore him. And Sasuke talks about politics as well. Gaara would listen and talk as well. And he would stare at him a lot. But I wrote about this already. Besides there’s a lot of dark potential as well. Because imo it’s interesting to think that there’s still some darkness in his heart and somehow he’d let it out with a passive masochistic Sasuke who feels like he needs to atone for his sins.

Kisame

He was Itachi’s partner, he knows a lot about Itachi because he’s observant, and Sasuke is the one who killed his partner. He was snarky about it with Obito and Sasuke himself but I (like to) think that he was feeling something, like resentment, towards Sasuke for killing Itachi. After all, no matter his reasons, he sure preferred Itachi. I also like to think that during the time Sasuke and Team Taka stayed in Obito’s hideout as Akatsuki members, he made no mystery of the truth about Itachi, and I like to think that he asked Kisame about his brother. (which kinda opens to the dark stuff cause Kisame being angry at him because he killed Itachi…you got it)

Tobirama

I find him very interesting despite disagreeing with his politics, and I really liked his interactions with Sasuke, especially the way he first insulted his clan and rudely talked to him, but then he tried to protect him against Madara. And I liked how Sasuke humbly, pragmatically and with an open mind he listened to him without letting his feelings get in the way, without getting offended. I would have liked to fight together more, and to see him protecting him more actively, not being blocked by those black sticks. And I would have liked him to openly praise Sasuke and his abilities like he did in his mind.

Madara

I’ll forever be salty at how their interactions were little and not emotionally charged at all. I mean Sasuke is the last Uchiha alive and Madara was another founder, the former head of the clan…I get that he was fighting a war and I know he did show interest in Sasuke’s eyes (and he acknowledged the pain he felt to obtain them) and he did try to get him on his side, and I get that Sasuke was all hyped up to protect the village because Itachi, but still. Like, Madara’s plan was to create a new world, he could have told Sasuke, he could have told him that Itachi would have been there, since his allies Obito and Kabuto were defeated or being defeated. Ugh.

my madasasu tag. my madasasu edits and meta.

Orochimaru (&Kabuto)

I like all part2 interactions between them, and I really like the way they became after Orochimaru was brought back, but I’m also interested in their interactions in Otogakure, the way he trained Sasuke, the forbidden substances he got him to take, the forbidden jutsu he taught him and the forbidden things they required to be done (think whatever here lol). The way he trained Sasuke to take poisons and not be affected, I’m sure they were all painful and hard things to bear, and I’m sure than in part of them he was strapped to a table, and others he was really really exhausted and badly injured, after. Not to mention the way Orochimaru talked to him, how he manipulated him using Itachi and his weakness compared to him, how he was ‘kind’ to him in his creepy way. All the things Sasuke had to witness beside him and how he decided to free the prisoners, and Team Taka ofc. Speaking of which.

Team Taka

They did have a lot of interactions but I wanted more both pre ending and post ending. How Sasuke first met them, how he decided they were the ones he needed. Their travels, their conversations, their nightmares, their bonding moments.

Sasuke and Karin’s conversations. Both suffered great trauma, both lost their families.

Juugo being protective and loyal over Sasuke but also! his dark side coming out against him and Sasuke welcoming it and becoming his cage, but kinda getting hurt in the process.

Suigetsu admiring Sasuke and wanting to be noticed by him but being obnoxious and mischievous. And kinda sadistic. And Sasuke being ok with it cause he’s passive.

Special mentions, in and out of canon:

Deidara

I really loved their fight, the strategy, the contrast between their personalities. I like that both have an inferiority complex, especially towards Itachi, and they both worked hard to get stronger, but they act differently. Deidara is loud and apparently messy and he loudly brags his art and abilities, Sasuke is silent and calm and uninterested but he is proud of his achievements, as shown when he explains Deidara what he did and he points out that it’s chidori, not raikiri. His version of the jutsu. Other things in common? They’re both reckless with their bodies when it comes to achieve their goal. I’d love an AU where they interact, like my Akatsuki AU. It’s kinda like NS in a way. also.

Obito

They spent a lot of time together in canon but it’s not shown. It’s some of my canon behind the screen thingies, and I’d love to see any interactions between them. Obito knows the truth about Itachi, he knows Itachi while Sasuke doesn’t. He wants to know anything about his brother and I’m sure he asked him a lot. Obito told him stuff also because he needed to manipulate Sasuke against the village, but also because he feels some little attachment between the other Uchiha, just like he felt some for Itachi. There’s a scene that is always overlooked and that I liked a lot, in ep375 when Obito is about to be ‘killed’ by Kakashi and before he’s taken over by Madara, Sasuke is there and Obito refers to him as ‘fellow traitor’. I like that he kinda aknowledged Sasuke’s presence in that moment ok. To do such thing while Kakashi and Madara are clearly the strongest presences for him, I like to think that Sasuke left an impression on him.

(my obisasu tag and meta)

Shisui

I mean, in the filler non massacre arc. He did train Sasuke after all. I’d have liked to see more. But it’s no mystery, that arc inspired me greatly and if now I ship Shisasu even in other contexts it’s because of it.

my shisasu tag. my shisasu edits and meta.

Hiruzen

Only because I’d like Sasuke to tell him that he’s just as guilty as his buddy Danzo. That old a**hole.

#sasuke #shikasasu #kibasasu #deisasu #obisasu #madasasu #tobisasu #team taka #too many #vivalarevolution #vivalarevolution: bonds #vivalarevolution: visions #hostilecherry #long post

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missklou · 5 years

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Too short too long {Yoongi/Seokjin scenario}

(Currently taking requests)

Request: Hello, i found this prompt on twitter and i was wondering whether there exists an actual fic like this, regardless of the ship: an au where yoongi and seokjin were on a vacation but their luggages got switched,, then they bumped into each other at a supermarket wearing each other's clothes. ~Thank you! (By @mathsaerie literaly SO LONG AGO, I’m sorry!)

Mini scenarios with each member. If you like it, please check the masterlist for more.

Warnings: none, just pure cuteness I guess.

HOPE YALL ENJOY, THERE’S PROBABLY A TON OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I’M SO SLEEPY, BUT I JUST SAW THIS SEATING IN MY REQUESTS AND I HAD TO DO IT!

-Fucking hell! -The boy curses under his breath for what feels like the hundredth time.

The youngest of the group rolls his eyes at his hyung and reaches for another bite of his steak. The rest of the boys don't even acknowledge Seokjin's tantrum, too busy sipping on their beers and discussing what was the best 2018 meme. Only their disinterest doesn't slow him down one bit.

-Yah Jungkook! Don't roll your eyes at me you brat! -He points his finger at the unaffected boy, who just keeps poking the meat with his chopsticks. -This is serious okay? I don't know what to do!

-Ah hyung! first, stop marching in circles, you'll open a hole in the floor! -Says a tipsy Jung Hoseok, with his red nose shining in the orange lights of the hotel room. -Secondly, what can we do now? We told you not to get a black bag... -He gazes away from Seokjin's psychotic stare as soon as he's done speaking, instead choosing to silently ask for Jimin's help.

Jimin clears his throat after finishing the rest of his beer in one swing, running his fingers through his hair to take it away from his face.

-Hyung, don't overthink it. You just switched luggage, I'm sure the guy that has your stuff is as confused and upset as you are right now, he'll probably try to find you at some point.

Seokjin plops on the bed and covers his eyes with his arms, he feels like screaming but gives up once remembering that he is in America and it's pretty late already.

-This is ridiculous... How does someone not put any contact information in his bag? Is he a drug dealer or something? Aah this guy... -He mumbles curses and blindly kicks the black bag on the floor. -What should I do until then?

Hoseok stands up and stretches his legs, letting out a tired sigh before bending down to check the dark clothes that fill the back.

-Hyung, they are pretty stylish! -He unfolds a couple of t-shirts, eyes droopy as they get every time he has one too many drinks. -You might as well have fun with it!

-Heey, what are you talking?? How can he wear someone else's clothes? It's weird! -Exclaims Jungkook from the table, still happily stuffing his face and speaking in dialect.

-What else are you supposed to do? We are going to be here for another 15 days, might as well not waste a fortune in new clothes! -Says Jimin, also getting up to join Hoseok by the bag. -And Hobi is right, they are pretty cool! I might get one of those for myself back in Korea! -He jokes around, pulling a black leather jacket from the luggage.

Seokjin lifts his arms from his eyes to stare at them, hissing in his old man fashion.

-Yah you two are having way too much fun with this! ...

Yoongi sits in his room, blankly staring at the black bag as if he had zoomed out at the face of a crisis.

-Hyung are you okay? -Taehyung pokes his cheek playfully, flashing the older one of his signature boxy smiles.

He takes a long pause before answering with a simple nod, eyes completely empty. He's always hard to reach in those situations, whenever something goes wrong, Yoongi instantly shuts down all expressions.

Namjoon storms inside the room, tripping over taehyung's bag and almost falling face first. He curses and gives taehyung a harsh look for abandoning his luggage by the door.

-Okay, I just notified the airline, they are going to check all the people from that flight to see if someone else is missing their bag, until then, there's not much we can do. -He tries to calm Yoongi with a gentle smile, but the boy keeps staring at the pile of unfolded clothes that are jumping out of the stranger's bag. -Is something else bothering you? What's wrong? -The considerate guy places his hand in Yoongi's shoulder, also examining the bag from his position.

Taehyung sits down and starts going through the clothes right away, nodding every once in a while as if he's a fashion designer studying someone's work.

-There's nothing wrong it's just... -He tilts his head and hisses a little, his accent becomes a little bit evident when he's surprised. -That guy is just absurd! -He chuckles, exposing his gummy smile, the other two follow his actions, staring at each other in confusion. -Look at his clothes, is he a rainbow? Why is everything so colorful??

Now Yoongi seems to be laughing at his poor situation, tears forming at the corner of his eyes, he finds it to be so funny and Taehyung and Namjoon can't help but laugh along with him,

-Hyung, they might not be your style... -Exclaims Taehyung once he controls his laughter, also wiping the corners of his eyes. -They might not be, but they are pretty good! I'm sure you can pull it off!

Yoongi reaches for a bright yellow piece that sticks from the bottom of the mess, pulling it out to realize it's a sweater that says "Save the bees", they stare at it for a few seconds.

-What... -And just like that, they are laughing uncontrollably again, pressing at their stomach.

-It's okay! It's okay, it's okay! -Namjoon tries to be helpful, pulling a pair of dark jeans from the bag. -Just give it a shot, it won't be bad!

-Yes! Try them I want to see it! -Says an excited Taehyung, jumping on his feet.

It takes a lot of convincing but they finally manage to get Yoongi out of his comfortable spot in the large bed of his bedroom and into the bathroom to change into the stranger's clothes. He comes out a bit later, hands behind his back and a pout on his lips.

Taehyung and Namjoon exclaim from the other side of the room, looking very excited. Sure, it's not like Yoongi but it's not bad at all! Seems pretty decent actually.

-The pants are okay I guess... -He starts, looking at his thin tights in the dark jeans, and the way they end nicely on his ankles. -But...

His friends exchange a concerned look, both focusing on Yoongi's last words.

-Why are his arms so long?! -He reveals his hands, that are completely engulfed in the large sweater, making him look tiny. -Is he slender man?

-AAAAH so cute!!! -Exclaims Taehyung, while Namjoon is rolling on the bed with laughter, getting red by the second, the youngest grabs his phone instantly to snap some pictures of his hyung.

-Yah! Do you have a death wish?! Kim Taehyung! ...

-I don't like this, I don't like this at all! -Says Seokjin as the four of them jump out of the car and into the busy streets. -I look so ridiculous! -He points his wrists, as to remind them one more time of how short are the sleeves of this coat.

-Don't worry hyung, no one's going to notice that, it's dark inside! -Jimin points the noisy club a few feet ahead with excitement in his puppy eyes.

-Nah! Everyone is going to notice, and they'll think "what a weird, weird man!" -teases Jungkook, running away as soon as Seokjin jumps to beat his ass. ...

-No matter what I put on, It always looks like I'm in my pajamas. -Laughs Yoongi in front of the mirror. Namjoon chuckles behind his beer can and Taehyung finally knocks on their door.

They talk about the places they want to visit during their stay as they make their way into the bar to meet their producer and friends.

The story of how Yoongi got the wrong bag got told hundreds of times and the embarrassing photos were sent to everybody as they drank away their worries, laughing loudly at stupid jokes.

-In the end, did you hear from the airline? -ask one of the guys from the producing staff. -Did you find any information on him?

Yoongi shakes his head and crosses his legs, resting his fingers on his knees.

-I've told you, the guy is completely crazy -He laughs- We only got an email address, worldwidehandsome, something, something!

... The group of four guys walks down the street, or rather, stumble down the street as the first lights of morning begging to cut the skies. The fools sing traditional Korean songs in funny voices and laugh like crazy at each other over the smallest things.

They finally come across a 24h convenience store a few blocks away from the club, and because Jungkook is a whining baby, they get in to buy the maknae some food.

The lady at the cashier seems completely oblivious to the boy's mess, even when they throw bags of chips at each other she just chooses to ignore it and just focus on her magazine instead.

The bell rings, a new group walks in but they follow to different aisles, not paying the group of four any attention.

-You are so full of yourself! Why would she be staring at you?? -Accuses Hoseok at Seokjin after the boy's absurd bragging.

-What's the chance of us finding soju? -Asks Taehyung, immediately turning to Namjoon as if he's the source of all knowledge.

-Ah, should we have soju? -Asks Yoongi in his quiet, yet drunk swept voice.

From the other side of the store, the two keep up with their bickering.

-YAH I'm telling you!!! I'm worldwide handsome! - Screams Seokjin, laughing hysterically shortly after.

Namjoon and Taehyung exchange looks one more time, then gaze at Yoongi, waiting for his reaction to match theirs.

He doesn't move, just stares at them with a confused look on his face.

-Worldwide handsome! -Shouts Taehyung, running all the way to the other side of the store to find Seokjin still laughing with his friends.

Yoongi and Namjoon show up at the aisle after him, all staring at the guys with clothes too small for him.

-Oh?! That's my favorite coat! -Says Yoongi, pointing at the stranger!

Seokjin turns around at the use of Korean, also surprised, with wide eyes.

-Oh! Mister drug dealer!

-Slander man!

They both exclaim at the same time.

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yukiwrites · 6 years

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Ryoma, Unmarried

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @xpegasusuniverse! This was so much fun to write açksjdlasd I hope you like it! ;D

Summary: A few months passed after the war, and Ryoma is still the only royal left without a marriage partner. Or rather, the only person in the entire army! He feels ashamed and pushed aside. When he was about to choose an arranged marriage partner, a friend from the past visits and takes him out drinking...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The war against Nohr had ended and, with it, another unexpected battle: against the incarnation of a Silent Dragon long forgotten.

Corrin led the hoshidan army to defeat the possessed King of Nohr, Garon, as well as his remaining loyal forces. It was a hard-fought battle, one that would have been impossible to win without their strong bonds of love and trust.

Of their bonds of love and trust.

After the battle was over, Nohr crowned a new King: Prince Leo, who had signed a peace treaty with King Ryoma of Hoshido. From then on, both kingdoms would only know peace.

... Indeed. Peace.

Peace and bridge-gapping opportunities went very well together, as princess Hinoka said so, mere weeks after the war was over. She wanted her relationship with the nohrian knight to be known all across Hoshido and Nohr, so the people from both kingdoms could come to understand that the war was now a thing of the past: and that love could blossom from between them.

Without a reason to dislike nohrians as the new age of tranquility began, Ryoma could do nothing but acknowledge his sister's claims, publicly announcing her marriage to their people.

'The First Princess is marrying before her Lord Brother, the King? What's happened?' The tongues wagged whenever they had the opportunity, poking Ryoma at places he never thought they would. It was custom that the oldest sibling would be first to marry, then the second oldest, and so on, until the youngest.

And yet, Ryoma blessed not only Hinoka's, but Takumi's and Sakura's marriages both, while still being an unmarried King.

Mere months had passed since the peace treaty, and yet the people and the court already talked about King Ryoma's inability to conceive a heir or of finding a marriage partner.

'There are hundreds of noble girls eager to claim the position of Queen of Hoshido! What is King Ryoma waiting for?' Were their constant words, making the newly crowned King even more burdened with his siblings' marriages.

Of course, he should’ve been happy for them, but the circumstances of their relationships as well as how they conveyed their feelings to him... Still made him bitter to this day. He couldn't forget the shame he felt that fateful evening as he shared the same table of the siblings who kept their affairs from him.

He had always looked forward and only forward, never making time for his heart to find place with someone. He saw as each of his subjects found love, one after the other: Saizo took Mozu back to his village so she could learn how to be the wife of a ninja, as did Kaze and Kagero with their loved ones.

Corrin, his brother by heart, left for the Fire Tribe to undergo their rigid training in hopes to be accepted to marry Rinkah. Sakura herself left a short while after her marriage; to live with her young husband back at the Wind Tribe -- one that she would lead in the future, alongside Hayato. Hinoka brought Silas to live in the castle, though they also had a house at the border between Hoshido and Nohr so they could always be aware of the great step their relationship meant to both kingdoms.

Azura left with Kaden for the kitsune hamlet.

Every single one of the royal siblings had married before their King could even fathom finding something akin to love in his life. He wouldn't have been bothered about it if the circumstances had been different, but to this day he could not stop thinking about it. As a King, he had to find a partner so as to bring his subjects the peace of heart of knowing that he would deliver an heir to his rule. As a Prince, it was his duty to oversee his siblings' marriages and give them to their partners with a still heart and a smile.

As a brother, it bothered him to no end that his siblings worked behind his back to bring shame to him!

... No, that wasn't it. He knew his siblings only wanted to be with their loved ones. As a man, he couldn't help but feel betrayed because while he had his efforts focused on the war, his family found even stronger bonds than their brotherly ones. They each found someone more important to them than him.

The anxiety of having to meet his people's expectations as well as the utter feeling of abandonment made Ryoma battle a headache every single day.

He was already going through some of the noble women willing to rise to the crown. If he wouldn't marry for love, he would for convenience. Anything to stop feeling like this.

"Gah, what a sour face I come to find the day I decide to visit!" A familiar and disgusted voice sounded from the door, making Ryoma look up from his desk.

His shoulders sagged immediately when he laid his eyes upon the blonde woman giggling by the entrance. "Scarlet! You didn't tell me you were going to visit."

Scarlet never lost her smirk, entering the room without waiting for invitation. "Yeah, well, I didn't know I was gonna visit, either. I remembered I owed you something, so I just came here on a whim to give it to you!"

"Owe me something?" Ryoma frowned. "Scarlet, the one indebted to you is me. Without your help back then-"

"Ookayy, stop!" She raised her palm right in front of Ryoma's nose. "I said I was gonna give you something, but the moment I saw your sour face, I changed my mind. I mean, I'll still give it to you, but somewhere else! C'mon, come with me." She pulled him by the arm, making him get up from his seiza.

"Scarlet- I cannot leave right now, I still have many duties-"

"Isn't a Kingsly duty or whatever to receive foreign guests? There you have it. You're gonna show me around RIGHT NOW."

Ryoma felt the burden so long over his shoulders to dissipate. "I can never win against you, can I?"

The wyvern knight smiled widely, a faint shade of pink covering her cheeks. "That's right, ya can't! Although I asked you to 'lead the way', I already know where we're going -- I found a smashin' little bar just behind the western gate: it was a stand-and-drink thingy! You hoshidans are so creative with the small space you live in."

For the first time in months, Ryoma let out a heartfelt laugh. "Hah, very well, then, Scarlet. Lead the way. I'm eager to find out about this 'smashing little place'."

Scarlet snorted loudly, "even your tongue's too used to this flowery formal speech! Loosen up, you!" She slapped his back and laughed, quickly making her way outside.

With a smile, Ryoma followed. He hadn't felt this free in so long!

Only after setting foot outside did the King notice the time: it was already evening! How long had he been staring at those miai pictures for?

"C'mon, Ryoma, I can't pull you the whole night!" Scarlet's voice brought him back from his thoughts, her hand pulling his across the deserted corridors.

"How do you know these alleys? I assume this is the first time you've visited..."

"I'm used to alleys and stuff from back in the resistance, yeah? I'm just good at finding my way, I guess."

"What a curious skill to have. You'll need to teach me some other time." He chuckled, squeezing his hand on hers.

Scarlet felt her entire head explode from embarrassment after finally realizing she had been holding his hand that entire time. "W-what, you want me to visit even more? Or do you wanna know how to sneak out by yourself?" She tried to play it cool by not looking back, feeling her hand sweating.

"A little of both, I think." He admitted, "sneaking around is always a good skill to have."

"But you are pigheaded!" She choked on her breath, not believing at how dense a man could be. "Oh well, whatever, I came prepared for this, anyway."

Ryoma blinked in surprise. "Forgive me, did I offend you somehow-"

"Naw, don't worry about it. Lemme just get a bit of sake in my blood to loosen my lips a bit. Then we'll talk."

"A-alright..."

They arrived not too long after to the booth: it was indeed a stand-and-drink little place, with a few customers keeping to themselves at each corner of the counter.

Full of energy, Scarlet ordered the strongest soju they had, confident that she wouldn't be brought down to a hoshidan drink as opposed to the swill she was used to back home.

"Pwahh, this is some good stuff!" She slammed the cup on the counter, giggling. She could already feel her cheeks reddening from drinking only five cups. Maybe foreign sake was indeed strong even to her, after all.

Ryoma kept drinking modestly -- he was on his second cup -- and laughed by only looking at Scarlet. She was someone who could have fun with so little. If only he were able to be like that, then he wouldn't be so burdened.

"There you go again, making that sour face. Is my company that bad?" She poked on his forehead, in the middle of his furrowed brow.

Once again Ryoma blinked in surprise, downing his third cup immediately. "Pray, forgive me. I did not mean to worry you. This is just such a great breath of fresh air, I couldn't help but think of the things I still left unresolved."

Scarlet felt her heart thump, her hand reaching to her bag. "Yeah, about that stuff with your siblings, right? And... with you, too, I guess."

The King hardened his chin, his hands stopping midway to pouring himself another cup. "So you do know."

"Well, yeah, that's kinda why I'm here too. Remember the thing I was gonna give you? Here." She shoved her hand inside the bag, taking out a tuft of flowers and slamming them over Ryoma's chest.

"Flowers?" He tilted his head to the side, placing the cup and bottle on the counter so as to examine his present.

Scarlet chewed on her lip, the flush on her face not only because of the drink. "Yeah. They're daffodils. They grow around these premises, or don't, I don't know."

"That's... not very informativ-"

"Whatever, where they came from isn't important. But seeing as you didn't react as I knew you wouldn't, I'm also gonna give you this." Once again she shoved something out of her bag into his chest, but this time, it was a book. "It's a book that contains the meanings of the flower language."

"Scarlet, I'm-"

"I'm not done, sheesh, lemme talk 'till the end, alright? I just need some time to," she breathed in and out, psyching herself. "Alright, I'm good."

"R-right..." He looked around, trying to check if someone was watching them, but even the barman made himself scarce the moment Scarlet started talking.

"You remember back when we first met? You gave me something because you said that it was rude to meet without giving presents or whatever? It was a flower."

"Indeed, I found it only natural to give a beautiful flower to someone so strong-willed and gracious as yourself."

Scarlet left her mouth open in shock, midway to finishing her sentence. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, anyway. The flower you gave me, do you remember which kind it was?"

Ryoma looked up in thought, holding both book and flowers carefully. "Hmm, they were orange blossoms, if I remember correctly."

"Good, then you know." She smiled, then smirked. "Alright, your homework for after you go back is look up the meaning of orange blossoms and daffodil, you hear?"

"Homework-"

"Yeah, for later! Now, we drink our sorrows away!" She poured another cup for herself and for him, "be sure to tell me your answer tomorrow, ya hear? I'll be waiting!" She winked, then downed another cup. "Pwah, this is really some good stuff!"

Utterly lost about the entire conversation, but not about to deny spending time with his friend Scarlet, Ryoma placed his presents in his pocket, inside the haori he wore, and followed suit.

For the first time in months -- or rather, for the first time since he had last met Scarlet -- Ryoma finally loosened himself and smiled, the meaning of the flowers a secret to be revealed only later that night...

#ryoma #scarlet #fire emblem fates #fe 14 #fanfic commissions #my writings #Yuki's Commissions #the present she talks about is mentioned in their nohrian dlc convo

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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I Got You: Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, HYDRA abuse, violence, brainwashing after affects

Word Count: 3,848

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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“So what do you remember?” Dr. Banner asked you as he ran his tests. You glanced over at Bucky, seeking permission to answer. You had been doing it all day without even realizing you were. It didn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. Bruce looked back at Tony as Bucky gave you the smallest nod of permission to give the most minimal answer possible.

“Him.” You said softly as you pointed your free hand toward the man sitting on the bed next to you. “They wanted me to be like him.” You folded your hands in your lap as Bruce finished drawing blood. The doctor looked up at you, waiting for more but you gave nothing. You weren’t supposed to; those were the rules.

“What do you mean they want you to be like him?” Tony asked through the speakers in the room. Your eyes didn’t even meet Bucky’s face completely before he gave the smallest shake of his head. You knew why they wanted you to be like Bucky. It was a memory that had come back to both of you the week before but apparently it wasn’t one that needed to be shared. You knew better than to speak out of turn so you looked back down at your hands and shrugged.

“Someone find Cap.” Tony said angrily. “I’m done playing this damn game.” You heard the click of his shoes walking away as Bruce began taking blood from Bucky.

“Someone did a real number on you two.” Bruce said, more to himself than to either of you or the nurses that were starting up the machines on the far side of the room. “You were such a beautiful light here, (Y/N). I used to look…” His words were choked off by Bucky’s metal hand wrapping around his neck. Your eyes shot up and you let out a throaty whine.

“Don’t speak to her.” Bucky said as you whined again. His blue eyes found yours and he let go of Bruce. The man fell to the floor coughing as the woman frantically called for any of the Avengers over the facilities’s speakers. You hopped off the bed, grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him back over to your bed.

“It’s OK.” You told him as you pulled out the full tube of blood and the needle from his arm. You set them down on the table as the doors opened up behind you.

“What happened?” A voice you sort of recognized demanded as the man it belonged to walked into the room. You and Bucky both turned to look at him.

“Steve.” Bucky sighed behind you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You knew he was feeling the same feeling you were; the need to capture this person and bring him back. To do your new job. “We’ll only speak with you.” He said as he slid you back on the bed. You got on your knees and kneeled behind him to watch the man as your hands wrapped under Bucky’s arms and rested on his shoulders. You were both fighting with yourself and each other to keep the slightly saner portion of your mind in charge.

“Not here.” You whispered to Bucky as you looked at all the faces watching you. “Outside.” He tapped your thigh in acknowledgement.

“Can I trust you both, Buck?” Steve asked as he looked at the doctor on the floor who was literally looking a little green. You both nodded as he looked back up at you. With a small sigh, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s go outside.” Your brow furrowed slightly before you remembered how good your own hearing was. The two of you got off the bed and followed Steve out a different door as Tony called after him. You and Bucky kept your holds on the other tight as you followed him down a short hall and through a door that lead outside.

“They turned her into a super soldier.” Bucky said once the three of you were a decent ways away from the building. “They figured out a way to separate the serum from my blood and gave it to her. They literally made her my property…”

“We’re here for you.” You said softly. “I know he can feel it as much as I can. You are our mission.”

“A mission neither of us want to complete.” Bucky told him. The men looked at each other as Bucky put his hand on the small of your back and pulled you forward; silently giving you permission to speak freely.

“We just want ourselves back. We want to remember how we met…” You said as you pressed your back against his chest.

“If we ever kissed, or made love… two things we didn’t want to do when we couldn’t remember ourselves if we hadn't before.”

“If we even love each other…” You whispered, your voice cracking as you looked up at Bucky while tears filled your eyes. “Or if our feelings toward each other are just artificial side effects to…”

“You did love each other.” Steve interrupted. You both looked over at him and he gave you a small smile. “You hadn’t said it yet but we all saw it. You hadn’t kissed and as far as I know hadn’t slept together either. You shared a room here, though, this isn’t where you met.” He gestured to the building you had just come out of. “You two met five years before we found her.” Steve said as he pointed at you. You smiled, finally getting some kind of answers as you laced your fingers with Bucky’s.

“Is there a way to give us those memories back and get me to stop controlling her every move?” Bucky asked as he crossed his arms over your body.

“There is. It’s how we got through your brainwashing the first time.” Steve told the pair of you. “We can’t do it here, yet. We don’t have the technology for it. We have to go to Wakanda.”

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“So they made you a super soldier, too.” Sam said as he, Nat, and Clint sat across the training room from you while you waited to hear back from T’Challa, the King of Wakanda. You gave a half nod as you munched on a carrot stick in your bubble of safety in-between Bucky’s legs on the gym floor. “Oh, come on. You gotta show us.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Natasha said as your eyes danced between the group. Bucky didn’t move other than to grab himself another carrot stick from the bag on your lap you had brought with you from your home away from home.

“Oh, what’s the worst that could happen?” Sam said as he looked over at Nat. “Neither of them have said a word so maybe getting a little fight going…” You felt Bucky chuckle silently against your back.

“If she is a super soldier, she’ll kick your ass.” Nat said.

“Oh, I’m not fighting her! She could kill me with those freaky powers on a good day.” You hid the smirk on your face as you twitched your fingers the slightest bit. You watched Sam’s arm lurch in the air by the metal on his watch for a split second before falling back down. You were about to do it again as the group laughed but Bucky subtly bumped you in the back with his chest. Like a scolded child, you sank back against him, ducked your head and went back to your carrot sticks.

“See, she cheats.” Sam said as he gestured over to you.

“It’s so weird.” Clint said quietly to Natasha as he watched you act so submissively. “I don’t think I have ever seen her so quiet…”

“Leave ‘em alone, guys. They’re dealing with some stuff.” Steve said as he walked into the training room. He crouched down beside you and Bucky and held out two bottles of water. “Figured you might be thirsty.” With a slight tap of permission, you reached out and took yours with a small ‘thank you.’

“You think they will be able to fix that?” Nat asked in regards to your submissive behavior to Bucky.

“We have no idea what they can fix same as the last time… but we will do our best to get our friends back.” He spoke more to Bucky then the rest of the group and you felt your partner nod appreciatively.

“Hey Steve… get them to fight. I wanna see what she can do.” Sam said, receiving a whack on the arm from Natasha.

“If he wants to see it that bad tell him to get in the ring.” Bucky told Steve. You looked up at him, questionably and he shrugged. “He’s got a mouth on him.” You smirked and nodded.

“I’d be interesting.”

“Well, I’m actually curious myself. What do you say to an actual fair fight instead?” You glanced over at him before looking up at Bucky for an answer. He looked down at you, running through the scenarios in his head.

“Fight her outside. Less to damage.” You nodded and finished your carrot stick as you got up off the floor.

“Someone find Stark… quickly.” Steve said as you tucked your snack into your bag.

“Make me proud.” Bucky mumbled to you as he gently pushed you toward the doors that lead outside.

“Wait she’s fighting Cap? Alright!” Sam said as he followed you and Bucky outside. Once you got in to the field out front, you turned and waited as your little group collected outside of the door. You kept your eyes on Bucky at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for the go ahead as Steve got ready in front of you. You kept your hands folded in front of you while Sam started placing bets and Tony practically ran outside. You watched Bucky give you the slightest of nods before you looked back at Steve.

“Try to keep up.” You told him softly before you struck. He stumbled from the flat footed right hook you threw and the group ‘oh’ed’ loudly. You took a half step back and planted your feet as you blocked his returning punch. You barely had to use any force to make your blocks; this was nothing like fighting Bucky.

“Come on… give her a little something, don’t be scared to hit a girl.” Bucky called out when you landed another hit. Steve shook his head and laughed.

“Then you do it. I don’t wanna hurt her.” Bucky rolled his eyes as he finally walked over.

“Trust me. You won’t.” You blocked his first punch easily but missed the second one to your stomach that sent you flying backwards. You rolled to your feet as Steve quickly got out of the way. With a cocky smile, you flicked his arm back as a distraction while you ran toward him. You tackled him to the ground and went to slam your fist into his face.

“Nice try.” He chuckled as he wrapped his legs around your upper body and yanked you back. You twisted out of it and rolled to one knee.

“Show off.” You grumbled as you launched him back over your head by your feet in his stomach. You spun just a hair too slow and he grabbed your arm. He twisted it behind your back and you yelped at the suddenness of it.

“Don’t cheat!” He snapped as he felt his grip on your arm loosen. You growled, stopped using your abilities and reached behind you. You grabbed his thigh and yanked. He fell backwards and let go of your arm as you dragged him around in front of you on his side. You both got a few good hits in before he rolled away. You took the half second for him to get back up to do a fast back walk over so you could stand up a short distance away from him. You got two more solid hits in before he caught you around the middle and slammed you to the ground. You rolled out of the way of his punch and knocked his leg out from under him.

“Give up yet, honey?” You asked quietly as you straddled him, using your legs to pin his down. He swung his fist up toward you and you leaned back away from it with a small laugh. You grabbed his wrist with your hand and used your powers to pin the other hand by his head. “That a yes?” He scowled as you tilted your head slightly.

“Cheater.” You smiled as you moved your legs and stood up, pulling him up with him. He leaned forward so your noses nearly touched and pointed at you angrily. “You need to remember to watch your back and keep your guard up.” He scolded as you clasped your hands together behind your back. “I go easy on you, remember that. The enemy won’t.” You nodded as he put his hand on your shoulder blade and moved you partially behind him. You looked back at the group and your brow furrowed. Most of them were stunned and talking away about the way you now fought but Steve looked… scared.

“Why is he scared of me?” You asked softly as you stepped up and pressed yourself against Bucky’s back. Bucky remained silent as he studied his friend’s face.

“When did she learn Russian?” Nat called out. Your brow furrowed as you looked up at Bucky.

“When they had her.” He replied.

“Wait, I know Russian?” You asked. He glanced down at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Baby, you are speaking Russian right now and you understood that question. They must have trained you in it to make it easier for me and them. You know Romanian, German, Spanish and Italian too. We both switch back and forth all the time.”

“You’re kidding me… huh.” You saw his eyes light up in a smile that didn’t show on his face as he looked at the confused look you had.

“You didn’t realize you were speaking different languages?”

“Not once. It all sounded like English to me.” He bobbed his eyebrow and huffed a laugh as Natasha passed on the fact that you didn’t know you could now speak multiple languages to the confused onlookers.

“We got the clear to head to Wakanda.” Tony called out. You took ahold of Bucky’s hand and followed him and the rest of the group back inside.

“Do you realize it when we switch?” You whispered, wondering if you were speaking English or a different language. Bucky nodded as he grabbed your backpack off the training room floor and handed it to you. He didn’t say anything else so you remained quiet as you headed for the jet.

“That was seriously cool.” Sam said as he came up and draped his arm over your shoulders. The comfortability he had told you he had done it before but the reaction wasn’t one he expected. You dropped Bucky’s hand and slammed the heel of your palm into Sam’s stomach as Bucky punched him in the jaw simultaneously. You knew right away, that ‘normal (Y/N)’ wouldn’t react like that. You had just enough time to grab Bucky’s arm after he threw Sam across the training room as the group around you began to shout to try to get control.

You knew better but you still moved yourself in front of Bucky and placed both hands on his chest. You could feel him shaking with rage as he glared daggers at the man who touched you. You gave him a small whine to get his attention as you dragged your finger along his chin. His eyes found yours and he wrapped his arms around you, protectively holding you to his chest.

“Hey easy, Buck.” Steve said as he came to stand between the two of you and Sam. “It’s alright, he didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Mine.” Bucky growled as he cradled your head to his chest and took a step back. “I have to protect her…”

“I know, man. I get it.” Steve said as he held his hands up. “I won’t let him do it again.” You looked back at Steve as Clint heaved Sam’s unconscious body up off the floor. The humane part of you felt bad but the new soldier in you wanted to finish the job like you were supposed to.

“Let’s get you two on the jet to go, alright.” Natasha said as she walked over to you with her hands raised in surrender. Bucky moved you out of her reach, even though she, along with everyone else now knew better than to touch you. Steve and Nat both waited for Bucky’s response. With the slightest bob of his head, he shifted you to his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. You held his shirt in your hand as you followed after Steve, Tony and Nat.

“We gotta fix this.” Steve said to Tony as they led you onto the Quinjet. Bucky guided you to the chairs in the back corner of the plane as Tony nodded and looked over at you.

“I just hope it’s possible. We can’t afford to lose either or both of them to HYDRA.”

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“The process is long but we will be sedating them.” The Wakandan doctor explained to Steve and Tony as nurses hooked you and Bucky up to various wires. You had already listened to the entire process of how they were going to essentially hack your minds to unlock the rest of your memories, and override the new soldier programing. “It took a week for the soldier the first time around. We don’t expect the same length of time this time as they weren’t gone more than six months.”

“What’s the likelihood of success?” Steve asked. You looked up at Bucky who was sitting on a hospital bed right across from you.

“88%.” The man said simply. You felt like you wanted to cry as you looked into Bucky’s blue eyes. As the nurse stepped away to grab something, you jumped off your bed and moved to the other one. You heard the nurses and the doctor all start to protest as you sat down next to your owner.

“Leave them. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you don’t.” Tony said. Being careful of the wires that surrounded both your bodies, Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

“I love you.” You looked up at him as tears welled in your eyes. “I need you to know that.”

“I love you, too.” You whispered back. It was the first time either of you said it but it was still absolutely perfect.

“Lie down.” One of the nurses said; her accent thick and almost incomprehensible. A couple other nurses made sure none of the wires became unattached or tangled as the two of you laid down on your side on the too small bed. Neither of you minded as you grabbed on to each others hands in-between your bodies. You kept your eyes on his as the lead nurse put a metal halo with more wires on each of your heads.

“This is to help you sleep through the process since we are incapable of putting you both in cryosleep for such a short period.” The doctor said as he reached between the two of you to get to your IV’s. You watched as Bucky’s eyes watched the man before looking back at you. You felt the drug seep through your veins quickly. As you began to drift off, you reached up and touched your fingertips to Bucky’s cheek. He moved quickly and kissed you as his hand gripped your neck. You felt tears sting your eyes for only a moment before sleep claimed you both; the last conscious feeling you had was your lips on his for the first time.

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You were sitting in a white, padded room and for some reason, it felt familiar. You got up too look around as a pulse of electricity rolled through your body.

“Bucky?” You called out as you pressed against the walls to find a door. You must have hit some kind of button because you heard a screen lower behind you. You turned toward the noise and saw a sort of home movie of your mother. You smiled at the memory and leaned back against the wall as you fondly remembered the skiing trip to the mountains that was playing for you. As the movie shifted into another one, you slid down on the floor to watch. Each time the movie changed, you felt the same pulse of electricity.

After a couple hours, the home movies stopped and turned into ones of you by yourself. You then realized they were memories. You watched for hours as you figured out your powers: learning how to use them; how to control them. You smiled at the memory of the first building you accidentally knocked down after burning yourself with a curling iron. You remembered that, to this day, you never used one again.

Then you got to hours of Bucky. The first time you met him in Italy. You thought he was trying to kill you so you pinned him under a car to get away. You chuckled at the montage of cat and mouse you had played throughout the years. Germany, Columbia, Spain, Mexico, Cuba, Canada, Japan, Paris, Scotland, Portugal, Egypt, Morocco, Monaco... all the places you had traveled; followed closely by your shadow. You smiled fondly as a voice began to speak in your ear.

“He’s your lover, not your owner. You are not a killer.” The voice said softly as the movie began playing more intimate moments. Your countless movie nights and your late night talks. The voice repeated itself over and over as your first mission with the Avengers played back. You could feel your chest tighten slightly as it shifted to the memory from Stark tower. But that tightness didn’t go away as the couple missions after the first played back. You stood up and dug your nails into the wall to balance yourself. You tried to look away from the video but you couldn’t.

“No, stop!” You cried out as your hand wrapped around something on the wall. The voice got louder as the electric pulses became stronger. You kept watching the tape; gasping for air. The room seemed to close in on you as the movie changed to the months of torture HYDRA inflicted on you.

“Wait! I don’t…” You held on tightly as the images sped up. The voice shouted its message over a loud, fast beeping. Panic ripped through your body as you watched the man you love be beaten, abused and tortured in front of you.

“James!” You screamed as the walls closed in on you. The movie quickly played through to the end and as you watched yourself lay down next to Bucky in that hospital bed, everything went black.

Part 7

#Bucky x Reader #I Got You

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allimariexf · 6 years

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alli’s Arrow 2x02 rewatch thoughts

(Aka: Felicity establishes some friendship rules for OTA)

Diggle: “Why the sudden interest in my love life?” Oliver: “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me.” aww! (and yet, it’s easier for Oliverto acknowledge a real love and friendship for Dig because his feelings toward Dig are straightforward, unlike his feelings toward Felicity)

Felicity “I quit!” With newfound confidence, self-worth, sass. Partially because this is her professional sphere, where she always had a lot of confidence. And partially because she has become more aware of her own strength, bravery, and sees herself as more of an equal.

I think this change in Felicity is very similar to the change we see in her after Oliver “dies” in his duel with Ra’s al Ghul. When he comes back, everyone has gone through a lot without him, and in 3x13 Felicity’s like “That doesn’t mean we can go back.” We never get to see what they go through when Oliver leaves after the Undertaking, but it’s safe to say it had a profound effect on them. Felicity grows more confident - both because during the Undertaking she helped mitigate the damage and was heroic and self-sacrificing, and because she had to come to terms with fear and pain in its aftermath.

She always did have fight in her when pushed, when her unconscious confidence rose to the surface, but she’s not holding herself back now. Last season I measured progress in her almost-touches, but this right here she jabs him in the chest unapologetically. “Which you think I am going to accept.” And unlike the Oliver of old who held himself apart, he kinda plays along lolol. She jabs him and he reacts bodily like she pushed him hard (the first in a long line of Oliver-reacting-to-Felicity-punching-him-as-if-it-hurts), looking down like “did you really just do that?” ADORABLE. (But he basically accepts it and this is the real start of Oliver and Felicity being handsy with one another.)

“Every time we need to discuss how we spend our nights.” // “And I love spending the night with you.” OMGGGG though I’m so struck this time around by how much this flirty sexual tension is ON THE SURFACE. Like, ON. THE. SURFACE. I’m just picturing Diggle already thinking they need to get a room.

Meanwhile I love how Oliver tries to catch John’s eye like “can you believe the big deal she’s making over this?” but instead John adds his own, “Well it could be worse. My secret identity’s as his black driver.”

So she gives in but she makes sure to let him know she won’t make this easy for him: she’s gonna be loud and opinionated! Slamming her hand on his desk, clomping loudly in her high heels, and then: “May I get you a cup of coffee?”

She’s provoking him, instead of simply holding silent. She wants him to know she’s serious. She wants him to know that she’s done silently doing his bidding while fading in the background. Also, the dress. The clothes and the attitude definitely go together. And the hair. All of it deliberately provocative. My godddddddd this scene is everything!

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And then THIS SCENE after Oliver’s ambushed by the SCPD:

Felicity reaches out and almost touches his arm in sympathy, but then at Dig’s mention of Laurel: “Hey! Go easy on him!” (“It’s all right, Felicity.”) “No. It’s not.” SHE GRABS HIS ARM and this is the first time she’s ever grabbed him and he looks down like “wtf is happening?” I think he’s equally caught off guard by the fact that she grabbed him and the fact that he’s letting her.

“You don’t get to jump down his throat just because you happen to be having a lousy week. You’re pissed - he invoked the almighty Laurel.” This is the first time she calls out the way he reveres Laurel. Definitely Oliver’s personal life has always been “off limits,” but she’s done with that. And she’s mocking him over it.

Felicity’s speech and anger on John’s behalf basically draws a sharp contrast between the way Oliver treats Diggle and Felicity versus the way Oliver treats Laurel. On the one hand, Dig and Felicity know his secrets, have his trust, and risk their lives for him, while Oliver constantly questions their judgment, disregards their advice, and leaves them out to dry. On the other hand, Laurel doesn’t know anything about who he is now, doesn’t risk her life for him, and now is actively working against them, while Oliver continues to keep her on a pedestal and disallows anyone from saying anything bad against her.

So in this scene Felicity is defending Dig, but she’s also standing up for herself, requiring that Oliver recognize that THEY ARE IMPORTANT. They are people too, and they are actual friends who deserve respect, and he’s got to listen to what they have to say and he can’t just act without taking their needs and concerns into consideration anymore. (And yeah, I 100% believe she’s still bitter about him making her his EA without at the very least consulting her. Wow! Just realized how deep this boy’s patterns of behavior run. Season 2, season 4 (and now, dammit, season 6 😫 though I blame that on bad writing, not a lapse in Oliver)).

The thing about the way Oliver and Felicity communicate is that he always catches her subtext. I am sure he caught this subtext, which is why it had such an impact on him - why he seems apologetic to her, even though the argument was ostensibly over Oliver’s treatment of Diggle.

But she turns her back on him and walks away. I think this is the first time she ever actually turns her back and walks away from him. And it cuts him because maybe without him even realizing it they’ve gotten to the point where her opinion of him matters.

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Mmkay just so we are clear: Felicity as Oliver’s EA is just so delicious, one of my favorite things about season 2, and I absolutely think it helped bring them closer faster. I wishhhh we saw more of it on the show. Thankfully there’s EA fanfic, some of which I’m writing.

“Miss Smoak.” “Hmm?” “Would you get my guest and I some coffee?” HE IS ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY TRYING TO PUSH HER BUTTONS HERE. You can tell by his little smile that it’s a challenge. (ADORABLE!)

OH OLIVER, FELICITY HAS COME TO PLAY: “You know, I would Mr. Queen, but it seems someone’s broken our coffeemaker. Violently.” ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: PLAYFULNESS (and deeper respect).

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Oliver: “I got wrapped up in my own suffering and I forgot that some other people might be suffering too.” OH YOU THINK, OLIVER? At least we’re seeing the immediate payoff of Felicity’s influence right here. *sigh*

AND THEN: The coffee cup of emotions. “One.” She brings him that coffee because she can see he’s feeling down, and because she sees he’s apologizing to Dig and just generally trying. So the context of her bringing the coffee has entirely changed, which is why she allows it: this isn’t the action of an EA, but of a friend.

AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS HOW YOU BUILD A BEAUTIFUL, STRONG, SLOW-BURN SHIP BASED ON MUTUAL RESPECT.

(further random thoughts below the cut)

Workout montage 😍

Season 2 Oliver in a suit is just something to behold. And then. The grey t-shirt. Which I am also very okay with.

(Not gonna lie, I skimmed through a lot of the flashback and Laurel stuff because honestly none of that ends up being really significant in the long run. And as I said earlier, I find Oliver/Shado to be icky, and Laurel in season 2 to be pretty annoying, so….)

So season 2 was the debut of Katie Cassidy’s new chin and I have never been a fan, sorry. I mean, a person can do what they want as long as it makes them happy, but there was nothing wrong with her original chin. :\

I had forgotten about the weird Laurel/Sebastian relationship thing. Uck.

*ring* “It’s Felicity.” (Oliver to Felicity:) “Tell me.” Those communication skills tho.

She’s just gained so much confidence in the Arrow Cave, too! Her voice, her attitude, it’s awesome.

(“Who in the hell could be feeding us year-old surveillance?”) Bwaahaaa, cute confident Felicity, that’s who!

Chien Na Wei is so awesome. I miss the old-fashioned fights that didn’t have progressively-unbelievable “canary cries,” if I’m honest.

Eermigerd tho this little BrOTP Oliver/Diggle scene: “I didn’t need one of your trick arrows.” “I couldn’t risk it. Where would I be without my black driver?” WHEN THESE TWO JOKE WITH EACH OTHER, YOU GUYS. It’s like the alignment of all the planets and there are like rainbows and puppies and library fines amnesty.

@jules85 @blondeeoneexox @hope-for-olicity @memcjo

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Ya girl needs very little encouragement to post things lmao, so here y’all go. (also, I’m really sorry if there’s weird symbols where the apostrophes etc are? I can’t see it on mobile, but on desktop it’s all over my posts... They only show up when I put a read more cut, but since this is so long I’m not gonna exclude one. I’d get rid of the symbols manually if I could, but they don’t appear when I’m editing the post. They disappear once you click keep reading tho.)

Title: sock slides.docx? Lmao it doesn’t have one yet bc titles are generally the last thing I do Rating: g+ - it is dumb domestic stuff with mutual pining, some cursing Ship: Scarlet Vision Word count rn: 6669 Warning: This is still a wip (and if I knew what to do with it, it’s like... only 2/3rds the way done?) and I make zero (0) guarantees I’ll ever finish it since it has been troubling me for so long. If I do, I’ll post the link to my ao3 I guess (tbh tho my user there is the same so I’m not that hard to find).

"You think they know there are live cameras all around the compound, even in our living quarters?"

Five pairs of dubious eyes turned from the computer screen to Steve. He shrugged, a sort of smile on his face. He’d only recently figured out Tony had installed cameras into the living areas of the Avengers Compound, so it didn’t hurt to ask – especially since he felt watching this feed was an invasion of privacy (it was a cute video, granted, but it just felt wrong to watch it if they didn’t know there were working cameras all over the place).

“Maybe they think they’re dummy cams?” Sam offered. He, too, had been a bit late on noticing the camera system, and it was only when Steve had asked about them that he’d been told they were recording everything. Considering how big the Avengers Compound was, which was comparable to a large museum, he didn’t feel ashamed that he’d assumed the cameras in the living quarters were fakes. At Sam’s side, Tony snorted and rolled his eyes.

“They probably didn’t think we’d check,” Tony said, because he knew for a fact at least one of the two in question knew about the extensive camera system at the Compound. He’d helped Tony install the cameras, which is why Vision knew the living area feed would only be checked if a problem occurred. There hadn’t been any red flags sent up while the rest of the Avengers had been on a mission, leaving Vision and Wanda to housesit, no. It was the fact they’d had the Compound to themselves. Natasha claimed Vision acted differently around Wanda if he thought no one would notice (and vice versa), and Steve voiced similar opinions that Wanda and Vision seemed to favor each other after watching simulation trainings. That had garnered the interest of the rest of the Avengers, new and old, and there wasn’t a better opportunity to observe them than on the camera feeds while all of the other Avengers were on a mission. They all acknowledged it was a bit underhanded, but, as leaders of the New Avengers team, Natasha and Steve did need to know how their team acted around each other. They’d need to know if Vision and Wanda were closer than originally presumed to plan for possible bad reactions if one got hurt.

Or so Natasha said before they’d silently returned to the Compound and entered the tiny security room to watch the video feeds.

The two drifters who rarely visited the Compound and had little to do with the New Avengers, Clint and Tony, had their own justifications to wanting to see the feed. Clint wanted to check in on Wanda after hearing whom her supposed favorite person was. Since Pietro’s death, he’d become a father figure to her, so Clint felt responsible for looking out for Wanda, especially if she ever decided to look for a romantic partner. He didn’t think Vision was a bad guy (far from it, in fact), but there was the question of if Vision had emotions. Clint didn’t want Wanda to get hurt. It was a bit hard adjusting his behavior and advice to a young adult from his children who hadn’t even entered their teens, but it was definitely worth it even if he accidentally overstepped his bounds every now and then. Tony just wanted to see how things were progressing with his self-proclaimed “robot son.” He felt at odds with three of the four newest Avengers. Sam was easy enough to get along with, but it wasn’t like Tony really knew the guy. And Wanda and Vision were on a whole different level of… everything. He wasn’t sure where to start with either of them even though he knew Vision should be easier to talk to than Wanda. There was just something that made talking to the guy really, really difficult for Tony.

“Boys, you're all wrong. They're kids being kids, and kids do weird shit when they're bored - and they don't care who sees. This doesn’t even classify as 'weird shit' because I'd call you a damn liar if you said you hadn't done this before - except for our resident fossil," Natasha laughed, swiveling around in the computer chair to face them. She’d claimed the single chair in the room immediately upon entering it, leaving the men to awkwardly scrunch together behind her. Rhodes and Clint were at her sides while Sam, Tony, and Steve were pressed together behind them.

"Okay, no, it definitely counts as 'weird shit' because pretty much anything involving Vision classifies as 'weird shit,'" Tony argued, pointing at the screen as Vision quickly appeared on it, barely noticeable red wisps around his ankles and wearing clothes none of them ever thought he’d wear.

"You don't know the guy 'cause you're rarely here, Tony. Vision is the embodiment of ‘weird,’ so this is normal by Vision standards. Weird was when Nat was teaching them how to swim," Sam countered.

“And when Tony drunkenly tried to teach Vision to twerk at that Stark charity ball thing,” Clint sniggered. Everyone but Tony had a chuckle remembering how Tony had nearly succeeded explaining why people twerked before Wanda dragged Vision away from him.

“Hold on, that wasn’t weird - that was father-son bonding time!”

“Anyone else smell that? It’s the patent Stark bullshit.”

"I just want to know how she convinced him to join her," Rhodes said, a bit loudly for his norm, wanting to stop the oncoming squabble between Clint and Tony.

"First of all, Vision rarely says no to things. Second of all - and this really negates the need for my first point - it's Wanda," Natasha shrugged, swiveling around to look at the screen again. On one hand, there was no chance she could blackmail Vision with this because he seemed to have no shame, but Wanda, on the other hand...

"... True," Rhodes agreed, holding his hands up in the air in defeat. Clint wished someone had a follow up comment to disagree, but silence enveloped the room as they watched the camera feed for the third or fourth time through.

"Hey, Steve… are those your socks?" Sam squinted at the screen, pointing at Vision's feet. Natasha paused the video since it was one of the few times the living room furniture didn't block out Vision and Wanda's lower halves, and Rhodes moved aside so Steve could get closer to the computer and get a better look.

"Yes, yes they are."

"Vis, come on. It's not like we're breaking in. The only time Steve locks his door is when he’s sleeping, and he only does that because Stark drew on his face while drunk one time," Wanda said, tugging at Vision's hand. He’d followed her willingly enough from the living room to Steve’s closed, but admittedly unlocked door, yet his stomach had twisted with each step they took. Vision felt curiously jumpy and had to stamp down the need to look over his shoulder as if the rest of the Avengers would burst into the living quarters of the Compound at any moment. He knew they were not due back until at least the following morning, and yet his shoulders were taut under his shirt and his mouth was dry.

"You told me that closed doors meant the room's owner did not want others coming in on their own free will." It wasn't a lie - Wanda had told him that. Vision just didn’t want to tell Wanda the real reason why he didn’t want to enter Steve’s room, though he wouldn’t be surprised if she could read his mood. He was feeling rather… silly, really, about the whole situation. Over the ten months since his birth, Vision had learned and done many things, but there was one thing that always seemed to elude him: denying Wanda when she requested something from him. All she had to do was turn her green eyes to him and give the slightest hint of a smile, and his systems always seemed to fail. He figured it was a fault in his programming (which was done by Tony, who could never say no to a pretty face, something Wanda definitely had). Not that she’d ever made him do something he truly didn’t want to do, just… things he normally would never even think of doing. Humans were very, very odd sometimes, but he did enjoy humoring them (especially Wanda, who came up with the strangest things).

Vision avoided looking at Wanda’s face after his comment and instead concentrated on their linked hands, knowing she was about to start pouting at him. He had, after all, caved in to her request and was already wearing what she deemed “appropriate” clothing for the occasion. Her pout would also likely mean his immediate downfall, as Vision knew he agreed to whatever she said after she pouted 96.742% of the time. There was just something about the way Wanda’s lower lip jutted and her eyebrows worried her brow that made him forget his misgivings and do what she wanted him to do. It was even more effective than her various smiles.

Vision’s eyes automatically followed his hand when Wanda brought it up to her face by her chin, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards as he accepted defeat. She’d brought his attention right to where he’d been attempting to avoid. Sometimes, he wondered if she actually knew his weak points or if she was just insanely lucky.

"Yes, but we're doing this in the name of science, Vis. Science. You love science. And, also, it's Steve. If he even found out, he wouldn't mind one bit. It's not like we're stealing any of his possessions. We're just borrowing a pair of his socks, which we're even going to wash for him when we're done,” Wanda paused slightly, and she continued before Vision even had the chance to open his mouth, “You won't get them dirty, but the floor might. And it’s common courtesy." Vision expelled his breath through his nose, halfway between amused and amazed. She’d done it again. It was hard not to question if Wanda ever read his mind even though he knew she never did without his explicit permission. She always seemed to know what he'd say before he said it. Vision had gone to Sam to question him about Wanda’s knack for knowing what to say and do, and Sam had laughed it off, saying that’s just how best friends were. There wasn't any real proof behind it, it was just something that... was. A soft, full-blown smile wormed its way onto his face, a warm buzz filling his chest that soon traveled across his whole body. He repositioned his hand that was caught between both of hers so he could squeeze one, completely ignoring the hum in his lips that could only be silenced by meeting Wanda’s cheek.

Vision really needed to look into his coding to figure out how to say no to all the absolutely ridiculous things Wanda got him to do and how to shut down the odd impulses he had around her.

"In the name of science, then," he said, artificial heart skipping a beat when a radiant, toothy grin spread across her face. Which definitely did not have anything to do with why he agreed to her schemes, no, not at all.

That was absurd as well as impossible for someone like him.

With a tap to the monitor screen outside of Steve’s door, Wanda got them access to his room. Vision bit the inside of his cheek when she didn’t release his hand and instead intertwined their fingers. It was a little awkward, since her hand was smaller than his and their vastly different heights made the position of their arms uncomfortable, but Wanda seemed as keen as Vision was to let go – which meant she was going to hold on until she absolutely needed to release his hand. Vision let her lead him into Steve’s room, but he didn’t peer around it in respect of Steve’s privacy since he’d never been in Steve’s room before. Wanda, however, apparently had been because she led him confidently to a chest of drawers on the far wall and dropped to her knees to open the bottom drawer. Vision had to lean over awkwardly to not let go of her hand, but it did provide him with a better view of what she was doing as Wanda immediately reached to the very back of the drawer. Though it was filled with white and gray undershirts, she pulled out the socks she wanted with a flourish and a wicked smirk over her shoulder. Steve had described the socks as “garishly wonderful.” Vision preferred referring to them as an assault on his eyes. The crew socks had been part of a five-pack of male Avengers themed soft, fuzzy socks, and Sam had gifted them to Steve on Steve’s birthday as a joke. The socks currently in Wanda’s hand were the Captain America themed ones. They were obnoxiously red, white, and blue to replicate Steve’s original costume from the 1940s, complete with little white, protruding wings at the top that were reminiscent of the ones on his helmet.

Vision’s eye unconsciously twitched. Wanda’s smirk grew wider.

"Are you certain I actually need to wear the socks? I can just copy them myself." It was futile. Vision knew it, yet he felt the need to ask anyway. The strange prickliness of his skin was back, tightening his muscles, as he stared at the socks instead of Wanda’s devious face. He, along with everyone else, knew Steve sometimes wore the socks “because they’re comfortable.” Vision felt that wasn’t an adequate reason for wearing the horrid socks, but he was never going to tell anyone, especially Steve, that. He’d learned that humans sacrificed comfort for beauty in social settings, and they sacrificed style for comfort when they were alone. Vision was glad he never had to do either, as he could make his clothes as comfortable as he liked while they still looked fancy.

"Yup. Science, Vis. What if your molecules behave differently than the actual socks and create a different amount of friction? You’ve never tried replicating something like these before. And besides, we already did the worst part of this - entering Steve's room without his explicit permission." If it was possible, Wanda’s smirk became even more wicked, and Vision knew that expression. He wondered what about it that made his systems come to a grinding halt (he kept files on all the smiles she gave him and what they meant, and this particular smile, in the top three of the “smiles that’d make him do pretty much anything for Wanda” category, meant trouble), though an easy answer was that he had a soft spot for Wanda when she did almost anything. It didn’t matter that what she said wasn’t exactly right or that she was asking him to put on those absurd socks – all that mattered was she smiled and he couldn’t dream of saying no to that smile, and because he wouldn’t exactly have to look at the socks if he was wearing them.

Perhaps now he’d learn why Steve wore the horrid things.

“I doubt that, if I could not copy them correctly, it would significantly change the amount of friction between myself and the floor,” Vision said, though he did not refuse the socks when Wanda exasperatedly shoved them his way. Completely and utterly defeated, he carefully sat on the ground next to Wanda, crediting all of the reluctance he felt to having to put on the socks rather than having to finally let go of her hand. He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he unrolled them and pulled them on his feet, barely resisting the need to voice his displeasure with them again. There was one redeeming factor about the socks, though – they weren’t too terribly small for him. Wanda had chosen Steve’s socks to borrow since Steve was the tallest Avenger, besides Vision, and was the most likely to have a similar foot length to him. Or so she’d claimed. Vision knew most of her reasoning had to come from the bright blue socks currently sitting innocently on his feet. A curious sort of heat was pooling in his neck and face as he stared at them, pout deepening at how they clashed with his deep red skin.

Vision’s attention snapped up from his feet when he heard muffled snickers. Wanda turned her face away from him, but her giggling, hidden being the sleeve of her sweater, didn’t stop. Vision’s head tilted to the side ever so slightly, assessing the sweater. It was navy blue and had previously been his. Pepper had ordered him about a week’s worth of clothes before she’d known he wouldn’t need any, but he did end up being grateful for them since having the physical copies allowed him to duplicate their texture. Recently, after Wanda had realized he wasn’t wearing them, she’d asked if she could have the sweaters. There was no logical reason to deny her, but Vision also couldn’t deduce why she’d want them. Wanda’s smaller frame was completely drowned in the sweaters, and the sleeves ran far past her fingertips. He’d searched the Internet for answers, but it just led him down paths he knew had to be false (he was not her boyfriend and she couldn’t possibly want him as her boyfriend - and he’d never worn them so, if he did have a particular scent, it wouldn’t be on the sweaters). Because of the romantic connotations, Vision hadn’t dared ask the other Avengers for a possible explanation, because he didn’t want them getting the wrong idea or to embarrass Wanda if they questioned her about it. He knew he could just ask her, but… seeing her in them and knowing he was the only one she let see her in them…

Vision clenched his hands into fists on the ground. The heat in his neck was building. He needed a distraction to stop overheating. His gaze returned to the vile socks that felt very strange on his feet. Vision had worn physical clothing before, but he’d never worn socks, let alone the fuzzy kind. The fabric was indeed quite soft, but he was still unconvinced the softness was worth the ugliness. Experimentally, he wiggled his toes, still trying to pin down why Steve willingly admitted to liking them.

By his side, Wanda almost choked on her sleeve. She’d started peering over at Vision as soon as she felt his heavy gaze, and seeing him wiggle his toes was surprising to her. He’d been taking things in stride, as usual, but the socks had been the one thing he’d nearly put his foot down on. Wanda knew he thought they were atrocious. His disgust at them rolled off of him in waves whenever he set eyes upon them. She bit her lower lip, a familiar, pleasant ache building in her chest because she knew he was only wearing them for her. She couldn’t believe he’d agreed to her plan – all parts of her plan. Wanda supposed it was only because they were alone, but she wasn’t complaining. She knew a Vision the others only got glimpses of. If the others could see him like he normally was with her, they’d understand him better, but she was selfishly glad he was taking much longer to warm up to the others. It was nice having him to herself.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda calmed herself, willing to risk looking back at Vision to continue their plans. She knew she wouldn’t be able to contain her laughter again if he was still wiggling his toes, but Vision was, thankfully, just pouting adorably at the socks. She concentrated on his eyes, trying to catch the way his irises rotated and how quickly they were going. Wanda didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do, and he wasn’t likely to tell her he was truly upset without some prodding. So she’d learned how to ascertain the minute differences in the way he expressed himself (and having an excuse to stare intently at his face was always a plus, she wasn’t scared to admit that to herself). The corners of his mouth twitched when he was overflowing with some emotion he was trying to hide, and his irises went counterclockwise when he was upset. Since neither was happening, Wanda rotated her body to face him fully again, flicking one of his bare knees.

“Stop moping. I’ll join you in the bad fashion, okay?” Though she made sure her voice was whiny, Wanda wasn’t really upset. She didn’t see why Vision disliked the socks because she thought they were fun – stupid, yes, but fun. When Vision looked up, a gentle smile replacing his pout, Wanda had to look away before her face could start heating up. There was something about the way his face softened from the hard lines surrounded it and the way the skin around his eyes crinkled that made her heart skip a beat. In order to distract herself, Wanda forcibly made herself concentrate on the socks, sticking her hand back into the open drawer to find them. There were only three remaining pairs since Natasha had started a prank war with Clint with the Hawkeye socks. So far, Clint hadn’t been able to find where Natasha had stashed them away, and he was determined to find them before they fell out during a mission, which had happened when Natasha started the war without telling Clint. Sam and Natasha had made fun of him, relentlessly, for days until Natasha found the socks in her own gear bag during a mission.

Feeling the little additions to the socks, Wanda easily found the Thor ones. The Hawkeye pair would’ve been her first pick, but as they were unavailable, she’d settle for Thor because there was no way in hell she was going to wear the Iron Man socks (and the Hulk ones just felt… wrong, all things considered). The Thor socks came with little buttons down the front, reflecting Thor’s odd armor, and had not only little white wings on the top but a mini flowing cape as well. Wanda thought they were cute, but the cape did make her wonder which pair of socks Vision would like better since he liked capes.

“Cape or wings, Vis? You pick since I’m making you do this,” Wanda asked as she closed the drawer and held the socks up between them. If Vision chose the Thor socks, she’d be a bit disappointed since the Captain America ones clashed so horribly with his skin, but she also wasn’t going to refuse him if he wanted to swap. Wanda narrowed her eyes when one side of Vision’s mouth curled upwards, irises rotating quickly. She knew that face, even though it was the second rarest expression he wore since he seldom let himself be a little shit. It made her feel better, though, because now Wanda knew, for sure, that Vision would enjoy himself, even just a tiny bit. It was also nice to see since he always denied his humanity, but it was an expression he’d come up with on his own without mimicking any other Avenger. One day, Wanda hoped he’d finally see and agree he was human enough. Until then, though, she was satisfied knowing he was comfortable around her and allowed her to see him develop. It was always the little things like these that made heat bloom in her chest that kept her warm for days.

“I prefer golden capes to red ones. I am perfectly fine with these socks.”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Wanda removed one of the socks she’d already been wearing, chucking it at Vision’s face. He caught it deftly, laughter bubbling up through his body. Wanda puffed up her cheeks petulantly, wishing Vision had slightly worse reflexes. It would’ve been nice to see him get nailed in the nose and try to shake it off, but she had gotten him to actually laugh (another testament to the feelings he denied but Wanda had buckets of proof for).

“I think you just don’t want to wear the little buttons on the front. He has silly armor,” Wanda huffed, shaking one of the Thor socks in Vision’s face. He batted it away, chuckling; Wanda bit her lip as she smiled back, acutely aware of how her face was heating up. Perhaps if they were normal young adults living normal lives, probably in a college dorm goofing off because they had no immediate deadlines, she’d kiss him. Maybe it’d be a peck, just to relieve her burning affection for him threatening to boil over, or maybe it’d turn into something a little more.

But they weren’t normal young adults. They weren’t college students messing around before they did something stupid. They were Avengers, and, on top of that, they’d never be normal, either. Vision was a synthetic human, and Wanda was an enhanced person. It was dumb to even think about “what ifs” because they were literally impossible.

Shaking her head to physically rid herself of asinine daydreams, Wanda quickly pulled off her remaining sock and tossed it at Vision with less animation than before. He caught it as she pulled on the Thor socks that were far too large for her feet. The heels poked out awkwardly behind her Achilles tendons, and they traveled farther up her calf than crew socks were supposed to go. Wanda pretended to try and rearrange the socks for a better fit, face burning but shoulders heavy, while she really just took surreptitious glances at Vision as he rolled her socks into a pair with too much precision. Perhaps it was the clothes she’d gotten him to wear that had spurned her stupid what-ifs that pulled at her darker thoughts (because if she was normal, then Pietro would be alive, as would her parents… but then again, she would’ve never met Vision, and though Pietro’s death still stabbed at her like a red hot knife – or, more accurately, searing bullet holes mincing her torso and arms – she felt more alive with the Avengers than she had since before those missiles fell on her home in Sokovia when they were ten). Wanda wanted to reach over and tug at the slightly unkempt sleeve of his white t-shirt. It was odd enough seeing him in a t-shirt and the same loose, athletic shorts she was wearing, but some normalcy could be returned if he kept his clothes unwrinkled. It wasn’t a bad look for Vision, just a complete 180 from his normal outfit of pressed sweaters and slacks. Wanda could see more of his skin than she’d seen since he’d burst out of the cradle, and she found herself holding back the urge to run her fingers along the vibranium that ran smoothly with his musculature.

“You do not need to hesitate, Wanda. You are not forcing me to do anything I do not wish to do.”

Vision’s voice tore Wanda’s attention away from his forearms. She looked sharply at his face, wanting to laugh. He was sometimes insanely good at reading her mood, but most of the time, he blundered around awkwardly while trying to reassure her. It was another one of his many endearing traits.

“Whatever you say, you big dummy,” Wanda said, rolling her eyes in good humor. She stood up, nonchalantly adding, “I still can’t believe you tried getting out of the socks but didn’t care about the other clothes.” She knew his aversion to showing off his body, one of the few negative things he’d developed on his own. His insecurity stemmed from his differentness, the vibranium and red skin with a texture only he could tell differed from normal humans’ (though that probably made it worse than if everyone else could also tell), and he’d adopted a style to cover up as much skin as he possibly could. Wanda knew he sometimes even avoided reflective surfaces on his bad days (which he, of course, denied to having, but Wanda made sure to play as many games of chess, Shogi, and other strategy games he liked best on those days). When Vision didn’t stand, Wanda nudged his knee with her shin, noticing how he’d placed her rolled up socks on the floor beside his thigh. Instead of responding, he looked down at his attire, using one hand to tug at the end of his t-shirt and the other to gently skim to lower edges of his black and white shorts. She couldn’t see anything but the top of his shiny bald head, but Wanda could feel that his pout had returned based off of the turbulent emotions twisting off of him. His mind started leaping chaotically from one thought to another as he went through logical simulations, but she didn’t try to enter it, instead waiting for him to come to his own conclusions to tell her. It was uncommon for Vision to be unable to come out of his thought spirals on his own, and she hoped she hadn’t unintentionally caused it to happen.

Finally, after two minutes passed that felt like hours, Vision looked up at her, brows scrunched together over his eyes like how his lips puckered. His irises were rotating in intervals, switching between quick and slow speeds, and Wanda felt a chill spreading down her back. She knew she had to diffuse the mood he was about to start drowning in.

“I do not understand. I thought you said this type of attire was required for this ritual?” Wanda looked at a spot right over his left shoulder to avoid his unintentional sad puppy eyes. How could she stop him from dropping into his funk? Mentally, she berated herself, because she had brought it up without even thinking.

“It is, I promise. You just don’t normally… It was dumb to say. I’m sorry, Vis.” Wanda hoped her backtracking would work, but she knew it was a long shot. Vision was almost as stubborn as her sometimes because he didn’t like letting go of some topics once they were introduced.

“I do not…” Vision paused, expelling a soft sigh through his nostrils. Wanda glanced at his face and winced upon seeing the corners of his mouth twitch. She immediately crouched down in front of him, shoulders sagging under an invisible weight.

“I am different.” He gestured helplessly at his body in general, not meeting Wanda’s gaze.

“You have not treated me differently, for which I am grateful, but—“

“Vis. Look at me,” Wanda interrupted him, not wanting him to complete his sentence. She frowned when Vision only glanced at her for a few seconds before looking away again.

“I apologize, Wanda, we should—“

“Vision, stop,” Wanda interrupted him again, reaching out as she spoke to grab his face in both of her hands to force him to look at her. His irises stopped turning counterclockwise for a second when he met her gaze. Vision gripped her wrists, probably to remove her hands form his face, but Wanda locked her joints to keep her arms in place.

“You’re not ‘different.’ You’re just like the rest of us. Skin color, hair color, prosthetic limbs, artificial organs – none of it matters. Bodies do not matter, Vision. They should not. How people live – theirs souls, that’s what matters. And you have a wonderful soul, Vis – the most wonderful one I’ve ever seen. You are worthy, okay? Even Mjuh… Mo… Thor’s hammer—”

“—Mjölnir—”

“—Yes, that, agrees. Natasha told me that none of them could lift it the night Ultron was born.” Vision blinked slowly at Wanda, and she was honestly stumped on if he took her words to heart or not. His face was blank, but his irises were rotating clockwise again, which was something. When he tilted his head to lean his face more firmly into her left palm, Wanda knew the storm had subsided. She brushed her thumbs over his high cheekbones, wiping away his invisible tears, before teasingly pinching his cheek. Vision winced, flinching out of her grasp even though she hadn’t physically hurt him.

“People are dumb. Ignore them and then tell me so I can kick their asses. You look good. You arms and legs look fine, Vis. And if you want a hug, you’ll get one,” Wanda said as she stood up, shaking out her legs. She didn’t take her gaze off of Vision’s face, though. It was still blank, but there was something about his eyes that she couldn’t place. It was happening a lot more frequently as of late, and she was determined to figure out what it meant. His spinning irises slowed to a barely discernable crawl, and his pupils constricted. The look always made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, but not in a threatened sort of way. If he didn’t have a perfect memory, Wanda would hazard a guess that he was memorizing the moment (or, as her traitorous heart thumped, memorizing her). Instead of trying to reflect on his newly developing behavior, Wanda just held her arms out, raising an eyebrow at him. Vision blinked once, and his eyes were back to normal. A gentle smile graced his lips as he stood up, leaning into her open arms. His arms were feather-light around her, but Wanda made sure to squeeze his torso with all the strength she possessed. He generally avoided her touch if he was feeling down, so it was nice he wanted a hug. It made Wanda hope that he felt as rejuvenated as she did after hugging him. Even though he never fully squeezed back, it felt nice pressing her cheek to his chest, hearing his heart beat, and being encircled by his warmth.

A relaxed silence fell around them until Vision tapped Wanda’s shoulder, his silent signal to tell her he’d had enough. Still feeling a bit guilty, she gave him an extra squeeze before letting him go, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“You are very good at… this,” Vision mused softly, gently gesturing his hand between them. Wanda caught it, intertwining their fingers again; she almost missed when his lips twitched upwards at the corners. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from beaming as her heart thrummed desperately in her chest.

“Not really – just with people I know. Clint is actually much better than I am even though he can’t read minds,” she said nonchalantly, leading Vision out of Steve’s room.

“Perhaps it is because he is just more experienced? He is older than you, and he has children,” Vision offered, squeezing her hand. Wanda shrugged, not too concerned with it. She wasn’t exactly a people person, unlike Pietro. She’d definitely help people in need, but she’d never been good at conversing and making friends with them. Pietro had been the charmer between them, always able to talk to someone even if he didn’t necessarily like them. Wanda absentmindedly entered the lock code to the panel to her room, which was right across the hall from Steve’s, trying to imagine how Pietro would have adjusted to life with the Avengers. He would’ve had an easier time talking and maintaining conversations, but he was still as guarded as Wanda was with his affection. Wanda doubted he would’ve been on any better terms with any of the others than she currently was; though, she also doubted he’d be on the same level as she was with Vision.

“Are doors an inconvenience to you?” Wanda asked without turning to face Vision when her door eased open. She needed a distraction from thinking about Pietro, and Vision’s aversion to using doors was an easy topic to latch on to as she pulled him through the doorway to her room.

“Since I can phase through walls, yes, though I am trying to use them more as per your teaching,” he replied, and Wanda felt the slight pull of his arm on hers when he shrugged. She rolled her eyes, tugging his arm teasingly.

“You say that as if it is a bad thing when it is just how most people need to move around buildings, Vis. I think I’d be just as inconvenienced as you are, though, if I could walk through walls,” Wanda mused, glancing over her shoulder at him. She hoped she’d phrased her thoughts properly to not accidentally push his buttons again. Twice in less than ten minutes would be a first (excluding a time Tony was over since Tony liked using nicknames that he knew grated on people’s nerves when he was in a bad mood). Vision just wrinkled his nose at her, making Wanda laugh. She had to let go of his hand when she walked over to her desk, rummaging around in her chaotic drawer to find two rolls of electrical tape. Vision was still behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body but far enough away that she couldn’t accidentally jab him in the ribs with her elbow (which would end up hurting her instead of him, ironically).

“The goal with the tape is to mark our progress, since we’re doing science. We’re going to run down the hallway outside to build up speed to slide on the kitchen floor. Mark where you stop with the tape. You get blue to match your socks, Vis,” Wanda explained, snickering. She heard, and felt, him breathe through his nose in an almost-snort (since he was too polite to actually snort), making her snicker more until she finally found the rolls of tape. She’d borrowed them from one of Tony’s labs earlier in the week, and she had never gotten the motivation to return them.

“And what is the purpose of this clothing? If it was to reduce air resistance, which there will not be enough to make a discernable difference for sliding on the floor with socks, you would not be wearing that sweater.” He used his free hand to ghost his fingers along her shoulder, following the seam that held the arm to the body of the sweater, and Wanda wanted to lean into his hand. Vision rarely initiated physical contact with her (or anyone, really), so it was tempting for her to prolong his light touch. Instead of focusing on him, though, she pulled up the happy memory that had been the catalyst for her asking him if he wanted to slide in the kitchen in fluffy socks.

“It’s just…,” her voice trailed off, fingers tightening around his momentarily as she tried to remember the correct word in English, “It is something my father started. We always did it in our sleeping clothes, and we always had a competition of who could slide the farthest every other week.” Heat blossomed in her chest, overwhelming her to well up in her eyes, as she thought about her family. There was no pain accompanying the mental image of her father, clad in an undershirt and boxers, showing her and Pietro how to slide around on the floor; there was only a soothing warmth that had a bittersweet twinge. Pietro had always been faster than her, even when they were five and the sock slide tournaments started, beginning his reign of fearless leader of the two of them. He’d always assured her no harm would come to her, that he wouldn’t let it, and Wanda had always tried to remind him to think of himself sometimes. All the signs of his arrogant but caring personality had been there from the very beginning as he’d bragged about being stronger but purposefully let Wanda win most of the sock slide competitions (the times he didn’t were the few times he was upset with her for some reason or another).

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True Colors

A/N: Yo! This is my entry to IzuOcha week 2017! I was supposed to write 1 story per day but acads got in the way. This came out longer than intended. I’m sorry this is mostly trash??? Because I have abysmal writing skills at this point in my life??? /cries

Tagging @izuochaweek because why not

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Izuku was never a crowd person. He always felt uncomfortable being surrounded by throngs of people, especially because it was easy for something to go wrong in the midst of those sea of people. Also, the stress that can be induced by the noise of dozens, or even hundreds, of persons talking all at once can be detrimental to his mental faculties.

That’s why he felt like fainting upon hearing the loud cheers of the whole student body to the previous performer.

Static noise then pierced the air as the UA resident instructor and pro hero Present Mic grabbed the microphone from Tetsutetsu of Class 1-B, who just finished rocking the whole campus with a Panic! At the Disco song.

“Wwwwooooooooow!” Present Mic exclaimed. “That was a bombastic performance! Really got our blood pumping, eh,” he added while clapping the lead vocalist on the back.

Despite his fidgety state, Izuku still noted some of the happenings on the stage. Tetsutetsu’s legs were shaking so much that Izuku thought he could feel the tremors until his position in the backstage. Meanwhile, the guitarists Monoma and Kendo, and the keyboard player Shiozaki were all hugging and high-fiving each other, leaving Tetsutetsu to deal with the spotlight.

“Looking for someone in the crowd?”

Izuku swore he could have fainted from shock at the sudden voice behind his back. He turned so quickly All Might would have been proud at his reflexes.

Shouto was staring at him questioningly, waiting for him to answer. He was wearing a red coat, white undershirt, and black bowtie that suited his hair quite well.

“Um, not… really,” he said weakly.

Izuku then heard a loud snort from behind Shouto.

“Huh… Ain’t buying that shit,” Kacchan remarked. He slung the red electric guitar that he’s going to use later on his shoulder.

Just like Shouto, he was clad in a red coat with a crème-colored shirt underneath. However, unlike Izuku’s fire-and-ice friend, Kacchan ditched the bowtie. “I don’t like some fucking thing choking me all throughout the performance!” Kacchan growled at them when his bandmates insisted he wear the bowtie.

“You’re just looking for your crush.”

“N-no, I’m not! I’m just nervous, being the front man and everything, and I’m afraid I hit the wrong notes and ruin the image of the whole class and—”

“Whatever, nerd. Just don’t mess up later,” the blond boy interjected before Izuku could proceed to another mumble storm.

Izuku sighed. Don’t mess up, huh…

The presenters from 1-B then entered the backstage, pulling Izuku out from his reverie. Shiozaki looked as serene as always, wearing a white flowing dress, a brown-and-black wedge shoes, and a silver headband that accentuated the green of her hair. Trailing behind her, laughing vivaciously was Kendo, with a get-up quite similar to Shiozaki’s, save for the brown boots.

However, it didn’t help Izuku’s nerves to see 1-B’s front man look so rattled and disheveled after that performance. He was trembling so much that Monoma had to support him.

When the sandy-haired boy saw 1-A’s performers, he flashed his trademark smirk.

“Well, well, if it isn’t class 1-A,” Monoma started.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite douchebag,” Bakugou flatly replied.

Monoma laughed. He was about to retort back when a big hand slapped his face, knocking him unconscious, and his trembling classmate unsupported. As a result, both fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Izuku found the scene quite comical and would have laughed his ass out if only his whole body was not on overdrive.

“Sorry about that guys,” Kendo apologized profusely to the three boys of 1-A. “I wish I could find a perfect gag for him so he could just stop pestering you guys.”

Bakugou looked unimpressed. “A little bit kinky, aren’t you?”

Before Izuku could call out the latter’s off-hand remark, Present Mic’s voice boomed on the speakers.

“All riiiiiiiiiight!”

At that the audience went wild again.

“We’re down to the last performance of the night for this year’s festival! Whoooooo’s excited?!”

Izuku thought the cheering couldn’t get any louder but apparently, it could. Present Mic seemed to be enjoying the attention he’s getting, Izuku noted.

“Our last, but definitely not the least, performers will prove tonight that they’re not only good at fighting villains, but they also excel in other… non-school stuff!”

At that, the audience laughed. Todoroki looked unfazed by the comment while Bakugou was ready to smash the electric guitar on Mic’s head. Izuku, on the other hand, felt like his undershirt was choking him.

Present Mic then gesticulated wildly, pointing his fingers on so many directions while speaking. “Without further ado, here is… CLASS 1-A!!!”

That was the trio’s cue to enter the stage. People went wild with their cheers that Izuku feared some of them might get their vocal chords torn.

Todoroki and Bakugou seemed to be unaffected by the immense attention they’re getting and immediately proceeded to their spots. Meanwhile, Izuku felt like the distance between the stage entrance to the microphone stand increased tenfold.

C’mon Izuku, you can do it. I can do this. Think of it as like controlling One for All. Yes, just keep calm and—

Things happened too quickly for him to process. Izuku was just walking then the next moment, his face hit the stage floor.

The audience went silent. The only audible sounds then were the gentle blow of the chilly November air, the soft sound of static from the sound system, and the blood boiling in Izuku’s ears.

Embarrassing. Truly embarrassing. Way to impress someone.

He moved to get up when one familiar voice sliced through the air. “You can do it, Deku!”

Izuku went stock still for a moment. His mind flashed back many months before, just when before everything started.

It would have been bad luck if you fell.

Brown hair. Red, plump, round cheeks. And that smile. Yes, that smile that lit up a fire inside him since that day.

It took him so long to notice and acknowledge those budding feelings inside him. Seeing her smile, through thick and thin, failures and victories, and everything in between—this urged him to stand up and walk towards the center of the stage, where he must face one of his greatest challenges yet.

Of course, part of that challenge was Bakugou embarrassing him more.

“My damn God, Deku. That was spectacular,” Katsuki commented.

The audience then burst in laughter. He was busy tuning his guitar, but he really made time to make Izuku feel like he was a failure.

“I think Midoriya’s way of clearing his head was to bang his head on the floor,” Todoroki joked on the microphone.

Well, to Izuku, it seemed like Todoroki joked. But the audience once again fell silent, as they didn’t know how to handle a flatly-delivered joke by the overpowered son of Endeavour.

Just then a heartful laugh echoed throughout the grounds. Both Izuku and Shouto snapped their heads in the direction of the person of interest. Much to their surprise, it was Momo who was laughing. She was followed by Ochako, who was standing beside her, then the rest of the 1-A girls followed suit. Some of the 1-A boys (who were probably afraid of being turned into a human icicle) started to giggle as well.

But what surprised Izuku was the little smile and the very faint blush on Shouto’s face when he saw it was Momo who expressed joy first.

Bakugou then tapped his mic twice to get the attention of the audience.

“So much for awkward moments.” Ever the practical man, Izuku thought.

“All right, let’s begin then!” Izuku cheerfully said. This seemed to rile up the audience a bit, giving him the much needed confidence boost.

“Are you fuckin’ ready?!” Katsuki’s voice boomed all over the place. While most of the people cheered, most of 1-A looked at him in horror.

“Kacchan! This is not the right place for cursing!” The green-haired boy admonished.

“So what? It’s a festival, nerd. Hey damn half ‘n’ half, tell this nerd to have some fun a bit.”

The fire-and-ice user looked at both of them in his usual poker-face. “He’s actually right, Bakugou. You should not be cursing in front of this many people.”

Not satisfied with the answer, Katsuki groaned in irritation. “Oh for fuck’s sake let’s begin.”

He strummed his electric guitar, throwing the audience into a frenzy.

Amidst the loud cheering of the people, Izuku noted how near his classmates were to the stage. They were standing four or five rows behind the barricade set up approximately four meters from the stage.

From where he was standing, Izuku could clearly see her—her brunette hair bouncing to the pace of her intense jumping and cheering. He sincerely hoped that from where she stood, she could clearly see him.

Izuku cleared his throat to placate his growing nervousness. “Okay, what we’ll be performing today is dedicated to all those who are facing tremendous challenges right now and—"

“For crying out loud. This song is actually dedicated to his crushey crushey Round Face there.” Bakugou pointed to where Ochako was standing.

Of course. Of fucking course, Izuku thought, he would say that, dammit.

Poor Izuku was mustering everything he can to prevent himself from being a blushing mess. So far he was failing.

“I-it’s not like that! Kacchan why do you—"

“Let’s get this shit done already, nerd,” Katsuki interrupted, preparing to hit the first notes. “Are you fuckin’ ready!?” He roared. This made the audience cheer so loudly again.

Izuku sighed in defeat, preparing himself instead for the performance of his life.

It’s now or never.

Katsuki started to strum his guitar and the audience fell silent.

A month ago…

Fall just started, and the students of Class 1-A in UA High School began to garb themselves in autumn clothes in preparation for the relentless cold in the coming months.

As the cold began to percolate in their lives, the students’ weekends were now spent just inside the dormitories, rather than going out to leisurely expeditions. Who could blame them? It was such a perfect weather for just laying at bed in home or just watching TV.

Come Saturday nighttime, the girls of 1-A decided to watch some movies on the television. While this bummed out many of the boys because they couldn’t play their video games, they just let the girls be to avoid unnecessary arguments.

As for Izuku Midoriya, the successor of All Might, he couldn’t waste no time in training. He often went outside an hour or two after dinner, not going too far from the dorms, to practice his signature One for All Full Cowl kick.

It was a little past 10 o’clock in the evening when Izuku finished his routine workout. After entering the dorms, he heard some voices coming from the common room. Still drying the sweat in his hair, he walked to the door, trying to see the persons in there.

Standing in the doorstep, he saw the squad of 1-A girls all huddled in the sofa in their pajamas and bed clothes. Mina was holding a bowl the contained what looked like popcorn. Momo, on the other hand, was wrapped with a blanket around her person. Tsuyu and Ochako were lying their heads on both shoulders of Jirou, who was quietly sipping something from the glass she was holding. Izuku took a while to notice Hagakure, who, with her invisibility quirk, was really a struggle to find.

All of them were watching intently on the movie playing in the television. From his vantage point, he could recognize the show. He saw it in the internet several times over the past months. He had little interest in movies but he read that prominent singers were cast to the main roles.

Izuku went to get a bottle of water in the kitchen refrigerator to the adjacent room from the common area when Ochako spoke.

“Oh my god here it is!”

“Ssssh!” Mina immediately interjected.

“No spoilers! No spoilers!” Hagakure hurriedly said, in a hushed tone.

“Oh god I love this part, makes me tear up again,” Ochako commented, her voice shaking quite a bit.

Izuki paused to see what’s the fuss about in the movie.

It seemed that the main characters were trapped in a cauldron to be served as food for evil guys. The main female character, who, from the start, was the cheerful one, finally lost her resolve and got drained of color, of life. She stood in the middle of her people, looking dejected at putting everyone dear to her in danger.

The colorless dude, who Izuku thought was the main male character, watched in horror as the liveliest person he knew lose hope.

At that point, Izuku heard some sniffling from the girls, presumably from Ochako. He had to stifle a laugh so as not to compromise his position.

The characters in the movie were all silent and colorless, as they all lost hope. Then, when the main male character started singing, the girls almost sobbed. Apparently, the one who sang didn’t sing much in his life, but his voice was angelic.

By the time the singing was all done, the girls were all crying, wiping tears from their faces. Izuku found it quite amusing, to say the least. It’s not all the time he could witness the girls of 1-A in a vulnerable state. He felt like he was violating their personal space but he can’t help but watch as the scene unfolded before him.

When the characters were making their escape, Mina spoke up.

“That was…,” a sniff, “…so heartwarming,” she said in between sniffs.

“I know! I’ve been listening to the rendition of that song for two weeks already and it really makes me feel so… blessed,” Ochako replied.

“I’m so going to play this on my guitar later,” Jirou commented.

“Both of their voices were so sweet, I can’t even!” Hagakure excitedly said.

“Indeed, their moment was one of a kind,” Momo supplied.

Tsuyu looked at them though with her usual expression. “You wished something like that happens to you and Todoroki-kun?”

Momo’s eyes widened and immediately buried her face in her blanket. The other girls picked up on this and teased her immediately.

Izuku watched their silly banter and walked away from the doorframe as silent as a cat. As he dragged himself to his room, he mentally took note of everything he saw earlier, thinking it could be of some use later.

Katsuki sang first, just as practiced.

“You with the sad eyes…”

Loud cheers erupted from the audience. Even though he heard it many times before for the past two weeks, it still amazed Izuku that Katsuki had a nice voice. He hit the correct notes as he sang the first lines.

“Don’t be discouraged, though I realize… It’s hard to take courage…”

“In this world full of people, you can lose sight of it all,” Shouto, while playing his keyboard, continued singing.

“The darkness inside you, can make you feel so small…”

Izuku swore he saw girls faint when they heard Shouto’s voice. Well, he can’t blame them. It was the first time the whole school population heard of them singing.

Katsuki and Shouto continued in playing the instrumental part of the song. Izuku was surprised that they aren’t missing a single note. He had to keep up.

It was Izuku Midoriya’s time to shine.

“Show me a smile then…,” Izuku began.

Suddenly the whole audience began to go wild again. He was surprised at the reaction, but he kept on going, searching the crowd for one familiar face.

“…don’t be unhappy, can’t remember when… I last saw you laughing…”

At that last line, the three of them sang in unison.

“This world makes you crazy…,” Katasuki sang.

“And you’ve taken all you can bear…,” Shouto continued.

“Just call me up—” Izuku mimicked the phone call hand signal and winked at the general direction of Ochako, hoping he looked as half as cool as his two bandmates.

“And I will always be there,” they sang in unison again.

After the long sustain, the trio cut the sound and silence engulfed the venue.

In four beats, the performers of 1-A continued the song to its chorus.

“And I see your true colors, shining through…”

As Izuku sang the first line, he thought he locked eyes with Ochako for a moment. In that instant, he felt he can do anything.

He reached out his hand, as if to take her hand, hoping she would take his hand.

“I see your true colors,”

Izuku closed his eyes, internalizing the emotions of the song, making his voice blend with the Shouto and Katsuki.

“And that’s why I love you.”

Surprisingly, Izuku hit the high notes perfectly. But what surprised him more was that he was the only who sang that last line in the chorus when in fact it was supposed to be the three of them.

The audience looked as surprised as he thought he did, Izuku noticed. Also, most of his classmates in 1-A were looking at Ochako, as he seemed to be pointing to her when he sang that line. Of course, Katsuki had to fan the fire up.

“There you have it folks, the confession of the year,” Katsuki smiled at Izuku.

The audience, for the nth time during their performance, went wild. And most of them were clapping at Izuku. His brain almost stopped working. Never did he get this much attention in his whole life, and to think they were all praising him.

But what almost made Izuku curl up in a ball and never come out was the look on Ochako’s face.

The brunette’s face was as red as a tomato, and tears were brimming in her eyes. He hoped to whichever deity that those tears in her eyes were tears of joy, and not sorrow or whatever negative emotion.

At that he decided he won’t half-ass this performance. If this is indeed the confession of the year, then I’ll make it one, he thought.

Izuku tapped the microphone twice and continued on with the song.

“So don’t be afraid, to let them show…,” he locked eyes with Ochako again.

“Your true colors, true colors are beautiful.” At that Shouto and Bakugou joined Izuku.

“Like a rainbow…,” Izuku finished, as Bakugou provided the secondary vocals.

It was Shouto who played the ending instrumental sounds. After removing his fingers from the keyboard, hwnce cutting the sound, the crowd burst in cheers. They were all clapping at them, shouting heart-warming words.

Izuku can’t help but tear up. He did it. He finally did it. The performance was done and the people liked it.

He felt Bakugou give him a hard pat in the back, enough to gouge his lungs out.

“Nice one, nerd. You’ll finally have a girlfriend.”

Izuku’s eyes widened at the comment.

“It’s not like that Kacchan! I—”

“Good job, Midoriya. The crowd approves of your technique,” Shouto added while gently patting the freckle-faced boy.

“Not you too, Todoroki-kun!”

As he was about to defend himself, Present Mic entered the stage.

For the most part of the post-performance banter with Present Mic, Izuku didn’t register anything. Only the fact that Ochako disappeared from the crowd was what he was able to process.

Oh no, was she mad at me? Did she disapprove of my “confession”? Am I going to be rejected? Does she only see me as a friend? All those thoughts flitted on his mind, making him think of negative thoughts on the most inopportune moments.

As the trio made their way towards the backstage, Izuku thought of an apology to Ochako. He shouldn’t have made such a thing so public. It might have caused her undue embarrassment and attention.

He immediately went to their dressing room, only to find out Mina standing in front of their door.

He was shocked when Mina suddenly hugged him and whispered something in his ear.

“The dorms. Rooftop. Hurry. She’s waiting.”

After that she went on to hug Todoroki and give Katsuki an acknowledging nod.

Without even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes, he picked up his bag, and dashed towards the dorms.

Upon getting out of the venue, he saw throngs of people waiting outside for him. Since he was in a hurry, he just used One for All to propel himself upwards and towards the dorms.

He got good at estimating the trajectory of his landing that he landed just in the front lawn of the 1-A dorms.

Izuku dashed inside thw building and climbed the flight of stairs towards the rooftop. When he saw the door, he breathed in a lungful of air before turning the knob and opening the door of the unknown.

The cool, chilly air greeted Izuku when he opened the door. He need not scan the surroundings to search for who he was looking for.

Directly in his path stood the woman that left him awestruck every time he sees her. For the past few months, he lied in his bed late at night, thinking about her ecstatic energy and smiling face. When he closed his eyes, he could hear her voice, encouraging him to do his best, and this lulled him to sleep. And when he slept, he looked forward to waking up to a new day in which he could see her again.

He walked slowly, steeling himself to face her and apologize properly for what he did. She did not turn around when he walked in, so he had to walk his way to her side.

Once he was within arm’s length from her, he cleared his throat, and started talking.

“Umm… Uraraka-san… I sincerely apologize for what happened earlier, if it caused you embarrassment. Honestly, we just—”

Izuku was interrupted when Ochako reached her index finger out to touch his lips and to make him stop talking.

“Come here, Deku,” she said, not looking at him.

Entranced, Izuku walked towards Ochako’s side, standing on her left. He leaned forward towards the railings and just stayed quiet for some time.

“So much has happened in the past few weeks,” she began.

“Remember when we rescued Eri? Felt like a long time ago.”

“Yes, it felt so long ago,” he replied. It was two months before that the rescue mission was carried out. Both of them, together with Kirishima and Tsuyi, and the Big Three of UA, helped recapture Eri back from the abusive clutch of Chiisaki, who used her as a weapon.

“Way back before that rescue mission. I had an epiphany, you see,” Ochako continued.

“What was it?”

“That whenever I was with a certain person, my heart started beating quickly, as if I was chasing a villain along a long road. Whenever I walk beside thst person, I can’t help but feel pure joy just by being at his side.

“Whenever I talk to him, I can’t help but admire how he handles himself, how he works hard to achieve his goals, how he purely, genuinely wants to help the people and make the world a tad bit better place to live in.

“Whenever I’m with that person, I think of how aimless I’ve been before I entered UA, and how meeting this person helped me concretize the path I wanted in my life.”

When Ochako stopped talking, tears were streaking her face. Izuku too worked hard on not sobbing.

“I thought that I was idolizing this person so much. But Mina pointed out that it was something else entirely. Instead, it was—”

“Love, of course?” Izuku said while smiling.

“I swear, Deku, if you sing Let It Go right now, I’ll hurl you off this building.”

At that, both of them laughed.

When the laughter subsided, it was Ochako who spoke first.

“Honestly, though, I didn’t know you three could sing so well! You harmonized perfectly, to be quite honest. It felt like rewatching Trolls.”

“Glad you love it,” he replied.

“But I love you more,” Ochako replied in a hush tone.

Izuku’s head snapped towards her. “What did you say?”

The flustered girl couldn’t help but stammer. “N…nothing! I said I loved you voice, yeah that was it”

Izuku couldn’t believe his ears. He must have heard wrong, yeah that must be it. But he had to confirm it once and for all.

“Might I ask… who was the person you were pertaining to earlier?”

Ochako looked at him in the eyes and he could see his soul reflected back to him.

“Deku, I—”

And she couldn’t helpnit anymore. Ochako let the tears spill off from her eyes, her sobs coming ragged heaps. Izuku immediately reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her heaving body.

He thought she was going to shove him away, but much to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him.

He could hear her uttering something. Izuku slightly pushed her to hear what she’s saying.

“What is it, Uraraka-san?”

She inhaled deeply and said the words Izuku thought he would hear only in his dreams.

“It’s you, Deku. I think I’m in love with you.”

Izuku couldn’t keep it in anymore. He cried as well and hugged the woman tighter and stroke her hair.

They stood there for quite a while, holding each other tightly.

“I think… I’m in love with you too,” Izuku said.

Ochako unburied her face from Izuku’s clothes and smiled her brightest smile at him.

“Well, after what you did earlier in the concert, there’s no reason for me to not know.”

Izuku smiled back at her.

“Touché.”

They both laughed again at the hilarity of all that’s been happening.

Ochako slid her hands to Izuku’s face, to which the latter responded by letting his face rest in her hand.

“Which reminds me, I think I told you on the first time we met that it’s bad luck to fall.”

Izuku giggled.

“Well, I’m not having the worst of luck right now, am I?”

Ochako just hummed in response and the two continued to hold themselves in each other’s arms, making the cold, chilly November air feel a bit warmer.

#izuocha #izuocha week 2017 #day 7: confessions #i am so sorry this is trash

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