#+ kept their mouth shut instead of spreading such ignorant bullshit.

[blackparade2006]

I cannot believe they deleted your replies after initiating conversation with you in replies like 😭 just say you hate being called out oh my god I don’t go here but you have some very clear points

THEY DELETED MY REPLIES? oh my god. its like you can call me an idiot who didnt watch the video all you want. but 1) they deleted the video because theyre scrambling to cover their ass 2) There is absolutely NO context in which the statement "israel is going to have to retaliate by bombing innocent civilians" will EVER be. well. not fucking disgusting.

[avengersassemble123]

The (un)expected Thanksgiving

Pairing: Ran Haitani x fem!reader

Since Im going through my Haitani brothers brainrot, especially Ran Haitani, here's a fic for all the Haitani lovers like me HAHA.

Age ranges of the characters are majorly in 20s. Ran is 24, while you and Rindou are 23.

PS: this is a female reader based fanfic. Majorly a crackfic

Inspired from the series 'THE BIG BANG THEORY' (7x09) The thanksgiving Decoupling.

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"I dont get it. Why am i being bullied here?"

"Just because i said so"

"Thats bullshit."

"Ran, be nice."

You three were preparing for the thanksgiving party at the Haitani brothers' place, since they insisted that they were the best and better party throwers than anyone in the whole of Toman, leading you to prepping up the food, you forcefully making Ran's lazy ass help you, while Rindou played a video game after helping to clean the house.

Currently the argument was being held between the brothers on Ran warning Rindou on beating him up if Ran's fell asleep and was disturbed by the others in the party, leading to the younger sibling defend himself back and you scolding your boyfriend on bullying his younger brother.

"Now i know how the Korean slaves felt in Japan..."

You gave him a deadpan offended look, eyebrow raised and staring at him, as he was sat like a grumpy cat busy playing his game. Your boyfriend snorted, making you kick his feet to shut him up.

"Are you seriously comparing you two's sibling fight to one of the greatest Japanese Korean tragedies?" You asked.

"Yes." Rindou grunted, shrugging his shoulders as if its the most obvious thing in the world, making you roll your eyes.

"Im surprised you guys even know that considering you two's level of education" you retorted, making offended gasps come out from the two brothers, "Hey watch your mouth, Im the eldest here. You dont back answer me. Ill kick your ass." Ran threatened playfully as he twirled a knife and pointed towards you jokingly, making you give him a 'sure' look.

"Rindou, ignore your brother, you know you can spend a nice thanksgiving anywhere, I spent one in Roppongi anyway, before i was dating Ran." you said, as you walked towards the living room couch.

"You did?" Ran asked, following me with a opened desert cup.

"Yea, back when i was dating my ex Kenji. It was really fun, we visited casinos, cheesy wedding chapels, roamed around malls, got drunk and explored the night life, and also almost landed up in a strip club, which was of course surprising as hell." you chuckled, unknown towards Ran being taken aback midway eating his desert, looking at Rindou, who had confused eyes darting towards his brother's, his attention completely off the game, as the brothers' exchanged confused glances between each other.

"Wait you went to chapel?" Ran asked. "Yea." you chuckled, as you continued to apply spread on my sandwich. "Why?" He continued.

"We had one of those silly fake wedding haha" you chuckled, thinking of it as a funny memory, while Ran's eyes squinted at you, visibly taken aback, as Rindou now removed the headphones from his ears and onto his shoulders, glancing between you two and seeing the interaction in confusion. "(NAME)," Ran started, now his desert kept on his lap, as squinted his eyes at her, "You know those are real, right?"

"Huh no they're not." you scoffed, assuming he was joking, as you continued to giggle and eat your sandwich.

"Baby...Rindou and I have been ruling Roppongi since we were 13...we know it inside out...Trust me, they are real." Ran responded, as now slowly set down his unfinished desert.

You slowed your chewing, your eyes blanking out, seeing that your boyfriend was indeed serious unlike his usual demeanour, as despair and nervousness slowly filled inside your body, "No..they're not" Your voice slightly quivered, as you looked at Rindou for backup, but instead was returned with the same confused nervous look as Ran's.

"Yea they are." Ran responded.

"He's right, they're real." Rindou confirmed.

You sat there nervous, as you started fidgeting with your sandwich, "B-But it didnt seem real..." You muttered, your voice whimpering, as you looked at both of them, as if trying to convince them and even yourself. You three exchanged glances between each other, but majorly you looking at Ran as he looked at you, this time his eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape.

"Son of a bitch" you both cursed under your breaths.

--- TIMSKIP 2 HOURS LATER---

It was almost time for your friends to arrive, as you guys were busy doing last minute preparations.

"I cant fucking believe you're married to that idiot." Ran muttered, as he aggressively continued to set up the tables with loud thuds.

You sighed as you were busy setting up the pillows and cushions of the living room sofa, "Would you stop it? we just did it as a goof."

"Goof or not, you two are actually married. you need to get this taken care of, or Ill handle it myself." Ran gritted, as he put down the nachos bowl with a 'thud'.

"I will. Why are you making it such a big deal?" you gritted as you finished dusting off the couches and bean bag.

"Oh i have a reason," Rindou spoke out as he was casually setting up the DJ system, "It could be because you said yes to marrying Kenji, but made Ran chase you till the end of the Earth as you showered him with resounding 'no's and making one of the kings' of Roppongi's ego hurt." Rindou didnt look up, as he was amused by the situation and the argument happening between you two, making him snort mentally at the kind of problem it is.

You and Ran both glared at Rindou, as he hummed and tested out his new tracks.

You sighed as you now stood in the middle of the living room frustrated, your hands placed at your hips. "So how do i undo this?"

"Im hoping you can get an annulment cuz it never happened." Ran replied.

"Great. Well what do i have to do?"

"Ran looked into his phone, searching for solutions when he spoke up, "It says here that you can get an annulment, if any of the following conditions are met. 1. Were you unable to consummate the marriage? Hah you? Next." Ran mocked, as you rolled your eyes and glared at him. "Is there any case of fraud, bigamy, want of understanding-"

"Want of understanding? What does that even mean?" you asked before being interrupted by the younger brother.

"Ding ding ding we have a winner" Ran cheered, mocking you, making you roll your eyes for the third time in the span of few hours, rubbing your eyes in frustration at the nonsense.

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Soon your friends of Toman started coming in, as you guys greeted them as everyone started settling in and started mingling and partying.

You were talking with Shion and Mochi, "Hey thanks for coming in. Here's the bottle you wanted to taste." you replied with a bland and strained tone, making the two question.

"Whats with you?" Mochi asked, when Ran appeared and answered immediately, "Oh she's just mad at me because she just found out that she was married to her ex." Ran replied with a strained forced smile, looking at you the whole time, his hands inside his pockets.

"Really that dumbass you used to date? Tha-ts hysterical" Shion started laughing at the end midsentence, making you glare at him. "I cant believe i felt bad for opening this earlier." I said, before snatching the bottle from Mochi's hands and walking away. Mochi glared at Shion as the latter pursed his lips, "Congratulations you played yourself." "Shut up."

Soon enough the party started, along with everyone starting to realise the tension between you and Ran, as you told everyone not to worry about it Rindou coughing in the background.

Hinata, Takemichi, Draken, Emma, Mikey, Baji and Kazutora were hanging out in the kitchen going through the food stuff, when Senju barged out of nowhere, "Guys you wont believe what i just heard."

"What?" Hinata asked. "Im pretty sure she has some random bullshit to spout out" Baji joked, giving a high five to Mikey and Draken, as Senju rolled her eyes, giving him the middle finger.

"First off, fuck you Baji. Second off, did you guys know that (NAME) was married to her ex Kenji two years ago?"

"WHAT?" Everyone in the kitchen exclaimed, as they turned their heads towards a smug Senju, some of the people's mouth full mid bite (Mikey and his dorayaki). "Yea. thats the reason why we were uncomfortable with the tension between (NAME) and Ran."

Yuzuha came running in, before spotting Senju and visibly deflating, "You told everyone here already didnt you?"

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As you were sitting with the girls that is Emma, Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha, talking about the situation as they had confronted you about it, when Ran came out of his bedroom, walking towards you, reading into his phone, "Ok ive readied the annulment papers, all that needs to be done is for you and that dumbass to sign it. Understood?"

"Yea."

"Oh and do it soon as possible will ya?"

"I fucking get it Ran, can you stop bothering me about this?" you gritted as you stood up and started walking towards his room.

"How the hell am i bothering you, when im just trying to get your ass out of this stupid mess?" Ran gritted back, as he stared at your back.

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"How am i the bad guy? She's the one who married someone else. Im the victim." Ran ranted, as Rindou, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho and Mochi sat on the couches drinking and watching the game on the TV"

"Sounds like Kenji's the victim. You're sleeping with his wife." Sanzu retorted making the other men snort. "Okay i see what your problem is...Can i weigh in here?" Izana asked, making Ran shrug. "Im trying to watch the game here, shut up."Izana retorted with a blank face before turning towards the TV, making the others finally burst out in laughter, as the braided male rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Just the you entered, walking towards your boyfriend, "Well, you'd be happy to know that i just spoke with Kenji, and he's willing to sign the papers." Ran nodded, making his way towards to you, both of you peeking in your phone together. "He's on his way here now." You said, making Ran look up at you with an incredulous look, "Wait, you invited him here?" Ran asked, slightly raising his tone.

"Im getting ready to weigh in here again." Izana called out, not turning his eyes off the TV, making Ran roll his eyes, before pulling you towards a quieter corner.

You both were at a quieter corner near the kitchen, arguing,

"I just don't understand why you had to invite him here today??"

"Because you wouldnt shut up about it. and when I called him, he had nothing to do so I just thought-"

"Hey guys" Kokonoi spoke up from behind the kitchen counter, "We're kind of talking here."

"Oh sorry we'll keep it down." you said apologetically, again turning towards Ran, but being interrupted again, "Oh no no, speak up."

Ran and you looked at him confused, before looking at Inui, Kisaki and Hanma behind him, the three males waving at you. "We are kinda bit further from you two's talking range, and we dont wanna miss anything." Kokonoi shrugged, making your mouth agape, squinting at their audacity before looking at Ran, who had an annoyed look.

"Well get ready to invite one more, because she invited Kenji over here right now." Ran said, before a loud 'WHAT' was heard.

Mitsuya slapped Peh's mouth shut, while Pah turned him around, alongside Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, who were pretending to look into some other directions, whistling some random notes and observing the surroundings.

---

After Half an hour, when the doorbell rang, every single person scrambled, waiting for the next moments of what was about to come.

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"Well, here are the papers, you just gotta sign in here." Ran said, as he put forth the papers across the table, as you and Kenji stood across each other.

"Sorry I made you come over here on a holiday" you apologised, as you stood patiently at your side.

"Its alright." Kenji said, "I didnt have anything going on, plus, (NAME) told me we were married, and thanksgiving is the time to be with family." Kenji said with a wide tooth smile. If looks could kill, Kenji wouldve been tortured to death by the way Ran glared at him, while you blankly looked at your dumb ex. "Yea okay great, Can we just get this over with?" You said, as you took the pen and signed the papers.

"Great, by a few days, this marriage will be over, and you both can go seperate ways." Ran said, as you held the pen towards Kenji to sign it, "Here."

Kenji hummed before speaking up, "I dont know if i wanna sign these papers."

Everone 'oooed', as you both ignored the voices. You glared at Kenji with a 'are you serious look' while Ran had red in his eyes, "Why not?" Ran said, his voice raising, restraining himself to not beat the shit out of him.

"Because i think splitting up would be rough on the kids." Kenji said, making you two look at him with dumbfounded looks. "

"We don't have any kids" You say, "Are you sure, cuz you didnt know we were married until this morning." Kenji said, making Ran look towards you, smacking his lips and squinting his eyes, giving you the 'he's got a point' look, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay Kenji, you know neither of us thought this was real, i mean we were married by an anime character impersonater."

"Of course it was an Anime character impersonater. we could never afford a real one."

You looked at him with your eyes squinted and dumbfounded look, while Ran rubbed his hand over his face, "You married him instead of me? Yeah good call." Ran said, taking the pen from your hands and pointing it towards Kenji , "Sign the damn papers."

"Hang on" You said, pointing your hand towards Ran, "You know you've been a jerk about this all day. You always do this. Whenever i mess something up, you're right there to make me feel worse about it."

"That is not true." Ran argued.

"You know we couldve waited till Monday, signed the papers, and this wouldve all been over."

"You're the one who invited him here."

"Oh there we go again. Just another mistake you're throwing at my face."

"Not cool bro." Kenji said, poking Ran's shoulder with the pen, as Ran squinted at him annoyed and irritated. "Im starting to think you're not the guy i want dating my wife."

You held Ran's one hand back, not to let him physically strangle Kenji in front of the others.

Ran took a deep breath, before speaking up, "Yea, well she's not gonna be your wife for long."

"Oh no are you dying?"

Ran looked at the ceiling, while you closed your eyes in frustration, still holding Ran's one hand to calm him down.

"Im about to. Sign the damn papers." you said.

Kenji signed the papers as he happily said, "You know what they say, Happy wife..Happy life." He put the pen down on the table as he grinned and looked towards you both, while Ran gave him a sideye, his both hands on the table, while you took a deep breath.

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Soon the party ended, as everyone bid goodbyes. Finally only you, Ran and Rindou were left. Rindou went to his room, while you and Ran sat beside each other on the couch, watching TV, and eating ice cream.

You sighed, as you slid an arm underneath his, "Hey, i'm sorry about today. And i promise that the next time i get married, it wont be a joke. It'll be for love. Or money." i said nodding my head, before giving him kisses on his cheeks and his lips before resting my head on his shoulders, as Ran snorted on your words. He then moved his hands to wrap around you, as he then retorted, "Its a win win for me, since i qualify for both", making you chuckle, as you both continued to cuddle and watch TV and eating the tub of ice cream.

[kingdaddydaichi]

can i request consensual hate sex between bakugou and f!reader

Oooooh yassssss! This idea got better and better the more I thought about it, Nonny. Love it! I hope you enjoy this naughty little slice of grudge fuck pie. 💖

Riding The Fine Line 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT or I'll have my Big Scary BoomBoom Man blow your little ass up!

Word Count: 2k

"Oi! Who picked this shitty restaurant anyway?", Bakugou sneered as he walked towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "Oh look, Gorilla Man is here".

"Watch it, shitty girl. M'not in the mood for your shit tonight".

You'd made plans earlier in the week to meet Kiri and Mina for dinner. You knew Bakugou had been invited too, but after having suffered through it so many times over the past year or so of having some friends in common, you somehow managed to tolerate his presence. It helped that the drink you'd been sipping on made him somewhat less intolerable than usual.

It was like nails down a chalkboard every time Bakugou reared his big dumb head. His only redeeming quality was that he was quite easy on the eyes. Shame that such a hot guy is also such a huge asshole.

He's always given everyone a hard time, but unlike most people, you just wave a dismissive hand at him. And it makes him crazy. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get under your skin like he so easily does others. Oh, he annoys the piss out of you to be sure, but he doesn't hurt your feelings per se.

"Y'know, for such a massive ego yours sure is delicate, you meat head".

"Oh yeah? Well, for such a massive ass yours s-"

"God, Bakugou, do you ever just shut up?", you snipped.

Kiri and Mina both jumped in, laughing nervously and smoothing things over to lower the tension. He growled at you. You flipped him a subtle bird before looking away and trying to ignore him.

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Kiri's birthday was approaching and several of his friends decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. You, Denki, Mina, and ugh, as luck would have it, Bakugou, were are all put in charge of decorating his house while some other friends took him out for dinner. Midway through, Mina whined while sorting through various sacks, "Oh no! We forgot the disposable rainbow shot glasses!" Mina had a way of putting a cute touch on everything she had her hands in. Denki offered to go with Mina to procure the missing miniature party cups, leaving you and Bakugou alone to hang streamers in Kiri's living room. Probably not the wisest of decisions, but consider the source. 👀

It didn't take long after they were gone for Bakugou to start in on you with his bullshit. Only this time no one was around to referee. You groaned. This was going to be a free for all. You'd already both cut eyes at each other a couple of times.

"You're not doing it right, dumbass!"

"That's a matter of opinion and you can shove yours up your ass, dumbass".

He flipped you off saying, "You can shove this up your ass!", then turned back to his task.

You were so done. Without thinking, you reared back and hurled the roll of streamers as hard as you could, nailing him right in the back of the head. Damn, it felt good.

He whipped around, a vein popping out of his forehead, clenching his teeth. You were quite proud of your aim until he made little explosions in his free hand and said, "You're really pushing your luck with me, woman! If we weren't in Kiri's house right now I'd blast you right through that fucking wall!"

"Pfft, whatever! You wouldn't do shit. You're all bark and no bite, you fucking douche canoe!"

"You ever stop to think that maybe if you weren't such a bitch guys might actually want to talk to you?"

That did it. He'd finally found one of your hot buttons and you couldn't take his shit anymore. You marched right up to him and got right up in his face, height difference be damned.

"You know what, fuck you, Bakugou! I'm not normally like this! You're the only person who…drives me to this madness!", you spat with tears in your eyes.

A second later, his hands were on either side of your face, crashing his lips down onto yours. You were so shocked you froze before pulling away from him, staring at him in astonishment. He just stood there, huffing, glaring back at you, waiting.

You stepped forward and pushed him, his back hitting the wall, hard. But before he could protest, your lips were on his again. He grabbed you by your arms and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You slipped your tongue past your open mouth, his meeting yours halfway as he pushed his knee between your legs. He pressed his thigh against your sex, shoving his growing cock against your thigh in the process.

Taking the bottom of his shirt into two fistfuls, you eagerly pushed it up to his chest, exposing his washboard abs and god-like pecs. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor while your shaky hands got busy with his belt and zipper, urgently, like you couldn't get to him soon enough. But his will took over when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head so he could peel your shirt off. He dipped down to take a mouthful of your tit, cupping what he couldn't fit in his rough hand, swirling his tongue around your nipple, sucking, then releasing you from the inside of his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue over your pink nub. You grabbed two handfuls of his ash blond locks and arched your back off the wall as he gave your other breast the same treatment.

You impatiently tugged on his hair, hungry for the taste of his sweet lips again. Your tongues once again fought for dominance and you gasped when he picked you up in one swift movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to Kiri's bedroom, swinging the door shut behind him before slamming your back against it.

"Put me down", you said forcefully.

He stopped sucking on your neck long enough to rasp, "And why the fuck should I?"

"Because I want to get into your fucking pants, asshole".

For once you two agreed on something and with your feet back on the floor, you got back to work on his pants before reaching in and wrapping your hand around his hot dick. Shit, you could barely get your fingers all the way around it, it was so thick. You stroked him a couple of times before pulling him out, exposing his manhood in all of its mouth-watering glory.

He ran his hand down his sculpted stomach, spreading his fingers to either side of his girth. "Like what you see?" You realized you were staring at his dick and the pre that dripped from it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?", you sassed.

He growled and spun you around, pushing your front against the wall and swiftly closing in behind you. Wisps of your (color) hair fluttered around his hot breath as he breathed down your neck. "You keep on tryin' to hide it, but you want me just as much as I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make an honest girl outta ya".

His battle-hardened hands found their way down your back, around your waist and all the way to your belly before he slid them down, his fingers reaching below your waistband. You willed him to push his hands further down, pressing your backside against his erection. He used one deft hand to unbutton your pants and work your zipper down, granting himself better access. When he mercifully slipped his middle finger between your folds, you couldn't choke back the moan that emerged from the back of your throat.

"Damn", he growled behind your ear, "for someone who can't stand me, your pussy sure is wet for me".

"Shut up", you gritted through your teeth.

The feeling of the rough pad of his finger teasing your swollen clit nearly sent you over the edge. But it was short-lived and you whined when he pulled his hand away to shove your pants down around your ankles, accompanied by your damp panties. Your hands slid down the wall as he yanked your ass back towards him. You hung your head and watched the head of his cock as Bakugou fucked your thighs, back and forth over your slit, coating his fat cock with your slick, readying himself.

When he began pushing into you, your legs shook from the sheer pressure as he slowly filled you up. When he bottomed out, he held himself still, at least considerate enough to give you time to adjust to his size. He waited until you started grinding against him before grabbing your hips, and slowly withdrawing.

"Now let's see if I can fuck all that hate for me out of you". Before you could retort, he slammed his cock back into you, your pitiful cry mixed with his loud groan echoing off the walls of Kiri's bedroom. He set his pace, steady and hard, the cold buckle of his open belt pressing into your skin with every crash of his hips.

"Yeah, who knows? Maybe if you'd get your dick wet every once in a while you wouldn't act like one", you quipped, voice faltering as he pounded into you.

He slowed his pace to bend over you, pushing your hair out of the way before biting down on the nape of your neck.

"Oww!! What the fuck?!"

He stood up straight again, laughing and said, "All bark and no bite, hah? You just hadn't pushed me far enough yet!" The sweet and salty mixture of his sweat and your need could be heard with every loud slap of his skin against yours.

"Fuck! Bakugou-", you whined in spite of yourself.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gave it a firm tug. "When're ya gonna stop callin' me by m'last name and call me Katsuki instead?"

"When you stop acting like a raging asshole towards me", you managed as he fucked the breath out of you.

"Brave words for someone in such a compromising position. Now - say - my - fucking - name!". Each word came with its very own plunge of his cock into your mess of a cunt.

Your legs started to give out. "Katsuki!" You hadn't meant to obey him, but he'd kept his word and made you honest.

"That's better". You could hear the smirk in his voice after hearing his first name fall from your quivering lips.

You turned to face him when he pulled out, kissing him hard, his fingers going into your hair. You inched backwards onto the bed, Katsuki crawling in towards you with a primal look in his crimson eyes before nestling his thighs between yours and sheathing himself deep inside you again. Your head rolled back as you arched your back off the bed. Gods, the feeling of him filling you up was quickly becoming your new favorite sensation.

He nuzzled his face against your neck as he rutted into you, pulling your thigh up to his hip bone, raking his teeth against your skin. His breathing had become more labored and he started thrusting faster, your pleasure mounting with the increased friction of his pubic bone against your clit until rays of bliss shot out from every pore of your skin at the speed of light.

"K-ka-tsuki, I'm c-cumming hahh oh goddd!" The pulsating grip that you had on him finally sent him to his end as well, growling your name and cursing between clenched teeth, burying himself deep inside you as he unloaded rope after thick rope of his white hot cum into your snug, soft warmth.

"Seems Shitty Hair’s gonna get more than one surprise tonight", Katsuki said, catching his breath.

You laughed so hard that Katsuki hissed at the feeling of your walls squeezing his sensitive cock so soon after his orgasm.

"You still hate me?", he asked, brushing his lips against yours, supporting his weight with his elbows.

"Hmm...that depends", you said thoughtfully, tracing the cut of his back muscles with your fingertips.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you'd still fuck me if I don't hate you".

He smirked. "I'd still hit it even if you love me", he whispered, showing his softer side as he kissed you, smiling.

[thesoftanon]

jealousy, jealousy

ENDERMANGO CULT, RAISE FROM ABOVE!

it's not valentine's day yet here but I can't wait to post this, so have this long ass fic I just created. again, kinda ooc...

this is the calm before the storm

“no.” it was short, it was cold and it was adamant, a strong response from mango, who was he answering to? no other than blue, his drinking buddie “there’s absolutely no way– no! just no!” a blush spread around his cheeks, but lucky him he could blame it on the alcohol.

“Okay, but like, not in the slightest? you really don’t feel anything for Jacob?” blue asked again, hoping for a more honest answer.

“I mean, sure, I think it’s kinda nice having someone sticking around and… stuff” he took another sip of his drink “but that’s it. I’m not an idiot to let myself get attached” not again at least. His mind began spacing off on said enderman and the… particular interactions they had so far.

“sure… whatever you say mate” and that’s where that conversation ended, neither of them noticing the other female enderman listening to the conversation from outside.

“this is gonna be harder than I thought…” she mumbled, teleporting away.

…

Next day Mango went for a walk to a special place he had to relax, a small flowery forest he liked to visit after the hangover to not have to deal with anyone’s bullshit. unlucky him, he wasn’t alone in that calm place.

“Hey there!” Jacob greeted as cheerful as ever, however something felt off that day. Mango brushed it off and ignored the enderman, who followed him nonetheless “you look cute today!” he complimented, but Mango’s reaction was to shove him against a tree and grab him by the chest

“Hear me out buddy, there are a lot of things you can call me but cute isn’t one of them” the intimidating voice mango had didn’t match his lightly-blushing and angry face, and Jacob just smirked and kept the eye contact in silence. Slowly realizing the pose they were currently in hit mango like a train, his face became a darker shade of red when he heard Jacob let out a sweet, gentle giggle “Awww, you’re blushing!”

Did Jacob have a death wish?

Surprisingly mango didn’t have an answer for that one, and instead he tried to walk away not saying a word and keeping his beating heart calm. At least that’s what he intended, when Jacob suddenly grabbed his wrist and pushed him back on the tree. It wasn’t harsh, but it was faster than mango would usually react with jacob around “What the-?!”

One hand kept a steady grip on mango’s wrist, preventing him from backing away while the other cupped his cheek. Mango had still one hand freed to push Jacob away if he desired, yet the only thing keeping the enderman from going further was the flustered and upset frown on mango’s face.

If you asked Mango later, he would say he didn’t react out of shock of the new behavior of his suitor, but deep inside of him a truth started to creep out… he didn’t want this to stop. Jacob smirked faded a bit as he leaned closer, Mango’s free hand turned into a trembling first as he closed his eyes shut with force. Not even himself knew what was going on until…

Jacob went for a cheek kiss.

Jacob went for a fucking cheek kiss, not a lip kiss, and Mango opened his eyes widely. Now he could feel how all the blood on his system went straight to his face, Mango could literally feel himself make a short circuit after hearing the next words coming out of Jacob’s mouth.

“Were you expecting something else?” but after snapping out of it, Mango punched Jacob right on the face, while the taller one just laughed lightly, rubbing a hand on his hurt cheek.

Mango got out of there as fast as he could and locked himself up in his room. screaming into his pillow as he felt a knot inside his belly and-

OH HELL NO.

Mango Tango Would NOT fall in love with Jacob enderman, not in a million years.

And so, Mango tried avoiding Jacob at all costs that week (but failed a lot) and whenever the two of them ended up alone Jacob would either kiss Mango’s cheek, forehead and hand (mango would never admit out loud that the hand kisses made him feel like royalty all over again) but no matter what the context was, Jacob would always be greeted back with a not-so-strong fist or a not-so-hard slap.

Mango thought he got it under control, until the valentine’s gathering second decided to host.

…

“Why am I coming again?” mango asked, annoyed as always.

“Because Second wanted you to come and share a bit with the rest, it’s love and friendship day and we’re the closest thing you got to friends whether you like it or not” purple explained, exasperated at their friend’s antics

“Still doesn’t answer my question”

“because I would make you come either the good way or the bad way”

“right…'' Mango knew (and sure as hell didn’t approve) of Purple’s crush on Second and vice versa, normally he wouldn’t even think about helping them out but given this… special occasion he could make an exception. Just this one.

Soon enough they arrived at Alan's pc and to Mango's disgust they had invited Jacob too, but hearing the next five words out of green’s mouth froze Mango.

“Jacob brought someone with him!” he claimed, signaling the enderman girl beside her “Mango, purple, this is Leyla! Leyla, this are purple and mango”

Mango could swear he felt himself sweat cold, sick from the inside. Who was this girl? Why was she with Jacob? What was their relationship like? Were they friends? she couldn’t… she couldn’t be Jacob’s suitor, could she? no, no way, Jacob was only interested in him and–

The girl clung into Jacob’s arm “hello! it’s so nice to meet you!” her shining bright smile almost blinded Mango “You must be mango, Jacob told me so much about you!” but despite this reaffirmation, the grin on the girl’s face gave him absolutely no trust.

“Hello, yes I’m mango” The orange stickfigure managed to not sound harsh, but did not manage to not sound cold. Everyone just brushed it off as Mango just being his grumpy and cold self, but the endergirl knew better, her plan was gonna work… if she went all the way in.

For the rest of the day, the girl wouldn’t let go of Jacob. Not only that, but she seemed to love being all lovey dovey with the enderman (Jacob didn’t encourage it but didn’t stop it either, mango had mixed feelings about it).

Soft snicker could be heard from the color gang plus purple for the not-so-subtle jealousy from mango, until purple had enough of the pinning.

“If you looked any harder on that girl you would be piercing through her skull” they commented

“good” he answered, taking a sip of whatever blue had just made “I wish I could”

Purple huffed loudly, bringing him back to reality “why? she has done nothing to you, and she’s actually getting along with jacob. I thought you said you really didn’t like jacob?”

“I don’t, but it’s… it’s annoying seeing them like that” Mango half-lied, yes, it was annoying him seeing Leyla all over Jacob, but it bothered him more the fact that Jacob didn’t paid him no attention all day, what the hell is wrong with—

Leyla kissed the top of Jacob’s head. Just the same way Jacob used to do with him.

Hell no, Mango had lost a lot already, he would absolutely not be giving away the only one seeming interested in him. All he could see was red, the girl and his Jacob. Abruptly getting up, everyone’s eyes fell into mango going to the pair, Second was ready to start a fight to keep Leyla alive, but mango just bluffy grabbed Jacob’s hand and pulled him out of there, missing the way the girl raised his thumbs.

…

Once alone and far away enough for the rest, Mango began his angry ramble

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU CAN’T– YOU CAN’T JUST FLIRT WITH ME ALL WEEK AND THEN PRETEND NOTHING IS WRONG THE MOMENT YOU SHOW UP WITH A RANDOM GIRL YOU FOUND SOMEWHERE! AND HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF –HMP!–” mango’s shouts were shut up by a kiss, an actual kiss on the lips by jacob. So many emotions flowed through him in that very second but at the same time his mind went blank, only focusing on the sensation, the softness of Jacob’s lips on his own and the heartbeat that almost deafened him.

They stood like that for a good five minutes, and when they did separate slowly mango looked stunned.

“I love you mango” jacob declared as he did so many other times, but something about this time felt different, something made Mango blush “but I thought… I thought I really didn’t stand a chance”

What?

Before Mango could ask, Jacob continued “My friend Leyla just wanted to help, and she’s really good with that romantic stuff so I tried the things she told me and you just… you always ran away from me, she came today to prove me you were just shy and… uh, well, I know it’s childish but… a part of me wanted to know if you cared”

Mango, under any other situation, would be mad about the way he was played but the last sentence stung him a lot. There was no backing down from here, was it?

“Jacob, of course I- ugh, I feel the same way! okay?! I’m just– I don’t– I’m not ready for a relationship. The idea is weird and I just–” and for the first time since forever, Mango had the initiative and cupped both cheeks of Jacob, standing on his tip-toes and kissing him way softer than you would expect for someone like him.

Whatever happened afterwards is just for themselves, especially given that the endergirl stopped spying on them and teleported away.

“at least one of us can be with their crush” she sighed, thinking about a special person in her heart.

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."

[crossroadsfossil]

Lizard quirks and courting birds

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Characters: Dabi, Spinner, Mentioned Hawks, League of Villains

Wc:6,246

Tags: League of Villains as Family, Another smidgen of Dabi and Spinner bonding reluctantly, Spinner has additional aspects to his quirk, Spinner POV, Spinner watching these two dumbasses fall in love and no one is comfortable especially spinner, minor world building,minor additions to character backstories, Spinner has the braincell and wishes he didn't

Ao3 link:

Summary:

Spinner has a secondary aspect to his quirk. It’s simple, really. He can see where people have touched each other.

It’s awkward now that Dabi and Hawks are fucking.

It’s only going to get worse when they start being more.

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Spinner got his quirk as a child, much like all children do. As he passed his fourth birthday, the anticipated changes began. His family had a history of lizard and gecko quirks, so when he started growing soft scales, no one was alarmed. His father had a snake-like tail that could grip things like an additional hand, and his mother had a forked tongue and scales that created an ‘exotic pattern’. His older sister took after their mother, with scales scattered over her skin like freckles and pit organs that blended in with them. It gave her a very striking look, and it looked like he was going to end up resembling his sister more than either parent.

Unfortunately, he drew the short end of the stick. His scales were certainly softer than his sisters, but that was the only positive difference. Instead of staying freckle-like on his face and shoulders, the scales rapidly spread over his entire body. If that wasn’t bad enough, his nails grew into talons and the bones of his face started to grow decidedly animalistic.

That wasn’t the full extent of his quirk either. He minimized it the best he could, describing it as ‘sticking to walls’. When he tried to explain what it actually was to people, it ended poorly.

‘Sticking to walls’ was generally seen as a boring and relatively useless quirk, despite the fact that, in his opinion, it was neither. Unfortunately, during high school, it wasn’t seen as boring and useless. It was seen as creepy and unsettling and turned him into a social pariah after the rumor started.

The rumor that he liked to climb into places a teenage boy shouldn’t be. Like bathrooms. Especially a teenage boy who looked the way he did.

He dropped out of school that year.

In retrospect, he should have kept his mouth shut, rather than trying to be a hero. He wanted to help one of the few people who had been sweet to him, to spare her some heartache. He wanted to return the kindness she had shown him during the year. She didn’t take him informing her about a cheating boyfriend and a lying ‘best friend’ well.

Her disbelief added fuel to a fire that was already raging, and the ‘creep’ label was practically tattooed on by now.

Spinner wasn’t surprised. Hawks did the perfunctory introduction to him and then fluttered over to the rest of the league. If past experience held, Hawks would, at best, greet him during future functions and ignore him. Spinner didn’t mind. It’s expected, hell, it was damn near an unspoken social rule. People gravitated to non-mutant people. Even other mutants did it, especially if they were in that narrowly accepted range of ‘pretty’.

He learned an important fact that day; ‘heroism’ was only for pretty people.

Pretty people like the number-two hero who was brightly introducing himself to everyone.

Spinner was used to it, and he was used to reading body language to gauge threat level, and something about the hero was ringing alarm bells. Hell, by the time the meeting ended, he was struggling not to call ‘bullshit’. The hero may have brought good intelligence they could use, and he may have been vouched for by Dabi, but Spinner didn’t trust Dabi to begin with. He trusted Hawks even less.

Good luck explaining that to Tomura though. He and Tomura may be good friends, one of the best that Spinner’s ever had, but for some reason, Shigaraki always gave Dabi a long leash and even more leeway. A dangerous amount of leeway, in his opinion. He was just the team’s token mutant. The token mutant with a quirk so invisible he was practically useless. What did he know? He was just a high-school dropout who turned into a NEET and got radicalized by an extremist.

Hell, he was pretty sure Dabi didn’t even go to high school. He didn’t even think the man had even been homeschooled like Tomura was.

Spinner wasn’t a fool.

He knew how the world viewed him. He knew the stats the heroes gave him. He knew he was the only one in the league ranked at a ‘C’. Out of the five high school dropouts, he was often perceived as the least intelligent, despite being as old as Toga had been when he dropped out.

A loud laugh brought Spinner out of his thoughts. Hawks had an arm slung around Twice’s neck, chatting with the league’s friendliest extrovert.

It’s not like he could tell that the hero wasn’t as sincere as Dabi was making him out to be. It’s not like he could tell that Dabi and Hawks’ relationship was about as professional as Toga’s blood kink was mainstream. After all, he was only the token heteromorph. What could he know?

Yeah… what did he know?

Certainly, he couldn’t know more than their so-called ‘recruiter’.

It wasn’t like he could see the handprints all over Hawks’ pants and jacket, or the matching set on Dabi.

You see, Shuichi and his sister were more similar to each other than they were to their parents. His sister’s quirk wasn’t just the pretty scales. She had pit organs. Functional pit organs, which meant she could ‘see’ in infrared. He couldn’t do the same, he could still ‘see’ more than the average person.

Oh, didn’t Spinner mention?

His quirk had a secondary aspect to it.

He could see where people touched.

To be honest, it wasn’t that simple. He looked into it before he dropped out of school. He assumed that the same things that gave his sister a snake-like sense of smell might be similar to his own ability. He didn’t have a forked tongue or pit organs (thank gods for that, he was already ugly enough), but he did ‘see’ remnants of physical contact. He figured out you had to have your hands bare to leave behind colors. What he also gleaned, from months of self-study, was that it probably had something to do with the eccrine gland system and how his body interpreted ‘scent’. People generated sweat and oils and a bunch of other chemicals throughout the day and often expressed them through the skin. Which made sense. The skin was the largest organ in the body.

That’s right.

He could see colors.

Stupid, useless magic-shrimp meme colors.

It was an incredibly fancy way of saying he saw people’s body fluids, often in loud and fluorescent shades.

It was gross and his explanation wasn’t entirely accurate, but he deemed it accurate enough for a high school dropout.

Whatever the technical aspect to his quirk was, it basically allowed him to see when ‘chemicals’ were transferred from one person to another. He could tell the intensity of the feelings and over the years had figured out what colors meant which emotion. He also knew he couldn’t see every single touch. He could only see the ones that meant something. Casual touches wouldn’t register. His brain filtered out the mundane, everyday touches people received during the day. That was probably a defense mechanism and probably for the best. He would go mad if he had to see every single touch and had to try and parse out what each color meant.

He was already having trouble ignoring how often Hawks and Dabi were touching each other.

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Those two touched.

A lot.

Spinner caught the cold beer tossed to him. This was the best part of summer - Lazy days and cold beer and being able to indulge the lizard side of him just a little bit more than usual. It did have the unfortunate side effect of melting away his usual suspicion and wariness. He was almost feeling downright fond of Hawks and felt like tolerating Dabi. Then again, the two of them had been spending more and more time with the league as of late. Hawks especially had been a persistent presence. Spinner should worry more, but his current thought process was that if the hero was going to do anything, he would have done it already. Besides, Hawks brought snacks and beer.

“Hawks!” Spinner shouted, scrambling to sit up. Hawks was already across the room, handing out snacks from a bag. Hawks looked up at his name, doing a double-take at Spinner’s murderous expression. For some reason, something about it made the hero’s lips twitch into a smile. Spinner let his own muzzle twitch into a snarl. He was two seconds away from getting his sword and- Hawks pulled out Spinner’s requested beer, frosty, and handed it to a feather that floated over to Spinner. At the last minute, it pulled just out of reach.

A beer that didn’t feel like the usual pop-tab.

He looked at the beer Hawks tossed him.

It was not beer.

“Hydrate, then beer.” Hawks chided, lifting his feather higher as Spinner made a grab for the beer.

“I will stab you.”

Hawks laughed, which Spinner thought was rather rude, considering he stabbed people before. Often.

“You have to catch me first.” He teased, although the feather descended. Spinner snagged the drink before Hawks could change his mind. He did hold off on opening it immediately. One, because he didn’t want it to foam all over him, and two, the hero did have a point. It was too hot not to hydrate.

He cracked open the sports water and chugged it, maintaining eye contact with the hero as he did. Once half of it was gone, he cracked open his beer.

Hawks chuckled to himself and made his rounds, checking on everyone - still the hero.

Then again, Mister Compress probably appreciated someone acting like a functional adult. Not that they weren’t, but Spinner was well aware that each member of the group would sometimes fixate on things and neglect other areas of their life, inevitably leading to Mister Compress checking on them like a worried hen. Even now, he was trying, despite it being too hot for the man to do much besides sit in front of a small fan, his usual coat and vest stripped away. It was hot enough that he had even shed his slacks and mask, balaclava included. It wasn’t often they got to see Mister’s face.

Hell, everyone was getting an eyeful today. Spinner was stripped down to his shorts and a tank top, and Shigaraki was down to just his boxers, as was Jin. The last time he saw Toga, she was knotting the bottom of a stolen t-shirt under her ribcage after showing Spinner a way to keep his hair off his neck.

The only people who weren’t in varying states of undress were Hawks and Dabi. Judging by the colors he could see all over Dabi’s clothes, they were hiding what probably was an impressive array of marks from their love-making. No, that wasn’t right. Hate-fucking? It was closer to hate-fucking. Or some sort of tension release. Maybe they were just incredibly horny for each other (and he could lie and state he didn’t see what they saw in each other, but he had eyes. Eyes that saw a little too much, but he wasn’t blind to the fact that they were both good looking).

The colors they left were too washed out and matte to be anything else, and they barely lasted an hour on each other.

Spinner scowled into his beer at the sudden realization that they only last an hour, maybe two max. He didn’t want to know that much about those two. It was probably better neither of them ditched their coats. As many colors as he kept seeing smeared over their clothes, it would be ten times worse if they were down to their bare skin. The combination of colors, hickeys, bruises, and bite marks would be too much for him (he was betting one of them had a biting kink. It was the one thing he and Toga agreed on regarding those two). Let alone whatever else they had. Hawks didn’t have as many colors on his coat, but there were an unsettling amount around his wrist and neck.

Spinner didn’t want to know.

He could already glean too much from that little bit of information. He didn’t want any more clues or context. Being able to see how many times Hawks grabbed Dabi’s ass in a week was already too much.

… It just sucked to see them around the base fully clothed like that; just looking at them made the room feel hotter, and not in a sexy way. It was more a sympathy-heat-stroke thing.

Spinner finished his beer, returning to sipping at the sports water and the game tournament at his side. It wasn’t for video games, else he’d be winning right now, but one of the board games Tomura wasn’t familiar with. Toga and Twice were doing their very best to ‘catch’ Tomura up on the ‘usual experiences’ he had missed out on.

The blues on Tomura were new. There was a large splat of color against his side where Toga leaned against him between turns, and as he reached for a token, he caught sight of blue covering Tomura’s palm, probably from Twice just high-fiving him. The blues weren’t as rich as those that Toga and Twice left on each other, but they were a solid, bright blue. If experience taught him anything, the marks would probably linger for hours.

Barely half an hour in and the three were covered in shades of blue.

It was fucking adorable.

Toga and Twice were almost always covered in blues. What had started as soft, light blue between the two quickly turned into the deep, rich, soft blues of intense friendship. They were so dark and rich that they were bordering on almost fraternal indigo.

He glanced down at his own arms, seeing a similar mark on his own palm, also from the excited high-five from Twice earlier. It was almost as bright as the one Tomura sported.

It was a little baffling.

When Tomura brushed against him and left smears of light blue against his skin, he knew it was an affection born out of a shared love of video games and the long nights they spend doing raids together and talking tactics.

With Jin? He didn’t really know what he brought into Twice’s life. He wasn’t attached at the hip like Twice and Toga were, nor did he share a quiet camaraderie with him like Twice and Dabi did. He definitely didn’t match up to the relationship Twice had with Hawks, where the two would chatter a mile a minute with each other… So… What did he-

He shook his head, flopping back onto the ground and staring up at the slow-moving ceiling fan. It wouldn’t do to worry too much about it. He wasn’t sure how or why Jin viewed him with such affection, but it warmed his chest regardless.

He was going to enjoy having friends while it lasted.

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Something…odd… was happening in the league. Spinner wasn’t sure if he liked it. Yes, he was, in general, supportive of the league as a whole growing closer together, although it was part pragmatism (since it meant they fought together better), and part selfish hedonism. He wasn’t surprised as the colors each league member left behind began to shift into deeper, richer colors. He wasn’t even surprised when more colors were added or nuanced patinas started appearing.

The league had ceased to be a group of like-minded, goal-oriented individuals. It was even starting to stop being a group of friends. They were more like family now.

Except Dabi.

Dabi had stringently maintained his distance with the league with a persistence that bordered on obsession. He fought to keep his dealings with the league clinical and professional. The few, rare times Dabi touched them and left behind marks backed this up. Every single person received an almost identical, small, short-lived smear of gray. The only two who didn’t warrant gray were Tomura, who received a pale silver that spoke of a spoonful of respect, and Jin, who had a few damning smudges of blue left on his hands and shoulders.

It didn’t stop there. It was like Jin’s friendship with Hawks opened the floodgates of the hero’s affections.

Then again, the marks on Jin weren’t surprising.

Jin was easy to adore and in turn, was easily adored. Hawks was a perfect example of that, of how fast Jin could make people love him. The professional, light grays quickly faded into a misty powder blue and then darkened with each hour.

Toga and Hawks slid right into an almost sibling-like teasing, only confirmed by the purple that Hawks left in Toga’s hair after one night of trying- and failing, to braid it.

Spinner spat out his drink when Dabi took over, showing the hero the proper way to braid hair. He left even more purple in Toga’s hair than Hawks had, with blue swirling through it so that by the end of the night, Toga’s hair resembled the galactic hairstyles that was in the magazines she liked reading. It was a shame she couldn’t see the starry night in her hair. She would have loved how it looked.

Hawks, and by extension Dabi, even left colors on him. Smudges of blue that surprised him every time Spinner caught sight of the fingerprint-sized marks.

The more time Hawks (and in turn, Dabi), spent with the team, the more the two of them unintentionally grew attached to the league.

Neither man liked it, either.

Hawks was the opposite. Instead of avoiding them, he was constantly in their orbit, and if he wasn’t with them, he was with Dabi. When Hawks was uncomfortable, he stopped by more, trying to encourage conversations with each member of the league. He listened harder and was almost, well, hawk-like in his attention. It was like he was trying to see or hear something that would put him off… and sometimes… it seemed to work. The colors he would leave behind would dim, would turn pastel and matte, and a shade lighter than they had been earlier that day. They would often remain washed out for days, but it was always, always temporary.

Whenever Dabi caught himself relaxing into it, he would figuratively pivot the opposite direction. Throughout meetings, he would radiate his desire to leave. If the meeting went too long, Spinner could practically see the man vibrating with sheer desperation. He left a sheen of sickly green over everything he touched. As soon as the meeting ended, he would attempt to emotionally distance himself from them by physically doing so.

They wouldn’t see him for the rest of the week.

Spinner thought it was bad watching the hate-fucking with its ruddy, speckled orange marks transition into something that could actually be called friendship, even contentedness. With the two of them sliding into actual friendship, he was forced to watch the assgrab and other groping increase to frankly obscene levels. He was sure they were being incredibly subtle, but with the way his quirk worked, he got a neon sign every. single. time. they engaged in displays of horny.

With each other, Dabi and Hawks were even worse.

It was like seeing a train crash.

Thank god he wasn’t the only one who noticed. He caught Compress shooting them beleaguered looks every so often.

======================

Then the two of them abruptly changed.

For the worse.

Spinner was making dinner when Dabi walked in, hastily stepping into the kitchen to avoid Toga and Twice who were set up in the small common area. Normally, Dabi put up with their exuberance fairly well, so he wasn’t sure what was setting him off today.

Spinner looked up and saw Dabi’s face.

Something had frazzled the man. Spinner would bet his console and all the games for it that it had something to do with the faintly shimmering, pale yellow marks on Dabi’s face. They curled around Dabi’s jaw like someone had tenderly cupped it. There wasn’t a resulting mark on his lips, so there wasn’t any kissing involved and the color…

Spinner had seen a lot of colors in his life, but none like this, at least, not so up-close.

He was used to smears of sandy yellow, but nothing this buttercup bright… and they never shimmered.

Something stupidly saccharine occurred.

“What are you looking at, Lizard?” Dabi hissed, bristling at Spinner. Spinner schooled his expression and pointed a large spoon at him.

“Better question is what are you doing in the kitchen on my night to cook?” He snapped back, putting a veneer of irritation across his face, “You’re looking paler than normal. Are you getting sick? Get your ass over here for your bowl of soup and fuck off. If you get sick, I’m taking a page out of Toga’s book and stabbing you.”

Dabi scowled, but accepted the bowl Spinner ladled soup into and slipped away to one of the back rooms. For a moment he was sure that Dabi was going to snarl something back at him, but it seemed he realized what Spinner was doing. It wasn’t like they were friends, so Spinner wasn’t going to ask what happened and knew he was the last person Dabi would go to for help. Besides, gods forbid they talk about things like adults. Not that he wanted to talk. He was out of fucks to give regarding the weird, sappy thing that was going on between Dabi and Hawks.

He was already an uncomfortable voyeur to all that shit.

Dabi didn’t grow any more comfortable with it over the next few weeks. He avoided Hawks like the man had all of the plagues, and the more Dabi avoided him, the more dejected Hawks looked. However, since it was Hawks, you had to pay particular attention to the masked moods the hero swapped out.

Or, if you were Spinner, you watched who and what he touched.

Hawks left his usual marks with their varying colors, but each one had a blurred halo of green and coal-dust black.

======================

Hawks was free of marks for all of thirty seconds, which was approximately the amount of time he remained on his feet and breathing out as much of an explanation as he could.

The next thirty minutes were a blur, and so were the marks that covered the hero. Former hero. Hero-adjacent? Spinner wasn’t entirely sure - he only caught about half of the explanation, too busy trying to sort out if the hero was covered in blood or if this was a new color-combination he hadn’t seen with his quirk yet.

It was blood.

The marks that followed were a bright rainbow of feelings, ranging from surprised worry to fierce anger, tentative happiness, and dawning horror. Pretty much all the emotions one could feel when confronted with both world-changing news as well as the crashing realization that you might be watching someone you cared about bleed out. Frankly, he was glad Hawks had been wheeled back as soon as they arrived. That many blindingly bright colors were starting to hurt his eyes.

“He’ll be okay…” Toga whispered. Her voice tugged him out of his thoughts and drew his gaze away from the door of the room the doctor disappeared into. Toga squeezed his hand again before lacing their fingers together and leaving behind smears of blue and purple. Spinner sighed, squeezing her hand back and leaning against her. She pressed back, a surprisingly sturdy, comforting presence.

“Toga… You saw what the Commission did to him. We don’t know if what he said was true or-” Spinner started saying before Toga interrupted him by pulling up a news site on her phone. One of the videos playing was muted, but there was closed captioning. They watched in silence for several minutes before Spinner pushed the phone away with his free hand. “That’s not helping. There still might be retaliation, and none of us have read the leaked files yet so it might just-”

“It’ll be fine. He was helping the UA kids. I trust them.” Toga replied, nudging him again.

“Toga’s right - Hawks will be fine. We will need to have a discussion with him, though.” Shigaraki chimed in, tapping away on his phone. Dabi was wedged between Shigaraki and Twice, mostly because if they weren’t on either side of him, he’d probably slide to the floor. As it was, he was lolling in and out of consciousness. Streaks of blue and purple, and some pink from Jin, were all over Dabi’s coat from where Twice and Shigaraki manhandled him after the doctor fucked him up.

He wondered how long the sedative was going to last. She jabbed him with a pretty big needle before he managed to step away from her. He didn’t get far, stumbling and then crashing to the ground. Spinner hadn’t been brave enough to laugh then, but after this was finished, he was going to find a corner and laugh himself silly over it.

That was if Dabi didn’t kill them after it wore off.

“That’s right!” Toga chirped, “Happy thoughts!”

======================

It was late enough that the midnight blacks of evening had turned into the blush-pink of early morning. They’d sat in the waiting area until Mister Compress had returned. He had some items in a bag that he handed off to the doctor’s assistant; payment for the emergency care she was providing. It wasn’t full payment, but they could ‘work out the rest later,’ she had assured them.

The doctor wasn’t one familiar to the league, and it didn’t seem like she had fond opinions of the creepy Ujiko guy that Shigaraki knew. She was the opposite of that man in pretty much every way that counted.

Ujiko always gave Spinner the vibe that he would happily cut all of them up to see how their quirk ticked, except for Spinner. He would probably chuck Spinner into a vat for parts if he could. Luckily, Shigaraki liked Spinner and he was competent enough during missions so Ujiko didn’t have an excuse to do so.

Where Ujiko was a short, bespectacled, ominously slimy feeling man, the doctor Dabi had brought them to was large, broad-shouldered, and was a mutant with a lion-head and small wings on her back.

She was courteous with all of them, but there was something odd between her and Dabi. They knew each other. Judging by the low, whispered argument they had, they had known each other for a while, and judging by the colors she left when she clapped a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from going into the back room, they had known each other for years.

It wasn’t the first time someone had touched Dabi and left exasperated red behind. Usually, it was Mister Compress.

There wasn’t any other way the marks could be that bright a silver. There were other colors involved, some streaks of blue and a smudge of obnoxious pink, and bright incandescent red of anger.

Or exasperation.

Dabi was careful not to touch her back and shrugged her hand off his shoulder almost immediately, again trying to follow the assistant into the back room. That was when the doctor stabbed him with the needle, letting Shigaraki and Twice manhandle him into a nearby seat.

He’d seen silver on Dabi before, of course. On Toga, too. That wasn’t really strange. Giran left bits of tarnished silver whenever he brushed by them.

Tarnished silver was professional detachment, but the silver the doctor left was so bright it looked like mercury. A long partnership, perhaps? He gleaned that Dabi had come by his scars years ago, so maybe this was where he went for aid. Spinner couldn’t fathom Dabi going to an urgent care center.

Then again, Spinner couldn’t fathom Dabi having a functional relationship with any doctor, back-alley or no. There wasn’t a lot he could fathom, like how… young Dabi looked when asleep. He looked years older when awake, but now, even with the sedation slowly wearing off, he looked closer to Spinner’s age than Compress’s. It would have to go on the list of things to ask Dabi later, along with establishing whatever is going on between him and Hawks, the fact that some of the released reports indicated his heredity, and if he had actually heard Dabi call the doctor something like ‘doc nya nya’.

Dabi groaned and shifted as the sedative continued to wear off. Spinner brought up a hand to keep the man from toppling over.

"Morning, sleeping beauty,” Spinner teased, removing his hand and ignoring the colors his touch left behind. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a bus,” Dabi grumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck and finally looked up. A momentary flash of alarm shot across his face as he realized where they were. His head jerked to the side as he searched for, and then found Hawks.

Spinner kept an eye on Dabi as he stretched, just in case Dabi wasn’t completely over the sedative, and decided to eat dirt. Something in his back cracked loud enough that Dabi’s attention flitted back to him. The perils of not moving for hours on end and being a makeshift pillow. He’d heard worse after a night of gaming.

Dabi sighed, shoulders slumping with relief as he realized that Hawks was tucked into the medical bed not three feet away. Bright eyes lingered on the ominous IV bag that was filled with eerie-colored goop. It didn’t seem to alarm him though.

That was another thing he needed to ask about.

“Where are the others?” Dabi asked.

“They went to get food and sleep in a hotel. The doc got pissy and said only one of us could stay and I drew the short straw.” Spinner said. He actually offered to stay behind and babysit Dabi and eventually Hawks. The plan was to have someone level-headed, or more likely, awake and coherent, to be there when Hawks awoke. They hadn’t been sure how long Dabi would be sedated and they didn’t want a nervous hero reacting badly to an unfamiliar place with his… whatever Dabi was, unconscious next to him. The others thanked him, which was a delightful novelty, and then left.

“It’s been about twelve hours since the doc, you know. Got you.” Spinner explained, miming jamming a needle into his arm. Dabi didn’t look amused, but he did reach up and rub his shoulder where the doc got him.

Twelve hours since Dabi went down like a sack of rice. Six hours after that, the doc concluded the surgery and let them see Hawks. They were all relieved when they were let into the room. There wasn’t much to see; Hawks was out cold and would be for ‘as long as needed’. The doc had done a damn good job. Don’t get him wrong, Hawks still looked terrible - he still breathed with a rasp, but he looked a hell of a lot better than when he came in and his forehead was no longer wrinkled in pain. Hawks was bandaged all to hell and back and there were an alarming number of tubes inserted into various places along his body. Spinner was pretty sure most of the tubes were non-standard in the medical world, especially since more than one of them was pumping that weird goo into him.

“Where is the doctor?” Dabi asked. He slowly eased himself out of his seat and started for the nearby chair and stumbled against the corner of the bed. Spinner shot out a hand to steady him, letting go immediately as Dabi gave a full-body flinch. It was enough of a touch for Spinner to leave behind a faint smudge of blue and worried teal.

Dabi glanced at Spinner, eyes narrowed as he settled into the chair. The doc placed the chair next to the bed with a knowing smirk soon as Spinner had gotten them settled on the bench.

‘For when he woke’, she said and that was pretty much all she would answer. He lobbed a few questions at her in the hopes that at least someone was chatty in this clinic. Most of them were deflected, and the few she did answer left more questions and didn’t really answer the original one.

It seemed even if you could find someone from his past, there was no guarantee you’d end up with more information than when you started. If anything, you were left with even less of an understanding.

“Sorry dude. Doc went to bed. Her assistant is at the front desk. I can go get-”

“Fuck no.” Dabi replied, face scrunching into something that resembled annoyance. “Kaneyoshi is an annoying fuck. Keep him out of here.”

Well all right then.

“You feeling nauseated at all? Thirsty? The doc told me to ask-”

“Why are you still here?”

Spinner shrugged and, limbs no longer protesting, retook his seat on the bench. He kicked his feet up where Dabi had been sitting and tugged his scarf loose. “Keeping an eye on you two. Shigaraki and the Doc are scary people.”

Dabi snorted.

“Plus, the others didn’t say where they were going. Since I’m not renting a room by myself, I’m going to pass the fuck out here. Wake me if you need anything.” Spinner said, laying down and exaggeratedly dropping his scarf over his eyes. Dabi didn’t say anything, and for a long while, it seemed the man was just going to sit there, looking uncomfortable until Hawks woke up.

Then the chair squeaked and there was a wet, half-sobbed huff of breath. Spinner waited a few seconds before lifting part of his scarf off his face, peeking out from under it. He saw the scarred man take Hawks’ hand, clasping it between both of his own with his forehead pressed to them.

He was the picture of a worried lover, and Spinner was actually happy for him. They all joined the league for something and while most of them were slowly accruing family, maybe a few would leave with love as well.

Maybe Hawks would know some single ladies he could romance?

He laughed to himself softly and settled in for an uncomfortable but much-needed nap.

======================

“I’m fine!” Hawks hissed, smacking Dabi’s hand away as he hobbled from the kitchen to the couch. Dabi threw up his hands in frustration, starting to smoke from his seams.

“If you don’t stay still, I’m letting Dr. Gaou deep fry you.”

Spinner pulled the table out of the way for Hawks, steadying the man with a hand on his leg as he eased himself down onto the couch.

“She won’t deep fry me. She thinks I’m charming,” Hawks said, poking a hole in the potion-like and probably not legal medical drink pouch from the clinic. He took a sip and immediately after, his face seemed to curl in on itself. “Oh gods, I take it back. She hates me. This is foul.”

Spinner zoned out, not quite listening to the bickering as he took in the new colors all over the league. Some were familiar, like the blues and purples on everyone. Some were new, like the streaks of bright, shimmering gold that Dabi left with every touch overlaid with a soft reddish patina. Granted, most of the touches left on Hawks had that irritated-red left on him. Everyone, but especially Dabi, were more than a little upset with the bird over the stunt he pulled without letting anyone know.

All Spinner knew was if Shigaraki ran into the Deku kid anytime soon, there was going to be an unholy shouting match about ‘bad plans’. Not that Shigaraki had much room to talk.

“Will you two quit flirting and pick a fucking movie? Otherwise, we’re watching the news updates.” Shigaraki growled from his blanket pile on the other end of the couch. Toga made a noise of displeasure that was a little like a tea kettle.

“Mister’s seen this one, right?” Hawks asked.

“No! You’ll be grumpy all night! I’ll pick a movie!” Toga whined, looking for the remote. Luckily, Hawks snagged it with a feather and was making an executive decision for everyone.

Thank gods.

He wasn’t in the mood for Toga’s usual fare, which alternated between B level Sci-fi films from twenty years ago or horror slasher films and psychological thrillers. The only time he liked either was in video games, thank you.

“Yeah. He won’t be upset if he misses it. He hasn’t seen the sequel, though so we have to wait before we play it.” Spinner replied, getting to his feet. “I’m getting snacks from the kitchen. Any requests?”

Compress was out doing gods knows what and Spinner had a suspicion it was something to do with whatever he did before joining the league. He and Twice had a bet. Twice thought he was part of the yakuza. Spinner was pretty convinced he was an assassin, because apparently circus performer wasn’t a valid profession anymore.

At the kitchen archway, Spinner paused, looking at the group bundled together in front of the television. They were a pleasant palette of blues and purples, with smudges of pinks from Twice and Compress. Dabi and Hawks were covered in gold, and somehow, Shigaraki had a smudge of yellow in his hair from gods knows where.

Spinner looked down at his own hands and arms, smiling as he saw a similar mess of color all over them.

[tails89]

If you’re still doing the prompts thing, could you do #20 (“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever come up with...I’m in.”) with Buddie from 9-1-1 please? And if not, no worries. :)

Hey there, sorry this took so long. Sometimes my brain just doesn't want to cooperate...

Anyway, hope you enjoy (I changed the prompt a lil)

Also posted on AO3

“Here.” The beer appears in Buck’s peripheral vision, and he reaches for it, fingers slipping in the cool condensation that beads down the side of the bottle.

“Thanks man.” He takes a long sip and stares out into the backyard. “Oh, hey. How were parent teacher interviews yesterday?”

Eddie groans and drops heavily onto the porch swing, throwing his legs up on the railing beside Buck’s.

“They were fine,” he says, taking a long drink from his beer.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound fine,” Buck says, twisting to face Eddie. “Is everything okay with Chris? Is there—"

“Christopher’s fine.” Eddie cuts Buck off before he can get too worked up. “He’s doing well in school, got lots of friends.”

“Oh.” Buck takes a sip of his own drink. “So, what’s the matter then?”

Eddie pulls his feet from the railing and plants them on the porch.

“He’s got this one teacher, and every time I see her, she’s got something to say about me being a single dad.” Eddie leans forward, his elbows braced on his knees. “Like I’m not good enough for him on my own.”

“You know that’s bullshit,” Buck says. “You’re a great dad.”

Eddie just waves him off.

“Anyway, she was going on about my job and how the long hours aren’t fair on Chris and how alone he is... anyway... Chris told her he’s not alone. He said he’s got me and Carla, Pepa and Abuela and... his Buck.”

“Of course, Eds, you know we’re all there for Chris.”

“I know but, I just—I don’t know why I said it.” Eddie leans back against the swing, staring out into the night.

“Said what?”

“I may have told her we were together...”

The half-mouthful of beer goes down the wrong hole and Buck chokes.

“What?” He wipes his sleeve against his mouth to catch the liquid that’s spilled down his chin.

“It just came out. She kept going on about the type of home environment I was providing, and I know I shouldn’t have let it get to me, but—Chris was so excited. I tried to tell him it wasn’t true—"

“Eddie, it’s fine.” Buck fidgets with the label on his bottle. He can’t quite bring himself to look at his best friend, afraid his face will give him away. It makes sense now why Chris was so happy to see him today, and perhaps why it had taken so long for Eddie to get him into bed. “You need to tell him though.”

“I know.” Eddie sighs and drains his beer. “I honestly didn’t think he’d be excited about the prospect of me dating again. We haven’t really talked about it.”

Buck isn’t excited about the idea of Eddie dating again, dating someone else. He keeps his mouth shut though and finishes his beer. The seeds of a very terrible, stupid plan start to take root in his brain.

“Hey, if uh,” the words stick in his throat. “If you need some time, to tell Chris, I don’t mind pretending for a day or two.” Buck’s heart is pounding so loud in his chest, he wonders if Eddie can hear it too. “Just until you do.”

Eddie laughs, tipping his head back against the seat.

“That is, without a doubt, the stupidest idea you’ve ever come up with...” he says, still chuckling.

“Ha, yeah,” Buck plasters a grin on his face. “Pretty stupid.”

“You know what, I’m in,” Eddie says, regaining his composure. “Just for a day or so. I’ve got the rest of the parent teacher interviews tomorrow night and then I’ll sit Chris down and explain it was a misunderstanding.”

“What about the rest of the team?” Buck asks. “We’ve got a ten-hour shift tomorrow. What happens if they find out?”

“They won’t.” Eddie’s tone is warm and reassuring but Buck shakes his head.

“It just takes one,” he points out. “If Maddie finds out, she’ll tell Chim. And if Chim finds out—” he lets his head tip back with a groan, “—he’ll tell everyone.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?” Eddie asks him, planting his feet back on the porch and sitting up.

Yes, because if people find out that they’re ‘dating’ they’ll have questions and Buck can’t handle that kind of scrutiny, not when he’s already harbouring major feelings for his best friend.

“No,” he says instead. “I guess not. It’s just one day. What’s the worst that could happen?”

~

Buck pulls up at the station bright and early the next morning. He parks beside Eddie’s truck, a smile spreading across his face when he realises he has Chris with him.

“Bucky!” Chris's whole face lights up and he throws his arms around Buck.

“Hey bud.” Buck ruffles the kid’s hair and walks with them towards the firehouse. “What are you doing here?”

“Pepa’s running late,” Eddie explains. “She got caught up in traffic, so she’s going to pick Chris up from here. She shouldn’t be long,” he says, addressing Bobby this time.

“It’s not a problem. You hungry Chris?” Bobby asks, matching Chris’ pace as they head for the stairs. “I’ll see what I can rustle up for breakfast and you can tell me all about school.”

Chris nods along enthusiastically, following on behind Bobby.

“Hey Christopher.” Chimney leans over the balcony rail. “You got any fun stories for us kid?”

“Oh yeah!” Chris hands his dad one of his crutches so he can free up a hand to grip the stair rail. “Did you guys know Dad and Buck are dating?”

Every eye in the building turns to them.

The thing about the station is that it’s never truly quiet. There’s always some noise, some movement, no matter the time of day. But in that moment Buck could have heard a pin drop.

Hen is the first to break the silence.

“Alright, pay up.” She waves her fingers in Chim's face. “Better luck next time boys,” she crows, holding out her hands.

“I definitely heard you say November,” Chimney argues.

“I said, before November.” Hen grins. “It’s before November. Now pay up.”

“You couldn’t have waited just a few more weeks?” Chimney asks them. “Really, is that too much to ask?”

“What is happening right now?” Buck stares at his friends in disbelief. “Have you all been taking bets on us?”

Hen and Chimney share a look. “Uh, yes.”

They say it together, Hen bursting into laughter at the indignation on Buck’s face. “Oh please, you think you’re so hard to read? You wear your heart on your sleeve, Buckaroo. I read you.”

She counts the money she’s won, stuffing the notes into her pocket. “You boys just paid for my anniversary dinner. I can’t wait to tell Karen.” She pauses. “I don’t suppose you two also offer babysitting services?”

Buck bites his lip to hold back the panic clawing at his chest. His gaze flicks to Eddie, laughing and reassuring Chris that he’s not in trouble for spilling the beans. He’s acting like it’s nothing—like their whole team hasn’t been plotting behind their backs.

Eddie had promised that no one else would know, but that had gone down the drain in seconds. And now what? Do they keep up the lie or do they come clean? The idea of telling everyone that it’s not real is worse than knowing they’d been betting on him and Eddie getting together. Or do they already know that too? Maybe that’s the next bet and they’re all just waiting.

“I, uh—” Buck takes a half step back. “I’ll just be back in a minute.”

He doesn’t run for the stairs. He keeps his gait even until he’s at the bottom of the staircase and then he makes his escape to the bathrooms.

Buck spends the rest of the day avoiding the team. Well, avoiding them as much as he is able while still doing his job. While they’re at the station, he finds chores to keep himself busy, ignoring the looks he gets from Hen and Chim and ignoring the friendly teasing that he can’t take a joke.

Avoiding Eddie is the worst. Buck can’t bring himself to do it. He constantly finds himself gravitating back towards his best friend, drawn like a moth to a flame.

Buck keeps waiting for Eddie to pull him aside and ask why he’s not keeping his end of the bargain. Eddie keeps looking over at him, face pinched with an expression Buck can’t quite name. He’s probably pissed Buck couldn’t even keep it up for twenty-four hours, and now they’re both going to look like fools in front of the rest of the team.

~

“Thought I’d find you hiding in here.”

Buck glances up from the bunk to catch Bobby leaning in the doorway.

“I’m not hiding.”

“Good, because lunch is ready.” He goes to leave, then stops, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. “For what it’s worth Buck, we’re happy for you. Both of you.”

“Thanks Bobby.” Buck stands slowly, inhaling deeply. He can do this. He can pretend to be dating Eddie in front of his co-workers while also somehow pretending that he’s not wildly in love with his best friend. He’s got this, no problem.

Buck lets the breath go in a rush.

He’s so fucked.

Everyone’s eyes look up as Buck reaches the kitchen. He’s the last to sit and there’s just the one spare seat left beside Eddie.

As he settles into the chair, Eddie bumps their knees together under the table and offers Buck a reassuring smile.

“So,” Chim says reaching for the salad bowl. “I need details. When did this start?” He gestures between the two of them with the salad tongs before loading up his plate.

“Yeah, how long have you been keeping this from us?” Albert pipes up.

Buck swallows against the lump in his throat. They should have come up with something, just in case, but now they have nothing and—

“It was a few weeks after I got home from the hospital.”

Buck glances across at Eddie, brows knit together in confusion.

“I’d broken up with Ana and Buck was over a lot, helping with Chris,” Eddie explains, accepting a plate from Hen. “There was this one day. Buck had just got back after dropping Chris at school and we realised Chris had forgotten to take this book he’d wanted for show and tell.”

Buck can feel his frown deepening. He remembers this.

“Anyway, Buck wanted to go all the way back to Chris’ school to give it to him. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Eddie’s looking at him now, holding Buck’s gaze as he recounts the story. The whole team is looking at them, the heat of their scrutiny makes Buck squirm in his seat. “I said it didn’t matter, Chris could just take it another day, but Buck said—"

“It matters to Chris.” Buck feels his face flush. At the time, Eddie had laughed and said something about Buck being too good for them before Buck had run out of the house clutching the book.

“It just kind of hit me, you know?” Eddie finally looks away, reaching for the bread rolls in the middle of the table. “Just how lucky I am to have him and how much he cares about us and… I kissed him.”

There’s a collective gasp from around the table and all eyes turn back on Buck.

“And what did you do, Buckaroo?” Hen asks, leaning forward in her seat.

“I uh—” Buck glances at Eddie, eyes wide. “I kissed him back?”

“Yeah, and it was about damn time,” Chimney shouts around a mouthful of pasta. “You guys are so cute. It’s disgusting.”

~

The rest of the shift is better after that. Everyone seems satisfied by their story and Buck lets himself fall back into his regular comfortable rhythm, hanging with Eddie between call outs. There is still some awkwardness to it, Buck can’t stop his mind from wandering back to that morning, imagining what it would have been like if it had gone more like Eddie’s story. He’s surprised Eddie even remembered it, it had been just another day between the regular doctor and physical therapy appointments that consumed his every waking minute.

He waits until later that night to say anything. Chris is in bed and they’re back on the porch nursing a beer each.

“Can I, uh, ask you a question?” Buck tears at the label on his bottle. “That thing you said at lunch, about how we got together…” He trails off, not quite sure how to verbalise the whirlwind of feelings it had stirred in him.

“Yeah, well I had to say something convincing,” Eddie says, taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh, right. Yeah.” Buck had spent the whole afternoon thinking that maybe, just maybe his feelings for Eddie weren’t as one-sided as he’d initially thought. This though, this is like a bucket of ice water to the face. “I don’t think I can do this, Eds.”

Eddie’s head jerks up.

“I thought I could pretend, but I can’t.”

“Why did you suggest it then?” Eddie doesn’t sound angry. Buck almost wishes he did, it would be easier if the were both yelling at each other. Anything would be better than the soft disappointment in Eddie’s tone.

“I thought—” Buck takes a breath and tries again. “I wasn’t thinking when I suggested it. I think there was just a part of me that thought that getting to pretend with you was better than nothing. It’s not though, it just made it that much more obvious how much I want this— want us.” Putting down his beer, Buck goes to stand. “I’m sorry. I’m gonna go—”

“Wait. Buck.” Eddie catches his arm. “I should have kissed you.”

“What?”

“Chris’ show and tell. I didn’t kiss you that day, but I wanted to. You were just out the door so damn fast.”

“You wanted to kiss me?”

Eddie pulls him back down onto the swing with a fond eyeroll. “We’re you not listening to my story at lunch?” he asks, voice teasing. “I meant what I said about how it just hit me. You’re amazing Buck, and Chris and I are both so lucky to have someone like you, someone who cares with everything you have. I think I’ve loved you for a while, but that morning I knew.”

“I love you too.” Buck knows he’s grinning like an idiot, but right now he doesn’t care. “I know you didn’t kiss me back then but… you can kiss me now.”

And Eddie does.

It starts off soft and slow—a tentative brushing of their lips, but then as neither of them back off it grows more desperate. Buck curls his fingers in the hem of Eddie’s shirt, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

When he finally pulls away, they’re both red-faced and breathing hard.

“So, I guess this means we don’t need to break up,” Buck says with a laugh.

“No,” Eddie agrees. “I plan on keeping you around for a long time.”

[honeyhan-123]

The (Mission) Plan ~Part iii

Summary: Two and a half months after that fateful night when Steve and Bucky took you from your home, the golden opportunity to escape reveals itself.

Warnings: Dubcon, anal fingering and sex, very brief mlm (like squint and you miss it), basically pwp. 

Word Count: 3.7k

AN: So this is legit 95% porn and 5% plot. Enjoy!

You awoke to the door slamming shut and groggily opened your eyes. You watched still half asleep as Steve stripped, throwing his clothes haphazardly around the room. You had been in this situation enough times to know he was angry. At what, you weren’t quite sure but you hoped it wasn’t because of you. 

For a moment you tried to think back, to figure out what you could have done to make him so irate. Your botched escape attempt had been nearly two weeks ago and you had been on your best behaviour since. Admittedly your best behaviour did occasionally include sassing back at the Captain or even screaming and throwing things but Steve hadn’t reacted like this. No, it must be something unrelated to you.

You had known what he was here for as soon as he had slammed the door behind him but you were still startled as he yanked the bed sheets away and hastily crawled on top of you. A grunt of approval came from him as he saw you naked and ready. He flipped you over so you were lying on your stomach and you didn’t dare protest as his fingers wedged themselves between your thighs. 

He pushed your knees up beneath you and you lifted yourself up onto shaky arms, following his silent cues. He grinded his member against your ass as he slipped a finger into your entrance. You were dry and it hurt slightly at first but over the past few months Steve and Bucky had conditioned your body to respond to their touch. 

In no time at all, Steve deemed you wet enough for him and his fingers disappeared only for a prodding sensation to follow. You gritted your teeth as he roughly sheathed himself in you. The initial stretch was always more than you thought. 

Steve wasted no time at all in starting his punishing pace. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain up your spine but you kept your mouth clamped shut. He wouldn’t care for your whimpers. If anything, you suspected they would egg him on. 

His hand buried itself in your hair, tugging at your roots while the other left bruises along your thigh from where he gripped you painfully hard. His balls slapped against your ass and his low groans echoed in your head as he used your body. 

Your arms shook beneath you and you were almost thankful when Steve pushed you down onto your chest. The bed sheets rubbed against your nipples and his chest rubbed against your back as he fell on top of you, his arms caging you in. The new position allowed him to fuck you even more vigorously and you moaned as he brushed against your g-spot. 

‘God Honey, that’s it. C’mon Honey.’ His husky words filled with his desperation only added to your own. Your depravity reached new heights as he hand dipped down your stomach to your clit. His nimble fingers rubbed a flurry of circles around your bundle of nerves and left you begging. 

‘Please… Please, I need-’ Words failed you as desire overtook your mind. Your only saviour was his purr of approval. 

‘Yeah Honey. Cum with me. That’s it. You can do it.’ Your body convulsed as it obeyed his command, pleasure filling your veins as his own filled you. His grunts echoed through your mind as he lent his head against your back, his hot breath whispering along your neck. 

You were prepared for him to pull away, for him to leave you just like he always did but the movement never came. Instead, he flipped onto his side, pulling you with him as he remained sheathed inside of you. You couldn’t allow yourself to relax in this new territory but he seemed perfectly content. His earlier anger gone for the moment as his fingers drew patterns along your swollen stomach. 

The silence felt suffocating and you only started to relax as you felt him harden again. This, you could deal with. You knew what he expected of you. 

Without a word, you pushed yourself back into him and raised your left knee, allowing your walls to pull him in deeper. You felt his lips pull into a smile against the back of your neck. 

‘Such a good girl for me.’ You keened at the praise but tried not to show just how much it affected you. But he knew. Steve always knew. Although he may not show it as openly as Bucky, Steve knows you inside and out as well. He knows what makes you tick, what to do to get you begging, and what you truly want, even if you might not know it yourself. 

His pace was slow, almost lazy as he moved his body against yours. His lips constantly brushing against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Despite how soft the moment felt, it didn’t deter the fire kindling in your belly. 

It was almost too much as Steve let his hand dance back down to your sensitive nub and you let him know with a strangled ‘Steve…’ But he just shushed you. 

‘I know you can take it Sweetie. You’re such a good girl and good girls take what they’re given. I know you want it, just give in to me.’ His fingers were unrelenting as they swirled in smooth circles, eliciting moan and moan from your lips. ‘See Sweetie? I know best. I know you best.’ You couldn’t help but agree in your daze. 

The hand that wasn’t dancing along your clit reached up to grab your tit and Steve moaned in awe as you filled his palm perfectly. Although it was still early days of your pregnancy, you knew your body had begun to change and both Steve and Bucky had made it clear just how much they both adored those changes. Steve toyed with your sensitive nipples, pulling them taught one moment and gently kneading the flesh the next. 

The constant stimulation was beginning to be too much and it was only a matter of minutes before you felt your toes curl. Your walls clamped down around him as he pushed you over the edge once more. You smothered your face into the pillow as your body thrummed with pleasure. Steve’s own grunts sounded like a symphony as he followed you, filling you to the brim once more. You felt so full of him that it was a wonder you could take any more. 

Once more you were left dazed as his arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer in his warm embrace. You didn’t question it as his palm once more spread across your stomach, his fingers tracing invisible patterns. You could feel the steady thump of his heart against your back and you wondered what was going on in his mind. 

The silence stretched on for what could have been minutes or even hours as his breathing and your own returned to normal. It was only as your heart rate started to calm down when he spoke his voice so soft that you might not have heard it. 

‘I hope it’s a girl.’ 

Your body stilled as he spoke and being too afraid to say anything contradictory you merely responded, ‘A girl?’ 

‘Yeah. I’ve always wanted one. Even back before the ice. I wanted a way to remember my mother, and now,’ His hand spread itself over your belly. ‘I might just have one. But what do you want?’ 

Your body tensed once again. You knew that if you said what you truly wanted, this kind, soft Steve would be gone in a heartbeat. Instead, you reflected back on that moment in the greenhouse, where that unwelcome picture of a blue-eyed boy running around the isles had implanted itself into your mind. 

‘I’m not really sure. I guess I haven’t really thought that far ahead. But I guess whenever I picture the future, it’s always a boy. He… he always has your and Bucky’s eyes.’ Steve hummed in approval of your answer. 

‘Yeah. Bucky told me about that. But tell me this, does he normally have brown or blonde hair?’

‘I… I don’t know.’

‘You do know.’ His tone wasn’t accusatory or even angry. It just seemed sad and he was right. You did know. 

You wanted to scream as the guilt the wrecked it’s way through you, twisting up your insides. He shouldn’t be able to do this, to make you feel this way. Not after everything he’s done but here you were. Feeling guilty over some unborn child. 

‘I’m sorry.’ The words were a whisper just like his lips brushing against your shoulder. 

‘It’s okay.’ 

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Somehow your body had calmed down long enough in Steve’s embrace for sleep to creep over you once more. Just like earlier you were awoken by anger, though this time none of it was directed at you. 

Harsh tones filled your ears as your eyes were met with darkness. The only light in the room came from the hallway where you could see the door hadn’t fully closed. 

��You slithered out from under the covers and began creeping to the door. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but they were definitely having an argument. A big one. 

Your feet brushed against the soft material of Steve’s shirt from where he had let it fall to the ground earlier. Without pausing to think, you bent down and scooped it up, pulling it over your naked body. 

You crept towards the door, barely daring to breathe as you pressed your ear to the crack. 

‘It’s not my choice Steve! I’ve been given orders.’ 

‘Oh, you’re seriously going to pull that card? I was given orders too but I chose to ignore them. I chose my family over some stupid mission.’ Steve bit back at Bucky and you cowered against the door. You had been on the receiving end of his anger far too often and the urge to go out and comfort Bucky was almost overpowering, but you stayed put as Bucky fired back. 

‘It’s different for you and you know it. They don’t need you like they need me. I know these Hydra lairs and I’ll be able to keep our team safe.’ 

‘You’re just doing this because you’re so desperate to prove yourself, Bucky. I trust you and so does the team. You don’t need to keep on trying to earn their forgiveness for things that you had no choice about. You weren’t you back then and we all know it.’ 

‘That’s not what this is about.’ 

‘That’s bullshit.’ A gasp escaped you as you heard Steve swear. While it was quite common in the throes of passion, you had never heard it outside the bedroom so to speak. He often chastised you for your potty mouth and the idea of spanking him like he did to you brought a smile to your lips. You could barely imagine pulling his hulking frame over your lap. 

The smile quickly faded as you heard Bucky’s next words though. ‘Steve, I already said yes to the mission and you know there’s no going back now. So as I see it we can either spend our last night together for a while fighting and arguing or we could have a nice time.’ Bucky pleaded. 

‘It’s hard to have a nice time when my boyfriend’s being an idiot.’ Steve grumbled but you knew the fight was over and that Bucky had prevailed. 

There was silence for some time and while the open door was tempting, your ass was still slightly too tender for you to even dare try and creep out. So instead, you padded back to your bed grabbing a book on your way. You didn’t doubt that your soldiers would be in your room soon enough to give Bucky a real farewell. 

You had barely read a chapter of your novel before the door was pushed open as your soldiers came in. They both looked tired, and slightly on edge but they were putting on a good front for each other. You weren’t sure if you should address the tension in the room, or even let them know that you knew but Steve solved that issue for you. ‘How much did you hear Honey?’

You paused slightly, deliberating your answer before settling for honesty. ‘Not much. Just that Bucky’s going on a mission.’ 

‘That’s right.’ Bucky chimed in, coming over to sit on the edge of your bed. ‘I shouldn’t be gone for too long, a week or two at most. So I’m going to need you to be an extra good girl for Steve while I’m gone, especially because he’s so pissed at me right now.’ 

It hardly seemed fair that you should be suffering because of Bucky’s choices but that was your life, and life wasn’t fair. So instead you nodded your head a meek little ‘I understand,’ spilling from your lips. 

‘That’s a good girl Honey.’ Bucky scooted up your bed so that he was sitting against the headboard too. Turning to Steve he reached an arm out. ‘Come on Stevie.’ You could see the ghost of a smile as Steve crossed the room and came to sit on your other side, his arm sliding around your back. 

Before you had time to say anything, Steve had your book in his hand and placed the slim metal tab between the open pages before discarding it on your bedside table. Meanwhile Bucky had twisted you towards him, his hand coming up to cup your face as he pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped in easily and mixed with yours. He tasted musky with a light sweetness and your eyes closed in bliss. 

You could feel Steve’s hands wandering, pulling his shirt up over your hips and breasts. His hands came up to cup the mounds, playing with your perky nipples as his lips brushed against your shoulder. ‘You look spectacular wearing my clothes Sweetheart. Maybe I should take away your wardrobe and only give you my own clothes from now on.’ 

Bucky chuckled against your lips at Steve’s murmuring. ‘I think you mean our clothes punk.’ 

You smiled despite yourself and briefly parted from Bucky as Steve tugged the shirt over your head. A part of you suspected that Steve might be serious in his suggestion but you pushed it from your mind, leaving it to be a problem for future you. Right now you could barely form a coherent thought, let alone one concerning your wardrobe. 

There was a nudge at your back and you shifted as Steve pushed your over, onto Bucky’s lap. He climbed up behind you and briefly pulled your lips away from Bucky’s so he could kiss him too. You watched as the two men kissed, your thighs clenching in response to the way they devoured one another. 

You double checked, making sure that neither of them were paying you any attention before you let your hand drift down to in between your thighs. A surge of shame washed over you as you discovered just how wet you were but it was quickly dismissed. There was nothing you could do about it now and so you began coating your fingers in your slick, sliding them up and down along your lips. 

Your middle finger found its way inside you, slowly pumping in and out and before long your index finger joined it. A groan of dissatisfaction tumbled from your lips even as you added a third finger. Your fingers just weren’t as thick or as long as your soldiers and you longed for more. Yet you pushed it aside and began to rub your palm along your clit with every thrust of your hand. 

You were still a little sensitive from earlier with Steve yet it just added to your pleasure. In what felt like no time at all you could feel your walls begin to pulsate around your fingers as your impending orgasm to build. Moans fell freely from your lips as you got yourself off. The slow burning fire erupting over your body and flowing through your veins as you panted. ‘Oh god.’ Any sense of keeping quiet and secret had completely disappeared from your mind as pleasure washed over you. 

‘Isn’t that the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen Stevie? Our girl, getting herself off for us.’ 

‘Oh yeah it is Buck. I would’ve preferred if she asked first though.’ Steve’s tone was admirable, yet also teasing and you squealed as he gently smacked your ass. 

‘I’m sorry Captain.’ You tried your best to sound demure yet the wanton goddess within was anything but. 

‘It’s okay Honey. Bucky and I both know how cock-hungry you are. How desperately you need us.’ You nodded your head eagerly as Bucky discarded his shirt and shifted his hips to pull down his jeans. ‘Why don’t you show me how much you need the Sergeant and I?’ 

You needed no further prompting as you crawled further up Bucky’s legs and situated yourself right over his pulsing member. You gripped it tightly and gave a few gentle tugs as you raised yourself up on your knees before lowering down onto it. An involuntary moan fell from your lips as he filled you so much better than your own fingers had. 

‘God, she’s so wet, so freaking tight.’ Bucky’s hands gripped your hips and began rocking them against his. You could feel Steve move around behind you but paid him little attention as Bucky brushed against your g-spot. Your fingers dug into the scarred flesh of Bucky’s shoulder just as his did on your hips. 

Bucky alone was already more than enough for you but when Steve slipped a lube covered finger into your tight hole you lost it. You walls clamped down on Bucky and he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm of the night. 

‘Goddammit Steve, hurry up. She’s already trying to milk me dry.’ Bucky grunted out below you and Steve slipped in a second finger. Sweat started to gather on your forehead as Steve moved his fingers in time with Bucky, scissoring and curling them every now and then. A third long and thick finger was added just for long enough for you to grow accustomed before all three were removed, causing a whimper to fall from your lips. 

Steve’s chuckle brushed against your lips as you felt his warm chest press against your back. ‘You’re just so desperate to get fucked in the ass aren’t you?’ Words failed you as his degrading tone washed over you and all you could do was desperately nod your head as another whimper left you. ‘Fuck, your begging for it. But don’t worry Honey. I’m gonna give it to you. I’m gonna give it all to you.’ 

‘Please.’ It was desperate and needy and should have made you want to crawl under the bed but when Steve pulled your ass cheeks apart before sliding home all thoughts of leaving disappeared. ‘So much. Too much.’ The stretch was borderline painful but you wanted it.

‘You were the one begging for it just before Honey. Just give it time, you’ll get used to me.’ You nodded your head, words seeming to be too much. Bucky thoughtfully also slowed his pace as you got used to your soldiers cocks filling both your holes. 

There was a cold digit pressing against your clit and looking down you saw the flash of silver of Bucky’s arm. The cold was welcome at first but soon the ministrations of his nimble fingers just added to the heat that was consuming you. 

Steve’s hand pushed you down, onto Bucky’s chest as he began dragging his cock in and out of your tight hole. You were astonished everytime they did this at how in sync your soldiers were. They managed to play your body like a fiddle, as though they had been learning the instrument their whole lives. 

You were helpless to desire as their pace picked up. Both of your soldiers thrusted their hips with rough, pure strength and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. Already the familiar tightening of your belly was warning you of your impending orgasm. Neither Bucky nor Steve seemed to care what you could or couldn’t handle though as they used your body, forcing pleasure onto you. 

‘I know you’re close Honey. Be a good girl for the Sergeant and I and cum for us.’ Steve’s words were like a blessing to you and you gladly followed his commend. Your walls pulsated around their members and you felt them each fill you soon after. 

Steve eased out of you first, and you shuddered as his cum dripped down your thighs. You felt the bed dip beside you as Steve lay back, his hands behind his head, a lazy and rare smile on his lips. The sight caught you so off guard that you couldn’t help but stare. Your attention was soon brought back to Bucky as he also slipped out of your warm heat, a hiss falling from your lips involuntarily. 

‘I’m sorry Honey.’ He manoeuvred your body so you lay next to Steve, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. ‘I know it hurts, I’ll go grab you a cloth so you can wash up.’ You nodded in a daze, all the fucking of the day seeming to catch up with you at once. 

By the time Bucky had returned your eyes were already closed and while you weren’t quite asleep you were very close to it. You could feel the bed lift as you assumed Steve excused himself before Bucky came back. You could feel hands, one soft and warm and the other cool and metallic dance along your thighs for a moment before the bed dipped and Bucky crawled in beside you, his arms wrapping around your body and moulded you to him. 

The last thing you noticed before sleep pulled you under was the final dip of bed and another warm body pressing itself against you. 

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Hey Neighbor (Part 22)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader Word Count: 3377 Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: I’m not going to lie, you’re going to be mad for a while. Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 21 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

If you told yourself that after what happened Bucky you would be smiling and laughing more than ever before you would have called yourself crazy. At one point it felt like you would never be happy again and then you met Peter.

Peter was the sun that shined brightly pushing the clouds away. You went on a few more dates, texted everyday and found that there was no longer room in your mind for sadness. Bucky was the past and though you didn’t want to be friends at the moment you didn’t hate him as much as you had before.

“Ooh flowers! Someone must really like you,” Mr. Lee said, smiling from the security booth.

You smiled walking over to him, setting down the large vase with the gorgeously arranged bouquet Peter had delivered to your office.

“I think he really does,” you beamed, thinking about how sweet Peter has been.

Sure it’s still very new but you really like him and can’t wait to spend the weekend together. He had both days off and it was so tempting to call out of your internship. If you hadn’t taken off last weekend for the stupid wedding you would have, but you know that you can’t.

Steve finally hangs up the call he was on, and you didn’t miss his tight lipped grimace and the way he eyed the flowers as if they had wronged him personally.

“If you’re happy with Peter I’m happy for you but you really need to let Bucky explain.”

Your eyes flared with a flash of rage wondering if Steve betrayed your trust and spoke to Bucky and on top of that you were really tired of people telling you what they think you need to do. You bite your tongue, not wanting to berate Steve in front of Mr. Lee with the variety of colorful words that were swirling in your mind.

Instead you replied calmly with only the teeniest hint of sass in your voice, “Steve, there’s nothing to explain and I don’t care.” You wished Stan a good weekend, grabbed the flowers and walked out.

Steve knows you’re lying, that despite what you said you’re still hurt, he just wished you weren't so stubborn about admitting it.

Laughter filled the air in Peter’s apartment as the two of you danced in his living room, the lively music from his “Awesome Mix Vol. 1” playlist bouncing off the walls. Groot lays across the couch watching as Peter’s other pet, Rocket, a ferret with raccoon coloring thanks to the dark mask around his eyes, tries to unhook the latch of his cage.

Life has been so much happier with Peter in it. You love snuggling up next to him, petting Groot who insisted his head stay in your lap as you watched a movie together. Peter’s lips press a gentle kiss on your forehead, stirring you from the sleep you had nearly given in to. A tender smile spreads across your face as you look up to him, reaching forward to kiss him. A surge of desire ignited your senses, leaving you and Peter to some heavy petting that did not involve Groot.

The following Friday night you and Peter were eating at his place, trying your best to ignore poor Groot who whimpered beside the table. Steam was rising from the fresh pizza that sat on the table and as appetizing as it looked your stomach couldn’t help but twist with a little guilt. But pizza wasn’t something exclusive to Bucky, that’s silly. You could have pizza– it’s food, it’s fine. You shook off the thoughts.

Groot’s eyes followed the slice in hand to your mouths, gruffly barking in frustration because he wanted some.

“Down,” Peter commanded after Groot pawed at him.

You gave the dog a sympathetic smile, feeling bad as you continued to eat. Your eyes shifted towards your screen that lit up with a message from Wanda, wondering if you were going to make it tonight. You hadn’t hung out with everyone in a long time, spending whatever days Peter had off together. And then there was the fact of really not wanting to run into a certain someone, but Wanda assured you Bucky was not there.

It would be nice to introduce Peter to everyone, maybe Steve could change his attitude if he met the man that made your cheeks ache from smiling so much.

“My friends are all hanging out at a bar right now and invited me so, I don’t know if it’s too early for this but if you maybe wanted to come with me?” You cringed at yourself, realizing how you unconfidently rambled on.

“Sure kitten, I’d love to meet your friends.”

“Really?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling widely as Peter’s hand reached over to caress your cheek.

“I’d do anything for you.” The light sparkled in his eyes as he stared at yours, dropping his gaze to your lips and gradually back up again.

You would have texted Wanda back if your fingers hadn’t carded through Peter’s hair, your lips on his as he lifted you up, your thighs wrapping around him as he carried you to the bedroom. An unwatched table left Groot alone, happy to steal a slice for himself.

The night air was cool on your hot skin, still a little sweaty after your romp with Peter. You wondered if the smell of sex lingered on you, walking towards the bar together and stopping every few paces because Peter couldn’t keep his hands off you. With his arms around your waist he pulled you close to him, the metal gate of a closed store clanging as he leaned against it to capture your lips.

You were all smiles by the time you walked into the bar, hand in hand with Peter. Your eyes lit up when you spotted Steve and Clint, with Peggy and Natasha being revealed the closer you got to the table. You saw the back of Wanda’s head and were about to call out for her but your voice died in your throat as you spotted two familiar faces.

Bucky, and with him was that woman, Claire.

Your lips press tightly as you stare at her. Looks like Bucky kept his date after all, adding another fuck buddy to his mix since you left.

“Hey Y/N! Glad you could make it!” Sam waved you over.

Wanda whipped her head around, her brows raising with concern. With the squeeze of Peter’s hand against yours you put on a smile. Sam was the first to get up and introduce himself but you took over, introducing Peter to everyone including Bucky and the woman whose name you pretended you forgot.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Wanda said, smiling tensely.

She grabbed your arm before you had a chance to stop her, pulling you into the women’s room.

Her hands balled into tight fists that she shook in frustration. “I wish you told me you were coming. I thought you didn’t answer because you weren’t and Bucky only showed up like twenty minutes ago but if I knew I would have– ”

“Wanda, I don’t care.” She studied your smile, looking for cracks in the facade she knew you had to be wearing.

“Uh huh, okay.” She rolled her eyes not believing you. “It’s barely been three weeks and you’re telling me that you don’t care? That’s bullshit Y/N and you know it.”

“Wanda, I mean it!” you snapped. “Bucky and I had sex– that’s it!” The cutting motion of your hand emphasized your words. “I’m with Peter now and I’m happy so you need to drop it, okay?”

You pulled the handle of the door roughly, wanting to quickly get back to Peter. A smile graced his face with everyone’s eyes on him. You slid in next to him, catching the tail end of a question Clint had asked.

“Hmmm craziest story. Well there was a time we got called to an apartment in Queens because this kid had a Q-tip stuck in his ear.”

Everyone wore a look of confusion that only grew the more Peter spoke.

“It was this high school kid with his buddy and one of ‘em thought a spider crawled in his ear. So apparently they were trying to shake it out but it wasn’t working so the other thought they could dig it out with a Q-tip but he pushed a little too far and panicked, thinking it was stuck in his brain.”

“And what happened?” Peggy asked.

“The EMT’s were able to remove the Q-tip but the whole time the kid was freaking out, saying he could feel the spider biting him in his ear but they didn’t see anything.”

Claire spoke up, not that you wanted her to. “That’s why I always advise patients not to stick anything in their ears.” Whatever miss know-it-all, I’m sure Sam would say the same thing too.

“But the weirdest thing is that a week later I saw this same kid walking by the station so I ran out to see how he was doing. He turned down an alley and then he was gone, disappeared outta nowhere. So I look up…” Peter paused, making eye contact with everyone before finishing, “... and he’s climbing up the walls– like a spider!”

Everyone burst into a fit of laughter and Peter admitted the first half of the story was true. He wrapped his arm around you, proud to have seemingly won over your friends’ approval. Most of them at least. You tried not to make eye contact with Bucky but it was hard. You felt his gaze burn deeper with every sign of affection Peter showed, and anytime you happened to give in and catch his eyes you felt your upper lip tremble.

But this was fine. The chapter in your life with Bucky is over. It wasn’t even a chapter really, it was a short story, a few lines of prose and it’s over. This is fine.

This is fine...

It took a while to fall asleep that night. Even though your body was desperate to rest after another an amazing round of sex with Peter your mind could not shut off. You were thinking of Bucky and the emotion that poured through his eyes, the tense line solidified in his lips. Was he upset with you? He couldn’t be. You haven’t done anything wrong. You weren’t the one that fed him lies and played with his heart like a game, tossing it aside for a shinier toy. No. If Bucky is upset that’s all on him, because he let you go and not the other way around.

In the early morning you and Peter walked with Groot until you went separate ways, the two of them heading to the station to begin Peter’s shift and you headed home. You didn’t bother sneaking in like you had before. If Bucky heard you then whatever, you don’t care, but you don’t want to speak to him.

Last night had been very awkward, having not said a word to each other. You’re not sure if anyone who wasn’t aware of the situation realized there was tension, though Natasha had given you a curious look when you said goodbye. If she didn’t know she probably suspected and you’re fairly certain you’ll be under interrogation soon.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was under the same scrutiny. His mom was still tagging you on Facebook posts, a mix of funny animal videos and “mom approved” memes. Does she know what happened? Probably, considering the Fourth of July is coming up and she hasn’t extended a barbecue invitation. Does she know about Claire? So far you hadn’t seen Claire Temple on her friends list.

Yes, you stalked her through Bucky’s Instagram. It’s not a big deal, you just wanted a little more information about who she was.

                                              Claire Temple            Compassionate Helper 👩🏽‍⚕️ Avid Runner 🏃🏽‍♀️ Coffee Addict ☕

Scrolling through her photos you learned she is a nurse and (after having a minor heart attack) you learned she used to work at Metro-General. She doesn’t post much, a few pictures of the sun setting between the skyscrapers or graffiti on the side of the building; typical aesthetic pictures. But sprinkled in between those were pictures of her with people; colleagues from her new job at Sacred Saints, smiling as her arms barely wrapped around a brick of a man; her brightly colored sleeves popping against the umber of his skin. She grinned from ear to ear with him, ex-boyfriend perhaps?

Stop stalking her Y/N, stop it now!

You exit her profile, vowing not to look again though you’re not sure how much you trust yourself to keep that promise. But then again Claire was just one of many people that Bucky was sleeping with, so unless she was insanely clingy you didn’t think she’d be flaunting a picture of a guy she knew she didn’t have a chance with.

Besides none of this mattered anyway. Even if Winnie invited you to a barbecue you wouldn’t have been able to go because the Fourth of July happens to be Steve’s birthday and everyone was getting together to celebrate.

Luckily Peter had off the whole weekend and you were so happy he was coming with you. He looked very handsome in his FDNY shirt with casual shorts that showed off his thick calves while you stuck with a mostly red, white and blue theme, breaking out your red converse again with jean shorts and a blue tank top with stars on it.

In the late afternoon you boarded a crowded train to Brooklyn where Peggy’s friend Carol was happy to host a party to celebrate America and America’s ass. Apparently that was her nickname for Steve, teasing him with it because she knows how red he turns when he hears it.

Steve and Carol became close because of Peggy and though she seemed a little reserved at times you could tell they had broken the ice with each other. You met Carol before, seeing her at Steve’s apartment, and with her girlfriend Val when everyone went out for Peggy’s birthday a few months back. Carol lived in a building right off the water in Brooklyn Heights and had the perfect view for fireworks.

Hand in hand you and Peter walked down a lively street with kids riding their bicycles past you, and rhythmic music flowing from open windows. You were buzzed into the building, climbing up a hefty flight of stairs before reaching Carol’s apartment.

Val opened the door, her face lighting up as she threw her arms around you. There was barely a moment to admire the white stars painted around the eyes of her light brown skin as she introduced herself to Peter, catching him off guard in a welcoming hug before inviting you both in.

“Can I get you guys something to drink?” she asked, gesturing to the assortment that filled the kitchen counter, various bottles of soda and seltzer, beers, bottles of liquor. “Firecracker jello shot?” she offered, holding out a tray of them.

“I think I’ll say hi to everyone first, thanks,” you replied, making your way into the living room.

Steve was staring at the view from the window, setting the beer down from his hand when he heard you call his name.

“Happy Birthday!” you greeted, hugging him tightly. “What’s this?” You smirked, pointing to his jaw as he and Peter were saying hello. “Too lazy to shave on your birthday?”

Steve ran his fingers along the beginnings of a scratchy beard. “I think I’m growing it out.”

“I wonder what Peggy thinks… Peggy!” you turned to shout for her, seeing her on the other side of the room with Carol.

You said hello to them, meeting a few of Carol’s friends along the way. Soon more of your friends showed up and you were having a great time until Bucky and Claire walked through the door. You were the closest one to the entrance, wishing you had Peter by your side to distract you but he had been caught up in a conversation with Carol about her time as an Air Force pilot.

“Uh hey Y/N,” Bucky spoke, your name a foreign word on his tongue, “Happy Fourth.”

It was probably because of the fact that you were on the spot, with all eyes on you as Sam shouted for Bucky, that he leaned in to give you a half hug. Your palms didn’t quite make it up to return the favor. His touch reminded you of the ways he had you crying out his name, but now you shivered because it all felt wrong. Claire actually hugged you though she was a little hesitant, unsure if meeting you once constituted a greeting like this.

You made your way back to the living room, uneasy and in need of a distraction, not finding that in Peter who was still deep in conversation. Clint’s gaze caught you from the opposite side of the room, and he signed asking if you were bored. You shook your head, forcing a smile and signed back, “Not with you here.”

Clint strode over, grabbing a handful of chips first before he stopped beside you. You hadn’t seen him that much so it was nice to catch up a little. He was so happy the school year was over, hoping now he and Natasha might have some time to actually plan their wedding.

“Speaking of couples, it’s weird to see that, right?” He nudged his chin towards Bucky and Claire.

“What’s weird?” You’ve seen Bucky’s fuck buddies before, that girl Dot tried to weasel her way into hanging out with everyone on St. Patrick’s Day but at least Bucky had the common sense to spare you all.

“Bucky. That he actually settled down. Who would’ve thought?”

Clint chomped on chips as your mind spiraled into panic. You tried to control the tremble of your voice as you asked for more details, finding out Bucky actually decided to date Claire. Bucky Barnes. The man that’s fucked more people than the American healthcare system was actually, seriously, honestly in a committed relationship.

Your heart pounded in your chest, overwhelmed by this knowledge that has you on the edge of screaming at the top of your lungs and bursting into tears. Your feet took you straight to Val, not having to do much convincing to get her to do a jello shot (or three) with you. It seemed she had sampled a lot already herself and you wanted to feel just as loose.

She wooed loudly, grabbing some patriotic tinsel that decorated the table and placing a bunch first behind your ear and then hers. She stumbled a little bit but you caught her, both of you laughing as you helped her stand somewhat upright, fixing the metal necklace engraved with some sort of Norse symbol from around her neck.

With a bit of booze in you things didn’t seem so bad, except for walking down the stairs, that wasn’t the best idea, but by the end of the night that’s what everyone did. Carol’s apartment was on a dead end street that led right into the entrance of a pedestrian walkway that stretched out above the highway. It had perfect views of Manhattan, the Brooklyn Bridge and the beautiful booming fireworks display.

Peter stood behind you the whole time, his arms around your waist, face nestled in your neck pressing a kiss that made you squirm in delight. But your mind was cruel, reminding you of Bucky’s lips where Peter’s had been; of the chill on Bucky’s nose as he sought the warmth of your skin; of Bucky’s hands around you, holding you close like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly together.

The fireworks were reflected in the tears of your eyes, that you thankfully brushed away before anyone noticed. That was the last night you hung out with your friends as a group.

You couldn’t do it anymore, seeing Bucky and Claire hurt. Maybe it was the lies, all the bullshit you ate up like a starved child. And then it hit you.

Bucky wanted a relationship, but not with you.

PART 23

[moonstruckbucky]

The Recruit (7/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings for Chapter: Nothin’ but fluff and soft, squishy Bucky. A bit of amgry Steve.

Notes:  So... hi? It’s been a few months since the last update. I needed to step away for a while. Things were getting a little too heated here and it was really affecting how I felt about writing. And I hated that, quite frankly. I hated that I allowed people’s attitudes to get to me so bad it tainted one of the loves in my life. So. To the negative energy around here? Here’s a big middle finger. I’m not done yet. Clean up your act, and remember that all of us providing free content are fucking people. Y’all are getting a new, less bullshit-tolerant version of me. Smarten up. 

Also, enjoy! x

Series Masterlist //  Main Masterlist

When the quinjet touches down, you’re swept into the conference room to debrief the mission’s success. Sam, again, lets you take the lead in running down the mission, detailing the information hidden on the flash drive you’d managed to retrieve that contained the names of higher-ups within the organization. A quick cross-reference reveals their pasts associated with HYDRA, and Director Hill congratulates you on a job well done. 

You can’t help but preen, a warmth in your chest that spreads outward. Your fellow agents grin proudly, offer their congratulations yet again, and Sam smirks like the proud mentor he is in the corner of the room, still adorning his wingsuit. Though Hill grants you a small crooked smile, she’s quick to express that your mission report is due by eight the next morning, fully completed and as detailed as possible, before the room is dismissed.

A few of the agents pull you into conversation out in the hall, complimenting you, asking advice. It’s strange - you’re as green, or greener, than some of these other agents, and yet they’re flocking to you. You thank them for their praises but ultimately brush them off - you’re sure any one of them would have been able to perform the job as well as you had.

It takes some effort to get away, your desire to get to Bucky, to see and talk to him, overwhelming you. Despite being in desperate need of a shower, you decide to forego it and head to the elevator. You scrape your nails through your hair, tousle it, and smooth it down, adjust your uniform. There’s a nick in the left sleeve from a wayward knife blade, and your boot is untied. Sweat caked to your hair and exhaustion in your eyes, but you’re determined.

Bucky’s floor is empty, his door closed. Soft music plays from behind the wood, and you rap your knuckles three times. It takes a moment, but the music stops, and you can hear Bucky’s footsteps scuffing across the carpet as he nears the door.

The surprise is clear on his face when he takes you in, and it’s quickly shrouded by worry as those eyes of his, so bright and blue, rake over your form. He tugs you into his room, your feet getting tangled together, and you nearly get acquainted with his floor.

“Bucky!” you squeak, and then his hands are...everywhere. Running over your arms and legs, pressing for bruises or breaks or fractures, and while your face heats up under his scrutiny, you still manage to get a grip on his hands.

He stills, eyebrows still pinched in worry, a doubtful frown creasing his forehead.

“I’m okay,” you tell him softly, offer a smile that helps to drive the point home. “Mission was a success, no injuries, we’re all fine.”

You feel hot under his eyes as he gazes at you, hard and unwavering, until whatever he sees is enough to convince him. He nods sagely and takes a step back, taking his warmth with him. If he notices the slight shudder of your shoulders, he says nothing.

“I, um, I actually wanted to talk to you...about this morning.”

At that, Bucky withdraws a little. Crosses his arms over his broad chest and paints on a steely facade of indifference. It makes your stomach drop, but you plough on.

“I’m sorry I ran.” Even a highly-trained former assassin can’t hide the fact he’s taken aback by your statement, and it gives you the momentum to continue. “I got into my head and I...I panicked. I thought I was taking advantage—” you ignore his snort— “and that it would look like I was trying to...to sleep my way up the ranks. And so I ran. But I had some time to think and I owe you that apology. If I embarrassed you, or humiliated you, or made you think I was rejecting you… I’m sorry.”

As you’d spoken, Bucky had taken some steps forward, a teasing smirk curling his mouth. His chest inches from yours, he leers down at you, and it takes a strong willpower not to lean into him. He lowers his head until his mouth is just centimeters from yours, his warm breath brushing over your cheeks and his eyes keeping yours locked in their trap.

A cornered animal, but running is the last thing you want when he’s looking at you like this.

“You really think you could take advantage of a super-soldier?” comes his lilting, velvet voice. It washes over you like a blanket, raising gooseflesh beneath your uniform and yet hiking the temperature up a thousand degrees. Something low in your belly curls, squeezes, makes your blood race.

You tilt your face, let your lips brush over his as you speak, “I think I can be very persuasive.”

A slight upward curl of his smirk and then he’s kissing you so deeply you have to tilt your head back. Much like in the gym, everything is Bucky. His mouth is soft but unyielding against yours, so fluid it feels like a dance you’ve done a thousand times. Sighing against his mouth, you sink into him, and he hums in reply.

His body is hard and hot where he pulls you in, his flesh hand scorching your skin even through your catsuit. The gunmetal hand cups your jaw, thumb presses into the bone to coax your mouth open. Your knees buckle at the first glide of his tongue against your bottom lip, and you feel the muscles of his forearm flexing to balance.

Your fingers slide into his hair, kept down and smooth like it’s been freshly washed, curl around the strands and tug just enough to make him tremble and groan low in his chest. His teeth are sharp against your lower lip and you hiss, mewl when he soothes the sting.

When he pulls away, an audible noise between your parting mouths, you’re left breathless. A - mostly - innocent kiss that has you gripping his hair tightly just to remain upright. Chest heaving, you watch him, dark eyelashes like feathers over his cheeks, and then those eyes flutter open.

“I suppose that means I’m forgiven?” It’s breathier than you intend, but who could blame you after a kiss like that?

Cheekily, he smirks and shrugs. “Haven’t decided yet.”

A narrowing of your eyes and you tug again on his hair. His eyelids flutter again and that muscle ticks in his jaw as he clenches it.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he warns with a tilt of his head and a look that sets your blood on fire.It’s too warm in here, and your mind has poor timing in remembering you’ve got news for him. So you make the painful move of stepping back and lowering your hands to his chest.

“I spoke with the Captain,” you murmur, glancing away and letting your mind drift to earlier that morning.

Bucky’s eyebrows rise, and he walks backwards with you until the two of you can drop onto the couch. He pulls your legs across his lap, a move that’s so casual yet intimate it takes you a minute to recover.

“What happened?”

“He was waiting outside my room. And he apologized. For how he’s been treating me, that it wasn’t fair and he’d understand if I couldn’t forgive him.”

You groan a little under your breath as Bucky’s hands work over your legs, fingertips digging deep despite the material of the uniform. You catch the look on his face.

“You look surprised.”

“I am,” he admits. And then: “He clammed up pretty fast when I asked him about why he was being such a stubborn prick to you. I’m glad to hear he smartened up.”

“You talked about me?” The thought of the rigid Captain and Bucky discussing you puts a weird feeling in your belly - one you’re not sure is good or bad.

“We did. After he called you out in the gym. We were on a mission together and I tried to get some information out of him, but he wouldn’t say a word except to tell me to shut it. What did you tell him?”

You sigh through your nose, wince when Bucky digs into a tender spot on your calf. It’s almost jarring out at ease you feel with him. “Told him it’d take some time. I’d be civil, but that he shouldn’t count on us being friendly any time soon.”

He snorts. “Bet that sat just peachy with him.”

“He was actually quite accepting of it. I think he knew he didn’t really have any room to argue.”

Bucky hums thoughtfully, and a silence ensues for a little while. He’s stopped his massage of your legs, though he still keeps contact, both palms warm through the tac suit.

In the midst of the silence, a thought occurs to you, and you mumble, “He said I was a good agent. One of the best he’s seen.”

Bucky’s eyebrows rise again - it isn’t often Steve dishes out compliments of that caliber. He watches your expression carefully; sees that you’re zoning out a little bit, mind someplace else, but not too far.

“He’s not wrong,” he adds gently, pulling you back to the present. You turn your eyes to him, slightly awed and speechless. He nods, as if to reaffirm his opinion. “You are a good agent. You’re smart and quick, and you bust your ass here. You’re strong, and you don’t take shit, even from Steve - especially from Steve. You’re gonna go far, I’m sure of it. So I can tell you that that compliment? He means it.”

You purse your lips and sink into the couch, slightly uncomfortable with Bucky’s praise. You appreciate it, you do, but between his sincerity and the attention showered upon you by your fellow agents, it’s a lot to shoulder in just a day. Not to mention the mental whiplash courtesy of the Captain’s supposed heartfelt apology.

Bucky seems to notice the war within you, the shadow that’s suddenly passed over your face. With a gentle smile, he tugs you into his lap and stands, carries you easily to his bedroom. He sets you down on your feet, the carpet plush and soft. He reaches for the zipper of your suit, catching your confused leer.

“Relax,” he huffs, “not doin’ anything but getting you comfortable. I can see how tired you are.”

Shoulders drooping, you let him undress you until you’re down to the tank top and spandex shorts you put on beneath the suit. He steps silently to his dresser, a feat that amazes you given his sheer size, pulls open a couple of drawers. He drops some dark, soft clothing into your arms.

“I’ll let ya get changed.” He leaves his room, closes the door behind him, to give you some privacy. The thought makes your heart stutter.

You’re swimming in his clothes, a pair of heavy sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt that instantly surrounds you in his scent. It’s comforting, and you close your eyes and smile as you bury your nose in the collar. You feel awkward, though, standing in the middle of his bedroom. You glance at the bed - are you allowed there? He didn’t explicitly say no and yet…

Before you can worry too deeply, Bucky comes back with a mug clutched in his vibranium hand. The smell of green tea wafts into your nose as he gets closer, and the ceramic is warm when he hands it to you. You breathe deeply before the first sip, and you get a small hint of sweetness.

“Honey?” you question.

“Learned a thing or two since coming off ice. C’mon.”

He tugs once on the baggy sleeve of your shirt and climbs onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard with those long legs out in front of him. He helps you balance carefully, maneuvers you so that you’re tucked up into his lap, mug clutched tight between your hands.

He radiates heat, and a fog settles over you, a sleepy, honey-slow descent into exhaustion. You get halfway through the tea before you begin to doze; his metal fingers clink against the mug when he gently takes it from you, sets it on the nightstand, and shimmies down the bed while keeping you curled up against him.

It’s hours later when you wake. No light streams through the windows; you’ve slept through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. The bed beside you is empty but warm from Bucky’s body heat, so he hasn’t been gone long. Still exhausted, you roll over, hug Bucky’s pillow to your face, and drift off again.

In the kitchen, Bucky swirls a glass of bourbon, leans against the counter. A tray with a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches rests on the counter behind him, a quick dinner for the two of you considering everyone else has turned in for the night. Steve sits across from him at the island, needing a break from endless paperwork and mission organization. He’d found Bucky bent over the counter, putting together the sandwiches.

At Steve’s questioning look, he’d said, “Y/N slept through dinner.”

And something sour curdles deep in his belly at the knowledge you’d slept - full context unknown - with Bucky. Found comfort in his best friend despite knowing he has no right. Not after the way he’s treated you.

“She said you apologized.”

Steve glances up at his friend, nods calmly. “Thought it was extremely overdue, and I didn’t really want her to leave because of me. Sam said she did well today, leading the team.”

“Bet that just ruffles your feathers, doesn’t it?”

Steve’s ready to retort, irritated, until he sees the gleam in Bucky’s eye, the smirk fighting to break through. He quickly deflates with a twitch of a smile.

“No, I’m...I’m happy to hear she’s not letting what I said get to her. I’m happy to hear she’s doing well.” It’s not a lie, but it’s said with a kind of hopeless tone that has Bucky tilting his head.

“When are you gonna tell me what all that was really about?” Bucky questions carefully. Sighing, Steve digs his thumbs into his eyes and shrugs. “Because even I gotta admit that isn’t like you at all. You always give people a chance before you have a bad opinion of them.”

“I don’t have a bad opinion of her…”

Bucky clenches his jaw, squeezes the glass in his hand. “You were on her ass from day one, pushing her and humiliating her when she didn’t meet whatever imaginary standard you’d set for her. She’s a rookie, Steve, she’s learning, and she’s learning fast if you ask me.”

He knows Bucky is right, yet his words paired with that acrid feeling in his stomach makes him scoot back from the island and turn to leave the room. Bucky calls his name, frustration and almost disbelief evident in his tone, but he ignores it.

He knows he’s being petty and stubborn and unreasonable, but he can’t help it. He’s normally not the type to run away from a fight, but how could he tell Bucky his true reason for his behavior? How could he tell his best friend that the girl he’s into reminds him of the very one she replaced? That her determination and confidence sent his heart hammering in his chest the very first day he met her?

….That he’s into the very same woman Bucky is?

Steve scrubs a hand over his face with a grunt as he stomps back to his room. That nauseous feeling still bubbling in his belly, he paces. He needs something to do, something that doesn’t require him to think, where he can shut his brain off. An idea crops up, one he knows is bad, but he can’t seem to stop himself from grabbing a jacket and exiting his room again.

[fallingappleshurt]

Blue Fire and Shattered Glass

Okay so this was actually the first thing I wrote for the fd AU but I didn’t want it to be the first thing I posted either,,,

The creator of this is AU is the lovely @antarctic-bay !! ,,,,I’m sorry I’ve tagged you so much,,, I just really love your AU 👉👈,,,,

That being said please keep in mind my writing isn’t canon!

This is based off the part in Minetra’s giant post when she talks about the serious arguments they’ve had, I didn’t say the actual insulting things

TW: swearing, fighting, yelling

Tommy

If Wilbur had to describe Tommy in one word it would be fiery. Tommy had a fiery passion that spread through him like a wildfire with his voice, his interests, the sports that he played, and most of all, his eyes.

His eyes, despite their blue coloring, were always warm and bright with sparks flying as he spoke a mile a minute. Wilbur had always liked that about his brother.

Until they started fighting.

Techno had once told him that he was like blue fire, much hotter than normal fire but dies even faster. At the time Wilbur had told Techno to “Go the hell to sleep so you can start making sense again” but now he understood.

Wilbur had had a horrible day and, apparently, Tommy did too because he came home from practice looking pissed but instead of stewing quietly like a normal person he moved through the apartment in a jolting manner. He tripped, slipped, bumped, and knocked into everything in his path, intentional or not, it infuriated him.

He told Tommy to ‘stop trying to break the apartment and shut up’ and Tommy shot back with ‘Shut up Wilbur, don’t tell me what to do!’ and it escalated from there.

It started off small and grew into something much worse, Wilbur kept trying to push him away but Tommy kept picking at it.

“You don’t help with anything!”

“Yes I do! I have a job!”

“Only so you don’t have to do chores!”

“You’re acting like you do any of them Tommy! Techno does all of them so get out of here with that shit!”

“You are such a dipshit!”

Wilbur’s hands were balled into fists, tight at his sides, he couldn’t deal with Tommy right now. He just wanted him to shut up, then he thought of it.

If he wasn’t so irritated at the time he never would have said it, he would have felt horrible for even thinking it but in the moment he knew it would get Tommy to shut up, he knew it.

It was fire v.s fire. His hot,raging, blue to Tommy’s vibrate screaming scarlet. It all burned.

He snapped while Tommy had stopped to wait for his rebuttal, the words themselves fell slick and vile, slipping off his tongue with surprising ease. He knew he should stop but he just kept getting angrier and angrier.

Tommy suddenly stopped, eyes wide, Wilbur’s words were fiery but seemed to crash over Tommy like a wave, destroying the fire, the fight, in his eyes. He stood there, blinking rapidly at him with wide eyes, then, he looked away, shoulders shaking.

Wilbur’s fire was still raging, hand cramping from squeezing them so tight when Tommy bit his lip and peered up at him through tangled hair. He mumbled something in a cracked tone that Wilbur didn’t catch.

The fire died.

There was no more loud, burning anger, just ash, as he looked at his little brother.

Before Wilbur could apologize or even react Tommy rushed into his and Techno’s room, slamming the door.

Wilbur started to call out to him but stopped, knowing he wouldn’t listen. That had ripped him apart, washed away his flame so that not even embers or ash remained.

Techno

Techno had been getting on his nerves all day, the little sarcastic remarks and the fact that nothing Wilbur said seemed to get a reaction out of him was maddening.

They walked home together, Tommy was at practice so it was just them,they didn’t speak until they got home. When they did, Wilbur went off.

“Just because you’re in higher classes and get better grades than the rest of us doesn’t mean you’re better than everyone else!” He snapped.

Techno narrowed his eyes, “I don’t think I’m better than anyone else.”

“You act like it, with your little snide comments and eye rolls, it’s annoying!”

“You’re reading too much into that,they’re jokes.”

“They’re not funny!”

“You’re only acting like this because they were directed at you and you’ve gotten used to everyone at school tripping over themselves to put you on a pedestal.” Techno’s voice was sharp but his face remained blank.

“That is not true! You’re just an asshole!”

“That’s cool Wilbur,” Techno responded cooly, pulling a book from his backpack. He flipped through pages, ignoring Wilbur’s attempts to drag him back into the argument.

It pissed him off, nothing seemed to faze Techno but everything he said sent shockwaves of anger down Wilbur’s spine.

He continued trying to get a reaction from him, snapping insults and bullshit left and right but Techno didn’t look up from his book, he sat down at the kitchen table, he just nodded along saying, “Cool Wilbur,” or “That’s nice.”

“Would you just look at me? We are having an argument!” Wilbur snapped, banging his hand on the table. Techno didn’t even flinch.

“No, you were yelling while I was trying to read.”

“Would you just fucking talk to me?!”

Techno closed his book and stood up, pushing his chair in, “What do you even want to talk about?”

“How you treat everyone! Get your head out of your ass!”

“I could say the exact same thing to you.”

Wilbur could feel his blood boil, he was going to lose, then he thought of it.

Techno had crossed his arms, rolled his eyes, looking away, seemingly not paying attention, but he was, he always was.

Wilbur knew it was wrong, he knew it would cross the line but he didn’t care, he was just standing there with the same look on his face that he always had, he looked almost bored.

Wilbur spoke quickly, striking like a snake, waiting for the perfect moment to jump. He didn’t shout, didn’t snap, didn’t scream, just said it quickly, waiting to see a reaction.

He got one.

It was like watching glass shatter.

The world was moving in slow motion, Techno’s eyes widened, shoulders tensed, mouth forced into a thin line.

His facade splintered, he jerked to face Wilbur, screaming something incoherent at him, yanking at his own hair, gesturing frantically. He shook his head while trying to snap back, his words faltering.

Then Wilbur noticed Techno was crying.

That made him take a step back, he had seen Techno get upset before, he had yelled at them before, even cried a few times when they were younger, but never ever this.

Techno was still yelling at him but Wilbur couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying it was a jumbled, convoluted mess of emotions, tears running down his face like water down a storm drain.

Guilt wrapping tight tendrils around his chest, Wilbur watched as Techno’s shoulder shook, gaze was downcast, chest heaving. He wanted to reach out and try to bring him back to reality and get him to breath but Techno turned away.

He muttered something about needing to be alone and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

He left Wilbur there to fall through the cracks of his own shattering mind.

[nbrook29]

99 🖤🖤

Hello there! You’re officially my last dialogue prompt 🤩 I’m sorry this took so long, anon, I hope you’re gonna like it at least a little 🤓

I don’t take prompts for this challenge anymore. Just wanted to put that out there 😇 There are so many amazing ones on that list, but as of now I have 3 WIPs and one additional one in the works and I’d like to finish them before wtfock ends 😅

Anywho, here you go!

99. “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

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Robbe is going to kill Moyo. 

In fact, he's going to kill all three of his so-called friends because none of them protested when Moyo, tipsy and on his way to drunk, announced that this party sucked and was in dire need of some spice. 

He wishes he had listened to his past self and stayed home just like he had originally planned. It was supposed to be a quiet night in, editing videos or maybe spent in bed rewatching Romeo and Juliet in peace with no broers around to mock his movie choice while stuffing his face with onion chips and pretending the movie does not make him emotional, no sir. The wetness in his eyes must be sweat, not tears.

Then, after the movie would have ended, his sulking levels high, it would be time for his favorite activity of recent - daydreaming about reality in which he actually had the fucking guts to make a proper move instead of turning red everytime a certain someone was in his close proximity; smiling at him with that perfect sweet lovely smile that turned his already gorgeous features so much more beautiful that Robbe could weep.

And doesn’t that sound like a magnificent evening?

It may sound kinda lame, Robbe is a man enough to admit that, but the prospect of spending the night watching his friends salivating over girls they can’t get being the alternative wouldn't be particularly alluring to anyone, he guesses. Especially since he never partakes in that salivating part himself, instead chugging one beer after another and playing his designated role of a wallflower. 

Story of his life.

The whole thing just plain sucks, because it’s not like his friends aren’t well aware of the fact that Robbe’s interests lie elsewhere and that he’s usually bored out of his mind at those parties. But when there’s at least a semi-attractive girl around them they don’t care about anything else but getting her number and Robbe’s not exactly their priority then. In fact, he could well enough not be there at all and it wouldn’t make much difference. It happens every time they drag him along to those parties and every time he just stands there, rolling his eyes on their embarrassing attempts of flirting. 

Not like he’s the master of flirting himself, but even he’s not capable of stooping as low as they usually do.

This time, he reluctantly agreed to come to this one, against his better judgement, after Jens bugged him about it for their entire biology class, trying to convince him it was going to be more of a small gathering rather than a party. And frankly speaking, he did that just to make him shut up so mrs Jansen stopped glaring at him. Like he was the one running his mouth.

Once Robbe said the magic words “I’ll be there” there was no way of getting out of it. Still, his plan was to come by for an hour or two to get the broers of his back, drink a few beers, talk to Jana maybe, and then quietly leave when everyone would be too drunk and too busy tonguing at each other's tonsils to notice he's gone. 

But to his surprise, the party turned out not to be the typical banger they usually attended. It wasn’t even that bad and he was kinda having fun since he wasn't forced to play the guys' sidekick-gay-friend this time around and instead was dragged by Zoe to the kitchen to drink shots with her, Jana and Luca right after he arrived.

However, parties are not really his scene in general so when it started getting really late he finished his last Buttery Nipple shot composed by Luca (don’t ask) and was just about to make an apologetic face at the girls and say his goodbyes. 

But then Noor and Brit arrived. 

With him.

And Robbe almost swallowed his tongue.

Nobody should have the right to look this good but there he was, laughing with Milan in the hall while taking his signature leather jacket off, running a hand through his smooth like silk hair (Robbe's convinced it's indeed very silky) to ruffle it a little like it ever needed any styling, and in general looking like he had just walked out of Robbe's dream straight into Milan's apartment. 

Sander Driesen.

The reason for Robbe’s cheeks being permanently stained pink as of late.

They met at one of those after school clubs led by Amber several weeks ago that Robbe came to only because he agreed (after pretty much being blackmailed into it) to play Aaron’s wingman in winning Amber’s heart. 

He was gone as soon as those green eyes met his and the boy in front of him, wearing a black Bowie t-shirt and a leather jacket, shook his hand while smiling a little unsurely but still friendly, never breaking their eye contact as he introduced himself in a honey-like voice that penetrated every cell of his body, knees buckling a little, heart stuttering, the whole shebang.

He’s still thanking god he managed to hold back the whimper that was about to get out when he was saying his own name back.

Needless to say, the meeting became much more bearable after that.

Even having to witness Aaron’s cringeworthy attempts of gaining Amber’s attention weren’t that bad anymore. Not when they made Sander chuckle under his breath and catch his eye over Amber’s shoulder, winking at Robbe with a mischief dancing in his eyes as he bit his lip to keep his own laugh at bay. 

And then, Amber came up with some stupid “love excercise” or whatever the fuck she called it and made them all hold hands in a circle. She claimed it released stress and spread positivity or some other bullshit, but Robbe was convinced it was just a ploy she came up with to hold the school’s number one fuckboy Senne’s hand (who, if Robbe had to guess, also wasn’t there out of his own free will). 

Robbe wasn’t a very touchy-feely person, especially with people he had no business of touching in the first place so the whole thing was beyond painful. Thankfully, Jana came to his rescue, snatching his right hand as they exchanged smirks over Amber’s lofty speech about positive energy filling their bodies.

But then someone else gently took his other hand and when he went to inspect who it was, annoyance already starting to creep in, his mouth went dry, eyes going up, up, up the person’s leather-clad arm before stopping on Sander’s face, looking far too entertained.

The boy took an overly deep breath, eyes closed and face feigning seriousness, breathing out loudly.

“Ahh, I can already feel that rush of energy,” Sander leaned in to whisper to him, a teasing tilt to his voice making Robbe giggled at his antics. 

“I guess Amber was right then.”

“No no, I don’t think it’s Amber’s techniques, I just think it’s because of you.”

Robbe just gaped at this shameless flirting, receiving another wink when caught blushing deep pink. Sander seemed unfazed though, totally chill, like saying lame lines and winking at boys was in his everyday repertoire. It definitely wasn’t like that for Robbe, and definitely not from boys as cute as Sander.

He should have probably rolled his eyes at him, called him cocky and full of himself. And yet.

There was something about Sander’s demeanor that screamed it was all a facade, and that underneath there was a huge dork that came out right after that guard was let down. Robbe couldn’t even be annoyed with the smug winking because it was adorned with such a cute smile that it called for a fond eye roll rather than scoffing.

Before he could form at least a half cool response, Amber started shushing all of them with a bossy face, glaring at every person that dared to make a sound. So with a rush of sudden boldness, Robbe just squeezed Sander’s hand and looked at him from under his lashes, biting his lip in an attempt at being coy (and cringing at himself internally) despite his body thrumming with nerves standing this close to Sander, and for some unknown reason it brought the desired effect. 

Sander kept smiling at him surreptitiously throughout the entire meeting, making him laugh with his playful faces at some of Amber’s more ridiculous statements, and it felt like they had an entire conversation even though they didn’t exchange one word during that half an hour.

When they were finally free to go home it was after 21, Robbe realized with a whine. After they all collected their things and were ready to leave, Sander turned around in the doorway, searching for Robbe’s eyes while ignoring the rest of their friends crowding against the door, and when Robbe glanced furtively into his direction his expression turned almost bashful as he said bye, Robin.

And then again with the winking.

Good god this boy.

And how cute it was he couldn’t actually wink? It looked more like a reinforced blinking, but he still looked cute doing it.

Once Robbe came back home that evening, thoughts occupied with bleached hair and the smell of leather jacket, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for Sander’s social media. In just one sitting he gathered a handful of information, finding out Sander was a year older and recently transferred to his school (which would explain how he had missed him in the corridors). He also had a photo with Amber down at the bottom of his profile and from the caption it seemed like they were cousins. 

Robbe’s fingers hovered over the ‘follow’ button, but he didn’t want to seem like a stalker so he just closed the app, throwing his phone on his bed in exasperation feeling sorry for himself and his inexperience in talking to boys.

The universe decided to be graceful for him for once in his life though and put Sander on his path again only 3 days later.

Like every Saturday afternoon Robbe was in the skate park with the broers, taking piss of one another’s skills and trying out new tricks while basking in the October sun that felt more like it was full on spring rather than the beginning of fall. He was in the middle of showing off some of his best tricks to the sounds of his friends hollering when he caught sight of bleached hair in his peripheral, almost falling straight on his ass. But luck was on his side and he avoided making a spectacle out of himself. 

Once he was safely on the ground, skateboard under his foot, he glanced in the direction of white hair one more time to see Sander lowering his vintage camera and whistling, making an impressed face and promptly causing Robbe to downcast his eyes bashfully.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Robin.” 

Robbe sighed. “It’s Robbe.”

“I know, but isn’t that a cute nickname?”

Robbe ducked his head, smiling a little to himself, cursing the heat rising in his cheeks. “Are you always this annoying?”

For a moment, Sander seemed to be taken aback, but then he must have noticed the teasing glint in Robbe’s eyes because he relaxed visibly, confidence back on his face.

Then, easily and offhandedly, he said, “No, just with very certain people.”

If Robbe had any doubts before about Sander taking immense pleasure out of teasing him, he didn’t anymore. He was flashed with another mischievous smile and then Sander nodded at the bowl.

“That was pretty awesome.”

“Thanks.” Robbe scratched at the back of his neck self-conciously, ignoring his friends’ intrigued faces and praying they didn’t say anything stupid. “To be honest, these aren’t even that difficult, anybody could do them...”

“Pff, I tried this skateboarding thing once and let me tell you, I was an absolute disaster so don’t sell yourself short.” Sander nudged at his shoulder with a knowing look, the contact sending a shiver through Robbe’s entire body. 

“So what are you doing here if you suck at it?” He sent him a toothy grin when Sander gaped at his brazen words, faux-scandalized. 

He then lifted his camera swiftly and took a photo of Robbe’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m only around this deadly thing to take artsy pictures of cute boys.”

Looking very proud of himself, Sander laughed at his indignant spluttering, refusing to show Robbe the photo at first, giving in a few seconds later under his killer pout (Sander’s words). 

“So, is this where you spend your afternoons?” he asked casually once they sat down at a nearby bench, Sander scrolling through his camera roll and showing him the photos.

Robbe nodded, watching Aaron from afar attempting the backside ollie and failing miserably. It pulled out a snort from Sander.

“Well, you’re definitely better at it than your friends.”

Elbowing him in the side as a sign of loyalty to his friends, he replied. “Jens is actually better than me.”

Sander sent him a curious look. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“What?! Eww, no! I have way better taste than that.” It’s not like he’d admit he had crushed on his best friend a year ago. So, hopefully, he sounded convincing.

Sander lifted his hands in surrender, laughing at his outburst. “Okay, okay, message received, only the cutest boys for you,” he paused, biting at his lip to hold his smirk. “Makes sense,” he muttered under his breath, but Robbe heard him anyway.

Later that day, he got a instagram notification that informed him that earthlingoddity was following him as of now and damn if that didn’t make Robbe’s heart beat faster.

earthlingoddity sent you a link

S: Considering today’s unfortunate incident, I made you a bowie playlist, need to teach the youngsters like you the real music 😎😏

The first message from Sander made him scoff, but he rolled his eyes at himself anyway when he remembered his conversation with him at the skatepark, asking about the shirt and prompting Sander to quiz him about David Bowie’s songs.

Robbe hid his face in his hands at the mere memory.

Space Cowboy.

How embarrassing. 

Sander tried so hard not to burst out laughing at Robbe’s confusion when his answer was met with a blank stare, bless him.

R: So you're one of those people?

S: What people?

R: Self-righteous hipsters 😜

S: Now now Robin

No need for names 😩

R: It's Robbe

R o b b e

S: Okay Robin ;)

R: 🙄

Unbelievable

S: So 

What's up? 🙃

They kept up at this casual texting for 2 recent weeks, getting to know each other, and Sander confirming that he does, in fact, have a soft side. Robbe also realized he was a much bolder person when no face to face interaction was required when he had more time before responding to Sander. Then there were the occasional “hellos” at school when they crossed paths in the halls, but so far their friendship, if he could even call it that, hadn’t evolved further.

In fact, this party was the first time Robbe had seen him in a week.

Their eyes met for a few short seconds and Robbe waved at him, immediately after wanting to bang his head at the table because who the fuck waves these days? 

Sander didn’t seem to mind this dorky display at all, beaming at him from across the hallway and not paying much attention to Milan who was talking his ear off. A second later, he was out of Robbe’s sight, dragged by Milan and the girls to the living room, leaving him staring longingly after him. 

Before Robbe got his shit together and on shaky legs went there to maybe squeeze out a few words to him, Moyo was already on his way of arranging people into a circle and producing a bottle to spin. 

What a bad fucking timing.

This was so not Robbe’s idea of fun so he started to surreptitiously backing off to the hall to slide out the door but Jana, the traitor, grabbed his arm and sat him next to her, seeming very excited about the game.

It’s not like he was the only one reluctant to play though. Sander’s face looked rather bemused too.

“Come oooon, Sander,” Noor groaned at him, pulling at his sleeve relentlessly to make him plop his butt on her left side. “You promised to leave that sulky slash lovesick face at home and have fun. This is fun!”

“I think we have a different definition of fun, darling,” he retorted, his gaze sweeping through the half-drunk faces, stopping at Robbe’s for a millisecond. It was so quick he thought he imagined the apprehensive look on his face, but then Sander did sit down, letting out a long-suffering sigh and promptly avoided his gaze throughout the game. Which was clearly an intentional effort because they sat exactly opposite each other.

To say Robbe was confused would be an understatement.

And that’s how he finds himself here, sitting in a circle amongst his friends and several strangers who keep hollering and shoving tongues in each other’s throats. He had one close call when the bottle spinned by a redhead girl almost pointed at him, making him hold his breath but then stopping on Moyo sitting on his other side, who was way more eager to fill the deed.

When it’s finally Sander’s turn to spin the bottle, Robbe's heart starts beating double time and he twists his fingers nervously. He realizes with dread that there is no good outcome of this situation; if it lands on any of his friends or any of those few people he only vaguely recognizes, he’s going to have to watch Sander play tonsil tennis with them and his stomach turns unpleasantly with something akin to jealousy at the mere thought. 

But if it lands on him?

Oh god.

The bottle is spinning already, Robbe having missed the moment Sander put it in motion, too busy wrangling with his thoughts about what he should do. The fact Sander has been avoiding his eyes ever since they started this stupid game makes him even more nervous about the whole thing. 

Then the bottle stops, pointing at him so accurately that it leaves no room for question.

And Sander’s face positively falls.

Sitting near him Jens and Moyo are giving him subtle thumbs up and not so subtle shit-eating grins with Aaron next to them clearly confused at their behavior all the while Sander looks like he’s in pain.

Eyes glued to the floor, body rigid, looking like he’d want to be anywhere but here.

People are staring at them, waiting for something to happen and Robbe feels nauseous.

And so humiliated. 

How could he misinterpret Sander’s behavior so much? And it’s not even that, not really. Does the idea of kissing him disgusts him that much he can’t even give him one stupid kiss to avoid putting Robbe on the spot?

From the corner of his eye he can see Noor elbowing Sander in the side and there’s an entire conversation happening between them without one word being uttered. 

Then, several things happen at once. The boys let go of any subtlety and start whooping and hollering like they want to force Sander to make some kind of move, there’s a loud whack coming from the kitchen where one of the couples went to continue their PDA so Jana and Zoe get up to check the damage and then Adi, who has been rummaging through the liquor cabinet for the last ten minutes, yells that he found a ten year old whiskey, making the broers scrambling off the floor to get their hands on it.

The rest of the people are still here with them though. Still staring. And Sander still seems to be rooted to the spot.

And Robbe has had enough. 

Ignoring Noor’s soft Robbe, he gets up and with a heavy heart almost runs to the door, putting his jacket on in a haste, frustration and shame cursing through his body as he runs down the stairs two step at a time, wanting to get outside as fast as he can.

The cold air washes over him once he reaches the entrance and he breaths in shakily, feeling his eyes welling up despite his hardest efforts not to cry.

It just hurts. It really hurts. And if he’s being honest with himself, the fact that there have been witnesses to his humiliation is a small part of the reason why he feels this way. It’s about the fact that it was Sander.

Sander. This boy who let him believe there may actually be someone interested in him. In that way. Sander, who flirted with him, complimented him, smiled at him, listened to him and sent him Bowie playlists.

Sander, who he felt more connected to recently than to any of his friends. 

He wipes at his eyes angrily, scoffing at the fact that this asshole was able to make him cry, when he hears rushed steps on the sidewalk behind him.

“Robbe!”

Walking faster, he tries to ignore the sound until there’s a hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks. He turns around ready to blow out in Sander’s face but the boy is faster.

“I’m so sorry for that,” he pants, voice tinted with desperation, apologies written across his face as his eyes flit all over Robbe’s like he’s trying to read his mind.

But Robbe only lets out a humorless laugh. “No worries, I understand, you were very clear. Point taken,” he sneers, starting to walk again.

“No, you don’t understand,” Sander pleads with him, taking his hand in his own to keep him from leaving. Robbe wants to pull it back, but the distressed look in Sander’s eyes makes him hesitate. “I didn’t want our first kiss to be a part of some stupid game. Not when I spent weeks trying to come up with a perfect scenario for our first kiss in my head.”

Robbe promptly loses his breath at his confession. 

“You wanted to kiss me before?” 

“Ever since I saw you,” Sander confirms in a small voice. His demeanor lacks the confidence Robbe got acquainted with, ripped of any trace of the usual conckiness. Instead, Sander appears almost shy, biting his lip nervously as if waiting for a blow and heart-breaking rejection.

There won’t be a rejection though. Not tonight. 

Without second-guessing himself, Robbe takes that one step that still separates them and seals their lips together, hands drifting to Sander’s rosy cheeks on their own, like there was a magnet pulling them in. Sander is stunned at first, his lips unresponsive, but it only takes about three seconds for his brain to catch up and then.

Then.

Then there’s Chernobyl in Robbe’s head.

Fuck.

The way this boy kisses.

Phew.

Robbe’s brain shuts off as Sander’s mouth moves over his with intention, sliding together in a rhythm that leaves him breathless. It’s almost impossible to keep all the noises that threaten to escape inside, one small whimper getting out without Robbe’s accord, but it’s okay because it gets swallowed by Sander’s unyielding lips right after it leaves Robbe’s, making Sander pull him even closer.

Eventually, they have to stop, getting dizzy from the lack of air. When their mouths do separate though it’s only for a centimeter and they keep panting in that small space between them, soon breaking out in quiet giggles.

“I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you too. Ever since that stupid meeting,” Robbe admits, feeling brave and like he’s floating on air, no confession scary enough right now. Sander looks very pleased with his words, and Robbe can feel the telltales of his regular confident smile coming back to his face under his lips when Sander pecks him softly.

Then, he draws back, regarding Robbe with eyes full of mischief.

“I only joined to meet you.”

That makes Robbe cock his brow in surprise and he searches his face for a lie or at least a joke, but he doesn’t find any. “You saw me before?”

There’s a pause and then Sander’s smile turns softer. “I saw you the first day of school.”

And, wow. He did not expect such a turn of events. 

“You were sitting at a lunch table with your friends, deep in thought, looking so beautiful you took my breath away. It felt like I saw an angel.”

Blood floods Robbe’s cheek and he drops his eyes under Sander’s intense gaze, because he’s not used to such praise, or praise whatsoever. And then there’s Sander, looking at him like he’s something precious, like he hung the moon and stars, touching him so gently and kissing him so passionately and Robbe feels like passing out.

Sander must have sensed he was getting overwhelmed because he chuckles quietly and cradles his cheek in his palm, thumb sweeping under his eye in a soothing motion as he leaves a few small kisses on his other cheek, melting Robbe in a pile of goo right there on the sidewalk, quiet night around them.

Once he pulls himself together, he can’t resist the tugging at the corners of his mouth and a full-blown smile blooms on his face that’s instantly matched by Sander’s own.

“You know, I don’t think I ever played spin the bottle before but I’d give it zero stars on booking.com,” he declares suddenly pulling a laugh out of Robbe. “I was so scared I’m gonna have to watch you kiss somebody else, phew!” He places a hand on his chest comically, turning on the dramatics. “My poor heart wouldn’t take it, Robin!”

And fuck, he’s so cute that Robbe can only laugh at this (his?) dork, fondly rolling eyes at his antics.

“Yeah, I didn’t want anybody to kiss you either. And it’s Robbe,” he adds with a long-suffering sigh, futilely, he’s sure, but it’s still worth it because Sander’s cheek in tongue expression lets him know the boy loves to rile him up and is not going to stop anytime soon.

Still, to wipe off the smug smile for the time being he pulls him back into a kiss by the lapels of his leather jacket and Sander doesn’t exactly protest such. The second kiss is slower, more thorough, but still mind blowing enough for Robbe to feel heat tugging at his stomach.

“Will you go on a date with me? Tomorrow? Or any other time you’re free? Please?” Sander whispers in the small space between them after they finally break apart, foreheads resting against each other and fireworks going on in Robbe’s brain. Despite them standing so close Robbe can see Sander’s face pretty clear, and he can see his hopeful but tentative expression as he waits for him to answer, eyes growing unsure with each second of silence.

Not wanting to keep him in suspense anymore, he gives his parted lips one more lingering kiss, too weak to resist them when they shine so prettily in the street light above them. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

[incorrect-julie-and-the-phantoms]

Fanfic trope! Alex/reggie, alex kiss reggie after he says something kinda dumb but very very sweet? Thks!

Thank you for the prompt! I know this isn’t exactly what you were thinking but this little idea popped up into mind and nagged me until it was written. I hope you enjoy!

Hot Dog Engine, Alex/Reggie

Tags: Fluff, College AU, blink and you miss it angst, some pining

Alex’s problem was all Luke’s fault. 

Not that he had done it intentionally. But ever since Luke and Jullie started dating he had been absent from their hangouts, leaving Alex and Reggie to hang out. Alone. 

At first it had been awkward, both of them not sure how to act with each other outside the usual dynamic of their group, but that soon passed. Overall, it wasn’t that different than when it was the three of them. 

Without Luke there to distract both of them, Alex was paying complete attention to Reggie and noticing things that he would have otherwise missed. Like how Reggie had a habit of eating his skittles in color order, and that he had a habit of bouncing a little when he was really excited about something. How his eyes scrunched and his voice got a little higher pitched when he was being defensive. 

At some point Alex realized that he noticed these because he was staring. Staring at Reggie’s fingers, at his mouth while he ate. Staring over at Reggie whenever they were practicing or looking to him first whenever anybody had good news. Staring as he started another argument with him just so he could see his eyes scrunch that way again.

Didn’t take a genius to figure out what that meant.

He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but one second he was just a guy hanging out with one of his best friends and the next he was a guy who was hopelessly crushing on a sweet, oblivious idiot. Alex tried to ignore the part of him that was completely unsurprised.

It wouldn’t have been a problem, but Reggie was everywhere. At some point, Reggie had decided that bothering Alex was his favorite pastime and since then had started seeking out Alex whenever he was bored, always having something he was excited to talk to somebody about. So Alex had to just sit there with his best friend and pretend that he didn’t want to kiss him all the time. It got really hard  That Reggie flirting with every single girl who looked at him didn’t bother him. That it didn’t especially bother him when Reggie flirted with Flynn right in front of him at a party one Friday night.

That it was definitely not the reason he was sulking in the studio, trying to finish the reading assignment that was due Monday.

“Hey Alex,” a voice called out from the other side of the room. Alex glanced up to see Reggie lounging in the doorway. His signature leather jacket must have been too hot for the weather because he was just wearing a pair of slightly baggy jeans and a slightly too small t-shirt with his usual flannel around his waist. 

Alex looked back down at his book without replying, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at Reggie’s lazy smile. 

“Aleeeeex,” Reggie whined when he realized Alex wasn’t gonna answer him. “Entertain me I’m bored.” 

Alex chose not to acknowledge him again, turning the page instead. He heard Reggie huff in annoyance at being ignored and Alex repressed a grin of amusement. He was sulking for a reason dammit! He was so distracted with not paying attention to Reggie that he didn’t notice the sound of him walking over until it was too late.

“Oof!” Alex let out a quiet noise of surprise at the sudden weight in his lap. He looked down to see Reggie smiling up at him with an impish grin. 

“Hey,” Reggie winked.

“Can I help you?” Alex asked in mock annoyance.

“Yeah, hang out with me. I’m bored.” 

Alex rolled his eyes and looked back down at his book. “Go bother Luke.” 

“Luke’s with Julie for their six months,” Reggie waved his hand dismissively. 

“How disappointing for you,” Alex said dryly.

“I wanna hang out with you more anyways,” Reggie’s impish smile turned bashful at that. How he managed to look bashful while draped across Alex like a cat was beyond him. 

Even though Reggie had said it many times before, a warm feeling blossomed in Alex’s chest and he couldn’t help the small smile he felt stretch across his face. He hid his face in his book as he felt the warmth spread to his cheeks. Reggie shifted so only his head was in Alex’s lap instead of his whole body. They sat in silence for a moment, Alex pretending to read and that he didn’t notice Reggie’s expectant gaze.

Alex finally broke the silence. “Even if I wanted to hang out, I gotta finish this book by tonight so I have time for practice later.” He hoped that would be enough of an excuse to get Reggie to go away. “I have an exam tomorrow, and I’m not about to give Professor Covington a reason to fail me.”

“His obsession with failing you is kinda weird, huh?” Reggie mused. “Maybe he’s trying to fail cause he wants you to stay with him another year.” Reggie nudged Alex to look at him, eyebrows waggling. “Maybe Professor Covington has a crush on you.”

Alex shuddered and the other boy started shaking with laughter at his own joke. “Please no.”

“If you don’t want to do it you could always drop out and start a company with me.”

“Don’t you think that would be impractical?” Alex replied in a teasing tone. 

Reggie scoffed.  “Course not. I got the whole thing planned out”

“Okay,” Alex laughed, lowering his book, “then what does our company do?”

“Uh…” Reggie reached a hand up to scratch his nose pensively.

“Let me get this straight,” Alex said. He restrained himself from adding ‘which I am not.’ “You want me, a broke college student, to drop out of college with you, another broke college student, to start a company which you have no plan for?”

“Hold on,” Reggie said defensively, sitting up so he and Alex were face to face. “I totally have a plan.” 

Alex’s mouth went dry as Reggie put his face so close to his own, his field of vision narrowing to dark green eyes and lips stretched into a crooked grin. All he would have to do to close the gap would be to lean forward just a couple inches—

“Prove it,” Alex teased, mentally chasing the thoughts from his head as he gently pushed Reggie further away. He had gotten good at ignoring those kinds of thoughts the past couple months.

Reggie stood with exaggerated showmanship. “Well, I am so glad that you asked.” He grabbed the flannel from his waist, tied it around his neck like a really crappy cape, and struck a dramatic pose. “Are you ready for this awesome?” He asked with mock seriousness.

Dork, Alex thought to himself. “By all means Reginald. Blow me away.” Reggie opened his mouth and Alex just knew he was going to hear the biggest load of bullshit ever.

“Well, my slightly taller friend, have you ever been walking down the street and realized that if you didn’t get a hotdog in the next ten minutes you would die?’”

“No.” 

“Have you been looking for an easy way to get meals while on a long car trip that doesn't involve stopping at a restaurant?”

“Still no.”

“Have you ever wondered if you were getting the most out of your vehicle?”

“I don’t have a car Reg,” Alex reminded him. Where was he going with this?

“Well,” Reggie drove forward undeterred, “have I got news for you. Now introducing…” Reggie paused his theatrics to look over at Alex expectantly, “little help?” Alex rolled his eyes and began to give a drumroll with his feet. “Now introducing… the hot dog engine!” 

Alex snorted. “The what?”

“The hot dog engine!” Reggie said excitedly. “On the outside, a regular car. But when you pop open the hood, BAM!” Reggie loudly clapped his hands together, “a hot dog cooker right next to your engine, powered by the same battery!”

Alex started laughing at that. “Reggie, that is so dangerous. You could get oil or battery acid on the hot dogs which would kill you.”

Reggie gasped in offense, “where is your sense of adventure?”

“Must have lost it when I lived past the ripe old age of 18,” Alex said back dryly.

Reggie huffed before readapting his dramatic businessman persona. “Well not to worry, I have plenty more where that came from.”

“Oh goodness please no,” Alex said in mock horror.

“Leashes for fish,” Reggie shot out.

“Useless”

“Crocs that smell like pumpkin spice.”

“Who’s purposely gonna smell them?”

“Pet rocks.”

“Already done.”

“Umbrellas for your shoes,”

“What’s with you and feet?”

Reggie choked on a laugh and stared at him for a moment. Alex was definitely amused by this whole conversation, but if Reggie kept staring at him and saying stupid things that made him laugh they were gonna have a problem. He needed to shut Reggie up somehow.

His friend opened his mouth to suggest his next ridiculous idea, “what about an air cannon that blows out candles for you—hmph!”

The tiny ‘hmph’ of surprise was because Alex had figured how to shut him up, by launching himself across the room and pressing their lips together.

Oh god, Alex thought to himself the moment he realized he was kissing him. He pulled away, stepping back to look at Reggie who was staring at him wide-eyed, frozen in shock. Oh crap, oh god. What did I do? He’s gonna freak out he's gonna hate me he’s gonna—

“Well that just gave me a great idea,” Reggie cut through Alex’s train of thoughts.

“R-Reggie I’m so sorry,” Alex quickly stammered out his apology. 

“Alex—” Reggie tried to speak.

“I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that. I know you and Flynn just started having a thing and that you don’t like me that way—”

“ALEX,” Reggie said more forcefully. Alex stopped his rambling and stared up at his friend anxiously. Reggie took a deep breath, “my idea was that you could just bring your boyfriend to lecture to show Professor Covington you aren’t interested in him.”

That didn’t make sense, “who’s my boyfriend?”

“Well me, if you stop freaking out long enough to kiss me again.” Reggie’s face turned bright red as he processed what he said. “I-I mean if you want to. You don’t gotta um…” 

Alex felt the wide smile on his own face as he processed what Reggie was saying. He reached out and interlocked their fingers together. “Can I kiss you again Reggie?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The second kiss was so much better than the first. The soft press of Reggie’s lips against his own made the butterflies he had been trying to digest for months fly around his chest for free. The hand that wasn’t holding Reggie’s moved up to cup the back of his head.

Eventually, Reggie pulled away, his breath was a little quicker than before and his cheeks were flushed. Alex felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest with anxiety and excitement. 

“I should probably tell you that I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Reggie laughed.

“Oh,” Alex felt the tips of his ears burn. “Yeah. Uh, yeah. I mean, me too.” 

The answering smile from the boy in front of him was blinding. “Oh nice, does that mean I can be your boyfriend and make Professor Covington jealous?”

“You do know professor Covington just hates me cause he hates everyone right?”

“Alex,” Reggie huffed in annoyance, “you’re ruining the moment.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Yes, you can be my boyfriend.”

Leaning in for their third kiss was Reggie’s response to that statement, and it was even better than the second.

Then the fourth which was better than the third. Then the fifth that was better than the sixth and so on until they both eventually lost count.

[sparklingchan]

Dancing with a Stranger || Lee Minho (Stray Kids)

Pairing :  Reader (fem.) x Lee Know

Word count: 6k+

Warnings: Cuss words, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a break up, slight violence and blood (its nothing intense, I swear) ,suggestive towards the end, not proof read.

Genre: Angst , fluff, boyfriend AU , break up - make up AU.

Description : Lee Minho is the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for but when you end up doing the only thing he had begged you not to do, things start going downhill.

Author’s Note: I KNOW I SAID I’LL POST THIS ON MY BIRTHDAY but I am an impatient person and I really wanted everyone to read this asap :( This imagine is one of my personal favorites and like Boyfriend!Minho really hits different, won’t you agree? (Reposting because tumblr decided to be a bitch and not show up my fic in the tags? It’s 2 AM and I’m legit crying?? I was so excited about this) Yeh le @chogiwow​ !

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Enjoy!

It is really funny how a crowded, happening place like your college corridor turns into a cold ,eerie location of some prospective gruesome crimes by sun down. But then again , if you really think about it , maybe it’s not much of a ‘prospect’ at all.

Your knuckles start stinging first ,spreading then to your palm and the rest of your arm.

And the horrifying yet unavoidable realization finally dawns on you - you shouldn’t have punched your professor’s daughter.

“Y-you! You bitch! How dare you touch me?” She has this annoyingly loud voice that pierces through the tense air like a bullet. The prettiest girl on campus , the nicest of them all, the most desirable , but anyone who sees her right now, would be convinced she is neither of those things. Excluding you , of course , because you always knew how double faced and rude she was behind the mask of a pure princess.

“You should have kept your mouth shut then, Anya.” You say , hoping that the girl in front of you doesn’t notice the sudden fear in your voice that has replaced your authoritative tone from before.

But you can’t back off now.

Anya stumbles back with her mouth wide open , clutching her jaw as she curses under her breath , “My mother will hear about this ! I will get you expelled !”

“Oh yeah? Try me and the only thing your mother will hear about is what you and our lovely class president John do in the basement when she isn’t home.” You shoot back. You mentally want to slap yourself for that sharp tongue of yours that refuses to stop any time sooner. You had always wished that you’d gotten your father’s gentleness but sadly , you were the fateful heir of your mother’s roughness.

Anya doesn’t reply , instead , she throws herself at you , pushing you harshly against the lockers .And it is not long before her balled fists find a way to your nose , punching so hard that you literally feel the blood dripping down your face. You are so glad that all the students and staff have already gone home , you’d have hated for anyone to witness this.

“You will never lay your filthy hands on me again, y/l/n. ” she wraps her left hand around your throat while the other one pulls your hair with the strength of a bull. You scream in pain. Your body goes limp for a second - not from pain but from fear , but you realise it’s too late now. You should have thought about your fears before punching Anya.

Now all you can do is save yourself and escape.

The numbing pain from your scalp spreads through your head , going down your face and then attacking your throat. It gets harder to breathe.

“I’ll tell you what , Anya , you deserved it. You deserved all of it. ” you croak , “I told you to stop spreading filthy rumours about my cousin but you didn’t stop , I told you to stop bothering me but you didn’t listen. And now you’ve gone as far as spreading bullshit about my boyfriend who you’ve never even met ! I hate to break this to you but all of this is not going to make your trash personality any cooler. ”

Anya yelps with anger , increasing the grip on your throat and hair as you kick your legs helplessly, coughing .

“Shut up, y/l/n .” She growls , “ and as a matter of fact, Your boyfriend is just a mere dancer , how funny. An A-grade college student dating a poor street dancer. What happened , y/n, ran out of good guys for yourself?”

You want to yell at her and tell her that Minho is anything but a mere street dancer . He’s an amazingly talented artist who loves expressing himself through dancing , he’s a hardworking and honest person who is part of the country’s biggest dancing crew , and he’s your safe place , your home , your everything and god save anyone who dare hurt him.

But you bite your tongue this time.

“What now? Afraid ?” Anya raises her eyebrow, her lips curving into an ugly, sadistic smile.

You hate that smile.

You use one of your free hands to grab her hair while the other one slams hard against her jaw.

“Shit.” She mutters , falling back into the hallway.

But you’re not done yet.

You walk toward her with furious eyes and balled fists , and it isn’t long before she lands on the floor on her butt with a bloody nose and a black eye.

“Keep your mouth shut or you’ll end up on a hospital bed next time. In a coma. ” you spit out those words while she holds her tears back, face caked with humiliation.

Then you turn on your heels and walk out of the stupid college campus which would yet again be filled with more bullies by tomorrow morning, just like it has for centuries.

The dorm in which Minho lives almost always smells like freshly baked cookies ( courtesy: Lee Felix) and on rare occasions, it smells like burnt pancakes ( also courtesy: Lee Felix). Today , it smells like the former and you sigh in relief.

“Oh , my god ,y/n. What happened?” Changbin opens the door after you knock thrice , “Minho, dude, Come out , y/n is here!”

You shuffle into their big living room , head hanging low and eyes avoiding all sorts of confrontation , afraid of having to explain your stupid behavior.

“Y/n?” Minho sucks in a deep breath at your sorry sight , his eyes glazed with dread and fear as he walks toward you, ”Oh god, what happened?”

He swiftly takes out a handkerchief from his pockets , pressing it against your bleeding nose. His eyes are glossy with fear.

“I-it’s nothing. I fell down the stairs.” You lie. Can he please shut up and hug you already? You hate his questions so much , especially when you just can’t answer him.

“Y/n , that is not what a fall looks like. I’m not stupid. Whom did you beat up this time?” He asks , crossing his arms across his chest. And you really do almost blurt out the truth because it’s that easy for you to open up to him and because he knows you like no one else does. You’ve dated him long enough for him to know you like the back of his own hand. And that sometimes gets you in so much trouble. Lying to him is a near impossible task.

“Y/n, look at me!” He says , slightly annoyed now. He touches your chin gently, coaxing you to look at him but you’re too afraid to face him right now. Too guilty. So you shrug him off and walk into his shared room with Hyunjin, a homely feeling enveloping you almost instantly.

“Y/n, don’t you dare ignore me.”

Ugh. He can be so nosy at times.

“I came here for comfort , not for an interrogation. ” you pout , plopping down on the bed.

Minho scoffs , closing the door behind him. He wears a loose black t-shirt with a pair of shorts , and he smells like the expensive shampoo you had bought for him a few months ago ,which he initially refused to take but now loves it. He looks so good and smells so good and suddenly all you want to do is cuddle him and talk about his day, with his Winnie The Pooh blanket draped around your bodies.

“You aren’t getting any comfort till you tell me what happened.” He says . He stands with his back against the door , and stares at you as if you were a criminal. Maybe you were one ,but that doesn’t mean he’ll hate you or something ,right?

“Did you hit the professor’s daughter?” He asks when you don’t answer even after two whole minutes. Your stomach does a somersault, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You regret telling him about Anya a few weeks ago and you specifically saying that you’d one day ’ punch her brains out ’. You wish you’d shut up sometimes.

You play with your fingers, staring at your feet. You can’t look him in the eye anymore , not when you did the exact (and only) thing he had asked you not to do. You feel horribly guilty.

“Well in my defense, she was being a bitch ,okay? She was calling you a good for nothing dancer and ugly and underqualified and - ” you sigh , “ My point is, I couldn’t bear listening to all that, okay?” You admit , cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Minho doesn’t answer, very unusual of him by the way, and you snap your head to look at him.

The eyes that had once held concern and fear for your well being now are clouded with disappointment . He’s mad at you.

“She’s not wrong though. I am a good for nothing dancer, I go to a stupid cyber college. Nothing worth fighting over. Why the fuck did you put yourself in danger like that!” And he’s yelling now , his relaxed posture from before now replaced with a tensed one. You notice his clenched fists and teeth ,and you shudder with fear. He is furious. But at what? You don’t really know.

“Are you seriously justifying her actions? Minho, she can’t talk shit about you. I will not let her do that! ” You yell back ,getting up from the bed , “She doesn’t even know you!”

“Which is exactly why her opinions on my lifestyle do not matter ! And you don’t have to just go around acting like my bodyguard all the time!” He says.

Your heart drops, brows furrowed in confusion at his words that feel like a dagger is plunged into your heart.

You walk up to him, trying to take his hand in yours but he extracts it right back. “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t thinking. You know how crazy I get when I’m angry.”

“A ’ sorry ’ doesn’t suffice it. The damage is already done. And if tomorrow, you are thrown out of the university, who’s fault would it be? ” he presses his hand to his face, trying to calm himself down , “I can’t believe I am dating such an immature woman ,y /n. Grow the fuck up, will you?” He says , his anger filled eyes staring right into your soul . Your heart breaks into millions of small pieces , as your breath hitches in your throat. He had never said something so harsh to you in the many years that you’ve dated him and you really wish he hadn’t done it today either because you realise you’re not very good at handling hurtful words, especially from Minho. At all.

“Minho , I know you’re angry - ”

“Leave.” The world stops spinning for a second , your eyes widening with shock, “Go home. Don’t come back again.”

You want to cry but tears seemed to have given up on you too , his words striking you harder than any of Anya’s punches ever did. All your feelings seem to have converted into a much worse state of numbness when those words leave his mouth.

“Y-you are not breaking up with me, right?” Your usually loud voice comes out as a whisper.

“I am. Go, please. I don’t want to see you right now.” He opens the room door for you to exit, his eyes never meeting yours. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, a sign that he’s about to tear up yet you don’t know if he wants too be comforted by you right now, or ever. So picking up the remaining pieces of your damaged heart , you walk out of the room , stopping only to glance over at him one last time , in hopes that he’d change his mind. But no, his angry demeanor is still there , strong and tough and unbreakable.

And when you finally leave , Minho is grateful that Hyunjin wasn’t home - for he would have hated to cry in front of his roommate.

The bright neon sign with ’ Kim’s Restaurant ’ written on it shines in the distance , blurred only by the tears in your eyes and not by the tiny droplets of water slowly falling from the sky.

You feel a soft blanket of comfort draping over you when you walk toward the familiar building.

Your aunt and uncle have worked hard to build a proper business from a small shop that had once just sold fried chicken and cold drinks ; and it makes you so happy to see their new restaurant still packed with people this late in the evening.

“Oh , y/n. I was just about to call you. Did you not go to your dorm yet? ” your aunt asks from the reception desk , chewing her favorite gum and typing aggressively into the computer.

“I stayed back today. Project work.” You lie. Your aunt lifts up her head , her eyebrows knitted together and a suspicious scowl gracing her face , almost mimicking your mother. Your mom and your aunt are twin sisters , born just three minutes apart , and since then it has become your mom’s life mission to remind your aunt of the whooping three minute gap every chance she gets. It’s hilarious, really.

“Don’t make that face at me. You look exactly like mom.” You mutter , leaning against the wooden desk.

“I do look exactly like your mom , y/n. ” she replies with a chuckle, “Anyway, what’s going on? You look tired.”

Honestly, you’d love to talk about Minho and the impulsive breakup and the aching in your heart with your aunt because there’s no better person to seek advice from, but you don’t feel it right to burden her when she’s working plus a part of you doesn’t really trust your aunt to keep all the secrets to herself.

“No, I’m okay. Just mid college crisis.” you say.

Your aunt hums in response, probably not buying it but you’re happy she doesn’t push it anymore, “ Are you hungry? Want something to eat?”

A bag of fries with a bucket full of chicken wings sounds terribly tempting right now but you’ve lost all your appetite for the day the moment Minho closed the door behind you. Now all you feel is drained, tired, sad. Moreover, that is not what you were here for, “Nah, I’m good. Is Yugyeom home though?”

The door to your aunt’s house opens only after you ring the stupid bell at least three times , as you stand on the porch, judging the loud music that blasts from within the walls. “Wow , you look like shit.” Yugyeom always has some snarky comments up his sleeve but you are in no mood to be playing word games with him right now. You barge into the house , pushing past your cousin who you smells like donuts and Axe.

“Shut up.” You say, plopping down on his bed . You really want to cry right now but Yugyeom has never been big on consoling so you try to hold it in .

“What’s wrong? I’m not joking.” He sits beside you, putting down his gaming console on the table by the bed.

You play with your fingers , breathing in and out to calm your nerves. Yugyeom, out of all the people in the world , is the easiest to talk to but today , you find yourself on the edge , trying to be very careful with your choice of words. Maybe you were afraid of angering him as well.

“I..I kind of beat Anya up.” You confess ,swallowing the lump in your throat.

Yugyeom becomes still for a moment , staring at you with his mouth gaping and then his face breaks into the widest grin in the world.

“You really beat that bitch up? Like for real?” He asks , excitedly bro fisting the air like an athlete after winning an important match.

You nod , “And then I went to see Minho. He obviously didn’t react the way you did. He was very angry and then he broke up with me. ”

Yugyeom’s celebrations are short lived as you continue to tell him the details of what had happened earlier, his smile slowly dissolving into a frown.

“Y/n, first of all you really need to learn how to break news to other people. It’s always the bad one first and then the good one. Noob.” Yugyeom bumps his shoulder softly to yours. You would otherwise have argued with him and told him why the happy news should always be first and why the bad news should be last but you feel too exhausted to speak anymore. Your shoulders slump as you put your hands on either side of your head.

“How could he just break up with me like that? He had no logical reason to! He’s so selfish.” You mutter , tears gathering up in your eyes. You try to blink them away before your cousin notices them.

“I don’t think he did it for himself , y/n. You told him that you hit Anya because she was speaking trash about him. Of course he’d distance himself from you so you wouldn’t want to fight his fights for him.” Yugyeom says.

“I wasn’t fighting his fights! She trash talks about you and me and him and everyone else. It was the last straw for me. I didn’t do anything wrong. ” you explain , your heart hammering against your chest.

“I didn’t say what you did was wrong ,y/n. You have a right to be angry with her. But what we’re talking about is Minho. Think about this from his point of view,” Yugyeom replies, his hands on your shoulders , “You beat Anya up , got hurt and possibly put yourself in trouble with her mother all because of him. He feels guilty.” Yugyeom is speaking to you like he’s speaking in one of those debates that he does at college. You love seeing him speak, mostly because he is so manipulative yet subtle , smart yet observant and he can convince you so easily. He could easily pass as the best debater in your college - too bad you’d already taken that place.

“Or it could be because he doesn’t want more trouble in his account. Maybe he’s ashamed of me. ” you whisper, “ And I told you, I didn’t do it just for him. I did it for me and you too and all those people she bullies and makes fun of. Why is he the only one reacting like this? ”

Yugyeom sighs, “Yes , I appreciate your concern for my well being, y/n. But he might not be thinking the same way as I am. I was happy that you beat Anya up , but he was worried about you. He obviously doesn’t want you to get badly hurt.”

You rub the tears that flow down your face with the heel of your hand then place your head on Yugyeom ’s shoulder.

“He might have fallen out of love with me. Maybe he just needed an excuse to call it off.” You mutter.

“You know Minho’s better than that, y/n.”

He’s right . Minho really is better than that.

Break ups suck. In the truest sense. But what you now realize is that break ups don’t hurt that much immediately, but slowly , as the days go by and the memories start flashing in front of your eyes every waking moment , you feel like nothing more than a sack of meat and bones, drained of all emotions.

“For this unit of organic chemistry, I need all of you to memorise the reaction mechanisms over the weekend.” Your professor’s voice feels distant to you , as if there were a wall in between the two of you , even though he stands just a few steps away.

Your classmates start murmuring among themselves, fixing study dates that almost always are unsuccessful and gathering notes they hadn’t bothered to complete until now. But you remain seated in your chair , staring out the window, not bothering to talk to anyone.

It is a bright sunny afternoon and you see all the happy faces out on the field - couples, friends , classmates. You feel jealous. You clearly remember planning a weekend trip with Minho a few days ago and If you hadn’t decided to mess things up so bad, he’d have already been at your college gate by now , waiting in his father’s old car. You clearly remember how excited he was about the trip.

The dismissal bell rings not long after and as you walk out of the college gate, surrounded by thousands of students, you feel lonelier as ever. And your mind imagines his car below the tall banyan tree , his lean frame leaning against the door with a silly grin. You could almost see him there. Even though its just in your mind.

You miss him so much that it gets hard for you to even breathe properly.

“Okay , how long are we going to stay here? I have better things to do than stalk your girlfriend, Lee.” Changbin’s whiny voice breaks the silence in Minho’s car, much to his annoyance.

“Just a few more minutes. Till she reaches the dorm.” Minho replies , his hand limp on the steering wheel and his lips pressed in a tense line.

His eyes are focused on you , your slump shoulders and your unusually slow walk and the dark circles under your eyes. It is obvious that Minho wasn’t the only one having sleepless nights .

“Dude , why don’t you just talk to her? I’m sure she would listen.” Hyunjin says from the backseat , munching on peanuts, “ Plus I think she saw us.”

Minho watches as you turn around a corner and walk toward your dorm building , away from him. He almost wishes you’d seen him.

“It’s not that easy.” Minho mutters, turning the engine on.

At least he knows you’re okay, and safe. That’s enough reassurance for him to try and move on but he somehow always ends up driving to your college gates during dismissal,  the brief view of your face still making the worst of his days better.

“It’s not that easy.” He repeats to reassure himself .

“Guess what.” Yugyeom chimes in early one morning, leaning against the locker door beside yours.

“What?” You ask , not sparing him a glance. Your hands busy themselves in flipping over the pages of your notebook ; last minute revisions before tests are more important than the actual studying.

“I saw Anya this morning. She was running late , I think, and she bumped into a junior near the gate. I was sure all hell was about to break loose but she just apologized and left!” Yugyeom says , laughing.

You turn to look at him, a look of surprise plastered on your face. Anya actually did that? Instead of being her usual, defensive, violent self she actually chose to apologize? It’s hard to digest but you’re sure Yugyeom wouldn’t be making all that up. He’s not that creative.

“The sun must have risen from West today.” You reply with a chuckle.

The morning bell rings throughout the corridor, indicating the commencement of your classes. Throwing in your notebook ,you close your locker and heave a sigh. Its just a small quiz but you find yourself stressing over every single thing these days.

“Oh and by the way , it’s Jackson Wang’s birthday party tomorrow.” Yugyeom adds as the two of you start making your way towards the chemistry lab , coats hanging by your arms.

“And we’re going?” You question ,cocking your eyebrow.

Yugyeom is not really into parties , especially the over-the-top , spectacular , rich-kid parties that Jackson Wang often finds himself throwing, yet Yugyeom always goes because a) Jackson is his best friend and b) Who doesn’t like to feel like a rich man even if it’s just for one night?

“Yes. Both of us.” He says. You shrug your shoulders. You have always liked going to Jackson ’s parties and fawning over his huge mansion and the various cuisines placed in front of you that you can’t even name properly and watching other rich kids like himself play golf in the living room. It was pretty entertaining . Even with your post break up gloominess, you wouldn’t want to miss all of that.

“Okay.”

“And one more thing,” he starts ,“I saw Lee Minho outside our college gate yesterday. You might want to do something about that.”

No, unlike what was expected of you, you didn’t really do anything about it but Yugyeom’s words stick to you like a piece of gum throughout the whole day ,consuming every thought and pulling out all those thoughts that you’d stacked up and thrown away into the top most drawers of your mind. You were convinced that the day he broke up with you , he was done. He didn’t want to look back or reconsider. He wasn’t coming back to you. And you’ve been trying to move on as best as you could ,keeping your mind occupied and busy all the time. Yet you had to accept that in the wee hours of the night , staring at the ceiling ,you would often find yourself reminiscing him and whatever you two had. The gentle touches , the late night walks, shy smiles and endless talks ; you missed them.

But his presence outside the college changes the whole game, doesn’t it?

Later that day, you kind of regret agreeing to go to Jackson’s party because you soon realised that both Minho and Jackson went to the same dancing school at one point of time , and Minho probably (like a 99.9% probability because Jackson Wang never leaves anyone uninvited) was invited too.

You dread every second in Yugyeom’s stupid car that brings you one more step closer to seeing Lee Minho again. And although you would never dare say it out loud , a part of you was a little excited too.

“Dude , y/n , I have never felt so underdressed in my entire life.” Yugyeom breathes in as the car stops in front of the huge metal gates of Jackson’s mansion.

“Me neither.” You agree, your eyes glued to the people walking in and out of the doors, wearing tuxedos and dresses and sparkly jewelry. You feel horribly out of place all of a sudden, like a fish flying in the sky and a bird swimming deep under the water- you feel like you don’t belong here.

You look down at your black converse , tightly laced and washed for this very party and your loose ,dark green tshirt and ripped jeans .

“Why didn’t you tell me this was a fucking masquerade ball or soemthing?"you hiss at your cousin.

"Shut up, y/n , you’re not the only one feeling odd. ” Yugyeom shoots back

But all of that discomfort is gone the moment you see Jackson Wang sitting on the huge sofa in the living room , wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top , drunk and wasted and blabbering.

“Let’s go before he sees us.” Yugyeom says , pushing you through the crowds of people clad in silks and pure cotton , “Drunk Jackson is difficult to handle.”

“Oh , I beg to differ , All Jacksons are difficult to handle.”

The garden behind the mansion is filled with even more people than your brain was accustomed to seeing while the DJ stands at the top of a platform , headphones on and screaming into the mic every once in a while to hype up the crowd in front of him , but you realise it’s hardly needed. People are already way too hyped up in here.

“Y/n?” You hear a voice say and you immediately turn around to face Hwang Hyunjin standing under the wonderful night sky, looking as gorgeous as ever. But then again ,when does he not look pretty?

“Hey, Hyunjin. How have you been?” You ask with a smile. Your awkward hand movements do not go unnoticed by him but he thankfully doesn’t comment on it.

“I’ve been good. How have you been ?” He replies , inching closer to you. From the corner of your eye, you see Yugyeom slowing disappearing into the crowds, leaving you all alone to deal with your ex boyfriend’s best friend. You make a mental note to never lend your Netflix account to him again.

“I’m okay, too.” You say.

Hyunjin nods, his eyes staring at you curiously, “Tell me , y/n , how have you really been? I know what happened between you and Minho.”

You gulp , heat creeping up to your cheeks.

“I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about it.” You say, biting the inside of your cheeks nervously.

“If you say so.” he grins , putting an arm around you , “But I’ll be real honest with you , Minho - ”

The words are cut off when the DJ suddenly blasts a new song through the speakers , simultaneously yelling into the mic. The sweaty, wasted , hopeless crowd around you yell a few ’ Let’s GO! ’s and ’ Fuck It Up ’s in response.

“What were you saying?” You yell over the music , pinching Hyunjin’s t-shirt to get his attention. He glances at back you then points toward his left , “That.”

You turn your head in that direction , your heart skipping a beat the moment your eyes meet Minho’s nervous ones. You see him walk towards you in long strides ,his handsome features painted with anxiousness and worry and a foreign sense of guilt. You were angry at him ,yes ,but as he makes his way to you , his silky hair bouncing softly ,his pink lips slightly parted, his starry eyes locked on you ,he looks…Brilliant? Breathtaking? Gorgeous? Stunning? All of these?

He wears a blue tshirt with black pants and has a jacket tied around his waist. He looks beautiful- even though you are mad at him. He looks way too beautiful to not acknowledge it.

And just a few seconds before he reaches you , you break away from Hyunjin’s hold and run away into the crowd.

“Y/n, wait!” You hear the both of them yell at the same time. But only one of them follows behind you and you don’t even have to look back to know who it is.

Fear and anger creep into your body , slow but painful like poison. You remember the last few days and how horrible it had been for you , all because of Minho and his lack of understanding in a moment when it was needed the most. Over the past few weeks, your ex boyfriend had made no attempts to contact you whatsoever and if he thinks he could just pop out of nowhere and start talking to you again, then he’s gravely mistaken. You might still love him and want nothing more than to hold him close , but that doesn’t mean you aren’t angry anymore . You are not ready to face him. At all.

Your feet burn as you run further away from Minho, jogging up the stairs inside the mansion with your hand tightly gripping the cold metal railing.

“Y/n, please, just listen to me once.” He yells, still not giving up.

You scoff , “Why should I? You didn’t listen to me that day either!”

You find a door at the end of the staircase, your hands pushing it to reach the empty terrace that you’d heard Jackson bragging about during your English classes when everyone was too bored to listen to the professor. The terrace really was beautiful, with all kinds of flowers blooming and a fountain with lights , you would have almost been breath taken if not for the man closing up behind you.

“Y/n, damnit, ” Minho huffs, reaching his hand out toward you, panting, “Stop, okay? Just listen to me , please.”

Not like you have an option anyway. You sigh in defeat , walking toward the fountain, the carpet grass rustling under your feet. “What?” You demand, your voice bitter with anger.

Minho stands in front of you , his brown unkempt hair and firey eyes reminding you of the night you guys had kissed for the first time. He stands at an arm’s distance, giving you enough space to think things through. He would never want to force you to do something you wouldn’t want to. And even if everything turned out to be not in his favor tonight, he’d gladly accept it because he deserved it after treating you so badly.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers after a few seconds.

You roll your eyes, “For what? What did you do? As far as I know, THE Lee Minho never makes mistakes!”

He hangs his head low with shame ; he didn’t mean a single word he’d said that night. He was worried, yes, he was very worried about your bashful attitude but he was also very grateful to you for always having his back. It physically hurt him to see you bleeding and completely worn out that day.

“Well, I did make a mistake this time. I said some words that I didn’t mean at all and I’m afraid the girl I intended those words at hates me.” He says , pressing his lips in a line.

“Damn right , she does.” You can’t even look into his eyes anymore because you’re too afraid of laying your true feelings bare in front of him.

“I’m really, really sorry, baby. I know I’m an asshole and I hurt you. I have no excuses to offer but I just want you to know that a single second more away from you will drive me crazy. ”

You process his sentences slowly - letter by letter, inking those words permanently into your memories. “Why?” You ask. What a silly question ,y/n, do you really want to torment this man so much ?

Minho gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement, “Because you’re quite literally my everything.”

Minho only dares to grin a little when you no longer throw virtual daggers from your eyes at him. “I hate you , you know?” You say.

“I know ,y/n. I don’t even blame you. I shouldn’t have said all that. I was just so, so mad. But that really wasn’t an excuse to be so rude to you or break up. I should have talked it out instead . I deserve the hate.” He admits.

The frown on your lips dissipates slowly ,making way for a sad, small smile.

“It was so hard, Minho. You don’t even know. I had never felt so lonely in my entire life.” You say.

“Believe me, y/n, I know.” He whispers as your hands find their way to his cheeks, rubbing them ever so gently.

You scan his face, absorbing in the fact that he was actually in front of you and this wasn’t one of your unrealistic imaginations.

Minho takes not more than a half step towards you and you automatically wrap your arms around his neck , like the millions of times you’d already done before. Everything about him is so familiar yet so new. Like layers and layers to discover and only one goddamn lifetime.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck , mumbling soft apologies against your skin, his arms tightening around your waist with every passing second.

“I missed you so much.” You admit, playing with his beautiful brown locks, taking in the smell of his (your) favorite body wash.

“I missed you too.” He replies , “So goddamn much. I almost wanted to cuddle Hwang Hyunjin at night.”

You laugh ,as he admires the way your noes scrunches up when you giggle and the way your eyes bend into crescent moons. In that moment, Minho realises how much he loves seeing you laugh ,especially when he’s the reason behind it. It fills him up with so much pride.

You hear the DJ change the song into a slow , romantic one as his voice booms through the speakers once again , “Ladies and gentlemen, grab the person next to you, with consent of course, and hold them close for this one because tonight is all about dancing with strangers!”

The crowd goes feral.

Minho raises an eyebrow at the DJ’s words , a sly smile playing on his lips , “Shall we?”

He pulls away from the embrace, gently bowing toward you and offering you his hand like some gentleman right out of a fairytale.

“He said dancing with a stranger, not girlfriend.” You deadpan but you take his hand anyway.

He chuckles, leaning closer to rest his forehead on yours, “Technically, we’re still broken up. That makes us strangers.”

You have to give in - not because of his weird reasoning but because of how terribly cute he looks when he smiles like that at you. He holds you close, swaying slowly to the music and grinning like there’s no tomorrow.

“What’s so funny, Lee Minho?” You ask , raising your eyebrow.

He shakes his head, still grinning, “I just realised how rare it is to find a woman who would quite literally declare war for you.”

“Now, you’re exaggerating a little bit with the war thing but yes, that’s the essence of it.” You reply with a proud smile.

He laughs, as you put your hand on his cheek once again and press your lips softly to his. You’d missed this so much - not just kissing him but also this feeling of intimacy you share with him everytime you’re in a closed space, sharing the same air. You missed his teasing, his stupidly sweet laughter, the warmth of his embrace. You missed Lee Minho - your safe place, your best friend, your world.

And even after everything, you both know for sure that you would fight the world for Minho if need be, and he’d do the exact same thing for you. Every single time.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Until

Summary: You knew what this was and what this wasn’t, with Kim Taehyung, but your heart is breaking all the same.

A/n: A commission to extend this drabble from the 9k game from @queenoftheuniverseandmyroom​, I hope you like it!

Warnings: Some mentions of smut (mostly oral f. receiving bc this is Tae hello), big angst, Taehyung is not in a good place in this fic but he’s so sweet anyway you can’t help but love him, big mood reader, heartache, breakups, nonidol AU i guess

Word Count: 2055

You smile before you ever open your eyes, feeling Taehyung's fingers trail down your stomach.

"I love the way you look bathed in moonlight," he murmurs right against your ear.

"Did you even sleep?" You ask, a yawn making your jaw pop.

"I just got you back. Not gonna waste my time sleeping."

You feel his mouth on the base of your throat and it makes you shiver.

"I have a flight in a few hours," you say almost mournfully.

"Don't talk about it, not yet," he whispers, and your heart aches. "Don't even open your eyes, just let me love you for a while longer."

It's a struggle, keeping your eyes closed when you feel his hair brushing your lower abdomen, his hands spreading your thighs, but you manage. You'd walk through fire if he asked you to, surely he knows that.

It makes you wonder why he's never asked you to stay.

After he's spent the better part of an hour with his face buried in your cunt, kissing the insides of your thighs when you start to tremble and beg for a break before he goes back to your swollen clit, bringing you to orgasm three, four, five times, he sighs against you, shifts on the bed.

"Can I open my eyes now?" You ask, your voice hoarse from moaning.

"Uh uh," he grunts. "Not yet."

A smile spreads across your face. "Tae Tae. Why not?"

"It's still morning if you don't open your eyes," he says, as if that should be obvious, and you laugh softly, reaching out to try and touch him.

He takes your hands in his, kisses along your knuckles, on one hand and then the other, and for what seems like the hundredth time in the months you've been doing this, the question bubbles up in your throat.

"Taehyung." You still don't open your eyes. "What is this?"

"It's morning," he mumbles against your throat, rutting against you. You can feel him hard beneath his pajama bottoms but he doesn't slide them off and slide into you like you expect.

You sigh, lock your ankles around his waist, don't ask again.

You don't get much time together, you split your time between Daegu and Los Angeles due to your job as a journalist, an assignment you'd been working on that ended over to months ago. You kept flying in though, never told Taehyung the assignment was over, didn't want to let him go.

Your savings are drying up from the flights and your breath catches in your throat, you'd meant to tell him that this was the last time, but you keep your eyes squeezed shut, can't say anything.

His fingers dance across your jawline, tracing the shell of your ears and usually it'd make you laugh but not today. Today it makes tears threaten at the backs of your closed lids.

"Hey," he whispers, softly. "Open your eyes now, jagiya."

You refuse, don't want him to see your eyes filled with tears, and when he brushes his nose against yours a sob catches in your chest.

"Oh no," he sounds distressed, rubbing his thumbs over the tears streaming down your face. "No, no, Y/n, what's the matter?"

"I can't come back," you whisper.

You keep your eyes shut, feel him stiffen. "Your assignment is over?"

He doesn't move away from you, leans down instead to kiss the moisture from your face and when you finally open your eyes he's propped up on his elbow, watching your face, body still flush against yours.

You don't know what it is I'm you that makes you honest, makes words tumble from your lips.

"It's been over for a while. I just….I wanted...I couldn't stop seeing you.'

Taehyung goes silent, his eyes searching your face, and they seem to take up half his face, wide and dark and wet.

"Fuck," he says finally, and it's shaky and strained.

You open your mouth to speak but he just keeps.looking at you, tracing your features with his fingers and it sticks in your throat.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles, low and liquid. "You're so sweet and beautiful, Y/n, and if I could just…"

He trails off, wipes at his face with the back of his hand.

When he rolls off you, losing his body heat makes you shiver but you ignore it, roll to the side. 

"If you could just what?"

Taehyung shakes his head and you're breathing hard and you don't know if you're angry or sad or both.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out, wiping at his face again. "I can't."

"I didn't ask you for anything, Taehyung, I just-" You huff out a breath and slide to the edge of the bed to get up.

"Wait. Don't go until you have to," Taehyung says, spanning his large hand across your lower back.

You twist your head to face him. "Why not?"

"Because I would, if I could," he says, looking away, voice almost a whisper.

"Would what?" You ask, exasperated.

He looks back up into your eyes, his dark and wet, his hand warm on your back.

"Love you." It's so quiet you barely catch it but it's a spear through your heart all the same.

“Is it a choice?” You ask, shifting to lie back on the bed, facing him. His hand instantly moves to your hip, trailing his fingers along your skin, leaving behind gooseflesh.

“If it was, I’d choose you,” he promises, and it’s all bullshit, it’s all words you’d heard before from other guys who didn’t want to commit but his eyes are so wide and earnest.

“So somebody hurt you and now you’ve sworn off all women?” You ask, your voice teasing, but he just nods solemnly.

“Not forever. Just...until.” He finishes abruptly, as if you should understand.

“So why did you approach me that night?” 

You’d been sitting at a hotel bar, sipping a martini and people watching, planning to stay up writing notes for your interview the next day, when he’d slipped beside you.

He’d been silent, ordering you another drink without saying a word to you.

“Hello?” You’d said, confused, a bit wary. 

Then he’d turned to you and given you this big, open smile. “I’m Taehyung,” he’d said simply, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Maybe he’s right, maybe it isn’t a choice because it damn sure feels like you didn’t have much of one, feels like your heart focused on him in that moment and didn’t let go.

Within hours you were laughing into his mouth in the elevator, giggles turning into moans when he pressed against you, pinning you against the railing.

Within weeks you were smiling down at your phone when he’d send you silly emojis in the middle of the day, and inside of a month you were sleeping at his place three nights a week.

The way he is now, tracing your skin with his fingers, murmuring into your ear, it reminds you of the first night you’d left, when you’d had a flight early the next morning.

It’s all washing over you now, how obvious you’d been, how obvious he’d been, how pathetic and desperate you felt now, your heart racing. You should’ve known what this was and what it wasn’t but your heart is breaking all the same.

“I shouldn’t have,” Taehyung admits, in that same shaking, low tone he’s had all night. “I shouldn’t have, you looked so bright and pretty and I thought….I thought maybe you could make me brighter, too.”

“Did I?” It feels like something is stuck in your throat, something vile and bitter. You want to hate him, want to spew out cruelty but you can’t, the way he’s touching you so softly, how big and wet his eyes are.

“You did,” he almost whispers, shifting closer to you. He takes your leg just behind the knee and wraps it around his hip, presses his forehead to yours. “You do.”

He’s trembling just slightly when you put your arms around him, your forearms resting on his broad back, fingers threading through his hair.

You hate the words as soon as they come out of your mouth, wish you could pull them back in. “I still could.”

He lets out a long breath through his nostrils, his hand trailing now from your hip to your knee, back and forth in the softest caress.

“Shouldn’t be your job, to make me better.” 

“Taehyung,” you plead, and you don’t say please but it’s a near thing, tears streaming down your face and they just won’t stop no matter how you fight them.

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” he says, fiercely, as if he wants you to believe it, as if he’s trying to believe it himself. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You move your hands from him to wipe your eyes and he makes this distressed hum in the back of his throat.

“You didn’t,” you lie, trying to smile. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he insists, and you’re crying but you can’t stand the tears slipping down his face, somehow they cut you deeper than indifference ever could. “It’s not okay, and I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You climb on top of him, take his face in your hands. “I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry that I met you, Kim Taehyung.”

His arms go around you slowly but then he crushes you to him, a sob catching in his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he keeps babbling and you kiss along his jawline, the side of his face, anywhere you can reach.

It’s too much, this feeling, how your heart swells and contracts with every word he says, every touch on your skin. You want to take his pain by osmosis, want to be a salve for every crack in his heart, but you know it isn’t something anyone can do, know he wouldn’t want you to have to.

When he’s sniffling instead of openly sobbing and you’re stroking his hair back from his face, kissing along the bridge of his nose, he finally speaks again.

“When it is...when it’s....”

“Until?” You ask, smiling, heart fluttering even if it’s bittersweet.

He nods, eyes so big and dark you feel like you could drown in them. “Yeah, until. When it is, if it is, can I call you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course you can, Tae.” You thumb tears from his cheekbones, lean down to kiss him, softly, and your phone starts dinging for your alarm to head to the airport.

Taehyung pulls you close, squeezes you tight once, twice. “Okay,” he says shakily. 

“Okay,” you agree, sniffling a bit as you get dressed, and the way he watches you with wide eyes makes you want to give it all up, makes you want to stay until he tells you he’s ready, but instead you pause at the door with your bag around your shoulder.

When you look back at him, he’s still lying there, still watching you with big tears tracking down his face. It’s like something tearing inside you, when you go, when you close the door behind you, but you keep telling yourself it’s for the best, that it’s what you both need.

You don’t forget. It isn’t as simple as that, but in time you feel better, don’t keep waiting for the phone to ding with a text from him, and you manage not to call him or text him when you’ve had too much wine at dinner.

Days go by, and then weeks, and then months, and after a while it’s this bittersweet memory, something that tugs just gently at your heartstrings when you think about him.

You’re not even thinking about him when your phone rings, an unknown number so you answer it without thinking.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sunshine,” he says easily, and the way his voice spears something through your heart, like a fish on a hook, makes you freeze. “I’m in Los Angeles. I was wondering if I could see you?”

“Taehyung,” you breathe, and you’re not even sure what you’re going to say until you say it. “Is it-”

“Until?” He laughs, loud and open, and you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him laugh like that. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.”

[vinylhazza]

Can you write a concept about y/n finding Ethan’s Nintendo switch and playing at the whole day ignoring Ethan at first he’s happy she’s having fun but then he starts getting annoyed since she isn’t paying him any attention so he decides to pull her panties down while she’s laying on her stomach and then he inserts a furry tail anal plug in her which they’ve never really used before and yeah....I’ll leave the rest to your imagination queen😳😌

i’m not saying anything i promise (😖)

it’s not like she wanted to ignore him, but he gave her the opportunity to play his game when he left it sitting out in the wide open and she always begs to play only to get a “later” thrown at her carelessly with a kiss on the cheek. well the ‘later’ never came and she would ask again at another time, only to get the same answer. so when he holds out the controller in defeat after snatching it from her hands - she is lunging at him on the bed, laying flat on her tummy with the brightest smile plastered across her face. how could he say no to that face? when she looks so darn cute and happy? it was the least he could do after telling her ‘later’ so many times. 

at first, it’s actually quite fun to watch her little squeals of enjoyment and have her all giddy with excitement because finally he let her play after having to beg him and beg him day in and day out. she was just talking among herself to the game, little side comments that make him laugh at first...but then he gets lonely. and she hasn’t said a word to him in hours. she’s still sitting there, in the exact same position, tapping away at the controller while he sat next to her with a childish pout. 

“baby,” he whines, nudging at her leg with his hand. nothing. he gives her a silly tap, still nothing, “babe.”

she lets out a little “humph” at his tap but nothing more, still zoned in on her game.

“hm...i’m gonna get some food you want anything?” he smirks at the mention of food, knowing that she can’t ever resist because she is always so damn hungry he almost can’t keep up and he’s twice her size. the girl can eat, he’ll give her that. but again, she doesn’t move. not an inch. not even talk answer him quickly.

“no thanks,” she mumbles, then it’s right back to her game. and it’s - it’s making him angry now. not slightly annoyed, but angry. because how is she going to find his game, give him puppy dog eyes, and then ignore him the whole day? he was even offering food for christ sake. but she wasn’t having it.

“no thanks?” he scoffed, flopping his hand down on her ass in disbelief, it gives a soft smack - the soft cotton material of her tiny grey shorts nice unde his hand, “when have you ever said no to food in your twenty years of existence?”

never. the answer is never. but did she care? not in the slightest. she was having way too much fun 1. getting him to that edge of maddening irritation that she experiences often and 2. playing a game she’s constantly kept away from because he’s too selfish to even let her play one fucking time.

she gives a shrug, the tiniest of smirks on her lips that were now pinkish red from biting at the skin in concentration. he was just making it so easy to get under his skin.

even if she did hear him through the noise and commotion going on in her head while she played his game, smiling wide, it didn’t make her feel bad. not even a bit. she deserves to have a bit of fun, especially after having to deal with this exact bullshit every day with ethan and he hadn’t once apologized for ignoring her. he just kept on tapping away, leaving her to fend for herself and find her own enjoyment even when he was the one that invited her over. so she presumes she’s covered on that bit.

but she wasn’t expected what came next. and she definitely wasn’t expecting the result or rather punishment due to his pouting and nagging. he couldn’t have something too extreme up his sleeve right?

okay, if she’s gonna have her fun, i guess i’ll have mine, he thought to himself, flinging himself off of the bed with a scowl and a huff. she continues playing while he saunters over to the bottom drawer of the dresser, trying to be as quiet as he could as to not disturb her little play time. sarcasm intended. with an evil grin he tugs the drawer open and pulls out a little something something that he just knows will get her attention. he’s pretty sure they have only used the little toy one time before, but it was one of the craziest nights of their life.

a buttplug with a brown fuzzy tail. something he never imagined using while she was unsuspecting, relaxed, and not in the mood. yet, that is. she wasn’t concerned about ethan, let alone where he’s wandered off too until she felt a tug at her pants. one, twice, and then harder the third time. she finally feels the elastic waistband of her shorts slip just a bit down the skin of her hips, then further, and further down the expanse of her legs and off of her feet. she would’ve told anyone that asked she was only have paying attention at this point, even though that would be a lie.

her eyes had settled on a wrinkle on the bed, eyes set in a firm stare, waiting to see what ethan was really up to back there. ready to eat her out? fuck her for playing his game? punish her for ignoring him? what could possibly be coming next? instead of dwelling on the future that would unfold in just a few moments, she goes right back to her game, but keeps her attention divided in case he wanted to pull something.

it was only when her panties were finally peeled off and his hands were spreading her open like a flower in spring that she truly understood just how badly he wanted her to pay attention to him. and she jumped in a bit of fear and suprise mostly at the cold pointed tip of the butt plug - all lathered with lube now - poking at her clenching hole.

she had only ever felt the sensation a few times, on nights they got a little carried away and tried every damn toy they had before they finished. but...the stretch...she just falls apart at the feeling. it’s his hand squeezing her ass while he pushes the plug in slowly that causes her eyes to droop shut, fingers stilling on the controller. she’s trying her hardest, she really is.

“e...what are you doing?” she whispers, afraid if she does much more it would be a high pitched squeal because oh my God it’s all the way in and she’s clenched so tight around the silver toy that she can’t even begin to explain the wetness dripping onto the bed.

“so now you wanna talk to me?” he teases, but keeps a dark tone, now pressing his thumb into the jewled part of the plug, pushing in to slightly fuck her with it. the tail lays across her legs and over to the side. his little pet, such a pretty little thing, “that game doesn’t seem very interesting now does it?”

her mouth hangs open now, blown away by the plug pushing against a spot in her that has her seeing millions of stars bursting behind her eyelids. he’s rubbing at backside now, waiting to see if she will finally give it a rest and give into him.

“put the fucking game down and look at me,” he barks, ordering her without any hint of a choice. fuck he sounded so mad. but he will not be ignored, especially for a game he doesn’t let her play for a reason.

she shakes her head, defying him, knowing he will make her anyway, but wanting him to force her.

“i said turn,” a slap to her ass, “the fuck,” another slap, “around.” with one final harsh slap to her now sore behind, she’s pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, wiggling the tail back and forth while looking at him over her shoulder.

rocking back against his hand felt like a sin, a dirty, nasty act that she should be damned for. it just felt so good to be touched by him, used by him, punished for being a bad, selfish little girl. but that’s what she is isn’t she? his dirty little girl. always would be.

when his free hand slips down to rub figure eights onto her sensitive clit, she’s screeching then, eyes watery with tears of pleasure. it drives her crazy when he really works for it. his fingers rub her just right as the plug kept hitting that same sweet spot inside of her, his thumb pressing repeatedly in on the jewel under the tail.

the sounds of her pussy, the wet, squelching, soaking, drenched sound of her had him humming to himself in a sort of hungry way. she’s his little slut, dirty fucking whore. couldn’t deny him if she tried. she’s desperate for him always. and it wouldn’t ever change. she could have said no to his sexual advances, could have ignored him or given him a short answer like she’d been doing all day. but that would have been denying her the selfish pleasure of him seducing her for attention. and she didn’t really want to deny herself that.

his fingers are pushing into her quickly, moving at a fast pace, a goal set in mind. first he started with one, then two, and finally he slipped a third finger righ in her tight little cunt. with the tail swinging with her movements, his fingers fucking her, the plug making her feel so stuffed and full, she is cumming in minutes - screaming out his name along with many many curse words. he gives her praises through the blackout high she feels - telling her that she’s his good angel, his pretty girl, his favorite toy.

the fluttering clench around his fingers makes him hungry for more, but decides he’ll save the best part for later. tugging at the tail in her ass, he’s pulling the plug out slowly, letting her feel the stretch once again, and hearing her whimper at the loss, her hole shrinking back in front of his eyes. fuck.

ethans hands reach out to grab at her hips, raising her up so her back is pressed firmly against his chest where he kneels on the bed, eyebrows furrowed and fingers wet with her juices. she knows exactly what to do when he holds them in front of her lips, sticking her tongue out to suck his digits into her mouth, sucking and slurping to make sure she gets them all clean. his arm is wrapped around her midsection, his hips trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone, so tender and soft.

“please don’t ignore me anymore,” he whines between kisses, dipping his hand down to smooth across her thigh and lower stomach. her skin is just so soft it makes him crazy to not be touching her in some way.

“the game wasn’t even that fun,” she sighs, tilting her head to the side to give him more access. intertwining their fingers and giving his hand a kiss, first on the top, then on each knuckle.

“is that so? why did you go completely tunnel vision then?” he challenges, raising his eyebrow (you know the face). he’s such a smartass.

“you know why,” she laughs, smile taking over her face because her plan had played out just the right way. ethan always needs the attention, and when he doesn’t get it, he will make damn sure you pay the price. no matter if it’s sexual, a prank or minor inconvinience.

his lips detach from her skin with a pout at first and he sets his eyes dead on her face as she waits for him to talk, smirk just ornery as can be.

“you sneaky little shit.”

long story short she gets her shit pounded later that night and when she wakes in the morning the love bites, soreness between her legs, and light bruises scattered across her skin are a testament to what happens if you ignore ethan pay attention to me always dolan.